Hello Perfect Stranger,
I want you to reach into the vaults of memory and recall the first blush of adoration you felt for the fairer experience, the strength of your desire and yearning for her touch…when was the last time a lady truly stoked the fires of your imagination, made you heart quicken and your blood rush? I want to take you back to the square root of electric hunger, of feral hope, and wild elation.
I want to inspire you…
to galvanize you to great heights of joy…
to grant your wishes…
let me be your femme fatale.
Perhaps that sounds overly ambitious to you, but please think… when was the last time you truly played? I’m going to tip toe out on a limb and guess lately you’ve felt like something akin to Atlas with the weight of a world balanced squarely upon your shoulders. It is vital to carve time out from the pressures and responsibility to indulge and nourish yourself. You are driven; maybe your career disallows you the time for a traditional courtship or your domestic life, while fulfilling in many ways is lacking in others? Purposefully submitting to pleasure is physiologically and emotionally replenishing and improves your human experience as a whole (ask science!) yet creating space in your busy, professional life and finding the time and energy to plan can be daunting. Allow me to take the reins. As a practiced bon vivant, it has been my great privilege to dedicate myself to curating experiences full of warmth, luxury, and the pure thrill of gorgeous self indulgence for you. Have you ever met a woman who saw through to your core and delighted in the truest version of yourself? Give me the keys to the deepest, internal rooms where you have locked your unadulte laughter, wry smiles and unabashed joy. Whether for just an hour, or an evening, take my hand, let me be your muse. I have found my life’s purpose inspiring happiness in others. I want to set you free.
You have seen my photos so I won’t drone on about the qualities of my beauty except to say that the anticipation will haunt you sweetly; you will day dream of the way my long raven locks cascade down to the small of my back, caressing the top of my luscious, plump behind, willing the clock’s hands to move faster towards our time together. Imagine your fingers, slightly trembling, as they follow the illustrations etched into my alabaster flesh, like constellations, a treasure map for you to follow. My grey eyes flash and lock with yours, my gaze unwavering; close enough to hear my exhale. You have memorized the full arc of my lips, but you don’t yet know how any trace of nervousness that lingers will melt away from you as they part into the warmest grin, full of warmth and mischief. I know you are looking for someone genuine, someone who engages you holistically, whose passions and wit and endless facets stir something in you. I love the path I have taken and I don’t hide behind a facade. This is who I truly am and I am so gratified to make a living creating happiness for you.
And when it comes time to part, you will feel to your marrow that our time together was sustaining and well spent.
