JessicaFiore

I like to look into your eyes, see the desire and love that you transmit at the same time. I wish you could read my mind, hear everything that goes through my head. You would probably have a big surprise. You will find things tender, loving and sometimes a little lascivious. Would you be willing to accept each of these things?

Do you like high boots? latex outfits? I love these boots, they have a bold style, I love to go to the mall, do all my shopping and show off my boots, I can see how everyone looks at me, I have to be honest and I like to look at people where I can realize that they have great power and great presence.

Is it normal for older men to be so perfect? I love their attitude, their experience and their amazing way of talking. They always know what they want and how to get it. This is what I like the most: their determination and their strong hands. Would you like to show me your experience?

I'm thinking of you. The way you look at me when you think I don't notice. In the way you approach me with that calm that makes me want to open up, even if I'm still shaking inside. I've never been good at saying what I feel. I entangle myself, I lose myself, I remain silent. But when you're here. something in me relaxes. Not everything, but something.

The red fabric covers my body like a whisper, light, almost floating on my naked skin. I lie quietly on the sheets, feeling each fold glide on my curves, as if he too – desire – had invisible fingers that wanted to explore me.. The room is dark, but I know if you looked at me now, you couldn't look away. Not because of the color of the fabric, but because of my look. The one that I reserve just for you. Firm, direct, fiery.. the one who says all that my mouth has not yet whispered.

The night slowly falls on the city, and on the balcony, it's just you and me. The warm air caresses our skin while the lights twinkle in the distance, as if the whole world were breathing with us. You approach from behind, slowly, and I feel the heat of your body even before you touch me. You say nothing; your hands rest on my waist, firm but calm. I let myself be carried away by the moment, by the murmur of the wind, by the intimacy born of the shared silence. I lean against your chest, and together we gaze at the stars. Nothing more is needed. Just you, me, and this corner suspended between sky and city, where the fantasy of having us becomes more real than ever.