A planned return to touch

It is the mornings that I can most easily recollect the touch of my suitors, their fingertips tracing the nape of my neck, my lips, the shape of my breast and the curve of my bottom. As I lay in bed, I can remember their tongue tasting me as if it was a present moment and not a full 11 weeks of deprivation.

11 weeks without the touch of a lover is 11 weeks too long. And when I pull myself out of my erotic slumber, I resolve that when we can touch again, we will make up for that loss in the most glorious of ways. Decadence, delight and with a dedication to experiencing the best pleasure we can a-new.

From now, I am phasing in bookings again slowly. My innermost circle have had first priority to dates, and now I am taking new bookings with appropriate spacing between. View this as us tentatively dipping our toe into an undiscovered body of water, to check whether it isn’t too cold. And I’ll ease myself into that water to ensure that we all remain as safe as possible while still enjoying each other.

As the restaurants and bars start to reopen (hopefully!) in the coming month or so, it would be a relief to get back to the luxury of having beautiful food and wine brought to us while we can soak up each other’s company and decompress after a tumultuous few months.

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