When I was a child, I used to think that being an adult is cool and all, but now that I am one, I am regretting growing up. I wish I can turn back time and return to being an innocent child who gets away from everything by feigning ignorance.

People notice me for my flamboyant style when I walk down the streets. I enjoy the attention, especially from fit and dishy lads that I passby. Feeling their eyes on me makes me feel empowered and a little turned on.

I survive until now, largely thanks to my capable hands. I can do nearly everything with these bloody pair of tools. I can give you a hard massage or a sensual handjob. There is no limit on what these hands can do. Just tell me what you want.

What I am looking for is simple. I'm looking for a bloke to make the cold nights scorching hot. Make me writhe and beg for release. Someone who will give me the pleasure I have been seeking for so long.

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 ...