MaraCortes

I usually wear this outfit to the gym. Of course, I add a few layers and leave the heels at home, but I know that even so, it does not go unnoticed. Sometimes I feel a subtle change in the attitude of my coaches — a look that lingers a little too long, a tone of voice that suddenly softens. I smile inside. I keep my air concentrated, but at the bottom, I enjoy this silent tension, this energy caused by the simple fact of being seen, desired, noticed.

It's not a question of ego, or even provocation. It's something more discreet, deeper. This attention, I feel it as a wave that crosses the air, as a silent proof of my presence. It reminds me that the body speaks a language that words will never fully translate. So I stand straight, gazing at my reflection in the mirror, between effort and mastery. I feel every movement, every breath, as an affirmation of myself. It is not the gaze of others that I seek to capture, but my own that I try to rediscover — that of a woman aware of her strength, her grace and her magnetism..

My skin, my hair, my smile. everything participates in this silent game where strength and sensuality coexist. I am aware of my power, this ability to awaken desire by the intensity of my presence alone. And yet, there is a mystery that remains, a part of me that I give only to those who really know how to look. Between boldness and restraint, I deploy myself as a quiet, magnetic and irresistible force.

I look at myself in the mirror and smile maliciously. The black latex hugs every curve of my body as if it had been created especially for me. It shines with each of my movements, reflecting the light like a second skin, a skin that knows no shame or modesty. only the power.

I like the rendering of this photo. I don't wear anything complicated. Just a t-shirt that slides softly on my skin, and that smile I can't hide when I feel alive. The sun caresses my face, my hair falls a bit in battle, and there is a spark in my eyes. the one that appears when I feel free, desired, authentic. I don't need grandiose poses to seduce. It is enough for me to look at you like this, with this mixture of sweetness and malice, as if I were inviting you to discover something that I only share with those who really dare to look beyond.

Sometimes I imagine how delicious it would be to bathe together in warm water. you and me, without haste, letting the steam wrap our bodies and melt the last barriers. I like the idea of feeling your hands glide gently over my wet skin, while the water falls like a silent caress and my sighs mingle with the steam.. I am tender, a little shy, but I also have a mischievous side that wakes up with the heat. especially when I'm not alone. I like to think of that intimate moment, where no need to talk, just savor the sweetness of water and desire.

I have the gift of transforming everyday life into a game, where every gesture becomes an invitation to guess, to imagine. and sometimes to dream a little too much. I walk in a room as if it was made just for me, and yet I can stumble on the carpet – and bet you I’ll do it in style. Between boldness, charm and a touch of impertinence, I am a delicious cocktail that you can not help but notice. and to want to understand.