I stood in front of the mirror, naked...
Today I felt different about myself.
I stood in front of the mirror, naked, only the warm evening light fell on my skin. No makeup, no filter – just me. I no longer look at myself critically, but curiously. I am a woman – with curves, with longing, with this quiet strength that you cannot see but can feel.
I like the tingling that arises when a gaze lingers too long.
What attracts you more – an intense look or a gentle touch?
When I walk through the room and notice how I feel – not to please, but because I like myself – a certain tension arises.
What makes a woman irresistible to you – appearance or charisma?
I enjoy the game between closeness and restraint. This silence in which everything is possible.
Do you like the game with tension – or rather direct desire?
My fantasy? A man who undresses me not only with his hands, but with his presence. Who doesn't just feel desire, but feels me.
How do you make a woman smile… or sigh?
I don’t want half measures. I want real touch – physically and emotionally.
How do you recognize that there is more between two people than just a flirt?
Today I remembered how beautiful it is to be a woman. And how much I wish to be seen by a man who wants depth – and tension.
Are you rather the gentle seducer – or the one who knows exactly what he wants?