I learned how to play the piano at a young age, it keeps my dainty fingers dextrous and prevents them from cramping up. Which is essential when it comes to giving handjobs, have to keep up with a young bloke's endurance, am I right?

A whore in the sheets but a lady on the streets. Seeing the expressions of blokes when I give them a sneak peek of what's under (or what I'm not wearing under) my skirt is just priceless. The way lust takes over after the surprise is just delightful ...

No quickies for me, I want the sensual foreplay and slow fucking. Savouring the moment-- the touch and how it ignites the flames within me. I don't want the casual flings but I don't want to commit myself to just one bloke.

A bloke's natural smell just gets me randy. I steal their shirts and wear them to sleep with nothing else on. Starkers, just a shirt with their manly smell and I'll be set for the night. Sweatshirts are also a favorable alternative.

I grew up reading or listening to fairytales which may explain why I had high standards when I started dating blokes. These days I just want to have a dick in my sopping quim as much as I can. Not that I lowered my standards, more of being realistic.

Just relax while chatting with me. You don't need to pressure yourself in planning things just to impress. We should just go with the flow of our conversation. Our chats will never be boring as long as we have matching brainwaves. Let us enjoy our ta...