HelanordikFoxy

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I absolutely love having open and sometimes naughty conversations with guys who are on the same wavelength. It's like a thrilling journey of sharing fantasies and ideas. What really gets me going is when a guy takes the lead and suggests some wild erotic games. Oh, and let's not forget the compliments and cheeky remarks – those are my weakness. Feeling wanted and desired? That's the ultimate feeling right there! 

Hi I'm HelanordikFoxy and I like to embrace life with a fun and daring attitude especially when it comes to steamy stuff Yes I'm that girl who is super into talking about sex and trying new things in the bedroom total adventure seeker you could say. 

I don't like negativity. I try my best to smile and make your day a little better while you're in my room, so please play the game and look on the bright side of things. I believe that I'm different and that I'll find a way to make it worth your while to spend time with me, if you'll let me. Your support and love are the source of my dreams and my reality, and for that I thank you.. 😊😘😍 I'm a pretty easy-going person, sincerity and gentleness are part of my nature. 

Training and Wellness 

In my personal space, one of my greatest passions is training. Going to the gym has become an essential routine for me, a place where I work on my physical and mental well-being. Staying active is key to finding balance in my daily life. 

Gastronomy and Cooking 

As for food, the bandeja paisa is my favorite dish. It is a meal that fills me with nostalgia and satisfaction, connecting me with my roots. In addition, I really enjoy cooking; it is an activity that relaxes me and allows me to be creative, experimenting with different flavors and recipes.

His voice was a velvet whisper, heavy with promises and secrets. She was desire incarnate, a sensual, sexy and daring woman, who knew exactly the power she had and how to use it. With one last provocative wink, he walked away towards the center of the room, waiting for you to follow, ready to explore every corner of her enigmatic femininity.The sensual woman moved with an innate grace, each step of hers seemed like a dance. Her hair, silky and dark, fell in soft waves over her shoulders, framing a face that radiated a serene and mysterious beauty. 

His eyes, deep and bright, had the ability to captivate with a single glance, as if they hid ancient secrets and unspeakable desires.Her lips, full and deep red, drew smiles that promised as much as they hinted. The softness of her skin, of a warm and velvety tone, invited the touch, evoking the temptation to caress every delicate and perfectly outlined curve of her body. She dressed elegantly, wearing clothes that flattered her figure without being ostentatious, each garment selected with an expert eye to highlight her femininity and bearing.Her voice, soft and melodic, was capable of enchanting whoever listened to it, each word pronounced with a cadence that captivated and seduced.

When he spoke, his gestures were subtle, his hands moving with a fluidity that added an extra layer of attraction to his presence.My figure is drawn with the delicacy of a sigh. Each movement is a soft dance, a secret whispered in the wind's ear. My lips, slightly curved in an enigmatic smile, promised mysteries yet to be discovered. The light caresses my skin with a golden glow, highlighting every curve and detail, as if the entire world conspired to highlight my serene and captivating beauty. With a deep look and a gentle touch, I don't need words to cast a spell; my mere presence is enough to ignite desire and fascination in the heart of anyone lucky enough to cross my path.

I am a mischievous woman, always with a spark of mischief in my eyes. I love playing innocent pranks on my friends and family, making them smile and laugh at every moment. With a creative mind and a free spirit, I never pass up an opportunity to turn the everyday into an adventure. My infectious laugh and vibrant energy make everyone feel more alive around them. I am, without a doubt, an inexhaustible source of fun and joy.

I am a girl with an overflowing passion for gastronomic exploration and adventure. From my small studio to the vibrant streets of Bogotá and beyond, my curiosity leads me to taste the delights of different cultures and immerse myself in the exciting nightlife and lush nature that the city has to offer. When I am not in front of the camera, I find myself immersed in a world of flavors and aromas, exploring the most authentic corners of Colombian cuisine and beyond. From comforting ajiaco to exotic Peruvian ceviche, each dish is a new adventure for my senses.

Shaving it off was a certain beauty, all rolled up up to her navel, her legs wide open, and sitting in a wide, spacious chair. Looking at it, she was very happy, after she was already very well shaved, and while teasing, carelessly, she put her finger inside the thing. And as he shook his hips, he gave the used lure a certain taste in response. But as he knew it was not true, he said: "Be careful!" What am I doing? "This is not the wood of this fire."

I dreamed of a maiden who slept with a gallant she loved tenderly, and that everything in him was diligent and none of him was careless. She, although badly, finally resisted, saying: "What will people say about me?" In fact, she fulfilled her accident, the two finishing off their stubbornness. The gallant kissed her and hugged her with more warmth than a burning log; The sweetness to be poured out had not begun, when he woke up, and said to the dream: “Last a little longer, what did it cost you, because for me it was no small pleasure?”

Woman's body, white hills, white thighs, You look like the world in your attitude of dedication. My body of a wild farmer undermines you and makes the son jump from the depths of the earth. I went alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me and the night entered its powerful invasion into me. To survive me I forged you like a weapon, like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling.

But the hour of revenge falls, and I love you. Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk. Ah the chest glasses! Ah the eyes of absence! Ah the pubic roses! Ah your slow and sad voice! Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace. My thirst, my unlimited desire, my indecisive path! Dark channels where eternal thirst continues, and the fatigue continues, and the pain infinite.

I think about your sex. Simplified the heart, I think of your sex, before the mature daughter of the day. I feel the button of happiness, it is in season. And an old feeling dies degenerated into brain.

I think of your sex, most prolific groove and harmonious than the belly of the shadow, although death conceives and stops of God himself. Oh Consciousness, I think, yes, of the free brute who enjoys where he wants, where he can. Oh honey scandal of the twilights. Oh silent roar. Odumodneurtse!

And you tell me that your breasts are exhausted from waiting for me, that your eyes hurt from having them empty of my body, that you have even lost the touch of your hands from feeling this absence through the air, that you forget the hot size of my mouth. And you tell me that you know that I drew blood in the words of repeating your name, of hitting my lips with the thirst to have you, of giving my memory, registering it blindly, a new way to rescue you in kisses from the absence in the one in which you shout to me that you are waiting for me. And you tell me that you are so accustomed to this uninhabited leisure of my flesh that your shadow barely reveals itself, that you are barely certain in this darkness that the distance puts between your body and mine.

Because it is not the impatience of the orgasm seeker who pulls me from my body to other bodies to possibly be young: I also pursue sweet love, the tender love to sleep next to and how happy my bed is when you wake up, close like a bird. If I can never undress, if I have never been able to enter into arms without feeling - even if it's just a moment same dazzle as at twenty years old! To know about love, to learn about it, having been alone is necessary. And it is necessary in four hundred nights -with four hundred different bodies- having made love. May its mysteries, As the poet said, they are from the soul, but a body is the book in which they are read. And that's why I'm glad I wallowed on the thick sand, both of them half dressed, while I was looking for that shoulder tendon. I am moved by the memory of so many occasions.

Writing a poem is similar to an orgasm: it stains the ink as much as the semen, and sometimes it is even more difficult. There are afternoons, however, in which I manipulate the words, I bite their breasts and their agile legs, I lift their skirts with my fingers, I look at them from below, I do what I always do to them and, despite everything, see: it doesn't happen! nothing! Cesar Vallejo expressed it very well: “I say it and I don't run away.” But he hid

You know the calm self, the harmless, daytime, musical flirt. Who knows when the malicious, viperine and vengeful one will emerge. But I know that they both delve into sex. And they smell their fingers.