EveeDreams

Sometimes I fantasize about giving up control... not in an intense way, but in small gestures. I imagine that my partner whispers gentle but firm orders to me: 'I want you to stand still while I stroke your neck'. The excitement is not in pain or humiliat
I look at the world with the curiosity of one who knows that there are still a thousand versions of herself to be discovered. I am defined by my contradictions: timid until the whisky loosens my tongue, intellectual but vulnerable to a massage in the nape of the neck, practical in my work as graphic designer but slave of my morning rituals. I am a collage of opposites that, for some reason, fit together perfectly.