Lucia Giovane

Om meg

A former ballerina, nineteen, Ukrainian and entirely natural.

Imagine a dancer's grace with a youthful sensuality and an angel's face. Long black hair you are already picturing wound around your hands, pale skin that turns pink when I laugh or when I'm aroused. And yes, every part you are looking at is real, a gift of my Ukrainian genes, with nothing added.

I love the way a man stops breathing when I let him touch me, the way silk slips from my hips, and that expression even seasoned gentlemen wear once they discover how supple a dancer can be.

Nothing faked, nothing performed. Only pure, heady pleasure, for as long as you choose to surrender to it.