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I'm not going to tell you.
I'm 25 years old
I live in Colombia
Size one. 55 cm
I love to enjoy my broadcasts a lot.
I'm not looking for love, just fun.
I love to read, listen to music, and travel.
I am a firm believer in the law of attraction.,
Everything you want in life you can have
Discipline and effort are the basis of everything
I love mature men.
I love men who treat me like a queen.
I love the private cam to cam.
I'm very complacent.
But I also like to be allowed to
I don't like lying men.
The Commission
He'd been traveling his whole life for different reasons. Countless years, countless destinies.
Sometimes for work and sometimes for pleasure, but most of all for work..
Travels that I didn't know how long they would last or if I'd ever get home. I always travelled with little luggage.,
The fair and necessary to carry out their work impeccably.
When he first started traveling, many years ago, he was always surprised to think of his home, his wife and his children..
I missed them as soon as I set foot on the plane..
He had gradually become accustomed to the feeling of being away from home, away from his loved ones..
In time, he began to turn things into feelings. He memorized his wife's smile, the cheerful faces of his children,
The good times in his company, the expression in his wife's eyes, the force of her gaze..
All that transformed him into feelings and he always carried them with him..
Wherever I went and for as long as I was there, I always had those feelings in mind, always carried them in my heart.
. In the end, after many journeys, feelings ceased to be in the heart to be the heart.
He had made those feelings his home, so, after all that time,
Home has stopped being in the heart to be the heart.
I can't believe you're having these dreams.
He's walking down a street that's slightly up..
The sun is setting on the horizon and its rays,
Still powerful, though late in the evening.,
They hit his face causing him to have to roll his eyes
. Not far from where he is, music is heard.,
Like someone is having a party, because the sounds of laughter also reach their ears
And some of the other shouts of joy. He kept going and turning his face towards the house
The joy from which the revelry came suddenly stopped. Her eyes were fixed on the first floor balcony,
where a young girl was leaning on the railing watching the sunset.
She looked tired and slightly flushed, probably from the heat inside the house.,
But he didn't notice that detail, but he couldn't take his eyes off his black eyes
They hadn't yet repaired in their presence..
He said nothing and stood still, silently, watching the girl who
I've seen it so many times, but never this close. She had a blond hair with dyes,
A little more golden by the sluggish light of the setting sun
, And it reached from beneath her shoulders, and she had distinct cheekbones.
And thin lips that drew a little smile.
“¿What are you thinking about smiling that way that makes you even more beautiful??”,
thought the young man. While she kept looking at the star king,
The boy noticed the young woman's dress, a deep blue, tight-fitting strapless dress.,
And it reached her knees, exposing her arms and lower half.
from her legs. Suddenly, and very slowly, she turned her head and looked where
There was the boy. It passed by towards the mountains in the background, but immediately
She turned her eyes to the young man, who was still, as if rooted in the sidewalk.
Their eyes met; one black look and another brown, but both sincere,
Curious, bright and cheerful. The smile was drawn on both of their faces and one
Electric current ran through their bodies, binding them together despite the distance..
Without saying anything and without stopping smiling she leaves the balcony and enters the house,
But he knows he shouldn't worry because he'll be right out the door..
Just because you haven't said a word doesn't mean you haven't had a conversation..
The seconds seem to last forever, but no doubt crosses his mind, quite the contrary..
He keeps thinking, almost in a rushed manner, what he'll do when she shows up again..
It doesn't give him time to think much further, because the portal door opens and appears with the
Same smile that was on the balcony. The cheeks even more marked by that smile and
The eyes firing sparks of happiness. One step. Two of them. - Three of them. They both get closer and they finish
for being in front of each other. They keep saying nothing as the sun continues to set in the west.
And she bathes them with an orange light that just highlights her mane..
His face receives no light, but neither does he need it because the proximity of both
It makes your eyes emit a special light. Just a second. Two of them. There is no third when the two merge into a hug.
A night in the dark
It was all dark. The black sky, deep with the greatest of chasms,
He had no stars to light his mantle..
It seemed as if some mysterious being had spent the time collecting
The stars one by one until they leave the sky free of any trace of brightness.
The eyes could not distinguish the horizon line or notice where the sky ended and the earth began.
The blackness was so thick that it even seemed to fall on anything that was out in the open.,
oppressing every tree, every river, every mountain, every nocturnal animal.
Little by little the animals that had gone out at night to feed were returning to their burrows and nests.
That was a hint of what was about to happen. Suddenly the heaviness of the darkness grew even greater.,
It was as if he was trying to crush absolutely everything; as if he was trying to show superiority and
The power she had over everything under her..
That heaviness even affected breathing, pressing on the lungs and making it mandatory
Having to open your mouth a little bit more than you should to breathe. When the feeling of oppression
I was getting to a point almost unbearable by the horizon came salvation.
The first ray of light appeared in the thick blackness illuminating the diffuse line of the horizon
Like the javelin that goes off shooting for its target.
At that moment, the first ray of light illuminated the sky from the east,
The west was still plunged into the utmost darkness that instant, the instant of dawn,
It was the key moment of the day. Nature said many things without needing words,
only with your usual cycle. As the light began to shine in the east,
Even if it was only with a lightning bolt, the west was still in darkness..
One could not be without the other; without light there was no darkness and without darkness there was no light..
It could not be permanently lit, avoiding the darkness by the mysterious
I was feeling oppressed. That feeling was nothing but fear of the unknown.,
What you couldn't see or touch. The light provided clarity, vision.,
other type of reaction to external stimuli.
But the darkness made each one have to trust his instinct,
In other ways than sight, reduced to a minimum by conditions.
That moment when the light appeared I remembered, every morning,
The need they had for both. Without one of them I could never appreciate the absence of the other..
And what if one day the time comes for us to meet?
What if one day you come into my life and we give each other as much love as we've ever wanted?
What if one day we went beyond virtual love?
You thought about the possibility of stroking my face,
caressing my breasts, my hard nipples and every inch of my body?
You know, when you're in that moment, you realize that virtual love is a, we're getting a lot further.
and we're totally in love?
I've been here for almost five years and I'm happy to be here.,
I have friends who have been with me since that time.,
Some go and then come back, some are new but
I'm very happy to have each of them in my living room, men who respect me.,
Men who give me pleasure, men who make me smile and see life differently.,
Thank you to each and every one of those who gave me the opportunity to
I'm among your favorites, today I've reached 3000k and I hope to get to have many more,
Thank you guys for making my job more enjoyable and making me feel good every day, every hour.,
Every minute I'm on the site, I hope I can make you feel the same way!
I want to hug you! I'm not!
How many of us visit this site do we do because we feel lonely?
How many of us do it to get out of our social circle?
How many of us do it to forget our problems for a while and just be ourselves?,
How many of us here don't want so many things in our real world and just want to come into this world to be
What do we really want to be?
Here in my living room we can be what we want to be without fear of being judged by anyone.,
In my living room it's okay if you have different fetishes.,
Here in my room the only requirement is respect.,
Here in my living room we will only think about the pleasure of doing what we really like
Let me meet you and please you,
Let me see who you really are and what you like.
It's just a fantasy trip, where we'll think of nothing but ourselves..
Do you dare to embark on this journey?
From afar
(The Commission shall adopt implementing acts laying down the rules for the application of this Regulation.)
I ask for few things, I ask for your memory
That you remember me in a good way
As the days of my calendar pass
I'm finding out I loved you so much
So much so that the bad times don't weigh on you
On the contrary, there are no more earrings.
It's all settled.
And if you ask me, I've already made my peace
No regrets at all.
Let there be light in your life I want
I mean to make you happy
Sit and watch from afar if they name me
Don't look at the sky
And that you keep me in that corner where you keep
The things that were your dreams
What if one day I'm not?
If one day I'm gone, I'll always be grateful for the good times I've had at the site.
Being Gabriella Fox has changed my life significantly and I love every day here.,
I like being who I am and I like giving pleasure to you and having pleasure for me.,
I like to laugh, I like to enjoy the private, and I like to meet them.,
To know each and every one of you, thank you to each and every one of you for letting me be.
for you in your lonely moments or in your stressful moments,
Thank you for letting me help you forget the routine and everything that goes with it.;
This message is for those of you who have been with me through these four years and
They're still here, and so are those who are coming and those who are coming.,
I want you to know that here I am, just like I'm laughing. I'm angry too,
I'm a girl with feelings, not a silicone doll..
Kisses. Thanks again for being here.
♪ I'm not going to lie ♪)
It's not a sexual aberration.
But I like to see you walk in leather
To the beat of your adventurous breasts
Victims of gravity
It's because I don't like upholstery.
I think your naked is your best lingerie
That's why I like you the way you are.
Even that extra couple of pounds
If your boss saw you naked and behind
I wouldn't hesitate to promote your waistline.
Let me fill in your nakedness
To face the costumes from outside
In a better way
Naked, there's no design that fits you better
That of your skin adjusted to your figure
Naked, there is no naive who wears a flower
It would be like covering her beauty
Naked, that nature is not mistaken
And if I had loved you with clothes
With clothes you would have been born
Let me fill in your nakedness
To dress up inside
Even if it's only for a moment
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We're used to hearing that you have to live in the moment and let go of worrying about the future or the past.. The famous carpe diem'. Many people tell us that it's not worth worrying about the more or less immediate future, that whatever has to happen will happen and that it's better to focus on living in the moment and enjoying the present. But if we stop and think for a moment, do present and now really exist? The only thing that is certain is that the past is past and that, as much as we sometimes long for it or wish it would come back to relive certain moments of our lives or change some others, it cannot be, so it is not worth sitting and spending our time wandering and deluding about past events. If we decide to live in the present without worrying about the future, we will realize after a while, some before others, that the present becomes the past at a diabolical rate and that inevitably we find ourselves thinking a little and the future, even if it is in the more immediate future.. We don't need to plan for a long period of time in the future, but I think we do need to think a little bit about what's coming, not obsess, so we can enjoy those moments much more and much better than we call the present and the now..
—And it feels like this sky on fire is falling on me, like the end of the universe. And it seems as if this river flooded over me like rain in a flood.
His reflection in the mirror returned nothing but his own grimaces produced by the pain of his mind..
—You've spent so much and your pride is crying. That's why I stay up all night and then I leave with my mania, which grows inside my empty soul for you. Again, no answer. Without conclusion, expressed aloud:
~I am nothing, I was nothing, I will be nothing
We live in a constant whirlwind that makes us spend most of our time going back and forth without stopping to think about what our next step is or why we did what we just did.. We all like to stop now and then and look around, tell ourselves that that has to change, that we have to be masters of our own steps and not get carried away by the crowd.. For some people, that will be possible and they will start walking at a different pace, admiring what's around them, separating good from bad and making decisions that improve their day to day and with it their lives and their well-being.. Others, on the other hand, for reasons often beyond their control, cannot escape from the whirlwind of steps, actions, decisions, feelings, etc., and continue with their way of life.. But everyone, absolutely everyone, deserves a refuge, even if it's often only and exclusively mental, where they can stand, sit quietly and abstract from everything that's been around them during the day.. We all have a right to that oasis where worries don't exist and only the good times that populate our days are counted and that are hidden by our overwhelming routine..
She opened her eyes and suddenly found herself sitting on the edge of a cliff facing a calm turquoise sea.. The cliff on which he stood descended several dozen meters to the sea, battered by the waves that constantly broke against its base. She didn't know how long she had been with her eyes closed, but she had the feeling that an eternity had passed.. While she had been with her eyes closed her mind was busy going over all the recent events that had led her there.. He went over the good times, the bad, the travels, the new experiences lived, his day to day. All. Because of all that had been going through her mind, because of remembering it all so vividly, it was why she was unable to tell how long she had been sitting on the cliff. When he opened his eyes and saw that vast blue sea his mind was at peace, without thoughts cramming in until he felt his head was about to explode.. The constant rhythm of the waves breaking at the base of the cliff provided him with a way to control the passage of time, though in his innermost being he did not want to know what time it was or how long he had been there.. That rhythmic sound made him close his eyes again knowing this time his mind would not return to previous thoughts.. The vision of the vastness of the sea had opened a path in his mind to make him see that moving forward was the only way to achieve his goals and leave behind the unproductive. Just as the waves always broke against the cliffs tirelessly, she had to follow his example and keep moving forward. She opened her eyes again, calmer and serene.. She looked to her left and there he was.. I knew it was him who had led her to that place but from the moment they sat on the edge of the cliff and she closed her eyes, his presence had been diluted until she felt alone.. She didn't care at all that when she looked to her left he was there with her.. I had always been like this; I had always been with her.. In those moments he was both near and far away. Close because they were sitting next to each other and far away because he left her the freedom and space she needed to be calm and not feel overwhelmed.. That was him.. That's what he was like.. Your friend.
She looked in the mirror every morning.. She liked what she saw and wondered what other people saw that they didn't like so she would mess with her every day.. She had long blond hair gathered in a high vest, well-proportioned ears adorned with small nacar earrings, a small, elegant nut that gave way to one narrow lips that were always ready to draw a smile.. And emerald green eyes behind a pair of fancy glasses. It couldn't have been the glasses.. A lot of people around him wore them and didn't mess with them.. So it must be something else, I thought every morning. ¿What was so strange or disturbing about him that he brought out the worst in others? Finally, one day, he drew some of his hidden value and wrote a note that he pasted on the blackboard in class when no one was around.. When he arrived in class, he was later than the others on purpose, and found everyone commenting on the note and saying that the person who wrote it was right.. But they didn't know who it was.. The note wasn't very long.. It was direct.. “I got someone who's messing with me.. It's not just that he hits me and says ugly things, though I won't lie to you, that's very hard.. The worst thing about bullying is that it turns out that every time you get bullied, you get robbed of a little bit of who you are.. So if it's repeated often, little by little, unintentionally, you're becoming someone you never should have been.. And that's very hard..”
Having the ability to do something is not an obligation to do it. Just as change is not synonymous with improvement, or being still is not synonymous with doing nothing. If you judge without knowing, you will be a fool; If you judge knowingly, a pretentious. Everything is simpler. Think, act when you see fit, be yourself, enjoy what you do, let others live their life and live. About all that. Lives.
Although it was autumn, the sun made his breakfast more pleasant by the window somewhat overturned. A sudden gust of wind turned the piece of paper that lay on the table, right next to the smoking coffee cup.. He held the paper tightly so it wouldn 't fall to the ground and immediately stood still.. The reason was that when he moved that paper and found himself looking at a photo she gave him a while ago. The photo, still in perfect condition despite the weather, was a close-up of a young girl in her twenties, close, intimate, clean, highlighting her beautiful eyes. He had always been very much attracted to her eyes and, for some reason that at that moment eluded him, they exerted a powerful attraction on him.. He'd never been able to explain why, not even to himself.. But at that moment, thanks to the breeze that had entered uninvited through the window and had moved some papers to leave that photo exposed, he realized that those eyes, the eyes of that girl of barely twenty, transmitted to him everything he saw in her; they told him of curiosity. The vividness with which she observed everything, the ability to see beyond the mere sight or the surface of things or people, showed her the determination and strength she had and, above all, told her of her sincerity.. In short, all her eyes told her was that the trust he placed in her was understood, assimilated and reciprocated..
She woke up with the first rays of sunshine. While in the west everything was dark and the stars were still struggling to shine, she, in her fine white linen dress, went out to the balcony to admire the reddish hues that the sun was beginning to draw in the east.. He leaned against the railing and turned his attention to the stream that ran patient and regularly below.. Sometimes I used to go down to take a bath at dawn, but today I preferred to watch it from above, seeing how the water, in some places, seemed to want to move or shape the stones that were at the bottom. The stones seemed to mock the water, forcing it to leap in a sometimes chaotic dance and to seek out invisible or impossible paths to move along, but the stones forgot the important thing: in the confrontation between the stream and the rock, the stream will always win, not by force, but by persistence. Every experience carries a lesson, especially if it's a failure.. He invites us not to repeat the same mistakes. That's how you get wisdom.. But it's not enough to remember the lesson.. It takes courage to let go of resentment towards yourself.. Pretending to be infallible is really nothing but pride.. Man is not perfect and must accept himself as he is, with his qualities and his faults, his moments of glory and his moments of weakness.. The purpose of life is to learn to know yourself, to realize your flaws and turn them into qualities.
To this day I'm still not sure if brave is the one who stays or the one who goes... what do you think?
A little history
The girl was walking slowly towards her home. I was tired, exhausted after a long day's work.. As he approached his gate something caught his attention, a small lump hanging from one of the entry gates.. She sped up her pace a little, driven by curiosity, for she was not expecting any package or shipment.. - What will it be? _, he thought. When he was a few steps from the door he saw what it was and couldn 't take another step.. His mind didn't want to believe what his eyes were showing him, but it wasn't a dream or a hallucination.. Yeah, what I was seeing was real.. One more step. Of. Three. And finally he had it within reach. He stretched out his arm and his fingers rubbed the soft, moist petals of the dozen roses that seemed to have left recently. They were red roses, with a light and a scent that permeated everything around them.. - Whose will they be? - thought the girl.. While he was thinking about it, he saw a little folded note, picked it up and opened it to read.. “My beautiful, here's your surprise today. From someone who appreciates you and loves you. Your handsome. The young woman turned, with excitement and illusion permeating her eyes; the cheeks blushed. I was looking for something I knew was impossible.. It was one thing that he had sent her roses, but it couldn't be that he was also there, somewhere, hiding waiting to surprise her..
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The young woman grabbed the rose boughs, opened the door of her house and went in. A smile that never left her face lit up the entire room, as if the sun had entered the room.. He pulled the flowers up to his nose and sucked in their scent almost eagerly.. He seemed to fear that it was all a dream and that the roses could disappear in the blink of an eye.. They were beautiful red roses, I've never seen such beautiful ones.. Or maybe, but since they'd never been given to her, they didn't seem so radiant.. But those were for her.. She had taken them from her door and they had a note that, though brief, meant a lot to her.. Suddenly there was a knock on the door with three knocks in a row.. None of her acquaintances, as far as she remembered, called that way, and she didn't expect any visitors.. She left the bouquet of roses on the living room table and came to the door in a few steps, opened it and what she found again shocked her.
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His legs were shaking and it looked like they weren't gonna hold up and he was gonna fall to the ground, but he didn't care.. The young woman couldn't help looking at the person in front of her, barely three steps away.. They both smiled silently, as if everything around them didn't exist and even time had stopped.. None of them were prepared for that moment, which made it a most special moment.. She was much more impressed than he was, for she did not expect that encounter while he had had time to face it as he headed for his apartment.. —"Hello, my pretty", said the young man finally almost in a whisper, breaking the silence, but not the magic of the moment. She kept smiling, took two steps and put her arms around the boy's neck to merge the two in a hug.. Though their minds had been together for some time, their bodies were in contact for the first time, breaking through a barrier that at times seemed insurmountable.. The touch of their skins, the feeling of each other's heartbeat on their chest, the smell of their smells... everything that was happening seemed magical to them and they didn't want to break the longed-for fantasy, so they stayed hugged without caring about anything else. —"Hello, my handsome", she whispered in the young man's ear.. For him it was like climbing another rung in that paradise. I had heard her voice many times, always over the phone, but it wasn't the same as doing it in person, where the warm breath that accompanied the words made her skin wrinkle..
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