2022, a retrospective
As the curtain falls on ’22 I wanted to take a moment to look back, reflect and acknowledge the year that will shortly come to pass.
Chronologically seems to me to be the best way to approach this so if you don’t mind let’s start at the beginning. A look back at wondrous connections, moments of education, adaption and exploration and challenges suddenly faced. January 2022 was so full of hope and promise. Here was a year yearning to break free of previous confines and connect one and all together once again. My feeling as we entered this year was one of wild optimism and the idea that finally we would all be together again.
I only managed to fit a handful of dates in the month of January before I was whisked away on not one but two back to back fly me to you’s. The result of which was spending only one week in February home in the UK.. as fate would have it, it was also the week we had a mini hurricane. One could say my start to the year was quite literally, a whirlwind.
Moving into spring time and with it a rather unusual occurrence, a run of dates all with individuals with the same first name. It isn’t very often you get this rather peculiar of coincidences, however I found it rather amusing and relished with delight at my string of ‘Mr S’ dates last March. Sadly my luck then appeared to have run it’s course and finally after two years of being on the run.. Covid found me. I was felled by the plague on everyones lips in late March and into April. Meaning I was cut off from my lovers, constantly haunted by the thought of not living to seduce another day. Thankfully as you will realise I did not die and I am in fact alive and well and shagging my way around the world.
Once I had eradicated the invading virus from my body I was back in the arms of some rather lovely men I have had the pleasure of for many years now. Late spring to early summer was jam packed with old connections cultivated over years in this profession. Comforting and satisfying the ease back into dates again was perfect and only wet the appetite for what the summer would hold.
As some of you may already know but I am a summer babe. Born under the moon light of a balmy July evening my cancerean nature loves to be showered with gifts and adoration. Which is exactly what someone very dear to me did. No stops where left un pulled! My bucket list was ticked off with such velocity I could barely catch my breath. Ironic then that at the end of a week long celebration full of chauffeurs, car races, five star dinners, the epitome of luxurious hotels and all the champagne we could get our hands on… I was brought down by covid for a second time. Returning from my the most EPIC of birthdays all thanks to a wondrous human with such generosity and thoughtfulness unable to fully appreciate what had just happened. Spending most of the remainder of July down with covid seemed almost fitting after being gifted the best birthday I’ve ever had. There is always balance. Here was my balance to the excess of celebrations, recovery.
Summer soon began to boil. The temperature raised to unbelievable heights leaving us all a bit unpleasantly sticky. However I did manage to find time to meet some amazing new connections. Gentlemen from various far flung locations all welcoming me into their worlds for a brief moment where we indulged in one another, ravenously. I learnt so much in a short time from these moments. Be it being taught another language during ‘pillow talk’ or hilariously laughing as we both tried manically to cool the room down. From kinky steps into squishing and weight play to the more passionate and delicate coming together of two people so bloody hot for each other its electric. August was filled to the brim with heat in every way.
Stepping into September and finally the sun relinquished whatever plan it had to torture us all for decades of bad choices. Maybe it was this torture which had sparked ideas in some enquiring minds as I found myself busier than ever with kink dates. One curious little deviant in particular requested an intensive three day role play where torture, punishment and denial where the predilections of choice. Furthering my work as a Domme was a delight for me during the waning autumn months. This theme would carry through to more new connections in October where my repertoire was constantly expanded and evolving.
For me there is no better month than the hallowed nights October has to offer. I always find my dairy fills up fast and the sex spectacular. Not only is October one of the friskiest months it is also one of the filthiest. Kiss everyone, spare no one. That’s my Moto in life and the tenth month of our ’22 calendar had nothing but deep passionate snogging and endless frivolity. My first ever feeder dinner date where I was given free reign over the menu options. Introducing naughty little men to my strap on so often the said strap on never left my outcall bag. But It wasn’t just a month of giving… oh no. My costume of choice this year on my favourite day of any year was satan’s very naughty cheerleader. And what did satan’s very naughty cheerleader get upto on halloween I hear you ask. Let’s just say she received all that daddy had to give in the most naughty of places in a very hot role-play.
Entering my favourite time of year I always have a bit of a ‘winter’ in my step. My happy place is within the cooled down streets of an early sunset and long nights of clandestine plotting. As the leaves bronze and fall my libido only sky rockets. Within my excessively mad and busy November diary was a smorgasbord of dates. New faces and bodies, my mouth never stopped introducing itself both verbally and physically to new and exciting wonders. For a brief moment November felt like the old days. For those of you who have been around a while you will now that before the last few years of chaos our little world was beautiful madness. It was like the 80’s business boom on viagra. For a week or two I could barely log into my emails without suddenly finding myself nestled in the arms of a lover in a pretty outfit hiding something gloriously uncomfortable that would very shortly be hotel floor fodder. Special mention too for I finally got to meet some of the actual goddesses that inhabit KLE (Kinky London Escorts). Never has a bar seen such a collection of enigmatic and breathtakingly ethereal women. It was a real joy to meet them and to connect with my peers.
So there can be no surprise I not only walked into December but rather pranced daintily with a little jig in my step thinking ‘This can only carry on’. Sadly December will be a rather sour footnote in what has actually been a once in a lifetime year. I was taken down with the flu then had a rather unpleasant encounter which I’m still comprehending. Needless to say my approach to dates in the future has and will now be changing. I have decided here to announce I shall no longer be dipping my toe into being a professional submissive. My work moving forward will solely be firmly planted in curated intimate and saucy GFE dates and being a professional Domme providing domination to eager and willing submissive gentlemen. As I close the book on 2022 I am actually rather emotional. I’ve met some truly amazing people this year, peers and lovers. I found community and support like I’ve never had and I set boundaries which probably should have been set a little sooner. My dairy for 2023 already has a new connection in it which I’m very excited about and a return to my beloved Scotland for the first time in two years.
My hopes and dreams for next year are that we are all happy, healthy and prosperous. That we love one another, care for one another and importantly there be no shortage of orgasmic experiences. To those I love already, I adore you. To those on the 2023 horizon, my lips can not wait to taste you. My heart is always open much like my 2023 diary. So …. What adventure are we having?
Happy new year from me and here’s to all of us next year. Life is what you make it. Even when it’s bleakest there is always a light, you just need to find the on switch. My on switch has and will always be you. I will see you next year!
All my love,
Winter x
