The subtle art of falling in lust.
The year is winding down, coldness is seeping into all it’s cracks and crevices and we are all starting to think about what plans we should make for festive season ahead. Will the fire crackle and crisp as a wonderful soundtrack to warming days and nights spent inside escaping the frost or will you be outside hunting for snow capped peaks and mugs steaming with a spiced and spiked winter warmer…
It will not surprise you to learn that it is coming into my favourite time of the year. If the name wasn’t a give awat my varied and relentless complaining during the summer months would have clued you in. And with the seasons change into the darker, quieter and ‘let me get out my monstrous collection of jumpers that have been begrudingly locked away for months’ time, I can’t help but linger on thoughts of some of my favourite kind of dates.
Recently, I met someone who opened my mind sexually to an experience I don’t think I can describe in words. So profoundly altering, yet the execution of it seems almost untangible to my mind when I try and decipher it. This could also be down to the fact that I tend to loose myself in every sexual encounter. My mind wanders to the pleasurable place and stays there throughout. You won’t find me compiling grocery lists and chore tasks when i’m dancing with a lover. Far from it, I am not thinking at all- I just am, enjoying, basking, soaking up the feeling and letting it set my soul on fire. But, as much as the sex was other-wordly… It was the time afterwards that I wish to talk about.
You see, there is a lot to be said about intimacy. It comes in many forms, most would jump to of course the shagging, kissing, touching etc.. It is what I pride myself most for and have it as a priority for my work that there is always intimacy when I meet someone for a date. But it can come in many forms and this time of year brings to the fore one of my favourite kinds, to which I indulged post orgasms with the lover I’ve mentioned. There is magic in just being close to another human, being in their prescense, letting both your energies settle around one another and doing what you may consider rather mundane things- especially for an escort. Yet it is in those moments that the subtle art of falling in lust thrives. And it is this that I crave with every client.
Sex is a wonderful thing, it’s passion and play in its most primal of forms. A natural beast that devours every one of us with it’s blissful conclusion and those lovely endorphins that flood the mind afterwords. But then there is the social aspect, that is where you can take a date from a fling to a meaningful moment between too lust filled lunatics. Being together, perhaps it’s a cuddle on a sofa beneath a blanket or even a movie watched with snacks. The social time that you weave together is where the connection between two, perhaps strangers - can form the thing that we as humans naturally crave more than sex, more than fun, more so than getting off and the thrill of a clandestine date… What human’s need, what makes us feel whole and feeds our souls in a way that nothing else can - Is human connection. It’s being seen, heard and valued. It’s spending time with another person and just existing. It doesn’t have to be exciting, it doesn’t need to be expensive. All of that is window dressing, when at the core of it the simple truth is as people, we need to be around and close to other people.
It’s something I think about a lot, especially in this line of work. As the nature of it, I spend an awful lot of time by myself. Of course i’d be a liar if I said I didn’t get lonely, that perhaps at times the nature of my work has this glaring downside to it that it is so singular that i’m deprived myself of the one thing that humans need to be at peace and be happy. But then like the date I’ve recalled in this blog, I do get to nurture that need on occasion. And it’s those dates that he me completely in lust. With heart eyes and wet knickers, it’s those dates I crave and think about when i’m lay in bed alone at night. It’s the dates that come with the side order of sweetness, with laughter or silence, with activities or just holding one another close. Those are the dates i’m mad for in a way that is entirely human yet still completely naughty as they happen in the dark, in the shadows of the world where people don’t like to look lest they have their foregone conclusions be proven completely false.
I’ve also had the pleasure lately of a handful of social dates with a lover i’ve come to care for in the way we all care for those we meet with more than once. I’d be a heartless bore if I didn’t admit that there is a beautiful sort of friendship that you can build with lovers over time, of course the boundaries are there all the same but to deny that you do care about a client you’ve known intimately over time would be ridiculous. There are a few of you, likely reading this who know that I care for you in that unique way that we do. It’s a genuine friendship born from something you can’t tell your friends and family about. Which to me only thrills me that little bit more, how fun is that to have a friend that you have a secret with that’s yours and yours alone. That friendship that you have will always be special and perhaps that it has a shelf life, that you both may one day never speak again and you both know this… Maybe that’s why I cherish them so much. As they say in life that you don’t know what is around the corner. You could be walking the street and all it takes is an accident and then that’s it, gone, ended and so very fast. Then maybe knowing that the special friendship you share with a lover is much like life, it could be over just as quickly and with the same finality; then it’s to be cherished as you would a life in any form.
Social dates aren’t spoken about in the same revered level that a kink filled extravaganza with props and a storyline are. Because they aren’t quite as titillating, they don’t sell a fantasy or a means of escape. They are the truth of being human and often overlooked as the gift they truly are.
There is no better time of year than winter time to indulge in what I have spoken about. And there is no better time to acquire than Winter’s time to fulfil it. So there is my pitch! Have I sold it to you? Will you be composing an invitation that shall soon land in my inbox? I do hope so.
And finally in a little off-piste update…
My halloween date raffle has been extended. It is now the ‘Autumn Date Raffle’ - the details have been updated on the website page with the new draw date of November 30th to give you more time to make sure you are in the draw. As you must know by now the whole point was to raise the funds needed to take some delicious and professional photographs after a two year hiatus and many life and looks changes. However we have not quite reached the goal yet so if you can please do take a look at it and consider it not only your good dead for the year but you are also guaranteed to meet me regardless of victory in the prize draw.
This is your Winter time gal signing off for now. I’m sure i’ll be back again soon with another long winded essay on whatever has piqued my interest in the coming months. For now i’ll be dreaming of a diary filled with play dates a plenty and all the cuddling under the covers a woman can wish for.
I do hope this later end of the year is treating you well.
All my love
Winter Woods x
