Fantasies


What better way to spend a lazy morning than in bed? It’s 9am, the sun is shinning through the windows of your hotel room, and I come in ready to pamper you: sparkling wine, fresh croissants, fruits and cheese, I quickly undressed to join you on the pillows. For the next few hours, lets forget that there’s a world outside of this bed and our two naked bodies.


The door is unlocked, and you come in as instructed. There’s a note waiting for you on the counter: “Go to the bedroom on your right. Shower. Go to the bed, put on the blindfold that is waiting for you on the pillow, and lay still. Don’t talk, and wait for me.”
When one sense is denied, the awareness and sensitivity of your other senses increase exponentially…


I love oysters, and whether their aphrodisiac powers is just a myth or not, I find that sharing a few of those delicacies with a glass of crispy white wine is the perfect beginning to a date of indulging pleasures.


Simple rule: the bed is off limits. Let’s see how we can make use of the rest of the space.


Summer is picnic time, and I invite you to a picnic in my bed. Take the afternoon off from work, bring your desires and your appetite, and I’ll have a range of treats for us to share in between romps.


I open the door to you in a little black dress and heels, welcome you with a soft kiss and a glass of wine ready for you, tease you with a glimpse of the lace of my stockings as we sit on the couch to cuddle and flirt before…


I meet you at the lounge next door, tight jeans, flirty see-through shirt to give you a peek at what’s underneath, and we pretend that we are on a first date, two strangers who met online, a little shy, hopeful… You know you’re going to get lucky tonight, but let’s pretend you don’t know.


You stop by a pub on your way home. You sit at the bar, order a drink, check your emails on your phone. Your drink comes with a note: “How many of those before we can convince you to come home with us?”. The bartender points to the two hotties sitting at the other end of the bar, smiling devilishly at you…


You arrive at my love pad, dressed up in your business suit, carrying a gym bag with you. After exchanging a few pleasantries, you retire to the bathroom with your bag, and I sit on the couch waiting for you. When you come out, the business man has transformed into a sultry woman: short skirt, lacy lingerie and stockings, red lipstick, you trot toward me in your heels, brushing your long hair away from your face. Smiling at how sexy you look all dolled-up, I lead you to the bedroom…