Butt: Desire on the surface, between sin and Paradise

Of all the parts of the female body, there is one that seems tailor-made to arouse desire and inspiration: yes, the butt. Admit it, no one is made of iron, and every now and then there comes that moment when the sight of a perfect butt makes the world slow down.

The butt, oh, the butt! It has a power of fascination that mixes sin and invitation. It is a gateway to mystery, a promise of pleasure, a starting point for so many stories that, just remembering it, makes your whole body feel hot. A curve in the road, a subtle movement, and there you have it: glances turn, breathing quickens, imaginations are put to work overtime. There are butts that intoxicate you just by walking past them; others, then, leave a trail of longing.

The most impressive thing? There is no standard. There are round butts, big butts, discreet butts, soft butts, firm butts; there are those that invite you to grab them and those that fit like a pillow on those lazy post-love nights. On the Bella Club catwalk, every butt is the star of the show — whether it’s made from working out, genetics or pure art of life. The secret is that eroticism lies less in volume and more in attitude: a respectable butt is one that shows itself without shame, because it knows its own power, and one that discreetly hides promises between the sheets.

I'm telling you: is there anything more tempting than the dance of a confident butt while walking? The way it sways, defying the laws of physics and common sense, is hypnotizing. It draws sighs, bites lips, inspires poetry, music, fantasy. And it is there — between tight jeans and almost invisible lingerie — that the border between the sacred and the profane lies.

There's the touch, the squeeze, the sidelong glance, the silent invitation to feel, bite, explore.

The truth is that the butt is fertile ground for desire, but it is also sacred territory. It is pride and freedom, power and pleasure. It is at the essence of eroticism precisely because it is real, sensorial, without makeup, without filter. A living work of art, ready to be contemplated, desired, celebrated.

And do you know why? Because the eroticism of a woman's ass is not just visual, it is experience. It is that impulse that makes hands disobey and rules are postponed until tomorrow. It is the smell of skin, the heat, the tremor at the base of the spine, the shiver of that unexpected touch that makes the world spin slower.

Celebrating the butt is, above all, accepting this irresistible power to ignite passions and become a fantasy. After all, behind closed doors, she is queen.

Alexandre Peccin is CEO of Bella Club, the largest digital men's magazine in Brazil, and columnist for the "Old School Man" section.