I can't figure out why ladies rebel against me. Is it because I'm flirtatious, good-looking, can maintain a sexy summer figure and men always get paralyzed whenever I wink at them with my sensual glimpse?

Smashing personality and charisma are what I'm looking for n my man. Can seduce and sweet talk me into uncle ned with ease. Just a chuffed go, jammy attitude turns a bint on. Is that really too much for a lass like me to ask?

I like to play footsie with gents. Running my bare foot along their naughty bits, feeling them swell up with excitement. I keep my expressions neutral but painting on a cheeky grin when I gaze their way, watching them squirm in their seats.

I am done with the days of waiting around for my bore of a husband to make a move. It's been years since I've been shagged, bloody well not suffer any longer. I want to get back the moments I missed out on and maybe pick up some new tricks along the ...

I'm not into beyond fit men. Too perfect is boring. I like twists, not the cinnamon twist, but something more deliciously surprising. After all, we live in a world where surprises keeps us more alive. Have you noticed?

I am completely knackered of always being the second choice. For once in my life, I would like to be the first. I would grateful if there's a man here who will see me as his priority and not an option when he has no other choice.