There is a version of me that shows up for a quiet dinner in Munich and a version that never leaves the room, and both of them are entirely real. I answer to the same name either way. Tessy, independent, Brazilian by birth, and far more interested in what happens between two people than in being looked at.
I keep company with men who want something past a pretty face. A dinner that runs three hours longer than either of us planned. An evening indoors that starts slow on purpose. A trip abroad where the itinerary stays loose and the company does not. My lovers tell me I am exotic, sharp-tongued, funny at the wrong moments and difficult to forget, which I take as the compliment it is meant to be.
Secrecy suits me. Being the woman nobody else in your life knows about gives me room to be reckless in ways ordinary arrangements never allow, and I use that room. Passion in my case is not a marketing word — it is a temperament, and it does not switch off when the door closes.
What I want from our hours is simple and greedy at once: to stay in your head afterwards, and in your body too if we do it properly. Every detail gets built around what you actually want rather than around a script I hand to everyone.
Still curious? There is a great deal more of me than fits on a page. Until then, Tessy
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