Older gent or confident younger gent?
I love an older gent, usually. I adore experience, and I’m obsessed with silver hair – but a younger gent with the right mix of reverence and hunger? Sounds delicious.

CEO or artist with secrets?
CEO. I like a man who makes decisions all day… and hands them to me at night.

One-night indulgence or ongoing arrangement?
Ongoing. I want to build something layered, nuanced, irresistible. A one-night indulgence is sweet, but I prefer slow sips over a single gulp.

Discreet affair or public arm candy?
Discreet affair.
But don’t get too comfortable, though. I might whisper something filthy to you over a Sunday roast in Soho. I like to toy with you when no one’s watching… and especially when they are.

London rooftop or Paris penthouse?
Paris penthouse. Silk sheets, soft light, my perfume on your collar.
But rooftops have their own appeal, especially if they’re high enough for mischief.

Slow burn or intense from the start?
Slow burn. Let it simmer. Let the anticipation ache.

Whispered praise or desperate thank you’s?
Whispered praise. Close to your ear. My lips brushing your lobe.
You may beg, though…. when I tell you to.

5-star hotel or your country home with no neighbours?
Country home. No neighbours. Just you, me, and everything I’ve planned.

Dinner first, or fly me out and find out?
Dinner first. I want to hear your voice, watch your hands, take time…
And then you can fly me out, if you still think you can handle me.

Keep me for a night, or tempt me to stay?
Tempt me to stay. I’m easily swayed… but only if you know how to ask.

Sweet devotion or obedient worship?
Both. Devotion in your eyes. Worship in your actions.

Weekend escape or month-long indulgence?
Weekend escape to start. Let’s make sure you really want more.
Then… who knows what a month might do to you.

Matching tattoos or secret jewelry only I get to wear?
Secret jewelry. Something no one else sees. Something that says I’m yours… and you’re mine.

Touch-starved client or attention-drunk regular?
I like the starved ones. They always come back hungry.
But the attention-drunk ones? They know better than to look elsewhere.

– S x