Hazel

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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:


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