There’s something intoxicating about being with someone who brings out your absolute best—a blend of electricity, connection, and untamed joy. That’s exactly how our 48 hours together played out: unforgettable and utterly delicious.
We kicked things off with a celebratory dinner to welcome him to London. Milo’s, my favorite Greek gem, set the perfect stage for our 007 mission. With wine expertly paired to match the vibrant energy between us, I slipped seamlessly into my role as his Bond girl. The food? Divine. The company? Even better.
After dinner, dessert was served back at the hotel, and let’s just say it was the kind of indulgence that keeps your pulse racing. Bella made her grand entrance in provocative lingerie that matched mine perfectly—a vision of passion and allure. Here’s the thing: few pleasures rival the thrill of spending the night with me and Bella. As bottles emptied, the night deepened, and together we explored desires that linger long after dawn.
For me, the greatest reward of my work isn’t the luxury or the adventure—it’s the moments of raw, unfiltered connection. That electric charge in the air, the way two energies merge into one euphoric current—it’s the ultimate high.
The next morning, while he attended business meetings, I faced the oh-so-tough task of hitting the hotel gym and sauna. It’s amazing how a little solo time to disconnect can make me feel utterly refreshed. He was still basking in the glow of the night before, and I, equally content, found my own rhythm.
Lunch reunited us, and the cherry on top? A sensual couple’s massage. There’s nothing quite like stolen glances and the lingering memories of the previous night dancing between you in public. It’s like speaking a secret language only the two of us understand—a game of tension and temptation that never gets old.
The evening brought us to an experience I’d been dreaming about for three years: Christmas at Kew Gardens. Oh, the magic of those lights! London does Christmas beautifully, but there’s something uniquely enchanting about Kew Gardens after dark. The illuminated trees, the dancing water show—it all brought back childhood memories of discovering a magical, hidden garden. Sharing that moment with someone special made it even more extraordinary.
To wrap up the night, we dined at Petersham Nurseries, a haven of seasonal flavors and rustic charm. No Michelin stars, no pretension—just honest, delicious food grown right there. Their plates are a symphony of taste, and the kindness of the staff elevates the experience into something truly memorable. Paired with his company, it was perfection.
Back at the hotel, I had one last surprise up my sleeve—a bit of lace, a few toys, and a celebration of life and love to mark our final night together. The art of surprise and the tease of anticipation are pleasures I’ll never tire of. We went to bed wrapped in happiness, accomplishment, and the kind of memories that linger long after the moment has passed.
Ella 💋