I'm not what you want, but I'll give you a free bump. The toe is the wrong part of the anatomy, and water is the wrong place to dip it. But you know that.
Oh okay. More specific is good. I'm still not what you want. I mean, I'm a girl all right. But my desires are pretty much met in my real life. I mean I get enough sex to function normally, or as close to normally as I EVER function.
But I am a Literosexual. That means I need more than an orgasm and a mouthful of cum every twenty minutes. You know how it is. Communication by written word uses a different part of the brain than skyping or camming or watching a guy cum or whatever. Literosexuals know that the BRAIN is the most erotic sex-organ. We crave words (other than the usual trash-talk) that can excite us there. (blush)
But I'm young (24) and guys tell me I have trouble staying on point. I'm like a little bitch in heat, I wander all over, my feverish little mind going hither and yon. I'll frustrate you and you'll hate me.
But anyway, I'll give you a bump and ypu'll be top of the heap for 48 seconds before you sink under the "talk dirty to me" and "give me your twelve inches, Big Boy." posts.
"The un-lived life is not worth examining."