I can't help but feel a little bit offended when a lad reads this but doesn't send me anything. I mean, what's stopping you from sending me a message? Am I not that attractive for you? Or maybe you find me a bit intimidating or something.

There are so many wild fantasies that keep on running through my mind, which is the reason wild dreams visit me the moment I close my eyes to sleep. These scorching hot dreams have made me sexually aroused all the more.

I may look like a tough shell to crack, but I am actually quite soft inside. My mates always tease me because of how sensitive and emotional I am. I am looking for a nice lad who values aftercare as much as he loves fucking me hard.

I'm like the scrummiest ice cream or your favourite beer. Getting me out of your head may take time once I give you that back-arching and toe-curling orgasms. With my prowess, beware as I can be sexually addicting.

Pajamas are cute and all but sleeping is more convenient than anything else. I mean, who has the patience to take off layers when the lust takes over. I have ruined a few button down shirts in my haste to feel a blokes skin pressing up against mine.