Intimate adventures of a single girl in the big city. This is an honest and erotic diary about my ill-fated search for a frog that will actually turn into my Prince. All the kissing, poking and prodding in this mission are duly documented, as is a variety of pond scum, rude awakenings in green and slimy surroundings, and my ever-stronger desire for my own set of tadpoles. Recent dirty bits are "friends only", so you know what you have to do. For older filth, just keep diving down, you know you want to! (Please note, I don't add people who don't write personal stuff, don't have other friends, or just try to peddle Viagra and other crap)
[ ... ] the last Magnum to its fate and stumbled out into the street.
He followed me up to Piccadilly, and when he clambered into a cab behind me I told ...