A recent incredible indulgent overnight led me to some escort reflections. A special someone and I explored London’s culture – and later, our bodies – on an unhurried night of good company and great pleasure. Every moment was perfect. Unexpectedly, these moments gave me a little space to think about my career as a companion, too …

When we first met at The Seed Library, we’d already discussed our shared interests a little – books and films. So it was easy to get to know each other in that regard. I received some great film recommendations, and I gave some sci-fi suggestions!

But my favourite way of enjoying time together was when our excited conversation would lapse into soft silence. Perhaps that sounds unusual to hear from an escort – sometimes, people assume we must be “on” non-stop. As I’ve written before, this is real life, not a movie. In our moments of silcnce, I felt comfort wash over us, pulling us deeper into a state of familiarity and relaxation. This is the greatest value of overnights – there is no rush. There’s only two people being themselves, and luxuriating in the easy connection that naturally springs forth, without an impending deadline.

This connection enveloped us, setting us up for a lovely evening at The Clove Club. The Clove Club does live up to both its Michelin stars; each set of flavours played so delicately and memorably with each other, in ways I haven’t experienced with other tasting menus. We opted for the non-alcoholic tea pairing option, and I’m so pleased we did, as it added a wholly new, experimental dimension to the palate.

We took an Uber back to The Ned. We were in a little bit of traffic, and the lights of the cars were refracting all around us. It was dark and quiet in the backseat. I felt utterly at peace. My date had so thoughtfully curated this night according to my interests on my website, and had completely spoiled me as a result. It was a night of incredible cultural experiences, designed to make us have fun, and bring us closer together.

So when I saw my date’s hand open up next to me, I felt so deeply good when I took it. I often write about desire on my blog as an urgent, electric frission. But an underrated aspect of desire is electricity’s quieter cousin – it’s knowing. Confidently, deeply knowing that you want to take that hand. That you want to undress each other later on. That you want to take the whole night to do so; that in fact, you have more than the whole night to do just that.

Here are a few flashes, from our dimly lit suite. Long kisses on the sofa. Soft hands intertwining. Buttons popping, and spending far too long on said sofa, losing ourselves in our explorations. Soft whimpers as I bit and licked ears; laughter as I teased over, and then under, clothes.

On to the bed. Deeper kisses. Tongue. Mouths. All our clothes off, now. Bites. My hands, caressing, exploring and rubbing further and further. Feeling that familiar glimmer of pleasure when I see someone’s nerves melt away into erotic desire. Electricity, pouring in now. And me, leaning back, staring up at the ceiling of our four poster bed while coming to ecstasy. Reflecting that I’ve built a career for myself out of giving and receiving real, authentic pleasure. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The next morning was spent with breakfast in bed, more kinky exploration, and a beautiful couples’ massage. I left with a deep kiss, and a spring in my step, heading towards Daunt Books. As not only had my date completely taken care of me on our overnight, I also had a book voucher and Rococo truffles from my gifts page to enjoy!

I’ll remember this indulgence for a long time. And if you want to create your own? Well, you know where to contact this Indian escort in London …

Tulsi x