Article for Boink Magazine

Hey,
I'm working on an article for Boink (a BU based college sex magazine), but I feel like it's missing something. Any input would be greatly appreciated. Here's what I have so far:

I spot an attractive guy at the bar eyeing me as I am waiting tables. I am wearing a short khaki skirt because it is a searing August night both in and out of the kitchen. It also rakes in more tips than my default capris, assuming a man is paying (married or not.) I flash the guy a shy smile paired with a bold glance. He knows I know he's watching me. He sizes up my chest and nods in approval. In turn, I run my fingers along my collarbone and let my hand fall and absent-mindedly caress my cleavage. He is intrigued. Okay, that is a euphemism. He is horny, and out on a mission to get laid. I am out on a mission to disappoint him.
I am a 19-year-old college student with pierced nipples and a penchant for nudity. I am also a virgin. Don't misinterpret me; I'm not some man-hating prude, nor am I an innocent, I-won't-****-you-?'til-we-say-"I do" ingénue. I am a virgin, quite frankly, because it is thrilling to play the seductress and leave your victims before things go past second base. Call me a tease. Most people do.
The guy at the bar approaches me as I am clearing dishes off of a table. "Hey, what's your name?" We end up going back to his place, a dark, hazy image of empty beer cans strewn in quiet chaos about the apartment. He is breathing on my neck and gripping my shoulders with awkward intensity. He slides his calloused hands along my breasts, thighs, hips, hands, wrists. "You're sexy as a ************." He kisses the back of my hand. Kisses my neck, then cheek, then forehead, then mouth. An impossible softness and strangeness of lips exploring lips. He slips in his tongue and pushes the small of my back closer to him. Heat. I wrap myself around him and we fall onto the bed. Again, he runs his hands over me: face, shoulders, sides. He starts again at my calves, sliding his hands slowly up my legs. When he gets to the top of my thighs, I abruptly get up. "Oh. Sorry, I can't do this. I'm not that kind of girl." He looks at me, surprised and dismayed. "We don't have to do anything you don't want. We'll go slow baby, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable." I glance at my watch. "Actually, I do have to go. I'm working early tomorrow." I go home and have a fun night with my vibrator, getting off on the thought that the guy at the bar wishes he were ******* me right now.
I'm not necessarily a sentimental person, but I don't want to get down and dirty with just anyone. I have not yet met someone who I've trusted enough to have sex with. I lose interest quickly, so I haven't really had any serious relationships. Whoever is going to pop my cherry has to know me well enough so I know he won't pull a wham-bam-thank you ma'am. He doesn't have to be "The One." We don't even have to be in love. But I do have to be confident that he'll stick around after seeing me bleed and wince, and not just for more ensuing sex.
Teasing men excites me like nothing else. I know it's mean, but we could all use a little sexual frustration now and then. It probably makes their next **** that much more satisfying. The more you hold off the more you get off.
I swing my hair, I lick my lips, I show off my C-cup breasts. I say No to sex. I don't have to have sex to be a sexual person. And I don't have to change just because my presentation contradicts my product. People may look at it as false advertisement. I look at it as having confidence and fun. I'm living my life and loving every game I play and every encounter I have, because that's all life really is, isn't it? A series of games to play and other souls to connect with. I'm playing, I'm connecting, and I'm not sorry.
When the right guy comes along, there will be no games. Love and trust is about honesty. Flings and one-night stands aren't about either. There is no doubt that I will make him hold off for a couple of months, however. But when I am attracted to a guy for more than a few weeks, he is attracted to me, and we trust and care about each other, I will be ready and willing. Until then: watch out, boys. Just because I'll show you my nipple rings doesn't mean you'll get some.