Your Welsh Courtesan

In many ways I am a proudly traditional girl. Hailing from the beautiful Welsh countryside, my childhood was full of the trappings of a sleepy provincial life; think gorgeous green landscapes, running along country lanes and frolicking in fields. As I grew older, however, I began to realise that there was something missing from the peaceful serenity of the countryside. There was something in me that yearned for more, some inexplicable need to seek out a lifestyle of clandestine adventures, to seek out people who wanted the same.

I am often asked by my clients, “Why did you decide to become an Escort?” This answer is complicated, and includes a lifetime of dancing to my own rhythm, chasing thrills and making memories when the rest of the world is asleep. But I do have very fond memories of reading the Belle De Jour books when I was a teenager. I would devour them insatiably from under my bed covers, unless my parents caught me reading them; their pages were dog-eared and worn with my feverish fascination of this strange but alluring world. It was then that the dream of becoming a courtesan began to take shape, and I have pursued the heady thrill of unbridled sensuality ever since.

It has been a gift to know that I am different. Along my journey of discovering the joys of an uninhibited sexuality, I’ve developed some rather illicit inclinations. Being an independent escort allows me to explore these less-than-traditional tastes, and to indulge in the erotic with like- minded individuals. It’s a breath of fresh air from the dull, normal world many of us live in. The chance to take control of my sexuality; the exhilaration of dates with respectful gents who have given me some of the best memories of my life; threesomes and moresomes with beautiful women? How could I say no!

Few things delight me more than bringing a whispered fantasy to life. I love flirty glances over drinks and dinner, the teasing touches, the darkening of a lover’s eyes as I stir their passions and invite them to release their true selves. I love slowly exploring each other, little by little.

Hosting incalls in the cosmopolitan city of Cardiff is such a joy for me. It is a thrill to be able to carve out a space of sensual intimacy for you and I, amongst the background hum of city life, where we can try out new cuisines together, and find the secret haunts of the city for a nightcap before we retire to the boudoir. But don’t get me wrong, the Welsh countryside has much to offer. Who doesn’t love stumbling upon a quaint timber-framed pub after a long country walk, sat drinking a glass of red by an open fire, cheeks rosy from the country air? Who doesn’t love a clear night sky, stargazing in wonder? I know you’ve heard of the English rose, but I wonder – isn’t it time you experienced true Welsh hospitality?