I'm bloody thirsty for thick milk to be showered upon my face all the way down to my supple neck. I'd be stoked if we can make it happen the soonest possible time; otherwise, I'd definitely go wild craving for it.

The thought of watching pornography with a bloke excites me. I would whisper in his ear to copy what is happening on screen, because I know I won't be patient enough to wait around. I'd strip down and bare myself as we continue to watch.

What turns me on is a man who has a nice haircut. Clean and sleek, not heavy on the hair product but not too messy for him to look unruly. Seeing a man's gorgeous locks makes me want to run my hands through it and pull on it while he's kneeling down.

I am not a chef, but I think I am a good cook. I can prepare simple dishes and some hard ones. The kitchen has become some sort of a comfortable place for me. Something about the smell of roasting garlic and meat stock makes my mind relaxed.

As I was organizing my closet, I found the very first love letter I received from a boy. It's already yellowing at the edges and a bit fragile but it brought a smile nonetheless. Now, I am looking for a bloke who could make me smile and take care of ...