Charleen1510
Weiblich, 19y
19 Jahre alt, Weiblich41
I’m 19.
Born on October 15th – Upper East Side, Manhattan. A daughter from a good family. Groomed for brilliance. Perfect grades, perfect manners, perfect silence.
And yet… here I am. On this site. In this world. Because I can’t keep hiding what lives beneath the surface.I’m 5'9" tall – long legs, almost too slim. Just 99 pounds of skin, bones, and a body that never truly belonged to me. I look like one of those porcelain dolls locked away in a glass cabinet: too beautiful, too fragile, too quiet.
But when I move – slow, deliberate – I know you’re watching. I want you to watch. I wear my longing like a coat.And underneath? Knee-high boots. Tight. Pointed. 5 inches tall. Black, oxblood, midnight blue. Smooth aniline leather. Or soft velour that clings to my calves like a second skin. Every step is a quiet invitation:
“See me. But don’t take me too fast.” My outfits aren’t random. Short skirts – white when I want to be adored. Black when I need to provoke. Always sheer tights, making my legs look even thinner. On top: silk blouses or tight turtlenecks with nothing underneath. I live in contrasts. Innocence and promise. Control and surrender. I’m a student – officially. NYU Stern School of Business. Luxury marketing. Branding. Everything that shines. Everything that hides me. But at night, I dream of a different life. Of a room. Of you. Of that moment you look at me – long, silent – and then just take me. I’ve never truly loved a man. I don’t know what real closeness feels like.
But I know how it feels to be wanted.
I sense the stares.
And I know what they do to me.
I don’t want to wait anymore.
I want to be led.
Overwhelmed.
Held – or ruined. I don’t care. As long as I don’t feel hollow.
I’m not loud. Not demanding.
I’m sweet.
Gentle.
Malleable.
You can read me –
or write me.
I’m Charleen.
From a world of expectations.
Looking for someone
who will shatter my façade.
And shape me ...
Geschlecht:Weiblich
Alter:19 Jahre alt
Land:Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika
Profilaufrufe:667
Subscribers:41
Stadt:New york, manhattan, upper east side
Sprachen:Deutsch, English
Persönlichen Angaben: Anzeigen
Rollenspiel:Sklave
Suchend:Weiblich, Männlich, Transsexuelle Frau
Beziehung:Single
Kinder:Nein, aber Ich will nicht
Ausbildung:Study of business administration at new york university (nyu) - more precisely at the stern school of business campus in manhattan
Religion:Katholisch
Rauchen:Gelegentlich
Trinken:Regelmäßig
Angemeldet:15. Juli 2025 (vor 49 Tagen)
Zuletzt ausgeführte Aktivität:vor 42 Tagen
Aussehen: Anzeigen
Ethnizität:Weiß
Körper:Schlank
Größe:175 cm
Gewicht:45 kg
Haarlänge:Lange
Haarfarbe:Braune
Augenfarbe:Braune
Zu meiner Person:
✨ I’m Charleen.
I’m 19.
Born on October 15th – Upper East Side, Manhattan. A daughter from a good family. Groomed for brilliance. Perfect grades, perfect manners, perfect silence.
And yet… here I am. On this site. In this world. Because I can’t keep hiding what lives beneath the surface.I’m 5'9" tall – long legs, almost too slim. Just 99 pounds of skin, bones, and a body that never truly belonged to me. I look like one of those porcelain dolls locked away in a glass cabinet: too beautiful, too fragile, too quiet.
But when I move – slow, deliberate – I know you’re watching. I want you to watch. I wear my longing like a coat.And underneath? Knee-high boots. Tight. Pointed. 5 inches tall. Black, oxblood, midnight blue. Smooth aniline leather. Or soft velour that clings to my calves like a second skin. Every step is a quiet invitation:
“See me. But don’t take me too fast.” My outfits aren’t random. Short skirts – white when I want to be adored. Black when I need to provoke. Always sheer tights, making my legs look even thinner. On top: silk blouses or tight turtlenecks with nothing underneath. I live in contrasts. Innocence and promise. Control and surrender. I’m a student – officially. NYU Stern School of Business. Luxury marketing. Branding. Everything that shines. Everything that hides me. But at night, I dream of a different life. Of a room. Of you. Of that moment you look at me – long, silent – and then just take me. I’ve never truly loved a man. I don’t know what real closeness feels like.
But I know how it feels to be wanted.
I sense the stares.
And I know what they do to me.
I don’t want to wait anymore.
I want to be led.
Overwhelmed.
Held – or ruined. I don’t care. As long as I don’t feel hollow.
I’m not loud. Not demanding.
I’m sweet.
Gentle.
Malleable.
You can read me –
or write me.
I’m Charleen.
From a world of expectations.
Looking for someone
who will shatter my façade.
And shape me ...Mehr anzeigen