AfroditaShalom

I still remember the garden of my childhood, full of colors and scents that transported me to a magical world. My grandmother was in charge of taking care of this land and I was her most enthusiastic apprentice. She taught me to plant, water and love each flower as if it were a treasure. He told me stories about the different species, their properties and the secret language they hid in their petals. When my grandmother passed away, she bequeathed the garden to me and with it the responsibility to perpetuate her legacy.. I promised myself to continue to take care of the flowers, not only for her, but also for me. Over time, the garden has become a refuge for me, a place to find peace and connection with nature. Flowers taught me the cycle of life, resilience and the beauty of the ephemeral. Now when I look at the flowers, I see the reflection of my grandmother and her legacy. I feel her presence in every petal and I know she lives through me and the flowers she loved so much.

The night fell on the city like a silk veil, enveloping everything in its path with a soft darkness. The air vibrated with the energy of expectation, as if every molecule was charged with desire. At that moment he appeared, his silhouette carved in the shadow, his gaze like a lighthouse that lit the darkness. His steps were slow and deliberate, as if every movement was a promise of pleasure. She waited for him, her skin trembling with impatience, her heart beating to the rhythm of passion. When he approached, his breath was like a caress, his voice a whisper that enveloped his soul. then their bodies met, merging in a hug both sweet and passionate. The night faded away, leaving only the warmth of their union, the rhythm of their hearts and the promise of endless pleasure.. but just as everything seemed perfect, he stumbled on his own foot and fell to the ground with a dull sound, while she could not help laughing out loud.. "Well," he said smiling, "I guess that breaks the ice.

oh my god, shoes are my life! I love them, they fascinate me, they drive me crazy. I have about a million pairs in my closet and yet I feel like I need more. My friends tell me I'm obsessed, but they don't understand, every pair is special, each one makes me feel different. I love high heels, they make me feel like a model, as if I could conquer the world. and the flat shoes, they are so comfortable, perfect for a day at school or to go to the park with my friends. and the colors, oh my God, the colors. I love reds, pinks, blacks, whites.. All of you! Each color makes me feel a different way, transports me to a different world. My mother tells me I should stop spending so much money on shoes, but she doesn't understand, they make me happy, they make me feel alive. so yes, I'm obsessed with shoes, and I don't care, because they're my passion, my love, my life. Long live the shoes!

your hands, soft and delicate, like rose petals. They fascinate me, they attract me, they seduce me. Every line, every curve, every movement is a work of art that takes my breath away. I remember the first time I saw them, I was hypnotized, I couldn't get my eyes off them. They seemed so fragile, so perfect, I couldn't believe they were real. And then when you touched them, I felt a chill through my body. It was like time had stopped, like nothing else mattered but your hands in mine. I love to see them move, see them create, see them love. I love the way your fingers roll, the way your nails shine, the way your palms open to receive me. Your hands are my weakness, my passion, my obsession. I'd like to spend hours kissing them, caressing them, worshipping them. I'd like to feel your warmth, your sweetness, your love. because your hands are not just hands, they are the door to your soul, the reflection of your heart. and I want to enter, I want to know, I want to love.

In a candlelit room, where the air was charged with impatience, we met. He, with his intense eyes and suggestive smile, looked at me as if I were the only person in the world. Me, the heart beating with excitement, I was drawn by her dominant energy. He approached me, the low and hoarse voice, he told me about his desires, his fantasies. I, with my open mind and trembling body, let myself be carried away by his words. He tied my wrists with soft ropes, stroked my skin with his skilful fingers. It made me feel vulnerable, but at the same time it made me feel safe. He talked to me about trust, submission, liberation. and I, the open soul, I let myself be carried away by his voice. The night unfolded with a succession of sensations, emotions, discoveries. and when dawn rose, we looked each other in the eyes, knowing that our connection was more than physical, it was emotional, it was spiritual. That night I discovered that bdsm is not just about pain or pleasure, it is also about connection, trust and liberation.. It's about finding someone who understands you, who accepts you, who loves you.

girl with intense look and mysterious smile, her beauty is enveloped in an aura of intrigue and sensuality. Her black hair falls over her shoulders like a waterfall at night, her eyes shine with an inner fire that suggests a world of passions and desires. Her skin is soft and pale, like marble, inviting to touch and explore. her fleshy and red lips, promise of pleasure and submission. Her body is a work of art, a creation of curves and lines that invite to be admired and adored. She moves with sensual grace, every step is a dance of seduction, every movement is a promise of pleasure. Her voice is a gentle whisper, a caress that caresses the soul and awakens the deepest desires. In his presence, the air charges with electricity, the waiting is palpable. She is an amateur bdsm girl, but her passion and dedication are so intense that they can take the breath away even from the most experienced. Her look is an invitation to enter a world of pleasure and sensuality, where the limits are erased and where passion is the only rule. She is a girl who lives in the present moment, who lets herself be carried away by her desires and instincts, and who invites others to do the same..

Since I have memories, I have always been a curious person and passionate about discovering new experiences. At twenty, I found myself at a stage in my life where I wanted to explore my desires and fantasies more. It was at that moment that I discovered the world of bdsm, a universe that captivated me and made me feel alive. It all started one night while I was surfing the Internet. I came across a forum dedicated to bdsm, where people shared their experiences and knowledge. I felt intrigued and started reading articles and testimonials. As I went deeper into the subject, I realized that there was a side of me that I wanted to explore: that of abandonment and trust in a safe environment.. I decided to take the plunge and join a local group of bdsm enthusiasts. At my first meeting, I felt nervous but excited. I met nice and respectful people who shared my passion. I felt welcomed and understood and over time I made friends and attended workshops where I learned about practices, safety and the importance of setting boundaries.

I feel like an attractive and sensual woman, with a body that makes me feel powerful and confident. My skin is soft and oily, my hair is long and silky and my eyes are deep and attractive. I like to feel desired and I like to play with sensuality, with the look, with the touch. I feel like a goddess when I feel loved and desired. My smile is my most powerful weapon and my passion is my strength. I let myself be carried away by my desires and surrender to pleasure. I am a sexy, sensual and free woman. I like to feel the warmth of someone's skin, I like to feel someone's arms around me, I like to feel someone's lips on mine. I love the touch, I love the caress, I love the love. I am a sexy and sensual woman and I love to feel alive.

I remember as if it was yesterday when my eyes met his for the first time. I was 18 years old and I was in the penultimate year of high school. It was a day like every other, until I saw her. She was new to school and something in her eyes caught my attention. I felt attracted to her without knowing why. The days passed and I couldn't help but think of her. Finally I gathered my courage and I left. We started talking and I found out that we had a lot in common. We loved the same music, the same movies and the same books. We started spending more time together and I realized I was falling in love. It was my first love and I didn't know how to handle it. I felt nervous and excited at the same time. I remember the first kiss we gave, it was in a park near my home. It was a sunny day and the world seemed to have stopped. It was a sweet and tender kiss, but it made me feel like I was floating in the air. Little by little, our relationship grew and we became inseparable. We went everywhere together, shared our secrets and dreamed of our future. But like everything in life, our love also has an end. After a year together, we decided to follow different paths. It broke my heart but I knew it was better for both of us. I still remember with tenderness those moments. He was my first love and he taught me what it means to truly love. Even if we're not together, I'll always carry this love in my heart.

A few years ago I discovered a world that would change my life forever. I was at a stage in my life where I felt lost and without direction, until the day when, out of curiosity, I entered the world of BDSM. At first it seemed scary and unfamiliar, but as I read and learned more, I realized that it was something that caught my attention.. I liked the idea of giving control to someone else, feeling both vulnerable and safe. I met someone who became my guide and mentor in this world. It taught me the limits, trust and respect needed to navigate this world. I started experimenting with different practices and discovered that I liked being submissive. The first time I submitted to someone, it was an amazing experience. I felt alive, safe and free. Knowing that there was someone who was caring for me, who was caring for me and protecting me, gave me a sense of peace that I had never felt before. As I continued to explore, I realized that BDSM was not just about pain or pleasure, but also about connection and trust between two people.. It taught me to communicate better, to set boundaries and to respect others' boundaries. This world taught me a lot about myself and what I want in life. It gave me the confidence and security I needed to be who I am. And although I know it's not for everyone, for me it has been a transformative and liberating experience..

I still remember the garden of my childhood, full of colors and scents that transported me to a magical world. My grandmother was in charge of taking care of this land and I was her most enthusiastic apprentice. She taught me to plant, water and love each flower as if it were a treasure. He told me stories about the different species, their properties and the secret language they hid in their petals. When my grandmother passed away, she bequeathed the garden to me and with it the responsibility to perpetuate her legacy.. I promised myself to continue to take care of the flowers, not only for her, but also for me. Over time, the garden has become a refuge for me, a place to find peace and connection with nature. Flowers taught me the cycle of life, resilience and the beauty of the ephemeral. Now when I look at the flowers, I see the reflection of my grandmother and her legacy. I feel her presence in every petal and I know she lives through me and the flowers she loved so much.

I've never been one of those who believed in love, but this rainy day, in this little bookstore, something in me changed. Among the shelves filled with other people's stories, I found mine. His eyes, the colour of a calm sea, met mine and I had the impression that time had stopped. We talked for hours, as if we'd known each other forever. We discovered that we shared the same passion for old books, art and non-fiction films and lonely walks on the beach. With him, words flowed with surprising ease and every conversation was a discovery. Over the days, our bond has strengthened. I loved to lose myself in his eyes, hear his contagious laughter and feel the warmth of his hand in mine. Thanks to him, the world seemed brighter, more colorful. However, life, with its usual irony, has put us to the test. Obstacles came up that threatened to tear us apart, but we clung to each other with all our strength. Together we overcame all the storms, proving that our love was strong enough to withstand all adversity. Today, in hindsight, I realize how lucky I was. I found my life partner, my best friend, the person who makes me feel complete. And even though I know the future is uncertain, I am sure that together we can build a world full of love and happiness. What if we continued the story? We could explore a trip together, a romantic surprise or another special moment. You see! I can also change the ending if you want something more dramatic, moving or just different.

What I'm going to tell you happened when I was twenty-six, I was back, I was gone four years to Canada where I worked as a stripper, it's terrible to return to Costa Rica knowing that no one was waiting for me, that I knew no one; I know it sounds strange, but my whole life has been very strange.. So strange that when I returned, I bought five houses, I lived in one and rented the other four, nudity pays very well, so my finances were settled, the house where I lived fifty meters from the beach, I had the impression that the beach belonged to me, first I started to get a lot of money, then I started to get a lot of money. I was always naked, but when I saw that no one showed me, I found myself completely naked, at that time there was not as much tourism as there is now, that's how I met Andrea, a friend who also loved to walk breastless, but rarely did full nudity with me. I am a very pretty woman, very beautiful, not because I say it, I measure 1.74 m, I weigh 62 kg, blond hair straight almost to the waist, white skin, but I tan a lot, so more Well, I would say golden, buttocks as they say in my city "paradito" and pretty big breasts (I will not deny it, I have implants) with my measurements being almost perfect, now, because when I returned I had not yet had the implants. Even if you may not believe it, the fact that I was a stripper does not mean that I had many sexual experiences, I had barely slept with four guys, the one who stripped me, one in Canada.. that's why I came back and two little friends I'll talk about later.

Today my best friend gets married. Belén is the person who has accompanied me since childhood and the woman who never understood what I want, frustrating any attempt to identify my desires. How could I tell someone else if my (alleged) best friend can't stand the fact that I like the quiet and threatening guy with piercings? It's a world of prejudice. This is the normal cosmos: you can like the dominant macho village pharmacist because he has the money, not to support you, but so that he does not have to depend on you. Even if it's the brothel. Even though I don't intend to make you enjoy it. Even if he does not show the slightest intellectual agitation. And yet she says it's me who's sick. And the best part is I didn't even tell her about what really turns me on. Belén has unmarried at the age of 28. Daughter of a family as opulent as religious, or parents who taught her to show her class by teaching other mortals to discern between pâté and liver, she spreads her legs at the cash desk of a street of Chueca with a man's cock. . redneck drunk but rich. He says he fell in love and today is his wedding.. Her wedding is a sarcasm and, of course, you have to dress up.

DAY 33 (The contract) – You learned to breathe, to sit on your heels, to enjoy while you are suspended in the air. I congratulate you, slave. Your will is terminated voluntarily with your consent. You are the only one who can decide to obey. Note each of your fantasies in order of priority and I will try to satisfy them. 1) TIGHT ME, WITH HIS ART AND HIS ROPES. 2) CALL ME, WITH YOUR TECHNOLOGY AND YOUR LANGUAGE. 3) FUCK ME, WITH YOUR WISDOM AND YOUR DICK. I stop writing and I look up. He looks at me. He read what I wrote and prepares the strings. He ties me gently. It doesn't push like the other times. I beg you. Does not agree. This leaves them relaxed enough to be able to kneel with my forehead on a small cushion. Spread my buttocks with your hands. And I notice the warmth of his mouth on my sex. I feel his tongue moisten between my lips. His tip touches my clitoris. A deep breath makes me notice the pressure of the hemp. I'm burning. She's sweating.. He notices it. I hear his pants fall. Ecstasy condemns me to chain orgasms. EPILOGUE The weeks passed in a few minutes. My nipples have acquired a purple color. My vagina is a flow of uncontrolled joy.. Just because I imagine you're subduing my mind like a devil. No one sees how I masturbate and no one knows what I'm thinking. I'm yours. I feel only sex. I can only feel your strings.