About Me
There's a certain electricity that comes from owning your own desire. I know exactly what I want, and there's something intoxicating about the way leather feels against skin, the click of heels on hard floors, the sheer power of looking like this.
I'm 33, athletic, and yes—I've got the kind of body that makes me look twice in the mirror. My tattoos tell stories I might share if you earn it. Long nails, brown eyes that see right through the bullshit, and a collection of latex and stockings that would make your head spin.
Mystery is part of the appeal. I don't show my face, which means you'll focus on everything else—and trust me, there's plenty to focus on. The curve of my body, the details I've perfected, the way I move when I know you're watching.
What gets me off? Knowing you can't look away. That growing tension when you realize exactly what I'm capable of.
