The other day, while I was shopping in downtown Madrid, I remembered how, before my first photo shoot, I wanted to expand my wardrobe a bit and buy that delicate, sexy lingerie I always saw but had never dared to wear.
So I went to several lingerie stores in Madrid, and in one of them, just as I was about to leave, I saw some English tourists reacting with shock to a set… one of the ones I’d just picked out. I smiled to myself and thought that a few years ago, when I saw them, instead of being shocked or surprised, I just thought about how much I wanted to get my hands on one and wear it.
As a result of that afternoon of shopping, I bought several lingerie sets (you can see some of them in my photos). The experience of getting ready for a special date and feeling the fabric of the stockings slide up my leg, feeling the lace brush against my thigh as I walk toward you, feeling those butterflies in my stomach that make me tremble as I imagine how later your hands will be the ones to slide them down my leg before we let ourselves be carried away by passion.
As I enjoy a relaxing bubble bath with soft music playing, I let my mind wander to those moments of intimate pleasure when all you want is to feel, to sense skin against skin, to lose yourself in kisses and caresses on each other’s bodies, savoring the moment—sometimes slow and gentle, other times more intense—where lingerie becomes another accomplice to passion and a way to experience sensuality without limits… I’ve felt the need to write and share my thoughts in this little corner that’s already become a part of me.
For me, being Irene is an experience, a way to explore this universe in a different way, giving free rein to our deepest desires and longings, embracing our true selves, and creating connections that give us that spark that makes us feel alive.
