By way of introduction, let me tell you two things that I’ve learned.
Firstly, that there is nothing more honest than desire. The things that we crave – whether pleasure or connection – tell us something about ourselves. It’s a form of truth telling; a confession your heart murmurs to your head late at night.
And secondly (paradoxically), that we all need to keep a secret or two; because secrets are often the place we can begin to learn what our truth might be.
And trust me when I say I speak from experience.
I always knew that this path was for me. I feel most like myself in the realm of the senses. Covert rendezvous in beautiful suites; deep bathtubs in candlelight; the sensations of silk and leather and latex; smutty polaroids in the bottom of my duffel bag; the first time our hands touch in the hotel bar; the liminal spaces where we go from being strangers to…..something else.
People like to tell you that you can’t have it all, but I called their bluff: Mine is a life of slow dancing and drop-top speed; romance and perversion; pillow talk and walks on the wild side.
I like my bacchanalian parties with a side order of blissful zen solitude. I’m a free-spirited fusion of British wit and continental flirtatiousness, a woman unafraid to live life in full, shimmering technicolour and always on the lookout for a great sunset.
Life has little in the way of maps, so I let my desires lead the way…why don’t you come with me?
Let’s keep in touch, darling.
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