Don Carnal

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Long live to Don Carnal!

We still have a few days to untie the dog inside us. Take off the muzzle and let go of the daily leash that keeps our bodies so cold.

It’s time to hang the raincoat and dust off the sequins that will make us vibrate during the hours that the night hides from us. Look for a mask and let yourself go.

Change the office for the dark streets.

Change the bag for a good company.

The traffic jams, for the carefree crowd.

The daily bad fumes, for the laughter that accompanies the dance.

Don’t you realize it’s Carnival?

You’re lucky enough to enjoy the best party in the world and, besides, you can be who you want… Nobody will notice. I won’t tell if you don’t want to.

Grid socks, suspenders, feathers and corset. Find out who you want to be. Abandon yourself to the amusement until the dawn, that another rooster, for that then, already will sing to us… meanwhile, just go out to the streets and enjoy.

Live the Carnival of Santa Cruz de Tenerife.



Around the World in #80Days

Every woman is a world and every world is full of pleasant experiences to show. Mine is made up of days and nights in which I constantly seek the pleasure that will illuminate my hours. Knowing myself perfectly and abandoning the stupid norms imposed socially, turn me into a free woman who loves and lets herself be loved by those she considers opportune.


And so I come to you, with a clean mind of stereotypes and without judging your actions at all, because I want to have you fully and sincerely, no matter taboos and hindrances that prevent me from giving myself and you give yourself to the pleasure that concerns us.


Maybe we could start kissing. Caress you with the tranquility of the beginning, your wet tongue with my fleshy lips, or perhaps simply watching you slowly take off your clothes for me. I could do the same to the sound of whatever music you want. Gently move my hips while detaching from my body each onion leaf that covers me with care until I leave the light lace of my absolute brown skin.


If you prefer, we can play to avoid any unforeseen event, flee from the bad guys on a marvelous steed of great height and beautiful figure while I gallop with determination on your hips. Or better still, save me from the bonfire of my destiny… I will know how to reward you and leave for you all the good that my sex can keep.


If you are in a hurry to win the bet, don’t doubt it and run. With force, strike my body to be able to arrive on time. Minutes flies and we both know that time sometimes plays against us. I’ll make it easy for you, don’t worry because I’ll make you arrive on time.


And so our encounters go on, tasting the honey and pleasures of each culture, of each season, proposing reasons to stay alive and with our bodies warm and boiling, because every sip of wine counts and our throats enjoy every drop of pleasure.


So I propose you a trip around the world, making the necessary stops to rest and catch your breath, provide us with laughter and shameless glances to continue the journey full of adventures to reach the Wine Club of Monje Wineries.


A space to enjoy the good gastronomy, the juices of the earth, the black and white listán, the volcanic lava, the dark encounters between the underground tunnels, with the pain of my whip, the skin that is naked… who knows, perhaps tonight, you will find what you thought was lost, asleep, forgotten.


I’ll be waiting for you on 13 April at the Wine Club of Bodegas Monje, to enjoy the Around the World in 80 days.





To enjoy myself.



Besos para encantarte

How to reach your kisses …

Looking for the way of make unstable the frailty of your nervous, whenever I burst into your room, without any external emotions. Investigating in the look that avoids my face and dodges the contact with my eyes. Making an effort to make react the frozen blood that pumps with success your heart, my body waddles with the gentleness with which spiders scratch their traps.

I long for that you observe me like the jewel that dazzles to the magpie and you should steal me promptly up to taking me to the bed. To raise your waist with the agility that only gives you the youth of a body full of desire and to hear your wheezes full of arousal.

Rest my hands in your chest to take impulse to provide you the best of the dances that you have ever lived until your body come to my hips. To give you the vision of my breasts full of life while your hands enjoy holding my long hair dampened by the heat of the game.

To ride on the winning stud and to turn me into the madness of your dreams. To drink a toast for the excitement with a glass of the best of the Burgundy . And to retain in my pupils your face, hungry of me of me.

To wait for you awake, that you return for me so many times as give you the forces, to spill with every rattle, the uncontrolled rage that only my skin and my tongue will cause you up to the end of the days.

Keep the fixed look in my face, do not doubt that I will be for you, so many times as you want, because I am already lost in your smile, in the image of your infinite silhouette, in the desire to have you under the sheets next to my naked body.

Death to Cupid. Valentine’s Day

It has been months since I have heard from you, but you reappear at your leisure in my mind, in heart and in the memories of my bed. It appeared to be nothing important, but I miss your hands, your clear eyes, and your smile with your fruity, Dragoblanco wine scented lips.READ MORE