I feel the rubbing of the strings sliding on my skin, a controlled caress that leaves me breathless. My hands rest tentatively, but my racing breathing betrays all that burns within me. I get lost in the whisper of your voice, a promise that grows with ev
I feel every inch of my body under the trembling of my fingers sliding over my skin, though I am small. My clear eyes, like frosted gems, shine with insatiable desire. I love the forbidden: that friction between the allowed and the taboo fills me with joy. My voice is a velvety whisper that approaches you, urging you to plunge into the unknown. I start a light conversation. and if you give in, we will end up in the dark, exploring every limit: ropes, knots, breathing pauses, to the sensual climax. My body vibrates in unison with the pleasure and the slight tingling of the lack of air. It's not pain, it's a controlled pleasure, controlled by every gasp, every flutter. The thinner the air, the more awake I feel, the more intensely alive. The challenge, and the power, is in your hands: if you feel capable of harboring dreams, I will give myself completely. Make these gestures, direct my breathing, feel every sigh and every moan. In me, beauty is born from audacity, from the taste for risk, from the dance between tension and liberation.