Some say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I beg to disagree, honey. Man shall not live by bread alone. There should be nights full of naughtiness. After all, we all need to fill an empty void through sexual pleasures.

I miss the way a man makes me feel, but most of all I miss how he jackhammers me with all his strength. Does that kind of man still exist? If so, please let me know. I'm dying to experience ecstacy with you.

Age is just a number. There may be signs of me not being in my prime, but my sexual skills are beyond compare. I have had so many nights pleasing men of all ages with my complex and musical tongue. My fingers have energized so many men.

I can't stop thinking about having a hot conversation with someone. My mind is about to explode as I cannot talk to anyone about my desires or my fantasies. It's a shame I'm not allowed to drink or else I would've been in pubs flirting right now.

I like looking at someone's eyes when talking. Aside from it's a sign of respect, it's also a way for me to read what a person truly feels. Don't stop me. How would I know if the man is randy when I have my eyes somewhere?

The way to my heart? It's very simple. You should know how to make me orgasm so hard. Your tongue must be an expert in pleasuring my clit while your hands are pinching my nipples and caressing my breasts.