24 October 2026
I want to be seen, really.
I put on a cream blouse, a black skirt and heels with red soles, and for a moment I stood there as the woman someone is already waiting for. I like that feeling. I like being admired. I like exploring my femininity slowly. And I like the thought that one evening a man will see me exactly like this and let his gaze stay one second too long.
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