Mia Who

Sex to me is soo much more than just something you do lots with a new love and little with an old one. It means expressing myself, it’s my art and muse at the same time.

If you come a bit closer, I will share stories with you about sex and life. Some will say: when will you get over having been a stripper, you’ve only done it for a few months, why can’t you shut up about it?

‍Because a bungee jump couldn’t have made me feel more alive.
‍Until the ever same conversations grated my soul like it was parmesan cheese.

And I’ll take you with me to my libertines club where I desired bodies like a piece of cake. Where I was taken like Liam Neeson’s daughter.
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Nice to never meet you. Sadly we shall never meet or at least you wouldn’t know it’s me. I like to handle this like my profile on Feeld: Either I show you my face OR tell you about all the beautifully dirty stuff I’ve done. To do both would be an act of self-sabotage, because I couldn’t freely collect more stories for my book of life.

But because I want you to get wet to a realistic picture of me in your head (all genders, by the way) I can tell you that I currently have dark shoulder-length hair, I’m tall, long-legged and if my body parts had personas, my eyes would be the egomaniac diva because she got too spoiled by compliments.

When I was arrested in my teens once, everybody was surprised because of my innocent snow-white look. This is the perfect cover for an agent on a mission to explore crotches and other fun stuff.

So get comfy and inspired. And hopefully a bit horny.