I mainly dress for myself. I don't dress to impress. While I said that, I have no problem dressing up for someone special and to make him swoon over me. It's priceless when you see a man swoon with delight with how I look.

Conversations with me can get hot and bothersome, I'm not the good girl who follows the rules and keeps her head down. I will tell you the obscene thoughts that run through my head and want a lad who can keep up with me.

When I'm not in pubs drinking... When I'm not in a restaurant eating... When I'm not in a coffee shop enjoying the taste of a freshly brewed coffee... There's one place where you can find me. In my Bedroom.

Flirting with blokes has never been my strong point, I'd rather get to know them on a surface level first before the intimate discussions begin. I value genuine personality over a guy who is pretending to be someone else just to please me.

Certainty. Confidence. Conviction. Before doing something, I think about it a million times. By the time I do it, I'm convinced of it. I don't have self-doubt within me nor does the idea of having one crosses my mind. This both applies to sex and bus...

I love the feel of lace against my cunt. When I feel randy, I oftentimes rub myself with a pillow in between my thighs. It's been the surefire way of making me cream my knickers but often leave me wanting more. The thick muscular thigh of a young man...