ZiaVoux

I am a woman who understands the power of her body, who cares for it with every repetition, with every step she takes in the gym.. Every drop of sweat is a celebration of who I am, of the strength I've cultivated. My body not only reflects effort, it reflects passion, determination and self-love. Through exercise, I discover my limits, I break them and then I surpass them, and by doing so, I recognize myself stronger, more confident, more alive.. Every muscle that forms, every curve that is defined, is proof that my effort has a purpose: to feel complete, powerful, and proud of who I am.."

"I am a woman who transforms every drop of sweat into pleasure. My body is not just a machine, it is a canvas, and I am the artist who sculpts it with every movement, with every repetition.. In the gym, every weight I lift not only strengthens me, it challenges me to look at my reflection and know that I am creating the best version of myself.. Every curve, every muscle marked, is an invitation to desire me, to feel unstoppable. My confidence is not negotiable, it is built with every session, with every stretch, with every effort. I'm not perfect, but what I am, I know for sure: I'm irresistible in my own skin."

I love sunsets. The fresh air, the sky dying in pink and orange tones, the silence that begins to creep between the trees. It's always seemed like the perfect time to lose myself. Today I walked aimlessly through the park until I found that hidden corner where the weeds grow tall and the path seems forgotten. I love that place.. It’s secluded enough to feel lonely, but not so secluded that the idea of someone passing by is impossible.. And that possibility.. to be a loca. I sat on the old wooden bench, still warm from the sun. She was wearing a loose dress, one of those that move with every breeze, and nothing underneath. I had done it on purpose. I like to feel free, light, naughty. It was not the first time I escaped there, but it was the first that I could not resist the tickle that ran through me since I left home..

My fingers caressed my thighs slowly, as if they just wanted to warm up. But I knew they were lying. I knew my body was burning before I sat down. The silence of the park became more intimate, more dense. The leaves whispered as the wind danced between the branches, and I let that same wind lift the edge of my dress a little, just a little. long enough that if someone looked from the trail, they could see my legs open and shiny. I bit my lip.. The tickle became urgency. I slid my fingers between my moist lips, already so wet that the touch made me let out a soft, barely audible moan.. My hips moved instinctively, looking for more, asking for more. I closed my eyes for a second, imagining.. ¿and if someone saw me like this? What if someone walked by and stopped to look, saying nothing, just watching me as he touched me brazenly?

The thought made me shudder. I leaned back a little, dropping on the back of the bench. One hand clung to the edge of the wood while the other sank between my legs. Slow movements at first, exploring, playing with my clitoris as if it were a secret that I loved to tell only with caresses. I could feel my thighs shaking, my sighs getting quicker. It was not just physical pleasure. was the mix of adrenaline, of feeling so alive, so daring, so.. observed, even if no one was there. Or so I thought. Cause I swear for an instant, I heard a branch break in the distance. My heart leaped, my fingers stopped. ¿Was it someone? Were they watching me? Or was it just my mind feeding the fantasy?

I smiled. I didn't say anything. I just touched myself again, this time with more determination. I opened myself further, letting the dress rise completely. My fingers slid with rhythm as I squeezed my lips to not moan too loudly. But I couldn't help it. It was so close, so fucking close.

My whole body curved as I came, biting my fist not to scream. The waves of pleasure shook me with intensity, while I felt the heat, the fast pulse, the weak legs. I let myself fall, panting, heart pounding against my chest. And just then, in the bushes, I saw something move. A flash of light. A shadow of mine. ¿You know me? Did they just sit there, in silence, enjoying the show? Or was it just my imagination again? I don't know. But I got up with a naughty smile, lowered my dress and walked away slowly, my legs still shaking and my skin burning... knowing that maybe, just maybe, someone would remember that afternoon as much as I did.