When I was younger, I believed in fairytales and in love. But as I became older, I realized that those two are full of shit. No, I am not bitter. I guess now I just know better than to be deceived by love.

One thing I realized upon reaching this age is that it is not easy anymore to find a lad who is willing to waste time on me. It's quite depressing that I am not as hot as I used to, but my mind still craves the attention I used to have.

Having sex on a kitchen counter is what I love. I can run my fingers on the soft skin of my lover as he grinds inside me. Not only that, I love cooking, and having a leg over on my favourite place in the kitchen will make me enjoy preparing dishes.

I am usually not the kind of lass who actively seeks and pursues a lad because I still believe in faith and destiny. And I know one day, the right man will walk into my life in the most unexpected way at the moment I least expect him to.

I'm content with how my life turns out. I live alone, so I can do anything I want. I can walk around naked. I can watch the telly all day. And I can have sex all night. No one would meddle in my affairs, and that's so cool.

With my special stripping skills, I have the enchanting power to blow a man's mind away. With my sensual touch, blokes shiver out of extreme pleasure. With my alluring beauty, attractive men want to have more of me.