RosseSweetCute

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.

One day he decides to explore his fascination more intimately. He went to the beach, took off his shoes and got into the water. she loved the feeling of the liquid on her skin, the way it could let her feel free and relaxed. As he sank into the water, he began to feel a sensation of pleasure that he had never experienced before.. It was as if the water was connected to his mind, sending signals of calm and serenity. She felt herself exist, without inhibitions, and continued to explore her fascination with curiosity and passion.. From that day on, his fascination with water became an integral part of his life. He learned to appreciate the beauty of the sea, enjoy the pleasure it could give him and explore new ways to live his fetish. and even though she never shared it with anyone, she felt safer and more confident in herself, knowing that she had a secret that made her 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.

I remember very well the day I met him. My boyfriend and I were going to our umpteenth company party, even though the word party was too big for him. They were just social gatherings where everyone was happy to get to know each other while trying to show others that they were still as cool or cooler than last year. A real torture for which I had prepared myself for four long hours. True to my habit acquired over the years, it did not take me long to part with my boyfriend, sit at the bar and do the only thing that made the passing of time in this place bearable. Yeah, I mean drinking one drink after another. -Do you have someone to take you? Because your rhythm deserves to be seriously thought about. -I came with my husband, just in case you'd be interested. I couldn't tell exactly why I had lied. -If I were him, there would be no chance you'd leave me. He ordered a drink and walked away without further comment. I looked at him like a fifteen-year-old kid as he went from group to group. I didn't know who he was and I didn't care much. -Waste your time. -Excuse me? -The gentleman is only interested in a specific type of women. You can believe me when I tell you it's not your kind. I couldn't ask him what kind of women he liked because new clients were coming in and the man who had aroused my interest was leaving my visual space.. I didn't know why, but it had an attraction to me that was hard to explain. -It's a disgusting vice. -I tried to leave him many times, but I always ended up coming back to him. Do you want one? -No thanks. Given how hard it is to stop, it's better not to start with it. -I guess you're right. Do you want to do something fun? My heart stopped for a moment. What did he mean by something funny? -There is a swimming pool nearby. -I didn't bring a swimsuit. -I'm not either.. You coming? He reached out his hand and I grabbed it. Thinking back, I must have been crazy to get excited, but I just did. The pool was far from the main room and I felt like a naughty little girl. Without hesitation he began to undress until he was completely naked and jumped into the water.

If I'm honest, I had to close my eyes in the process, and I only opened them when I heard the sound of water jumping. -Come on, she's great. -What do we have? Fifteen years? What if they caught us? - Are you seriously worried about that? - Yeah.. -Take off your clothes and get down immediately. -You brought me here just to see me naked? -Get dressed if you prefer. He started swimming while I was watching him and looking around. I took off my shoes. -Hey, don't look at me. -You can't blame me, you're the most interesting thing here. "I'm not going to get naked," I assured. -You're losing it.. He kept swimming as if nothing had happened and I looked at the room again. I took a deep breath. The only man who had seen me naked was my longtime boyfriend and I had never been with anyone else. And I loved her more than anything. And now, what was he going to do? I put my hands on the dress zipper and started to lower it very slowly. It's hard to explain the feelings that dominated me at that moment. Was she hot and horny? Certainly Fearful? So crazy? It is possible. I ended up undressing when I noticed that his eyes were staring at me. I covered myself because of the shame I felt. -I already told you I wasn't gonna get naked. -It's worth it for me. -Don't be dirty. I don't even know why I'm doing this. -Of course you know that..

Did you know? I wasn't sure. He kept looking at me and I, well, I decided to go to the end.. -Turn around, please. -Girl. I certainly behaved like that. My hands kept trembling as I grabbed the bra buckle to ungrab it. Because it's me who gave in. One by one, under his attentive gaze, I took off the few clothes that still covered my body. -Do you prefer it like that? He didn't say anything. He came out of the pool and came to me. It was then hard and erect. I've never seen such a big cock live.

It looked like one of those extra-large dildos that you see in sex shops and you wonder how someone can put it anywhere the first time you see it. But what was really amazing was that I was stuck to a body that was getting closer and closer to me. Unconsciously, I spread my legs and. Fuck. My boyfriend had never fucked me like he did that night. I remember how he penetrated me, I remember his strength and his lack of consideration. I remember how much I felt like something was being used to satisfy one's most basic needs. An inflatable doll? A canned vagina? A simple hole dying of pleasure. I remember the bite he made on my chest just as I was coming. When he finished, he started dressing and left, leaving me very confused. I played, yeah. I cummed like never before even though they treated me worse than ever. And it made me want more, much more.

I used to blame my partners for not being able to bring me to ecstasy. He deceived me arrogantly, arguing that he had not found the right person and that at some point that person would come. But when this person arrived, when I found what I was waiting for and still had problems with jealousy, loneliness, boredom and even empty and meaningless orgasms, I realized that I could not continue to blame others. Something was wrong and I needed a solution, so I started researching the subject. My friends didn't help me much, most of them were too shy to talk about fantasies or question normal relationships. In sexual terms, fear always drives people to make meaningless judgments. And those friends who were able to give up their need for competition to be the most experienced or have the best boyfriend didn't really have more information than I did.. Until I meet him. From the moment I saw it, I knew I wasn't going to have the same sex as before and it made me very curious. However, he scared me a lot, his way of seeing things filled me with uncertainty. It made me feel like everything was possible, but nothing was sure. It was interesting, exciting and terrifying at the same time. I knew that with him I wouldn't even have the chance to breathe and, even though I had no idea what it was, there was something that made me tremble when I was in his presence.. So one day I made the decision to lose control and let go. I tried not to think of anything and I jumped into the void. It was nothing weird or extravagant, and even though he had regular sex with him for a while, his domination was nothing sexual at all.. His authority established itself in my mind before it established itself in my body, his will manifested itself in the way he showed me that his perspectives could solve my problems in a healthier way. It just gave me a much more enjoyable alternative to life. It was impossible not to let himself be completely dominated, it was impossible to resist his madness towards my body when he took me in his arms. At that time I already knew that I would always find pleasure at the end of this path. Once his subtle command reached me, imperceptible to others, but completely enchanting my reason, the outside world faded away. His mere presence was enough to make my knees lose strength and feel drawn to the ground. Her voice completely moistened me, her smell ignited my senses and her look inspired me an insatiable desire. By the time his authority took hold of my lucidity and shook everything around me, my whole life was already at his feet, without fears, without problems, without a single conflict in my head.. So, mastered, everything that was not related to Him lost its meaning. I no longer cared about what I was or was not, what others thought, what was appropriate or forbidden, the cowardice or passivity of my limits.. Only his gaze remains, only his passion exists, I focus only on his pleasure. Freed from everything, my imagination flies, my anxiety calms and my senses sharpen. I focus, I connect, I feel alive, I am another person, I am another animal, I am no longer myself, I am His. When I surrendered, I set myself free and one after another my orgasms became the inescapable proof that no one was forcing me to do anything, that I decided my pleasure and that my decisions were aimed at my convenience.. One after another, step by step, his will led me to the gates of my freedom. Even though I had orgasms before in my life, this time it was different. It wasn't better, it wasn't worse for sure. It was different, it was extreme. My life has changed. The way he treated me, the way he treated me made me disconnect from everything around me. My mind calmed down and my senses intensified. Everything was more intense, as if my body was not mine, as if it was another appendix of Him. Through its intensity in my arguments, its chaos in my consciousness, its violence in my sacrifices, I was able to connect with something within me that was dying to express itself..

DAY 1 (The Initiation) A few hours have passed. We took a shower and we just arrived at his place. It's dark.. The cold.. It inspires me a sexually exciting fear. The high ceilings amplify the echo of my heels following their footsteps in an open kitchen. It is a kind of industrial warehouse. There is a bathroom with an open entrance in the center, surrounded by completely transparent glass walls that rise halfway up the loft. There's only one door. –You want something to drink? –he asks me as he opens the refrigerator–. –Can you give me a glass of cold milk? "This is the first and last time I serve you," he said, pouring it into a tube glass.. It's approaching slowly. He orders me to lift my chin and open my mouth. He patiently pours the white liquid on my mouth. It spreads over my body and falls to the ground. I tell myself I'm not gonna lick it. He doesn't send it to me. I feel a relief. I feel excited again. – What is behind this door? “Behind this door is a world of ropes. "I want you to tie me up," I interrupt.