This weekend was unlike any other. From the very beginning, I felt the need for something that would shake me out of my daily rhythm – something naughty, yet beautiful ✨. After weeks of tame shoots, a tape session that shocked many of you 😏 and a morning yoga moment in the forest 🌲 where I spread my legs, offering myself fully to the sun I craved something more... personal. And that's when the idea came – to take my photographer 📸 to a cabin where the world slows down and I could speed up 💥

The space was perfect 🏡. The wooden interior, wrapped in glass and greenery 🌿, acted on me like an aphrodisiac 💫. Every step in my heels 👠 echoed against the floor like an open invitation 🔊. I knew I had to do something special here – something I’d remember for a long time, and maybe you – only through your screen – would feel that same tension 💋

When Desire Meets Wood and Glass

I chose a mesh bodystocking 🖤. Black, clinging to my body like a tender caress 🤲, sheer in all the places your eyes like to linger 👀. I felt naked and dressed at the same time – and in that contradiction, there was something electrifying ⚡. Before I even said a word, my photographer already knew this shoot wouldn’t be ordinary 🔥. He could see it in my movements as I stretched by the glass doors 🚪, letting the sunlight kiss every inch of my body 🌞.

The first shots were taken on the border between the interior and the terrace 🌳. Wooden planks beneath my feet, the cool glass against my back, and his gaze – more intense than the camera light 💡. I pressed my hands against the glass, as if trying to escape a cage, but I knew I was exactly where I wanted to be 🖤.

When I crouched by the door, thighs tight, eyes locked on his 😼, I heard only a soft exhale. I don’t know if it was excitement or admiration – but both drove me wild 💦. From that moment, we stopped speaking. Our glances, the sway of my hips, and his fingers on the shutter button did all the talking 📷.

It was no longer just a shoot. It was a flirtation. With the camera, the space, with myself. I changed positions constantly – sometimes arching like a cat 🐈‍⬛, other times standing with arms raised 🙆‍♀️, waiting to be stripped from that teasing mesh. But there was no need to take anything off. Everything was already visible – you just had to want to reach 🖤.

I began to play – with myself, with his reactions, with the moment ⏳. I sat sideways in the chair, sliding my hand along my thigh to the rhythm of his breath. I felt like a femme fatale in a movie you secretly watch, hoping no one sees how much it pulls you in 👀. And I wanted him to see – everything. And maybe you will too, but only if you know where to look... 😉

The photographer was no longer just an observer. His breathing grew heavier, his hands sometimes trembled as he clicked. I could feel the tension building – in him, and in me. Each camera click was a step closer to the edge I wanted so badly to touch 🔥.

At some point, I simply stopped posing. Just moments before, he was taking pictures of me kneeling in front of the couch – the very same one you probably noticed in the background 🛋️. And right there, without warning, he pulled me toward him, twisted my hips, and took me from behind. Rough, deep, with a hunger that had been building all day. I could feel the texture of the upholstery against my knees and his hand on my back – firm, hot, dominant. It was no longer just a game – it was the release of all that tension we had built in every glance, every photo, every pull of my bodystocking.

I placed my hand on his shoulder, drew him in close, and whispered one sentence 🫦. I won’t tell you what it was – that stays between us 🤫. But it was enough for us to forget the camera. It was the last shoot of the day and... maybe that’s why we let ourselves go 😈.

It was fast. Intense. Surprising. I didn’t even have time to take him into my mouth at the end – he came so quickly, we both laughed in the same breath 🙈. Maybe it was the thrill building since morning? Maybe it echoed my earlier entries that so many of you read with flushed cheeks – yoga 🧘‍♀️, the tape, forest mornings? Or maybe, sometimes, everything just aligns perfectly 💫.

For those of you who follow me on Fansly or MYM – you already know my wild moments aren’t exactly rare 🥵. My subscribers have already seen how I can set a lens – and a partner – on fire. That’s why I know you’re hungry for more. And more... may definitely appear 🔥

When Posing Becomes a Game

We didn’t say much after. He gently fixed my hair, and I pulled my bodystocking back on, as if trying to wrap myself up again. But nothing was the same... And maybe that was the point. To leave a mark – not just on the photos, but on myself 💋.

Before we left the cabin, I stood once more by the glass. I looked at my reflection – hair a bit messy, cheeks flushed, gaze wild but satisfied 😽. I felt whole. Ready to share a glimpse of this adventure with you – but not everything.

Will we film it? I don’t know. It depends on him – and a little on me. You know I don’t always show everything. But… who knows, maybe the best part will remain just between us 😏. If he agrees – because he came so fast, he might be more embarrassed than I am 😂.

The full gallery from this shoot – shots you won’t see here 📸🔥 – will be available on my Fansly and MYM. And who knows, maybe something extra will appear there – if we’re brave enough... and you’re curious enough 😘

And if you want to know what happened before – make sure to check out my entry about the construction tape shoot 🚧 and the one about yoga in the forest 🌲. That weekend was special. And I have a feeling it’ll echo in my hips – and your DMs – for a long time 💌💦

A Gentle Moment – Time to Remove the Lingerie 👙😌