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 admire movies have a sex scene. I'm very excited if the movie has erotic sex. One thing I want when I'm watching movies, I want to guess what happens in the next scenes and try to analyze if the scene happens to me what I'm supposed to do.

Certainty. Confidence. Conviction. Before doing something, I think about it a million times. By the time I do it, I'm convinced of it. I don't have self-doubt within me nor does the idea of having one crosses my mind. This both applies to sex and bus...

I'm the bookish type who fancies to snog spectacled blokes in between the bookshelves. It's true what they say about the quiet ones being the naughtiest in bed. I love being ravished and shagged up against the walls of the library.

Dressing up in fun and sexy costumes before playing out our fantasies in bed. I want to end up starkers with my legs wrapped around toned hips and a cock in my quim. I'm still flexible and up for any challenge that comes my way.

I am seeking a young lad to spoil with affection and pleasure. I aged like fine wine and am ready to make men drunk with the need to shag me as hard as they can. To have cocks ache with just my words and whimpers before I deem them worthy of my atten...