TaraTaylor

Hi, I'm Tara. And I want you to stay with me Behind my sweet smile hides a universe of desire, play and pleasure. At first glance I look calm, maybe a little shy. like a soft melody that just begins to feel. But if you get closer, if you take a moment to get to know me, you will notice that something in me vibrates differently. a warm, provocative energy that invites you to look beyond my words.

I am that delicious mix between tenderness and fire. I may seem fragile at first, but as soon as you enter my game, you discover a woman free, sensual and deeply aware of what she likes.. I like to play with emotions, with gestures, with silences loaded with intention. I like to speak softly in your ear, and then leave you breathless with a moan full of desire. My body is my favorite language. I like to explore it, provoke it, challenge it. I love sliding warm oil on my skin, feeling how it lights up every part of me as my hands get lost between my curves. When I am with my torso, I feel that I can really ride your fantasies. ride your desires until you are breathless, without words, just with the memory of my body soaked, panting for you.

I remembered an anecdote while writing this, it will be called: The lit window

It was early morning when I arrived at the apartment. The city was still vibrating, but in my building everything was silent. I climbed the stairs slowly, the heels echoing on every step, and as I turned into the third-floor hallway, I saw. A dim light seeped from the opposite window, the barely drawn curtain letting glimpse what seemed a forbidden secret.. I stopped. I could walk away, go into my house and forget about myself. But there was something magnetic in that slit of fabric.. It was like it was calling me. I got a little closer, my heart beating hard in my chest.

It wasn't the first time I stopped there, I confess. For weeks, that window had become my obsession. Whenever I passed, I spied in hopes of finding something. And that night, I found it. Inside, a man was moving calmly. He was barefoot, his torso naked, muscular, with that naturalness of someone who does not imagine that someone is watching him.. He had the still wet towel hanging from his waist, barely holding the weight of the cloth against his skin.. Wet hair fell on his forehead. He walked around the room, pouring himself a glass of wine, as if the whole world belonged to him.. I was breathing heavily, stuck to the wall, afraid of being discovered, but unable to look away..

I felt dirty, excited, trapped. He left the glass on the table and, as if obeying my most hidden fantasies, dropped the towel. My breath was cut. Her body appeared before my eyes, naked, firm, completely exposed. The dim light outlined every muscle, every curve. I took my hand to my mouth not to moan out loud. I watched him walk to the bed, light a warmer lamp and sit on the edge, calm, no need to run. He rested one foot on the bed, slowly opened a drawer, and pulled out a jar of oil..

My pulse raced so fast that I could feel the blood rumble in my temples. I watched him pour some of the liquid onto the palm of his hand and slide it down his chest, slowly moving down to his abdomen.. My legs were shaking. The heat between them forced me to press my thighs, seeking relief. I knew I shouldn't. but the hand was already on my waist, sliding down, unconsciously following his movements. He lay on the bed, with an obscene tranquility. The hand slipped down her belly, caressing her as if to taste time, slow, cruelly slow. I moaned low, and I had to bite my lip to make no noise. It was a show just for me. No one else could see, no one else could feel that fire. I was the intruder, the thief of his intimacy, and that risk made me boil with desire.

Suddenly, he raised his head and turned his gaze to the window. I froze. I felt a chill running down my back. ¿Did you see me? Cold sweat mixed with the burning heat of my thighs. My heart was exploding in my chest. For a few seconds that seemed eternal, his eyes stared at the curtain. And then he smiled. A dangerous smile, as if he knew perfectly well that someone was watching him. as if it had waited for me all along. Didn't run the curtain. Didn't turn off the light. Just continued, more intense, more brazen. The hand went down between her legs, moving with a rhythm that made me moan..

I could no longer contain myself: my hand had slipped under her skirt, looking for the damp heat that betrayed me.. I was masturbating there, in the hallway, leaning against the wall, staring at that man who seemed to offer me his body from the window.. Every move of his was a silent order. Each gasp, a permit. I surrendered instantly. My fingers moved fast, desperate, as I watched him shudder, lose his temper. We devoured each other with our looks even if a wall and a glass separated us. It was a game of power, of shared secrets. And when I saw him tighten, body bowed, breath broken, I let go with him. I moaned so loud that I had to cover my mouth with my hand, but the pleasure was unrestrained.. My body was shaking, I came quietly, leaning against the wall, wet thighs, skin burning.

When I looked up, he was still there, lying, breathing heavily. And the most disturbing thing: he was still looking at me. I smile again, as if I knew exactly what we had shared. I staggered away, my legs loose and my heart racing, knowing that next time it wouldn’t be just voyeurism..

The soft music caresses my ears as the dim lights envelop me, creating the perfect setting for everything to feel intimate, real. our. I like to bite my lip as I slide slowly over the dildo, look straight at the camera as if I was looking in your eyes and whisper how much you make me feel just by being there, looking at me.. My mouth is my secret weapon. I love to use you as a toy, devour you with the look, and then with the throat. I love deep throats, feeling how my whole body surrenders to pleasure, how I let myself be carried away by every gasp, every reaction of yours. I enjoy pleasing. but also provoke, guide, dominate.

Because with me pleasure does not have a single form. adapts to what you and I want to create. I turn on when you stare at me, when you participate, when you play with me as if we were really in the same room. I like when you make me feel wanted, seen, and above all. When you make me lose control. If you made it this far, you're already part of my world. A world where there is no hurry, where pleasure is built slowly, like a good orgasm that begins with a look and ends with moans that can not be contained.

I'd also like to play your me and a third, remember a story I'll call it Between your hands and mine

The night began like any other. A glass of wine, soft laughter, background music floating in the air. But from the moment we walked into that apartment, I knew it wasn’t going to be a normal evening. There was a hidden tension, a silent game that we all understood without saying a word.

There were three of us: me, him. and her. She had a smile that seemed dangerous, one that catches you and won’t let go. He, on the other hand, looked at me with that masculine calm that made me feel wanted and vulnerable at the same time. You two together were a bomb, and I was in the middle.

At first, we sat on the couch, so close that our bodies rubbed each other every time we moved. I felt the warmth of her thighs against mine, and her complicit gaze on my neck. The chat became slower, more intimate, until, without realizing it, the conversation ceased to matter. She was the first to approach.

His lips rubbed my ear like a whisper, a caress that made my skin shiver from head to toe.. Then her mouth met mine, soft, moist, delicious. I moaned against her lips, surprised at how natural it was to kiss her, as if I had always wanted to. He watched, silently, with dark eyes loaded with desire. His hand rested on my thigh, firm, stroking up, very slowly, as if measuring every second to drive me crazy. As I parted from her, panting, I felt her lips occupy my mouth. El contraste fue brutal: she was delicate fire, he was contained force. He kissed me hungrily, his tongue dominating mine, as his hand climbed between my legs.

I was melting in between the two. She unbuttoned my blouse with tortuous patience, releasing my skin button by button. His fingers glided gently, rubbing just enough to leave me trembling. When he finally opened the cloth, his lips seized my breasts, sucking with that wet sweetness that made me moan.. He held me from behind, kissing my neck, biting my skin as if he wanted to mark it. La mezcla era devastadora: her warm tongue licking my nipple and the hardness of her hands exploring my waist, descending urgently.

I did not know to whom to surrender myself first. We fell together on the couch. I, trapped between them, with their bodies glued to mine. She lifted my skirt, leaving my underwear exposed, and smiled with that mischievousness that turned me on even more. He slipped between my legs, kissing the inside of my thighs, higher and higher, as I could barely breathe..

Continuation of the story: with a small photo so you can see how sensual I look

He held my head, kissing me deep, as if to steal my breath. When I felt her tongue traverse my wet intimacy, I almost screamed. The pressure, the heat, the slow movement that slowly became more intense, made me bow my back. He kept kissing me, squeezing my breasts, whispering in my ear how delicious I looked. It was too much. My fingers got tangled in her hair, pushing her further, pleading more. My hips moved on their own, looking for his mouth, while my other hand clung to his arm.. I was lost between the two, devoured at the same time.

When he parted, I watched him take off his clothes. Her naked body, hard, ready, stood in front of me. She raised her head, with wet lips and eyes glowing with desire. He winked at me before licking me again, this time faster, more intense. He spread my legs wide, settled in front of me, and without further thought, entered me with a choked moan.. The scream escaped me suddenly, my body tightened, but it was pure pleasure. I felt how it filled me, how each onslaught made me gasp. She did not stop, her tongue and fingers accompanied every movement, playing with my clitoris as he pushed me mercilessly..

It was a symphony of pleasure. He was taking me hard, grabbing my waist, sinking deeper and deeper. I was screaming, moaning uncontrollably, as she watched me from below, enjoying my twisted face with pleasure.. I came first against his tongue, a hot orgasm that ran me from head to toe.. I could barely catch my breath when another began to build inside me, with it pumping faster, harder. She got up, kissed me with my own fluids in her mouth, while her hands played with my breasts, squeezing, pinching. I was trapped, overwhelmed, lost between their bodies, not knowing if I wanted to scream or cry with pleasure.

He tightened suddenly, with a deep grunt, and filled me as my body broke down again in another orgasm.. I felt her tremors, her breath broken against my neck, as she hugged me from behind, stroking my belly, holding me in the middle of the storm.. The three of us were intertwined, sweaty, gasping, in a thick silence that was only interrupted by the background music.. I couldn't stop smiling. I've never felt so much, I've never been made to lose that way. Y lo supe en ese instante: That would not be the last time.

I'm here to discover your limits. and break them with you. To make you think of nothing but my body moving, my voice whispering, my mouth catching. And if you let me, I can make you forget the world. Just you, me, and this space that we will turn into our secret corner of pleasure. I'm Tara, and I didn't come to entertain you. Come to seduce you, to provoke you. to make you never want to close this window Come, stay. and let me make you mine.