The embrace that soothes, the love that strengthens, sensitivity as strength, not weakness. Allow yourself to be seen for your most sensitive side.

I open the door slowly, feeling the warmth of your space envelop me even before I see you. The soft light of the room welcomes me as if it were already expecting me. I enter with slow steps, letting the sound of my heels announce my arrival—each touch on the floor carrying the intention of someone who has come for you. The air smells of you. And that already brings me closer than I'd like to admit. I close the door behind me, and for a moment I stand there, leaning against it, observing you. My lips curve into a slow smile, the kind that only appears when I know exactly the effect I'm having. "I'm here…" I say, my voice low, almost an invitation. I walk towards you with the lightness of someone who wants to be touched, felt, noticed. My fingers brush against the wall, then the back of the sofa, until they finally stop on you. My body leans in slightly, bringing my perfume closer to your skin, as if Friday were beginning precisely with this encounter—warm, soft, inevitable. I stand there, close by, looking into your eyes, as if saying without haste: Now it's our turn.

Your imagined touch traces my skin like a warm, slow whisper, awakening every sense. It's that silent, almost invisible invitation… but impossible to ignore.

Orgasm is that instant when the body blossoms and the soul smiles. A second of total surrender that ignites happiness from within, as if the world were breathing along with you.

The sea and femininity meet in the same mystery: deep, sweet, and untamed. Waves that embrace, currents that guide, strength born from silence. To be a woman is to be the sea—gentle on the surface, infinite within.

Monday love is that hug that undoes the weight of the world. It's the kiss that calms the rush, the touch that loosens the stress and reminds us that, even at the beginning of the week, there's a place where the body rests and the soul smiles.