KathyRivas

There’s something magical about the moment I put on my blonde wig. as if it awakened a bolder, more flirtatious, more dangerous version of me in the art of seducing with a smile. The blonde transforms me: it gives me this malicious spark that shines with malice, without ever losing my sweetness.

I love looking in the mirror and playing with my reflection, caressing each golden strand as if each hid a desire. Sometimes I look like a doll, other times like a temptation disguised as innocence. And when they tell me that I look like a dream. I smile, because I know we're not quite awake yet.

I like to look tender. this sweet girl who smiles shyly, the innocent look and the sweet voice. But be careful, don’t be fooled. Behind every gentle gesture hides a malicious spirit and a crazy desire that I let express only with those who know how to see beyond appearances.

I like to play with this contrast: being like a sweet flower on the outside, but with thorns that know where to touch. I like to tease without saying anything, awaken fantasies by my sweetness. and then surprise you with my fire.

I like to smile. even if I don't do it all the time. My smile is not one that comes easily, but when it appears, it illuminates everything. He is shy, sometimes mischievous, and other times. dangerous, because it hides more than it says. There's something mysterious about reserving smiles for good times, like silent caresses, little promises that escape from your lips. And if I manage to smile at you, it's because you managed to touch something deeper: a spark, an emotion, a desire.