Lucky? Really? Do you think it is easy to wake up in silk sheets and reach out into the void? To hear the silence in the house where laughter used to sound? To be desired - but not loved?

Yes, I have money. I have a gorgeous figure and a little more than just self-confidence. I know how to live beautifully. And I know my worth. But this does not mean that I am not a woman - vulnerable, alive, thirsty for touches, words, passion, a man's scent on my skin...

Do you know what is the hardest thing? Separate those who are interested in me from those who are interested in my bank account. Men become sweet and courteous until they see my diamonds. And then... they reach for them, not for me.

But I'm not a victim. I'm a woman. A widow, yes. Rich, yes. Lonely? For now, yes. But that's not a death sentence. It's a challenge.

So, I'm not looking for a sponsor. I don't need anyone's protection. I'm looking for a man who won't be afraid of my brilliance. Who will see in me not only status, but also passion. My body still remembers caresses. And my soul knows how to love. Hotly. Without reserve.

So if you're reading this, don't be afraid. I don't bite. Well... unless it's really passionate 😉