Arrival in Barcelona
I landed in Barcelona just before noon — sky blazing, air thick with that mix of salt, heat, and promise. The kind that says, “You’re not in London any more, love.”
1st Stop: Rooftop Photoshoot
Miguel, the bloke running this whole photography week, met me at the hotel. Lean build, tan lines, and a grin that looked permanent. “You’re even more striking in person,” he said, still half out of breath from carrying his gear. I shot back, “Good thing you paid to find out.” He laughed, a bit nervous — bless him.
The first shoot was on the rooftop. Nothing fancy — linen dress, no shoes, hair down. The city stretched in every direction, golden light bouncing off the glass towers.
My Marilyn Monroe Moment
The air was thick and restless. Then the wind came up from nowhere — sharp, playful, and strong enough to lift my dress clean off my thighs.
A few gasps, a few shutter clicks too late.
I laughed. “Well,” I said, trying to hold it down with one hand, “guess Barcelona’s getting to know me a bit quicker than planned.”
Miguel muttered something in Spanish that made the group chuckle — the women more than the men.
For a moment it felt electric — the mix of embarrassment and power, everyone watching, no one breathing. I gave them a wink and said, “You’ve all got your shot now, yeah? Then put the cameras down and enjoy the view.”
The Final Image
The last photo of the day was me wearing a bikini. The photographers caught me mid-laugh, hair wild, sunlight spilling across my skin.
But the moments after the cameras stopped — the real connection happened — that’s not something you’ll see here on CaliSensual.
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