Hedonism at the spa is certainly one way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

A date recently got in touch, interested in spending some time at a luxury hotel on the outskirts of the city. The still countryside, clear skies, and beautiful traditional architecture certainly made our stay memorable. But the one thing that made our visit unforgettable? Our private spa.

There aren’t many words I can use to describe the impeccable experience, so let me just leave you with a few: champagne service featuring one of my favourites, Veuve Cliquot. Private hammam, steam room, sauna, and jacuzzi. Warm air, warm water, and warmer bodies.

And of course, the words that can only spring forth from such an experience: Bubbles – washing over us. Massages – gliding, exploring, going deeper. Hands – slipping over bodies. Lips – brushing, then yearning for each other. Skin – sliding under water. Curves – fitting together. Coming – up for air. Rest. Repeat. Rest. Repeat.

Spa dates are my absolute favourite. Want to dive in with this independent Indian escort in London? You know where to contact me …

Tulsi x