Some of my mates call me a nitwit because I don't know how to flirt and how to mess around with handsome lads. Well, I guess they can't blame me for being shy and quite stupid at first especially when who's in front of me is as dishy as David Beckham...

I would characterise myself as free-spirited, somewhat of a risk-taker who’s not frightened to take uncertainties and attempt new things. You can easily refer to me as a passionate adventurer dowager.

Treat me with care on the streets and disrespect my body under the sheets. I've always had a soft spot with aggressive lads who can make me feel pretty while roughing me up on the bed. I know it's a bit much to ask because of how frail my body is now...

All my life, I have felt alone. There's this lingering feeling that I would never fit in with groups or communities around me. I tend to go on pubs to socialize. Now, all I want is someone that can keep me company. If you think you can be someone to ...

I love that after a blazing summer comes autumn. I can't explain what I feel when the season comes. The air is cool and every place looks like a fairy's land or a fantasy land. The ambience tempts me to relax and enjoy the moment.

I'm addicted to ruggedly handsome men, for they turn into a savage who are skilled in fucking me hard, giving me that sensation no words can explain. In return, my sweet mouth prepares an awesome treat.