Connection, sensuality and control … These three words sum up a steamy date I simply can’t stop thinking about.

A complete gentleman got in touch weeks in advance of us meeting, requesting a little sensual domination. As a kinky Indian mistress in London, there’s nothing I love more than using my sweet smile, voluptuous hourglass curves, and wicked experience in the world of BDSM to make a man moan for mercy. So of course, I said yes.

The cherry on top? My date generously sent me an Agent Provocateur lingerie giftcard two weeks in advance of us meeting. It was the perfect way to keep him at the forefront of my mind; to ensure I was so excited to meet him, constantly thinking of naughty ways we’d be exploring kinky ecstasy.

When it was finally time for us to play, I took such great pleasure in lacing up my black Louboutins, my sheer nylon stockings, and my new lingerie set. Agent Provocateur is an undeniably quality brand – the garter cupped my waist just right, while the brassiere made my F cups even higher, firmer, and bouncier than usual. Last came my sheer black robe – which regular readers of my blog may recognise …

I opened the door to him, and the frission was instant. My date’s gift had already created such a special connection between us before we’d even met. Although we’d been hundreds of miles apart before meeting, he adorned me, and I dressed up to make our fantasies come true. So now, we were in the same room – and there was no ice to break.

There were only my large dark eyes, framed with long lashes, fluttering at him. My plump red lips, smiling at him. My warm, tanned hand taking his, leading him to sit down with me. My delectable smell wafting over him while I traced up and down his leg.

My strong arms gently pushing him back on the bed, pinning his wrists down. My electric kisses down his neck until he moaned. My fluttering traces down his chest, toying with his waistband, denying him what he most wanted. My pert, curvy body leaning over him, rubbing against him while he writhed. My breasts falling into his mouth, smothering him, making him submit to a goddess.

My soft voice, whispering in his ear, “give in” …

What I did next, is a secret for my date and me. Want to make your own? You know where to contact me …

Tulsi x