Last night, I found myself laying in bed looking at the space next to me, asking myself why am I alone. Bad karma has played a part for sure, but it can't all be bad karma. I figure I need to stop knocking so many men back and thinking perfection is ...

I was born a man but nothing manly about me, except for, you know. It's obvious, I have tits that stick out like a bumper of your car, a banana that is so yummy in its own ways and a gorgeous smile that will definitely get your attention.

I like someone comfortable enough in his own skin. In other words, be yourself and not someone that you believe I want you to be. Most men nowadays are too good to be true and that's why I still prefer bad boys.

I shouldn't complain because I already have a sweet lover, an exciting job, and lovely friends, yet, I want more! I guess it's in the nature of humans to tend to ask for more. I want more excitement, more passion, and more adventures in life. Is ther...

Me? I'm just a woman with simple needs. That might seem like a strange thing for someone to say without explanation, so let me explain. I have never been a very social person. I wasn't exactly the person that you would find in the bar on the weekend....

I'm told I have a sweet little something that people just fancy about me, but they can't really put their finger on what it is. Perhaps you can?