RheaVolk

I walk like every step marks my territory. I do not need to raise my voice to be the center of attention: my presence alone imposes, envelops, provokes. I am the kind of woman who enters a place and leaves everyone with the feeling of having witnessed something special, something that does not happen every day. I have a feline energy, safe, but at the same time kind, close. Like a flame that heats, not burns. unless you want to play with fire. My gaze is intense, full of intention. I have dark eyes, really very deep, that do not shy away from anything. They watch you without shame, as if they already knew you, as if they knew exactly what you think, even what you want, but you don’t dare to say it.. I have a smile that is not innocent, but sincere: those born of self-confidence, not the need to please. You know I like it, I love it, but I don't wear it like a mask. I'm just like that.

I'm kind, though firm. I have a soft voice that I know when to turn deep, a smile that I know when to hide. I don't like superficiality, but I don't judge either. I speak with conviction, but I also listen. I am the kind of person who challenges you gently: they take you out of your comfort zone with a caress instead of a push. In love, I'm intense but selective. I do not seek to belong to someone, but to share the path. I need a partner, not an owner. I want someone who travels with me, who challenges me without imposing absurd conditions, who makes love to me as art is done: with passion, with details, with dedication. I'm not afraid of desire, I embrace it. But I also demand depth. Because for me, the body is a map. but the soul, that's what I really want someone to dare to explore.

When I'm alone, I'm no less intense. Just more honest. Sometimes, I sit in front of the window with a glass of wine between my fingers and soft music in the background. I look at the city lights, the traffic on the street, and I imagine myself somewhere else. In another country. Some other time.. I feel that my soul was born to move, to lose myself in unknown streets, to learn to say “I love you” in many languages, to eat with my hands in night markets, to dance with strangers who smile with the soul.. I don't want a normal life. I'm not afraid of routine, but I'm afraid to stop feeling. I got that kind of mind that never goes out. He's always dreaming, planning, imagining scenarios. In my black notebook, I write down phrases I hear around, travel ideas, small poems, and a list of things I want to do “before it’s too late”.”. Entre ellas: sleeping in a house in the desert, kissing in the rain in a distant country, learning to ride a motorcycle, trying flavors that I still can't pronounce. I'm excited about the idea of not belonging to just one place. Though I'm sure, I also have my vulnerabilities. There are nights when I feel misunderstood, when I wonder if there is someone capable of embracing all my parts without wanting to control them. I have been told many times that it is “too much”: too strong, too free, too intense. But I wear it with pride. Because I know that whoever truly loves me, will love me like this. without measures. without brakes.

In love, I'm not afraid of desire. I seek it, cultivate it, enjoy it. I'm one of those who love with the whole body, not afraid to explore. For me, physical connection is as important as emotional. I like to look in the eyes while I caress, talk with the skin, make pleasure, a conversation of two bodies that understand each other without speaking. But that doesn't mean I give myself to anyone. No. I am the one I choose. And when it does, I give it all. Loyalty, passion, complicity, support. I don't want them to save me, but I do want them to accompany me. that they respect me. That challenge me to keep growing. With my friends, I'm funny, intense, loyal. I am the one who organizes spontaneous plans, the one who gets you out of bed to see a sunrise on the road, the one who knows how to tell the truth with a soft smile. Sometimes, I get serious, and then I share thoughts so deep that they disarm. I believe in energy, in invisible connections, in that nothing happens by chance. I have a spiritual side, although I don’t say it much: I like to meditate, read about ancient cultures, look for meaning beyond the obvious. And in the background. Deep down, what I want most is not luxury, not fame, not even adventure for myself.. What I want is freedom. Freedom to be who I am. Freedom to love the way I want. Freedom to leave when something doesn't fill me. And also freedom to stay, when something or someone makes me feel that I finally found a place in the world.

The feeling of having a guy on me drives my perverted mind crazy and makes my senses want to explore pleasure more, I like to feel the weight of his body on mine, the way his warm breath rubs my neck as his hands run down every bend, claiming me as if I were his.. I love the feeling of his skin against mine, the urgent, almost desperate rubbing that makes my body wake up, my heart beat hard in my chest. When he opens my legs with firm hands and looks at me with that wild hunger in his eyes, I know that there is no turning back: my body begins to beg for him, to seek him, to invite him without words. I feel the heat grow between my thighs as his fingers rub my moist center, exploring me with a cruel sweetness that makes me shudder and moan in anticipation.. I love when he takes his time, when his lips come down and kiss me right there, where I need it most, his tongue playing, licking, devouring me, while my hips move on their own, asking for more, begging for the part of him that still denies me.. And when he finally penetrates me, slowly at first, making me feel every inch of his hardness, stretching me, filling me, ripping a deep moan from my soul, it is as if the world disappeared, as if only he, I and the urgent rhythm of our bodies colliding existed..

I love to feel how his pelvis beats against mine, strong, rhythmic, while his hands hold my hips tightly, marking me, dominating me.. I like how he gasps my name, how he bites my shoulder when he can't contain the pleasure he feels inside me. Each assault causes me to scream, to sigh, to plead; my nails pierce his back, my voice trembles, my body burns. When he takes me hard, without asking permission, when his tongue mixes with mine in a hungry kiss and our bodies move to the edge of chaos, I feel that I lose myself in a delicious abyss from which I do not want to get out.. I love the moment when I feel his body tighten, his rhythm overflow, his moans become rough and broken as he sinks deeper into me, louder, until he explodes inside me, hot, shaking, as I collapse too, screaming his name, feeling the pleasure tear me apart. in a thousand sweetest pieces. I love to stay under him, exhausted, sweaty, feeling how his rabid breath caresses my skin, how his weight covers me, how his warm seed mixes with my own fluids, making me feel his, satiated, gloriously alive..