In a perfect world, a Playmate would have enough room on her Data Sheet to list all of her turn-ons. Instead, she has to leave it at a few sexy suggestions -- and leave every red-blooded man on the planet wanting more. We feel your pain, fellas, so Playboy magazine has asked a few open-minded Playmates to kiss and tell. The result is Centerfolds on Sex, our monthly romp betwen the sheets with the world's most beautiful women.

Current Playmate:
Angela Little, Miss August 1998
To take her breath away, you have to be bold. This ex-cheerleader likes a man who knows what to do.

WAS YOUR FIRST SEXUAL EXPERIENCE A GOOD ONE?
No, it was terrible. He was my boyfriend of two years. In retrospect, he had a cocktail weenie, but I thought at the time it was gargantuan -- this big, ugly thing coming at me. I thought it would never go inside me. We tried and tried, but it just didn't fit. I mean, we needed a shoehorn. After two or three attempts it finally worked. But it still wasn't fun -- I guess because we didn't know what we were doing. It really wasn't on my agenda. I was having too much fun being a cheerleader. I was real peppy and flirty.

DESCRIBE A PEAK SEXUAL ENCOUNTER
We'd had about six dates, and all we had done was kiss passionately. On this incredible night, though, we didn't get too kissy-kissy. He took me to his house, put on some music and took the reins. He started kissing my belly button, but not tentatively. He went for it. Then he pulled my panties down and went to work. I was speechless. He knew what to do with his hands. It seemed natural, not like he'd read about it in a book or anything. He kind of bit a little, with his lips covering his teeth. But then his lips slipped off and his teeth would touch and he would pull back. He had some kind of technique. Afterward, I wanted a massage, because I'd seen enough fireworks.