I'm gonna flat out admit it and say that I constantly seek to be praised when I'm in bed with a gent. It stirs my loins in all the best ways; making me ache, throb, and squirm. Always does the trick to get me as randy as I was a couple of decades ago...

You don't need to bother giving me the hug with a pat on the back nor the "London Bridge" hug. You can freely give me the one-handed hug and the naughty hug and I'll be the happiest lass. Bonus point if there's French Kiss.

The best way to make a hot and sexy lady such as myself fall for you is by bombarding me with sweet and thoughtful messages. I don't give a fuck if they make me cringe. I just want someone to send me something.

The process of making a full English breakfast is therapeutic for me. It brings me joy like no other, I take my time and savour the flavours rather than eat like a rabid dog. I have always kept my poise unless it's behind closed bedroom doors.

I'm what you would describe as a naughty-naughty miss packed with sensuous agendas. My world revolves around owning pleasure, feeling sensual and making men rhapsodise over my sexy, yet hard-to-get body.

I strongly desire to meet a lad who'll overpower me day and night. Someone who's strong enough that even if I push him or struggle against him, he will use all his might to enter me savagely and torture me with his big penis.