What we can share
I offer many unique and fantastic experiences. What we share depends on what you yearn for, and what version of me that comes alive when we’re together.
Some clients want the cultural companion, others want a domestic Goddess, and quite a few want the kinky girlfriend who brings both warmth and an edgy delight. Here’s what they can look like…
I. Cultural experiences
There’s something intoxicating about dressing up, sitting across from someone captivating, and losing all track of time.
Long dinners where the food is excellent, but secondary. Where we talk about art, film, why you hate hotel gyms, and that recent, but quick trip to Kyoto you keep thinking about. Where I lean in when you’re telling me something that matters, and you notice the way my skin catches the light.
Catching the matinee on a random Tuesday.
The way you watch me watch the performance. How the music makes everything feel otherworldy. What happens after, when we’re both still humming the final notes.
Gallery visits on rainy afternoons. Walking through Mudam while water tap dances on the glass building. Standing too close in front of a photograph, your arm brushing mine, neither of us moving away.
I love the anticipation of an evening out almost as much as what comes after.
Almost.
II. Domestic intimacy
Sometimes what we crave isn’t dramatic. It’s the yearn of ordinary intimacy with someone extraordinary.
Let’s cook together. You chop, I watch you chop. We argue about whether garlic should be minced or pressed. You hand me stews to taste, like a spoon held up to me mouth, licking the drop of sauce on my lip.
I watch you move around the kitchen like I’m learning your language, and you always catch me staring and smile.
We make our own secret menu. Your favourites or mine, things we’ve never tried, recipes we ruin because we got distracted kissing against the counter. Tender chicken, salmon tagliatelle, with the classic English sticky toffee pudding that you’ll taste on my tongue, instead of on your plate.
The apartment suite we’ve turned into ours. Candles making shadows move. Music smooth enough to talk over, and sip whisky to.
Morning coffee where we’re still half-asleep, with no need to fill the silence. Afternoons reading side by side – your book, my book, and no technology. Our legs tangled on the sofa. Your hands softly stroking my head. My head on your chest. The kind of quiet that pauses the world outside.
You tell me about your day. I listen. I want to know everything. What made you laugh. What frustrated you. The things you don’t usually tell people, but feel relief telling me.
Our type of intimacy is soft where everything else is blunt and sharp. The version of us that wants to exist in the same space. Cooking, eating, resting, laughing – without always needing it to be urgent or intense.
Sometimes the most erotic thing is just being wanted in the ordinary moments. The covertly sexy parts. The domestic quiet that feels like home. The domestic setting we cannot wait to return to.
Let me feed you (or at least bring the ingredients). Let me learn how you like your coffee. Let me make you feel like you don’t have to leave.
III. Kinky exploration
You want someone who’ll lead you into the dark and make you love it – you’ve come to the right woman.
My dominance unfolds effortlessly. You’ll feel it in the way I climb over you, how I look at you, and how I whisper your name. The pause before I touch you that makes you forget to breathe. I’ll stretch out my hands to you, and you will quickly place your control in my palms.
Kinky GFE is where I live. I will terrify you in the best way. Affection. Restraint. Laughter. Exploration. Interrogations you don’t want to end. I’ll make sure to bring the beauty of BDSM to Luxembourg. Every. Single. Time. Rope that feels like sin. Bondage that looks beautiful on you, props that make you gasp and beg. Tease and denial until you’re incoherent. Sensation play that makes your head. spin. Power exchange that feels like falling – don’t worry, I’ll catch you.
I want you nervous before we meet. Wondering what I’ll do, how far I’ll take you, whether you’ll survive it (you will). The climax and the floating afterwards – boneless, satisfied, already thinking about next time you surrender to me.
If you’ve been craving someone who understands the psychology of surrender, who’ll push you without breaking you, who’ll free you, making you feel safe enough to let go completely, that’s what I do. And I love it here.
IV. Roleplay & fantasy
That scenario you’ve been perfecting for years? The one too embarrassing to say out loud? Well… what is it?! Spill – tell me!
Roleplay is permission to become someone else (or something else) for a while. Let’s inhabit a fantasy together and see how far it takes us. Strangers meeting in a hotel bar. Boss and secretary after hours. The affair neither of us should be having, but can’t stop. Or something wildly specific to you. So specific, it comes with a scripit and an outfit. The fantasy you’re half-embarrassed to admit. The thing that gets you hot but, you’re not sure anyone else would understand. I love the negotiation beforehand: you telling me what scenario electrifies you. Me, asking the questions that make you squirm, then stepping into it together. Committing to our roles, and seeing what unfolds when we both stop being ourselves to become who we’re pretending to be. This isn’t about power. Sometimes play is just about play and the thrill of transformation.
V. Traditional companionship
You don’t want dominance or games. You want tenderness, smothering kisses, and pouts on the forehead. Me without the edge. Soft, unhurried, genuinely wanting you. Our dates will feel like the beginning of something we don’t want to end, although we both understand what our arrangement means. Afternoons in bed that are equal parts talking and touching. I’ll make you feel so important. Desired. Worth the time. We are two people who enjoy each other, who are building chemistry, and who make each other laugh between the hugs and kisses. If you want honest intimacy, this is it. This is how we get there.
VI. Extended time
Overnights. Weekends. Multi-day arrangements.
Us. Together. For hours and hours..
You wake up to me with no makeup, yawning faces, speaking without opening my eyes, totally incoherent without coffee. I see you, equally confused without your morning cup of Joe.
We cook together. Go to the market. Explore a new country together. I can be your work companion, keeping you entertained between meetings. We will procrastinate on what film to watch, settling on a film we’ve watched many times before. Some extended play – maybe we swap roles, and I hand you the power.
The simple things becomes powerfully erotic when you’re doing it with the right person. Grocery shopping. Morning routines. Diary planning. The way we look at eachother over breakfast. How I reach for you in sleep, wrapping my thighs around you. This time can be used however we want, so let’s take advantage of it all.
VII. Something slower
Touch deprivation taken seriously.
Touch therapy. Non-sexual. No performance.
You haven’t been held in months, and you don’t know how to ask for it.
For the person in a relationship where touch has become rare. For the executive who works eighty-hour weeks and comes home to an empty flat. For anyone whose body has become just a vehicle to get through the day.
Bondage. Spooning. Sensory play. Swaddling. Stillness. Whatever helps you soften.
Because of the nature of this offering, Something Slower is incall only.
Read more about Something Slower.
This time is yours
I love when you tell me what you want. Specific lingerie colours. Heels, boots, or barefoot. The energy you’re craving: soft or firm, playful or intense. Become someone (or something) else, or being ourselves. Scenarios you’ve been imagining. Things you’re curious about but haven’t tried. Try not to shy away from me. The more you tell me, the better I can prepare. Give me ample notice, and I’ll carve our time around what makes your heart race. Let’s co-create something neither of us will forget.
What I cannot accommodate
I don’t do anything that feels degrading, unsafe, or joyless. No extreme pain, blood, or anything illegal.
No last-minute requests that require me to scramble.
I don’t negotiate my boundaries or limits, and neither should you. They’re there for a reason – safety. If you’re unsure whether something’s on the table, please ask me directly. I also urge you to be honest about your boundaries and limitations. I’d rather we discuss it openly, than be left embarrassed or upset.