A recent incredible indulgent overnight led me to some escort reflections …

Recently, a date and I arranged to meet at the beautiful, unique Seed Library. Its soft but interesting ambiance was perfect for conversation with a new person. I took a seat in my figure hugging knit dress, my heavy bust just on display.

As I smiled warmly at my date across our cocktails, we had so much to talk about! Us both loving books and films, I gave some sci-fi suggestions (be warned: when we meet, I may talk to you at length about Arrival!). In turn, I took such pleasure in listening as my date talked me through film recommendations.

As we headed to a delectable tasting menu experience at The Clove Club, we slipped further into a rare and valuable type of conversation – one that’s fully attentive. I genuinely enjoy listening to people and making them feel held, so this was an absolute pleasure. The incredible tasting menu at The Clove Club added to our ambiance; the flavours and easygoing yet impeccable service gave us much to keep talking about.

My favourite thing? When our excited conversation would lapse into soft silence. Perhaps that sounds unusual to hear from an escort. Sometimes, people assume we must be “on” non-stop. But as I’ve written before, this is real life, not a movie. In our natural pauses, we felt our electric frission melt into an easy relaxation, washing over us. This is the greatest value of overnights – there is no rush. There’s only two people being themselves, wanting each other.

So, when I saw my date’s hand open up next to me, on our ride back to The Ned, it was natural to take it. We were in a little traffic on a dark night, and the lights of the cars were refracting all around us. I often write about desire on my blog as an urgent electricity. But an underrated aspect of desire is electricity’s quieter cousin – it’s knowing. Confidently, deeply knowing what you truly desire. That you want more than cursory bad dates; you want genuine affection. That amidst the city lights, you really want to take that hand …

Here are a few flashes, from our dimly lit suite. Long kisses on the sofa. Soft hands intertwining. Buttons popping open my natural curves. Spending far too long on said sofa. Losing ourselves in our indulgent explorations – because we had the whole night, and even more. Soft whimpers as I bit and licked ears; laughter as I teased over, and then under, clothes.

On to the bed. Deeper kisses. Tongue. Mouths. All our clothes off, now, tangled somewhere on the floor. My hands, caressing, exploring and rubbing further and further. Feeling that familiar glimmer of pleasure when I see someone’s nerves melt away into pure erotic pleasure. Electricity, pouring in now. And me, leaning back, looking up at the ceiling of our four poster bed while coming to ecstasy …

We spent the next morning with breakfast in bed, more kinky exploration, and a beautiful couples’ massage. Then we went our separate ways with a deep kiss and a spring in our step. I headed towards Daunt Books, as not only had my date completely taken care of me on our overnight, I also had a book voucher and Rococo truffles from my gifts page to enjoy! These were the cherries on top of the most incredible, warm, and sensual experience; details that created an indulgent affair we won’t forget.

Want to create your own? Well, you know where to contact this curvy escort in London …

Cleo x