When I was younger, my cunt have been ripped apart by savage men. I miss those days. I miss being harrassed while in public. I miss their filthy whispers. I wish I could experience it one last time before my bones become weak.

Lives in reality. I'm not in search of a prince or knight in shining armour who'll offer me a grand life. I'm not Cinderella, and I'll never be. I'm a simple lass hoping to meet a bloke who's good in bed.

I'm probably bloody horrible at flirting now but I'm still going to cast a line in case someone takes the bait. I'm not as flexible as I'd like to be but I'll be sure to makeup for it. Other than that, I'm not looking for anything serious. It's been ...

Graphic designer and a video editor. I work at home, so it's quiet and lonely. I want my life to be seasoned with the best spices in the world. My fanny is literally complaining for my lack of getting off with a fit bloke.

Fun, flirting, and lots of fuck sessions. Those three things are what I want right at this moment. And I am here because I had a strong feeling that this is where I'm gonna find the lad who can give me those things. I just really hope that I felt it ...

Look at my eyes, and see what's inside. Can you see it? Can you feel it? I don't expect you to be a mind reader because honestly only few people have that ability, but my heart prays for you to know what I badly need right now.