Press for ecstasy. Those familiar with the glimmering lights and soft ambiance of Bob Bob Ricard Soho will recognise part of this phrase. However – pressing for champagne ? That’s delightful. Pressing all the right buttons for a night of ecstasy? That’s unforgettable.

My date and I met in the basement of Soho’s classic restaurant, the reflections from the wine glasses hanging at the bar creating the feeling of somewhat being under water. As we’d planned to meet quite a while in advance, I’d had ample time to prepare my favourite outfit – a simple, tightly fitting little black dress, with suede boots that caressed my calves.

My heels click-clacked over to our table, and from the minute we made eye contact, we had the warmest and most wonderful connection. The care my date had taken in contacting me, and arranging a date from my bucket list in advance, paid dividends. We had the whole evening to relax in each other’s company, and talk about everything from books (turns out, we’re both Poirot fiends!) to history podcasts, and walks around London.

Over delectable French and British cuisine, we grew increasingly comfortable in each other’s company. Something we both discussed was being a little introverted. Well, as most people know, once introverts start to unpeel their layers, there’s a whole world of inner richness to explore. I started to feel my pre-date excitement transform into something molten and warm inside me – desire. I wanted to share myself physically just as much as I had mentally, with this thoughtful, handsome gentleman.

We took a short walk back to the beautiful hotel my date had booked for us. Relaxing further with a drink back in our room, my date suprised me with a lovely gift – Jo Malone giftcard from my wishlist. It was such a sweet gesture that I was completely swept away. I felt utterly happy to be in my date’s company, full of yearning to take things further. And reader, that’s where we went …

… “Close your eyes”. My dress coming off; my black, lacy Agent Provocateur going on . Climbing over him. Brushing my F cup breasts over his lips. Letting out a sigh of pleasure upon feeling his tongue suck – just at the right spot. Looking down to see his smiling face. Laughing while failing to rip off his trousers. Consumed with desire to put my lips between his legs. Desperate to feel him, and to have him feel all of me …

After, I took a little time to get dressed. Well, I took quite a lot of time to get dressed, because tight dresses don’t go on as easily as they come off. Imagine my delight when I noticed that there was new envelope hiding in my Jo Malone gift bag. Upon returning home, I found inside a tip, and a note I’ll cherish for a long time.

My date truly did press all the right buttons for ecstasy. Its not always that I feel so myself in someone’s company. For our date which led to a night of mental and physical pleasure, this curvy escort in London will always be happy.

Until next time ,

Tulsi x