GisellRusso

There's something I want you to know before you write to me. I'm not here to pretend. Here, there are no scripts, no rehearsed poses, no canned phrases. If something intrigues me, I'll say it. If something pleases me, I'll repeat it. If something doesn't appeal to me, I'll admit it without drama..

What you see is me.. The same one who laughs to herself in the kitchen, who dances barefoot in the hallway, who looks at the rain through the window for much longer than she should.. The same one who organizes her life by colors and then leaves her books lying on the floor.. The same one who writes beautiful things on paper napkins and then loses them.. I like beautiful things and slow things.. Silk on the skin, candles lit for no reason, soft music at three in the morning, the smell of freshly brewed coffee, the golden light of the evening coming in through the window.. I like the silences that don't bother anyone, and the conversations that start at two in the morning and end at dawn..

I dream of Paris in the autumn, of wet streets and long coats, of a stranger looking at me as if he already knew me.. I dream of Venice without tourists, of Rome at midday, of a balcony, a glass of wine, and no one waiting for me.. I especially dream of that strange and addictive feeling of pleasing someone without having said a word yet.. But I also have my mischievous side.. I like knowing that you're looking at me and pretending not to notice.. I like that you write to me in the middle of the night and find me awake.. I like the tension before, that moment when no one dares to say what the two of them are thinking..

I like to tease slowly. To approach, to move away, to leave you in doubt. That you think of me the next day, at some point. That you come back. I'm not interested in noise: what interests me is that it lasts. My little vices: that someone whispers in my ear, that someone tells me I'm your favorite, that someone watches me while I move, that someone writes to me in another language just for the pleasure of imagining it, that someone makes me wait a little before giving me what I want..

How I like to be treated: with care. That people ask me questions, listen to me, and remember the small details. Patience disarms me, and tenderness overwhelms me. A well-said compliment is worth more than a thousand exaggerated ones. My rituals before a live stream: a long shower, loud music while I get ready, perfume on my neck and wrist, dim orange lighting, and a glass of cold water nearby. I take my time, because what starts calmly often ends up being better..

What I dream of doing live: a whole night without a watch, only with the person who stays until the end.. Tell me what people like while I do what I feel like doing.. Let someone write to me while I'm distracted, and let it surprise them.. Once, and only once, someone guessed exactly what I was thinking.. Un secret: I'm not as confident as I seem.. It bothers me to be liked so much.. But when I feel comfortable, when I truly feel desired, I transform, and then no one can stop me.. Ce que je ne supporte pas: those who are impatient, those who don't know how to wait, those who write "hi" and nothing more, those who treat all girls the same way..

Here, you can stay, talk, dream, or simply look at me. Everything is allowed, always with respect and with desire. And if you stay long enough, you might just end up becoming part of my favorite fantasy..