NikyRojas

NIKY ROJAS 

Leader dominant, prenant des risques, passionné et le remède et la cause de tous vos maux.

Dominant, risky, passionate leader and the cure and cause of all your ills

Colombian woman, Dominant both in the hair and in your mind and your heart. I am a lover of coffee and wine. Risky, leader and passionate, the cause and cure of all your ills. Being your mistress is my greatest slave desire.

Femme colombienne, Dominante tant dans les cheveux que dans votre esprit et votre cœur. Je suis un amateur de café et de vin. Risqué, leader et passionné, la cause et le remède de tous vos maux. Être ta maîtresse est mon plus grand désir d'esclave

Étant dans le désert de Tatacoa, avec mon esclave en contention corporelle complètement nu et prêt à se conformer à chacun de mes ordres, si vous le faites, le prix sera qu'après un certain temps, il sera libéré pour l'utiliser pour mon plaisir sexuel.

Being in the Tatacoa desert, with my slave in body restraint completely naked and willing to fulfill each of my orders, if you do the reward will be that after a while he will be released to use for my sexual pleasure.

Habille-toi tout en latex, avec des bottes hautes et domine-toi pour que tu sois mon putain d'esclave. Ordonnez-vous d'être en levrette, attachez-vous les mains et la peau et avec une pagaie de cuisine, donnez-vous des fessées plusieurs fois jusqu'à ce que vous n'en puissiez plus.

Dress me all in latex, with high boots and dominate you so that you are my fucking slave. Order you to be in doggy style, tie your hands and skin and with a kitchen spatula spank you many times until you can't take it anymore.

Niky Rojas stood in front of the mirror, where the warm light of the sunset gently illuminated every corner of her room. The black dress she had chosen for the evening draped over her figure with natural elegance, softly tracing her silhouette as the light fabric moved with her slow, graceful motions. The black of the dress contrasted beautifully against her skin, giving her an aura of mystery and sophistication that enhanced her presence. With each step she took, the sound of her heels echoed on the wooden floor, creating a hypnotic atmosphere. In front of the mirror, Niky took a moment to appreciate the details: the fine pleats of the dress, the cut that accentuated her waist, and how the fabric captured the light in a way that made it seem almost ethereal. Satisfied, she gently adjusted the strap on her shoulder and let her hair fall freely around her face. Every small gesture, from the brush of her hand against the dress to the way her gaze met her own in the mirror, exuded confidence.

The room was immersed in an almost unreal atmosphere, where the only sound breaking the silence was the faint hum of the blue lights glowing from the corners of the ceiling. The lighting wasn’t too bright, but its cool tone filled the space with a sense of tranquility and mystery. Every object in the room seemed to have its own glow under the bluish light, but the true focal point was the black dress, hanging elegantly from a mannequin in the center of the room. The dress, deep black and satin, absorbed the light in a way that made it seem alive, as if it was breathing with the room. The fabric had a subtle sheen, but under the blue lights, every fold and curve of the dress took on an almost magical texture. The fine details along the neckline and the delicate stitching stood out with precision, giving it a presence that went beyond the physical. Around it, shadows shifted slowly, playing with the reflections on the floor and walls, creating changing patterns that seemed to dance around the dress. The contrast between the dark black of the dress and the cool glow of the blue lights made the garment look like a work of art, a piece meant to be admired in silence, as though it belonged to another world. It was a dress that held secrets, one that could transform whoever wore it into an ethereal figure, full of power and mystery. The room, with its elegant minimalism, allowed the dress to be the star. There was little else—just a few discreet pieces of furniture and the lights creating a dreamlike atmosphere. In that almost empty space, the black dress stood like a tangible shadow, contrasting with the blue, symbolizing both enigma and elegance. The air felt heavy, as if the energy of the room gravitated toward that single garment, and the lights flickered slightly, as if responding to its presence. Every time the blue lights shifted slightly, the dress seemed to change. From some angles, the black absorbed all the light, hiding its details, while from others, the fabric gleamed with a mysterious glow, as if it wanted to reveal a hidden truth. It was not just any dress—it was a presence, a symbol of something greater, something indefinable. Anyone who gazed at that dress could feel a connection, a desire to approach, to touch the fabric and feel its softness, but also a distance, as if there was something forbidden about the garment. The black dress and the room with blue lights were two elements in perfect harmony, each enhancing the other, creating an environment where time seemed to stand still, and the only thing that existed was the dress, under those enigmatic lights. 

The park stretched out before me, silent and desolate under a sky covered with gray clouds. The leaves on the trees swayed gently with the cold wind that swept through the area, sending a slight chill through my skin. I walked along the gravel path, hearing the crunch beneath my feet as the shadows of the evening began to lengthen. The sun, hidden behind a thick layer of clouds, barely peeked through, its faint light casting an almost melancholic tone over the landscape. The air was heavy with the damp scent of earth, as if rain wasn’t far away. In the distance, the park’s street lamps began to flicker on, their warm lights struggling against the cold and gloomy atmosphere. There was a calmness in everything, a silence broken only by the soft whisper of the wind in the trees and the occasional crackle of a branch beneath my steps. As time passed, the cold grew more intense, as if the evening was warning that night was approaching. The park, which on sunny days was full of life and laughter, was now a solitary refuge. I paused for a moment, gazing at the horizon where clouds gathered, creating a blend of dark, muted tones that blanketed the sky. It was a beautiful scene in its own way, a quiet and cold beauty that invited reflection. I decided to keep walking, slowly leaving the park behind. The shadows grew longer, and the cold air became more noticeable with each step. As I exited the park, a sense of peace accompanied me. The cloudy sunset and the chilly breeze had wrapped me in a unique tranquility, almost as if the park, in its winter-like stillness, had offered me a moment of escape from the rest of the world.