I like dressing up in garments that expose the indecent, going out on the street and feeling the hungry gazes on my skin. I adore the sensation of wearing clothes that outline every curve of my body, clothes that invite lust and the deepest desire. And I confess, I love provoking each man who crosses my path, enticing him with my gaze and mischievous smile.
What do you know that excites me even more? Hearing obscenities, those dirty and bold words that make my skin tingle and make me feel alive. The more intense the tone, the more they excite me, the more desires they awaken in me. Is it because I have a dark side, a part of me that craves the forbidden? Perhaps, but what matters when pleasure consumes us?
I especially like getting on public transportation during peak hours, feeling the bodies rubbing against each other, the tension in the air charged with desire. My breasts, erect and provocative, defy gravity thanks to my tight bras, and I feel how covetous gazes cling to them. And I can't help it, my instinct leads me to push back, to seek more contact, more friction, more desire.
What about my buttocks? My firm and tempting cheeks offer themselves to any man who dares to look. I love feeling their gazes clinging to me, feeling their desires manifesting in bold gestures, furtive touches. It's like a drug, an addiction I can't control.
And yes, I admit it, many times I can't resist the urge and I'm forced to seek out a secluded spot to satisfy my most intimate desires. I masturbate with the urgency of someone who knows they can't hold back for much longer, with the need to release the tension that consumes me.
But as soon as I leave that clandestine refuge, I feel anxious, excited, ready for more. The street becomes my stage, my sanctuary of pleasure, and every encounter, every gaze, every gesture fans the flame burning within me.
What would those men think if Would they know what they awaken in me if they knew how much they excite me, how much they provoke me? Maybe they would dare to invite me to satisfy my deepest desires, to give myself over to pleasure without restraint. And I, would I resist? I don't think so, because I'm a woman who knows what she wants, who longs for pleasure in all its forms, who doesn't fear exploring her limits and darkest desires.
What do you know that excites me even more? Hearing obscenities, those dirty and bold words that make my skin tingle and make me feel alive. The more intense the tone, the more they excite me, the more desires they awaken in me. Is it because I have a dark side, a part of me that craves the forbidden? Perhaps, but what matters when pleasure consumes us?
I especially like getting on public transportation during peak hours, feeling the bodies rubbing against each other, the tension in the air charged with desire. My breasts, erect and provocative, defy gravity thanks to my tight bras, and I feel how covetous gazes cling to them. And I can't help it, my instinct leads me to push back, to seek more contact, more friction, more desire.
What about my buttocks? My firm and tempting cheeks offer themselves to any man who dares to look. I love feeling their gazes clinging to me, feeling their desires manifesting in bold gestures, furtive touches. It's like a drug, an addiction I can't control.
And yes, I admit it, many times I can't resist the urge and I'm forced to seek out a secluded spot to satisfy my most intimate desires. I masturbate with the urgency of someone who knows they can't hold back for much longer, with the need to release the tension that consumes me.
But as soon as I leave that clandestine refuge, I feel anxious, excited, ready for more. The street becomes my stage, my sanctuary of pleasure, and every encounter, every gaze, every gesture fans the flame burning within me.
What would those men think if Would they know what they awaken in me if they knew how much they excite me, how much they provoke me? Maybe they would dare to invite me to satisfy my deepest desires, to give myself over to pleasure without restraint. And I, would I resist? I don't think so, because I'm a woman who knows what she wants, who longs for pleasure in all its forms, who doesn't fear exploring her limits and darkest desires.
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