Glossy brown hair, cast over the slope of an exposed shoulder. Hazel eyes, lifted, smiling, and shy to meet yours. Silk-smooth skin, utterly bare, ready to be explored. And my lips: full, pouty, parted, waiting.
Wanting. Wanting you.
We live in a world saturated with white noise. Every day, life demands us to go with the current; to let it push us along. But not everyone is content with being content. Some—the brave, daring and the bold—are curious and passionate enough to seek more.
So, what are you waiting for? Open the door. Come in. Experience more with me.
Walk the beach with me at sunset. Chase me through the surf and catch me in your arms… let me laugh with you, let me play with you.
Or come with me into the city. Sit across from me at a cloth-topped table; smile at me over pizza, or sushi, while my bare legs brush yours. Smell the perfume touched on my wrists and beneath my ears. Share a secret with me the rest of the world can only envy.
And when we are finally alone, strip off my clothes and meet me in the shower for a rinse beneath the hot spray.
Or just turn off the lights—strike a match and bathe me in candlelight. Trace your fingertips over lace, silk, and ribbon. Unwrap me like a gift. I can be shy; a little demure. But take me to the bedroom, and you’ll discover I am anything but.
I love being outside in the world with you. But I love to cuddle up on the couch just the same, a book in hand or Netflix on, you and I sharing a blanket, my head on your chest and the world a world away…
No matter where we go or what we do, I’m happiest when my honest soul meets another. I want to tell you stories, and I want to listen to yours. I want to laugh with you, to lay with you, to experience every inch of what intimacy really means with you.
Lingerie or t-shirts, sparkling wine or steaming coffee, walking the crowded streets or wrapped up in just the warmth and wonder of each other’s company…
I want to know you.
So: open the door.
Size: US 6/ S /34A
Shoe size: 8/EU 38
Location: Los Angeles