what's my story? let's just say i'm your typical good girl gone bad. strict catholic school upbringing, conservative parents, always expected to behave, and be prim and proper. well, now that i'm finally living on my own, i can do things the way i want. and what i really want is to party and have fun. my rules. my way. i intend to have the time of my life.
now that i've got all this freedom, i'm going to cut loose and enjoy myself. no more curfews, no more stuffy clothes. and i can date all the hot guys!
don't get me wrong, though. i do have my standards. i need a man who can carry intelligent conversation and tickle my intellectual fancy; stimulate my mind as well as my body. the most important mass of flesh on a man is what's between his ears, after all. though i must admit that the flesh between his legs CUMS a VERY, VERY CLOSE second. hahaha.
i need a man who is creative, daring and adventurous. you're not going to win me if you resort to those archaic approaches to dating and copulating. wine, chocolates and roses? never rated high in my book. i find all that dreadfully boring. surprise me. if i find you can get wild, spontaneous and uninhibited, that's going to make me want to look twice.
i want to feel special. i want to be wanted and desired, because that's precisely how i'll make my man feel. i want to be kissed and touched and caressed. gentle passion or reckless abandon, whatever the moment calls for. take me to the point of no return, and i'll be the only woman you'll ever need. think you can handle that? *wink*