VidiaStons

About me

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Hi, I'm Vidia. I am a Latin model with deep roots, delicate curves and a natural elegance that accompanies me at every step. My body is slender, my specific attitude and my passion for visual art push me to express myself through every pose, look and movement. I like to blend the classic with the modern, proudly carrying on my heritage while exploring new forms of creativity.. I have worked in editorial sessions, fashion shows and art photography, and each project is an opportunity to tell a story without words. I love authentic environments, fashion with personality and I collaborate with artists looking for something out of the ordinary. I am always open to new challenges and I continue to grow in this sector that I love so much.

I love the sound of coffee falling into the cup in the morning, it's like the beginning of a small daily ceremony. I love cloudy days as well as golden sunsets; there is something magical in both. My favorite color changes depending on my mood, but red always has a special place: passion, strength and fire. Fashion is an extension of my soul, but out of the lens you will see me in comfortable clothes, listening to R&B, soft reggaeton or a little'soul. I easily lose myself in books of poetry or deep conversations by candlelight. Plants relax me, the sea balances me and dancing connects me with myself like nothing else. I’m a fan of old movies, intense scents and spontaneous travels. I don’t need much to be happy, just authenticity, art and good energy.

I love the sound of coffee falling into the cup in the morning, it's like the beginning of a small daily ceremony. I love cloudy days as well as golden sunsets; there is something magical in both. My favorite color changes depending on the mood, but red always has a special place: passion, strength and fire. Fashion is an extension of my soul, but out of the lens you will see me in comfortable clothes, listening to R&B, soft reggaeton or a little'soul. I easily lose myself in books of poetry or deep conversations by candlelight. Plants relax me, the sea balances me and dancing connects me with myself like nothing else. I'm passionate about old movies, intense perfumes and spontaneous travels. I don’t need much to be happy, just authenticity, art and good energy.

I was late, I was finishing some reports when Mr. Méndez came out of his office. "Vidia, can you come a moment?". Closed the door with confidence. I felt the dense silence, the tension between us. "I work too much," he said, slowly approaching. His hand touched my life and shivered. When he kissed me, I couldn't resist. I wanted it for a long time. He sat at his desk, his lips explored my neck. My legs opened naturally, her body slipped between them. His hand, warm, found my moisture and my moan was his reward. For a moment, there's only me.. and the crunch of the leather of his chair behind me.

He was cutting my hair, but all I could think of was his fingers in my hair, so close to my skin. His touch made me feel burning. When I left, I was pulsating. I ran to the bathroom, lowered my panties and came violently, saying his name on my lips.

Vidia closed the bathroom door with a slight click. The shower steam still hovered in the air, drawing indistinct shapes on the mirror. He stopped in front. The towel slipped from her shoulders and fell to the ground, without haste. He looked at himself. Not with haste or judgment. Seemed to be seen for the first time. Her breasts, not really symmetrical, seemed beautiful to her. Her belly, with its soft curve that once she had tried to hide, spoke of her history. He traced a line along his thigh with his fingers, noticing how his skin quivered slightly in response.. It was not vanity. It was recognized. She had spent years avoiding her reflection, adjusting the lighting, covering herself, wishing to look like someone else.. But not today.. Today she liked what she saw. Today she felt complete. His body wasn't perfect, but it was his. And this was enough for her. Smile.. Not for flirting, but for gratitude. Because finally, after all, she could see herself, and she liked what she saw.

Dr. Vidia Stons was a psychologist known for her composure. His voice was calm, his gestures thoughtful. Every week he met patients of all kinds: anxious, grieving, confused.. and some, deeply passionate. Sometimes, while taking notes, a patient would begin to recount intimate memories. It was not the content that disturbed her – she had heard everything – but the way they told it.. The tone. The pause. The roughness of their voice. Encouraged honesty, urged them to speak without shame. But over time, he began to notice something. His body responded. Subtly, but unequivocally. A slight tension in her crossed legs, a blush that rose to her skin, her breath that became just a little deeper when someone talked about the forbidden, the desired, the secret. He never showed it. He kept his posture, his rhythm, he respected his ethics. But at night, alone, with the dim lights and the silence of the house, the echoes returned. No faces, no names: only voices.. and the way, unknowingly, they had awakened something inside her.

I'm 38, and I've learned that true desire never needs to shout. Tonight, I wore black—not to provoke, but because I love how that soft fabric understands my body. Every step I take is certain, full of quiet intention. As I passed by him, I didn't say a word. I just looked at him. My scent lingered between us—a trace of vanilla and something deeper. His breath shifted. I felt it. I didn't need to touch him to undress him. My gaze was enough.

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I'm 38, and I've learned that true desire doesn't need to make noise. Tonight, I chose a black dress—not to seduce, but because I like the way this soft fabric understands my body.. Every step I take is assured, filled with silent intention. Passing by him, I didn't say a word. I just looked at him. My scent floated between us—a hint of vanilla and something deeper. His breathing has changed. I felt it.. I didn't need to touch him to undress him. My look was enough.

At 38, I've come to love the way my days unfold—slow, intentional, and filled with quiet pleasures. Mornings are my favorite. I wake up early, just before the world stirs, and wrap myself in a soft robe as I make coffee.. The warmth of the cup in my hands, the aroma, the stillness—it's my little ritual of indulgence. I enjoy taking care of my body, moving it with grace—whether it's yoga in the soft morning light or a long walk that lets my thoughts wander freely. There's something sensual about being present in my skin, aware of every breath, every sensation. Throughout the day, I balance focus and flow. I take pride in what I do, but I also know when to pause—light a candle, stretch, let a song take over my mood. Cooking is another pleasure. I like to pour a glass of wine, let my hands work slowly, tasting as I go, letting it be an experience, not just a task. At night, I let go. A hot bath, skin still tingling afterwards, silk sheets against bare skin. maybe a good book, maybe just the sound of music playing low in the background. I don't chase chaos or noise—I crave intimacy with life, with myself, and with the moments that make me feel most alive.