Divine Red The late afternoon had that golden tone that made everything seem magical. It was in this atmosphere that she appeared for the first time. Her blond hair shone like the sun in an open field, but what really caught his attention was her red dress. That red... that followed every curve of her body with an almost impossible precision. He could hardly take his eyes off her. There was something about her, a mix of innocence and provocation, a kind of silent invitation. She looked at him, with a look that seemed to know more than any words could say. "Why red?" he ventured, trying to control the desire that was already beginning to take over. She smiled at the corner of her mouth, that smile that promised secrets that only time would reveal. "Red is life, it is desire... it is what connects the divine to what is most human," she said, softly, as the wind played with the leaves around her. Lightly, she ran her hand over her skin, revealing the heat that seemed to emanate from her. He felt the air around him warm up. "I am the fire you seek and the shelter you don't want to lose. This red... is more than a color, it's a promise," she said, walking slowly towards him. Each step seemed like a dance, a spell that kept holding him tighter and tighter. At that moment, he knew. There was no turning back. Desire grew, and he threw himself into the flames she carried with her, those flames that didn't destroy, but consumed the way he wanted. That afternoon became a whirlwind of touches and sighs, enveloping them both in something that bordered on the divine. She guided him down paths he didn't even know existed, where desire and passion met, and there, lost between her curves and the mystery of that red dress, he knew he would never be the same again. LovelyQueen 👑❤️🔥 . . . . . . #fetish ❤️🍑❤️