I recently indulged in a few of my favourite luxuries – Rococo truffles, and a little spanking. It began with an absolute gentleman getting in touch, expressing his desire to explore submission with me. He so thoughtfully introduced himself on our indoor date with a lovely gift – my favourite chocolates, and a beautiful postcard featuring one of my favourite authors, Virginia Woolf. This touch of seduction kindled my already present desire into a roaring fire …
We both agreed that true pleasure can’t be rushed, and so we spent an afternoon getting to know each other. We spoke about our favourite books, travel experience, and so much more. Of course, I couldn’t resist mixing in some kinky flirting and teasing.
Our delicate dance turned our conversation even more stimulating. Cradled in our unrushed space, we delved even deeper into our secret desires, our hidden vices. It was so exciting to share them so freely, knowing they were about to come true. As Woolf writes, there really is no denying the wild horse in us.
I insttructed him to kneel at my feet, and then slipped into something that would match the mood. That’s my sheer black robe, which hugs every inch of my exotic curves, and lets just a little peek through its soft transparency. I matched these with my favourite heels, a pair of black suede LK Bennetts.
I could tell he was simply desperate to drink me in, all the way from my toes to my goddess curves, to my large, dark eyes with their long lashes, wickedly smiling at him. But as his mistress, I instructed him to look at my feet, and my feet only.
Then, so in touch with my feminine sensuality, I started to caress and kiss him. My robe and breasts rubbed against him while he started to moan in fervor. Tickling my hands all over his body, I whispered in his ear, “bend over” …
A wicked afternoon full of spankings ensued. And reader, I didn’t just use my hands. Let’s just say my heels came in handy in more ways than one.
If you’re after more details – well, that’s a precious memory. But with this kinky curvy mistress in London, we can always make our own. You know where to contact me …
Tulsi x
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