I'm Lily, 25, designer, and I date around—a lot.
My ex Mark broke up with me yesterday with the most ridiculous reason: "Lily, your sex drive is way too high. I really can't keep up. Seven days a week, you want it every single day? I need a break..."
Come on, three or four times a week is completely normal, okay? He's just too weak.
Break up? Fine. Whatever. He never lasted long in bed anyway and didn't know what he was doing. I'd been ready to move on.
Bored, scrolling through my phone, my bestie Jessica sent me a mysterious link—MoonLink dating app.
I casually registered and, after a moment's thought, uploaded a lingerie shot—black lace, showing off every curve. If I'm fishing, might as well use the best bait.
Three seconds later, my inbox exploded: 99+ messages from drop-dead gorgeous guys! Each one looked like they'd stepped off a magazine cover—ripped bodies, dangerous eyes, oozing masculinity.
"Now THIS is a real hunting ground!" I nearly squealed with excitement.
