If I had to choose a woman's name what would it be?

Well, that is a question! Given I wouldn’t have to depart from my very own best friend ‘John’ (down there) I could actually settle with many beautiful names of the female queendom - and enjoy life as a woman with an amazing name... and with hot boys of course, lolz :D

ELIZABETH - When I was young I always loved children stories. Those amazing princes and princesses. Elizabeth would be my first choice. I’d be that petit Lillibeth prancing around the stalls looking for a stallion - Lizzie of the horsemen. This little Liz would be on it 24/7. No stone would be left unturned when I’d hop on the saddle of My Little Pony galloping away to the far-away kingdoms to meet my perfect (kinky) prince charming.

JESSICA – I do like the sound of that name. Dripping with lust, full with south-American passion, horny after hot day at beach and yarning for men. Yes, why not. Jessica sounds like fun too. With the name Jessica I could also make puma-hunters tick. I mean who doesn't just adore Jessica Lang.

ISADORA - There is something that really make me tick with the name Isadora. Isadora – like Isildur from the Lord of the Rings. Formidable and still light footed. Dancing away on a podium making gongs dong – stepping on that galvanized steel edge, twisting backwards, letting my hair curl down to hot guys laps and pressing my boobs together whilst they'd press their noses into my bust. Gosh, why not their cock actually. Yeah, Isadora sounds royal and lustful, formidable but not too heavy and stuffy to be accidentally taken as Isolda – a fat cock-hungry fart from the mid-west nearing her 60’s.

VICTORIA - What’s the way home Victoria? “That would be first via mine – a short but slow detour (just saying) – and then, well fuck, you could just buzz-off when you’ve done, okay”. Victoria sounds so snobbish and at the same time so prone to make it in the men’s world. Victoria, she’s making it. She is doing it. She doesn’t care and she loves it. Victoria jumps out of the wedding cake and wishes bride and groom happy hell as she just did both thirty minutes ago. Victoria doesn’t give a fuck – well she does give and fuck but that’s beside the point. Victoria does it – and the rest – they’ll be the audience.

CLEMENTINE - When the sun rises Clementine hops on her bicycle and starts her tour around Nice. Five star hotels first. Breakfast rooms are full with men who didn’t get it last night. Eager to accompany a lustful but serene Clementine with her Parisian accent and sharp, thin and upward pointing nose. “She has nose for business” they lament. But she knows best. Her nose in man’s crotch really is the business – for her. She, after all eats men for breakfast and chuckles – before throwing them back to the empty tables. For lunches Clementine doesn’t shy away. She dresses up, applies carmine red lipstick and prepares her nude eyes for the light touch of mascara. Her hair waving down her neck and lower back – locks of

brunette hair gently brushed behind her left ear. She is hungry for lunch. She wants meat. And she has never had a day without one. Clementine – yes, she eats. Breakfast, second breakfast, brunch, lunch, luncheon, midday, snack, supper, dinner … she does it whole day until the evening and doesn’t stop before the last order – and then she retires on it. Yes, Clementine does it whilst others are thinking about it.

AMANDA - yeah! Now we are talking. Name Amanda brings to my mind the one and only Heather Locklear in her Beverly Hills 90210 debute. She is blond, feisty, cold-as-ice and hot-as-hell, all at the same time. If Amanda doesn’t give you a hard-on then no-one does. Men of all ages. They’d be so in for a treat was my name Amanda. I could wear a bloody burkha and still get men. Heaving up my skirt, blinking my eyes, and whispering slowly and with serious contemplation; “I … want …. you … now”. Yes, I think I would work well as an Amanda 

Lastly… I really didn’t have to think too hard to be honest. The name is of course Alexandra.

ALEXANDRA - Alexandra has always been one of my favorites. My daughter will one day be called Alexandra – unless I remain Alexandra myself which would make it a bit awkward… Alexandra - It sounds quarter-Russian, quarter-Preussian, quarter-Swedish and quarter-Dutch. Alexandra could also be Alex on vacays, when I wanted to let my cock hang out a bit and I’d still wouldn’t be too far from the real deal. Alexandra would bring a tad of fluxury to any crowd – and in particular in the to the middle. She’d be the one to master it all. She could easily take one or twenty. All up there or just treat them with her trained and eager mouth. She’d finish when they’d all had their heart attacks and wills signed. She’d be the Queen. Ah, I do like to sound of Alexandra on my lips: “My name is Alexandra, Alexandra Jones – And, I bloody hell want it shaken