When I look in the mirror, I know my body is like a work of art, lean and sculpted with curves that suggest more than they show. My skin, soft and velvety, invites you to caress it, while my lips, fleshy and sensual, curve into a smile that seems to always keep a secret. I like the way my hips move when I walk, with a natural sway, as if each step were an intimate dance. My eyes, deep and dark, speak louder than my words, always loaded with a silent desire that plays with the minds of those who dare to look at me. I like to feel the power I have, that tension in the air when my gestures and looks say it all without the need for words.
I love getting lost in deep conversations, where the words flow with a mix of intense thoughts and hidden desires. There is something so fascinating about baring the soul through words, in that intimacy that arises when the themes become more intense and the emotions more palpable. The erotic, for me, is not just the physical; It is that mental connection, that game of looks and phrases
rude people who don't respect my boundaries
