Betho71 @Betho71
I remember the days when I was young and full of life. My body was a temple, my skin radiant, my hair long and curly like the sun-kissed fields of Tuscany. I would dance under the stars, my heart beating to the rhythm of the night, my laughter echoing through the valleys.
As I grew older, my beauty only intensified, my curves becoming more alluring, my lips painted with colors that sizzled like a summer fire. My breasts, full and round, were the envy of all who laid eyes on them, and my hips swayed like a seductress in heat.
But it was not just my physical appearance that made me so captivating - it was the aura I exuded. A sense of confidence that radiated from every pore, a knowing look that spoke of secrets shared under starry skies. It's what drew men to me like moths to flame, their eyes drawn inexorably to my curves like magnets to steel.
I've had my share of lovers over the years - some sweet and gentle, others wild and reckless - but I've always found a certain kind of satisfaction in being worshipped by them. Their hands on my body, tracing lines that only they knew, their eyes locked onto mine as if trying to devour me whole.
But now? Now I'm at a crossroads. My beauty still shines like the sun on a summer's day, but it no longer has the same hold on those who once
