LuciMarteli

"Hi baby, I'm glad to see you around. I am a smart woman who likes deep conversations and are very exciting, I enjoy exploring every inch of my body in search of so much pleasure until I can explode. I want you to come and know my naughty side. " This is how I present myself, because honesty and intensity have been the compasses of my life.. From a very young age, I understood that the world existed not only in what was seen, but in what was felt and thought.. 🧠 The Journey of the Mind My story is first and foremost that of an inquisitive mind. I grew up devouring books, not out of obligation, but out of a thirst to understand the complexities of the universe, from quantum physics to the nature of human emotion.. Intelligence to me is not just knowledge, but the ability to connect disparate ideas and, above all, to sustain a deep conversation that challenges the status quo.. The discussions that nourish me are those that rub the philosophical, the ethical and the existential, and yes, I find an exquisite intellectual pleasure, almost exciting, in that exchange of souls through the words.. 🗺️ The Geography of Pleasure But life taught me that the mind is only half the equation. The other half lies in the bold exploration of oneself. The initial fragment speaks of my most intimate and sensual side, and it is not an exaggeration. My path to self-discovery has also been a physical journey, where I have learned to honor my body as a temple of sensations and my most powerful tool.. I’ve taken time to explore every inch of myself, not as an act of vanity, but of deep connection and respect.. This search for pleasure is, in essence, a search for maximum freedom and self-acceptance, leading me to those moments of "explosion" where the being feels completely alive and present.. 💖 If you asked me what is my greatest achievement, I would say that it is to have integrated these two facets. I am the intellectual who can quote Nietzsche and, at the same time, the woman who enjoys her naughty side. I refuse to live in the corset of social expectations. My life has been marked by the courage to be authentic, to pursue experiences that enrich both my spirit and my senses.. Inviting you to "get to know my naughty side" is not just a proposition; it is an invitation to share a life lived without reservations, a life that values depth, passion and the relentless search for ecstasy, whether in the debate of a complex idea or in the stillness of a caress..

¡Lights, camera, Christmas! My First Stellar Photo Session

The mirror showed me an image that I did not recognize, and that, ironically, filled me with an electrifying emotion.. It was my first Christmas photo shoot, a crazy dream I had always had, and my heart was beating to the rhythm of rock carols.. My attire was.. well, it was a statement. I had left behind the typical sweater. I looked at my hands: long, elegant gloves of a vibrant red, reaching almost to the elbow, adding a touch of theatrical sophistication.. They were the only "covered" part that felt soft. The rest was pure intensity. The center of it all was the tight leather corset, a strapless of a deep red, almost scarlet. Tight just the right way to feel powerful, it gave me an incredibly defined silhouette. I felt the leather cold and firm against my skin, and for a moment I felt less a girl and more a fashion warrior.. I took a deep breath, trying to adjust to the firmness. And to top it off, the red pants, so tight to the body that it looked like a second skin.. Every muscle, every curve, was there, defined under the studio light. As I moved, the leather creaked a little, a sound that became the soundtrack of my trust. The photographer, Marco, gave me a signal. "¡Come on, star! Think of the party, think of the spark. ¡Get me that 'I'm a gift' look!" I stood in front of the backdrop, full of warm-colored lights and prop snowy firs. The funk music that Marco put on was perfect. At first I was stiff. My lips refused to smile naturally, and my gloved hands seemed a nuisance. But then, something clicked. Marco me dijo: "Touch the glove, feel the texture. Now, slide your gaze. You're here to dominate Christmas." And I did. I put one hand on my waist, feeling the leather of the corset, the other slightly raised. I dropped my chin. The flash light was blinding, but instead of scaring me, it filled me with adrenaline. I could feel the heat rising up my neck. Click. Click. Click. I moved, I changed the weight. Made a sexy pot, then a genuine laugh. I felt incredibly comfortable in my own skin, despite how "bold" the outfit was.. Red was not just a color; it was passion, it was strength, it was the magic of the season encapsulated in leather. There was a time when Marco asked me to lie down in a velvet armchair. I laughed, because it was such a classic pose, but when I did it, with the pants stretching and the corset holding me, I felt like the protagonist of a luxury magazine.. I took my gloved hand to my chin, the soft fabric against the leather, and thought, "This is the me that I didn't know existed." When the hour was over, I was sweating a little and my cheeks were burning, but the fatigue was nice. I felt dazzling. I felt seen. Marco showed me the first shot on the camera: me, in my corset, my bright red glove close to my face, with a crescent smile. It was pure fire. "Christmas definitely has a new femme fatale," she said, winking at me.. I left the studio with the gloves on, the emotion vibrating in my chest. It wasn’t just a photo shoot; it was an awakening. The corset and gloves had given me the armor to be bold, and there was no turning back.