A few of my favourite things? 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 extended afternoon together with a lovely gift – my favourite chocolates, and a beautiful postcard featuring one of my favourite authors, Virginia Woolf. These touches settled us into a warm, indulgent atmosphere.

One of the reasons my date wanted to meet me as because of my curves. Well, as we reclined on the sofa, I made sure these were in full view. I was wearing a transparent black robe, which shows off my voluptuous, hourglass frame just enough in the light. Seeing as I’d coupled that with some of my favourite black heels, he simply coudn’t stop gazing at me.

With a warm smile, nurturing aura, and soft strokes along his leg, I told him to tell me about himself. We spoke about our favourite books, travel experiences, and so much more. Cradled in our attentive, authentic space, we were able to delve deeper into our secret desires, too. His? To be spanked. Mine? To administer loving punishment. As Woolf writes, there really is no denying the wild horse in us.

So, I instructed him to kneel at my feet. I started to caress and kiss him. My robe and F cups rubbed against him while he began to moan in fervor. Tenderly stroking 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. After all, what’s better than release?

If you’re after more details – well, that’s a precious memory. But with this curvy mistress in London, we can always make our own. You know where to contact me …

Cleo x