THE SYBARITE
I became Hazel - an independent luxury escort - to satiate my lust for a life of opulence and unbridled, well, lust. Trading in a life of manuscripts and those quintessentially British water-cooler catch-ups, the stories I edit now are for myself and my date only - with not a single filing cabinet in sight. No, these stories are set in the opulent, orange-hued tables of London’s restaurants, or behind the closed doors of a UK-based boudoir. I’m partial to a dungeon too. Let’s stray from the mythos.
Life isn’t supposed to be monotonous. Succumbing to our desires occasionally creates a deep well of piquant memories to draw on - for when the carriage becomes a pumpkin once more.
Kind of like your morning newspaper, but far more tantalising:
what others have said:
Though slightly overcome by Hazel’s beauty (ahem, those eyes) her grace and kindness soon helped me gain composure. Steer clear if you want just a notch on a bedpost. Prepare to meet blissfully as equals. Even the din of a central London thoroughfare could not eclipse a heart racing tryst. Perfection.
I have met Hazel several times over the last 2 years, by herself, in threesomes and also a very memorable foursome.
Hazel is an incredibly sensual woman who makes you feel incredibly at ease, as well as having a beautiful way of encouraging you to explore all the kinks you have wanted to explore as well as finding many more!
Hazel is... everything. From the moment we connected she radiated intelligence, but with genuine depth and warmth. And then we met. Those green eyes, and more... so much more, utterly intoxicating.
I can’t speak highly enough of Hazel. She is strikingly pretty, articulate and good natured.
Seemingly demure on the exterior, she has a latent dominant streak and sense of mischief.
Where do I start? The most beautiful, sensual, witty, confident woman I could wish to meet...a regular for sure.