That's right, I smoke. Super long Virginia Slim Menthol 120's.....

Call it an oral fetish, or even a constant desire for something warm and round that I can keep in my luscious little mouth. Guess what, I suck cock too!

Funny how men always want some little princess who is pure as the wind driven snow and would never take up such a bad habit, but as soon as they walk in a bar they make a beeline to the chicks who smoke. That's right boy's I have you totally figured out!

You want me to be so prim and proper, always sweet as candy constantly pleasant and acomadating, yet once the lights go low I should just flip a little switch and go all nasty and be the kinky slut of your wildest dreams. Well it just doesn't work that way and probably never will with me. Sure I'm super classy, wicked smart, and can converse with you about current bond rates in China or dollar cost averaging in 1847, but I also fuck like a star too when I'm properly motivated. 

It's up to you to motivate me. Sure I'm hotness incarnate, always swallow with a smile, and leave a steamy puddle of sex apeal in my wake, but that's all my own doing. You didn't make me this way, actually I created this fierce attitude all by my little sexy self. If you want some angel go to church, otherwise dont bitch when I melt my dolls and crank the metal enough to rupture your eardrums.

That's the price you are going to be paying to have a hot sex kitten like me. I'm going to flirt with lot's of guys while I ignore you, be totally snotty, and utterly delicious as cotton candy all at the same time knowing your cock is getting hard while I do it. I'll wear my granny panties just to piss you off instead of that stupid thong you bought for me at some low rent sex shop. Get used to it!

Now you're probably wondering what on earth could you possibly be getting for all the shit I'm going to pull?

Well you get a woman who will dres like a cheap tramp whenever you want, a girl who wears platform heels with bobby socks to bed and sombody who has no problem doing it in the bathroom when you need some relief. Isn't that a whole lot better than some stuck up jewish pima donna who cant get in the mood unless every light in the house is out? There are two kinds of women, those who can and those who simply can't.

I deliver the goods baby!