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

A date recently got in touch, interested in spending a week away at a countryside bolthole, just outside of London. (It’s well known to a few – perhaps you can figure it out?) Of course, I said yes.

The beautiful architecture, quiet rural air, and starry skies gave us so much time and space to fully immerse ourselves in our flirtation. As we walked around the grounds, I fluttered my soft hands over his, listening as he talked about himself. As we swapped hiking stories over dinner, I caressed his foot with mine, under the table. This was the authentic, intimate space we both craved.

Where our intimacy turned to scorching heat? That was at our private spa, of course. In the quiet ambiance of our underground hammam, we had a whole world to ourselves, to explore what we truly desired. And sometimes, real pleasures are simple. To touch, and be touched. To enjoy. To feel good. To feel really good.

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.

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 BBW escort in London? You know where to contact me …

Cleo x