CharlotteGossart

The day had turned into a little ritual: dim light, music caressing my ears and my skin vibrating under the fabric.. Every move was a dance. Every gesture, a silent invitation. I settled comfortably, I played with my hair, let my hands run over my waist. and it was impossible for me not to notice how the red intensified every time I looked at the lens. It was as if the body possessed its own energy, an energy that aroused in me the desire to flirt, to provoke and to delight in my own presence.. Today was not a day like any other. Today was a red day. a day when I felt on fire. The day had turned into a little ritual: dim light, music caressing my ears and my skin vibrating under the fabric.. Every move was a dance. Every gesture, a silent invitation. I settled comfortably, I played with my hair, let my hands run over my waist. and it was impossible for me not to notice how the red intensified every time I looked at the lens. It was as if the body possessed its own energy, an energy that aroused in me the desire to flirt, to provoke and to delight in my own presence.. Today was not a day like any other. Today was a red day. a day when I felt on fire. Today, I woke up with the desire to feel strong. so I chose my favorite weapon: my red body. The one that embraces my shapes as if it had been made to measure, the one that transforms me as soon as I feel it glide on my skin. From the first look in the mirror, I knew this day would be different. The red sublimated my curves, accentuated every line and gave my reflection a mischievous smile. I wandered around the house, every step slower, more confident, more provocative. No need for makeup or imposing accessories. the body spoke for itself.