Age: 19
Birthday:
Sign: Virgo
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Country: Romania
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: 5 ft 5 in / 165-167 cm
Weight: 115 lbs/ 52 kg
Bra Size: 32B
Favorite Position: Doggie Style
Eye Color: Brown eyes
Hair Color: Black Hair
Smoker: No
Languages: English, French, Italian, Spanish
About 1BestShow
standing in darkness; Behind the shadows There was a girl. Her head low to the ground Eyes shut with tears streaming down; Shaking her head, in misery and disbelief. Finally opening her eyes, looking up to blackness around her. her eyes piercing with hate. An avalanche of problems Stum**** on her. Life itself taking a toll on this girl. With her addiction at hand Unable to get out of this depression Giving up hope, having no more interests Uncaring about anything passing her way Finally completely pushed to the ground There is no way up from where she stands now No company around, No friends to come, No one to trust, No one to be around. Alone she stands. Behind the shadows, Waiting in the darkness; For her time to come.
Turn-Ons
Boom boom boom,he knocks at bedroom
As he enters the room,i can feel his perfume
I hear again boom boom
Who s knocking at the room?
Suddenly i feel again his perfume ,
As he gets closer,i feel surrounded by an infected food shop
And his farts sound like hip hop
My body starts moving on their rhythm
I ask him upper da' volume
Now his ***-ole's winds play in bass
I say oh please stop!u make me full of gas
But he wont stop so i kick him in da' ***
And now i hear louder his fart's bass
He blames the food ,saying :damn was trash
Stop please please ,i d do anything to feel the breeze
All i feel is ur fking farting cheese
please at least gimme a fresh air tease
So i fall at his knees begging for some breath
saying please please i need to feel the breeze
He looks into my eyes and shares a tear
Saying i ll do anything for u dear
So again i feel his perfume
A deadly ugly smelling tune
Turn-Offs
Our souls are dying;
As they claim to heal.
We are lost in the shadows,
No light shines in our world.
We hunger for the human touch,
We look for the human soul.
But our blindness had killed us.
There are no angels in this desolate world.
It is a prison, a cell for the dead;
A bottomless hole.
No principles stand.
How long can we hold on?
How long can we survive?
We reach out for warmth,
To be burned by ashes.
Fetishes
Domination, Nurse/Doctor, Role Playing