Delectable nights with an Indian Mistress in London. That’s what a lover and I recently indulged in. And its what I simply can’t stop fantasising about, again, and again …

To meet my date, I dressed up in my favourite autumn outfit – my Massimo Dutti wool dress, and knee high suede boots. I’ve always loved the slip of thigh that peeps out in this look, and tonight was no exception.

I adored how simply and freely conversation flowed between us. With my favourite jazz playing in the background, we talked softly into the night.

Naturally, the topic of our deeper desires came up. My date mentioned that he wanted to meet me partly because he loved reading my blogs. When I asked him to tell me more, he explained that my writing on client – companion relationships made him think of time with an escort a little differently.

I’m aware that some people believe that investing in erotic experiences makes them “less real”. As my client and I discussed, in actuality the demi-monde opens up a space for two people to be authentic about what we really want. Two people, in a room, with nothing but the intention to connect, and explore our mutual fantasies.

On that note, my date also commented that while I write about domination on my blogs, I don’t seem like a dominant. I laughed and agreed. On the streets, I’m softly spoken, and gentle. So it makes complete sense to me that in the sheets, I crave the “opposite”: a kinky, darker side of me, that loves to take charge of men, for my erotic pleasure …

Well, it turns out that’s what we both wanted.

I instructed my date to lie face down, naked, while I undressed into my favourite sheer robe, and Agent Provocateur set. I simply love the way the black lace highlights my caramel skin, and the shape holds my F-cup bust. After teasing him with a little wait, I strutted out.

I slowly, teasingly, climbed between his legs, while he lay buried into his pillow. I could feel my lingerie trace against my skin, while I teased my fingers over his, ever so lightly. I turned these rubs into kisses – all the way along his neck, down his spine, just to the top of his waistband. I turned those kisses into bites on his ear …

… and then, I turned those bites into instructions: “Turn around. Worship me. Say thank you when I spank you.”

Do you want to know my date’s rewards for following these instructions? Well, that’s a secret between us. But if you want to get your own reward, you know where to contact this Asian domme in the UK …

Tulsi x