All my hope is in sex. Yesterday's gone. Today is the present. Yet what my soul says won't change: my hope is in sex and will always be. To be sprinkled with cum and to be fucked hard are irreplaceable.

I am not sure what to do now that I have no one to take care of. I've spent most of my entire life taking care of someone else. As such, I feel quite lonely now that I am alone and no one to look out for. Maybe you can help me out.

I like to be with people who are not too serious with their life. Those who are not afraid to faff around sometimes. There's always a kid inside me that wants to be quirky and have a fantastic time with blokes.

The type of man that tickles my senses is like Sherlock in the British crime television series; someone who's mysterious and smart, except his being high-functioning sociopath personality because I'm not interested to be with a cold-hearted bloke.

I shall let you experience another thing, which I know you'll find tempting and satisfying as well but you have to be mindful that women should be pleased first and not men!

I feel like I'm wasting my time waiting for my king. As his queen, I should try to make a move hoping that we'll soon meet. So here I am. I have a strong feeling that we're going to have a cheesy conversation soon.