This may sound really weird to you, but I am actually wondering how my huge tool tastes like. Well, it probably tastes really good because it usually leaves men moaning and wanting more.

I do believe that the best things in life come unexpectedly. As such, I am still hoping that the man of my life will suddenly come bursting through my front door. He can then take me from behind.

I'm a daring gal who loves doing scary shit for fun. The adrenaline rush I feel while doing dangerous stuff is like having a wild orgasm. I know it's a bit of an overstatement, but you're free to change my mind if you like.

No, your eyes are not broken, dear. I really have the natural face and body of a living goddess. If only I could have changed my name, I would choose Athena, but I thought that having a name and a body of a goddess is a bit redundant.

There's nothing that can give me greater joy than finding jeans with pockets. I mean, what's the deal with the fake pockets anyway? What did the inventor of such thing smoked that day to come up with the ridiculous idea?

I am not looking for a handsome prince charming who will save me from my tower or a superhero who will take me to another world. As long as you've got a long shaft, we'll get along!