What You Get When You Book a Date With Me

“Because restaurants are special places right? And people go to restaurants to be taken care of, right? They go to restaurants to celebrate, to relax, to not have to think about anything else for a minute…people go to restaurants to feel less lonely”

— The Bear, Season 4 Ep 1

I’m often asked (by those I know I won’t be compatible with) what my “menu” is. I think they expect me to respond with a certain number of acronyms that fit their criteria for seeing a provider. In all my years of being an escort I’ve seen countless pictures and videos of my colleagues, read their blog posts and Twitter rants, grabbed a drink with a few, and the one thing I can confidently say is we’re all so uniquely amazing in our own ways. From the quirky, to the cute, to the neurotic (yet still somehow sultry), I’m as straight as can be but I admire all of them: these beautiful, complex, multidimensional women. This perspective then leaves me taken aback when we’re asked to reduce ourselves to a list of abbreviations and add-ons, as if all we are is our answer to “COF?”

So, the menu questions never get a response out of me, but I do understand the curiosity that arises when you find me during your weekly peruse of Eros or Tryst, or when you google “NYC escorts” and I’m just one of many. I too would wonder “What exactly am I getting here?” Not just in the acronym sense but, how will she make me feel? What is she like? What does she like? What will we do? As an over thinker, I’d be asking the same, if not more. So here’s what you get when you book a date with me, a menu of sorts that is far from comprehensive but does consist of the uh.. chef specials shall we say?

Warmth

You know the feeling that follows after the first bite of a dish you’ve been craving? When it’s rich, satisfying, and exactly what you’ve been needing? The comfort, and ease of being in that moment and feeling warm inside? Think: the glow of a fire on a cold winter night, or the steam rising from a bowl of soup when you’re under the weather. I’m a tea drinker so I can’t speak from experience here heh, but from what I’ve observed, it’s also the feeling you get when your first sip of coffee eases you into the day. When you think of me, think of that.

Think of a soft blanket that you retreat to when you want to feel safe, seen, and completely relaxed. A blanket you wrap around yourself when you want to feel cared for. And I mean this in both the most nagging of ways (because I will reprimand you for not wearing a jacket in the cold), but also in a sweet way because I have a big heart and genuinely care. And with me there’s never a need to pretend. We can be real together. No rush, and no pressure. Under that blanket, we can just be. Whether you need a moment of escape, a sounding board, or just someone who will remind you what it feels like to be showered in affection. Whatever it is, I’m here to help you feel warm again.

Indulgence

In a world that moves far too fast, indulgence isn’t a luxury to me, it’s a necessity. It’s the choice to prioritize pleasure, sensation, and connection. And as a hedonist, I don’t just appreciate the finer things in life, I live for them. Silk sheets, candlelight, thought-provoking conversations over champagne, these are all invitations to experience life more deeply.

And the indulgent world I like to be immersed in together isn’t just comprised of material things. Yes, there’s a thrill in receiving a thoughtful gift, whether it’s jewelry, a fragrance, or a purse I’ve been eyeing. But it’s not really about the price tag, it’s about being desired, and cherished. Even something as simple as a handwritten note gives me butterflies.

And for me there’s also a joy in giving. I’m an incorrigible people pleaser, so it selfishly makes me happy to make you happy. Whether it’s a warm towel after you get out the shower, your favorite drink poured exactly how you like it, or me asking “how’s the pressure?” as I work on your back thats been sore for days. Let me genuinely compliment you until you’re beaming with pride, or bake a dessert you’ve been craving that isn’t quite right unless it’s homemade. A seductive evening planned to perfection, and the look in your eyes when I make you feel wonderful, these are the things I delight in. To indulge is to be fully present. To surrender to the sweetness of now. I want you to feel spoiled, looked after, and maybe even a little ruined for anything less.

Intimacy

A few years ago I read a quote that always comes to mind when I think of intimacy. And yes, it’s usually among images in my head of fingers tracing skin, lips brushing past one another, touch, and taste, and all the senses heightened, but it’s actually on the opposite side of that coin. It’s about what happens in the lull, in the water break, in the cuddles after, and the conversations before:

“Intimacy is not who you let touch you”

That’s only the first line and it seems antithetical to the usual definition I’m sure, but it isn’t, if we acknowledge the full spectrum. There’s the obvious intimacy… us, bodies intertwined. You asking if I like to be touched there, and me nodding slowly because the moment doesn’t call for words. The moans, the sweat, the occasional giggle when something doesn’t go as smoothly as we’d like. Me in my submissive nature wanting to please (I’m very open minded by the way), while you want to make sure we both cross the finish line. Ultimately, it’s an exchange of pleasure that leaves us both in a daze of satisfaction.

But there’s also the other side of intimacy, where we undress each other without taking anything off. This is where vulnerability lies, and authenticity, and a sort of shedding of any pretense. Here we build our own little world, where I see you, and you see me. And the beauty of it is it’s genuine. Yes it may be brief, or may feel fleeting, but that doesn’t make the connection any less real. It makes it rare. Ephemeral, yet precious. With me, you don’t have to choose between desire and depth. Let’s honor the full range of what it means to be intimate, exploring each other’s bodies but not forgetting each other’s minds.

Until next time friend xx