She’s no flirty, no nymphomaniac. She just loved being surrounded by a guy, whom can make her happy and flowery at the same time. And she loves to have a physical contact with the man that drives her crazy. It feels so good, so lively, so sexy yet so daring and loveable. She could feel like she’s the most beautiful lady in her world. Like she’s the hottest person ever lived to satisfy and make her man happy. That’s what she really felt when she’s in love with someone.
Though sometimes, she could feels like she’s the ugliest, unattractive, dumb, smothering person ever lived in this world. Like she doesn’t deserve him. Like there are way much better, beautiful girls out there. Like she’s being cheated by him. Like she does never deserve anyone in her life. That is the down moment that she’s having whenever the situations between them are awkward and full of misunderstood.
The love, passion mostly, that encountered her had made her more and more seductive and sexy just to show her man that she’s fucking into him. That she desires him to always be next to her, to lie in his arms, to let her hair being stroked by him, to let her lips being kissed, the soft one by her man, to let her being pampered by him in any possible way. And for her, she would do anything that would please her man, in both sexual and supportive way. Ahh, she could never resist the urge to always think about it, about how they can be together, about how will it feel, about how what they’re going to do, about mostly everything.
That is just how she feels.