My name is Victoria. I’m a slim brunette with curves that seem to drive all the men around me crazy. My life is a balance between my career and what I like to call my "personal project." I’m a career-driven woman, and children are not part of my plans—at least not yet. My husband, Jake, is an American who adores me. He allows himself to love me, and I allow him to do so. He’s a good man, but I can’t say I feel anything more for him than habit and convenience.
What I do know, however, is that I’m incredibly popular among men. Their gazes, filled with desire, their compliments that sound like prayers—it’s all part of my everyday life. I catch myself sometimes deliberately wearing fitted dresses or doing my makeup a little brighter just to amplify this effect. I love how they look at me, how they stutter when I walk by, how they try to seem smarter, stronger, more interesting.
I use this to my advantage. Not in a direct way, of course. But I know I can get anything I want—whether it’s a table at the best restaurant in town, help with a project at work, or simply the attention that so pleasantly warms my ego.
Andrius Tūska
2025-05-01 21:10:59 +0000 UTC