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Charleen1510
Woman, 19y
19 years old, Woman
42
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 ...
Gender: Woman
Age: 19 years old
Country: USA
Profile hits: 657
Subscribers: 42
City: New york, manhattan, upper east side
Languages: Deutsch, English
Personal information: Display
Roleplay: Slave
Seeking: Woman, Man, Transsexual woman
Relationship: Single
Kids: No but do not want any
Education: Study of business administration at new york university (nyu) - more precisely at the stern school of business campus in manhattan
Religion: Catholic
Smoking: Occasionally
Drinking: Regularly
Signed up: July 15, 2025 (44 days ago)
Last activity: 37 days ago
Physical Information: Display
Ethnicity: White
Body: Slim
Height: 175 cm
Weight: 45 kg
Hair length: Long
Hair color: Brown
Eyes color: Brown
About me:
✨ 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 ...Show more