Champagne at Midnight


Toronto had been bombarded by an ice storms, the chill still lingered in the December air. There is this magical electricity that ignites the air after Christmas. Adults really turned into children, floating in fond holiday memories of their youth.

One of my favorite playmates is Derek, “Great your still up” His text said seconds after I clicked the available now button on eros. “At the Four Seasons.  Is it too late to drink champagne? See you in 30 mins?” He followed. “Never too late for champagne” I texted back. I had on a sexy new pair of Christmas panties that demanded to be in the spotlight. I slipped into a pair of skinny jeans and quickly zipped them over my pink satin thong.

I arrived at the hotel, valet nowhere to be seen so I parked at the front for him. Talk about service, within seconds of reaching the front door I saw the cute uniformed guy pop up. He was cute, not a ten like Derek but certainly a solid 9. I breezed up the elevator in my long winter coat.

Rule number one for girls in my line of work, ensure you invest in a modest discreet long winter coat for moments such as this. Going past hotel staff, concierges, neighbors, etc. you look as boring and mundane as the next person, well maybe not quite. However, the fact that I have a risqué pink thong draping my derriere is my business alone and not that of the valet at this time of night. Discretion for clients, especially those in Derek’s profession, is key. His professional and personal life is paramount for him and I would never want to betray his hobby, even by a careless oversight.

I walked into the room just as the waiter was setting up the bottle of Dom on the coffee table. “Hello sweetheart” He said “What a long day it has been for you. Your Aunt Bessy has called three times.”  I quickly understood, he must have made up some excuse to the waiter for the late night order. You never know who is listening and may be a source for tomorrow’s tabloid.  “You know Aunt Bessy darling, that is very characteristic of her.” I replied.

The door had barely shut behind the waiter before Derek wrapped his arms around my hips and guided me to the bed kissing me passionately.  One hand expertly slipped off my jeans, the other reached for the bottle of bubbly. Not missing a beat he slowly poured the bottle onto my little pink panties, and slipped his head between my shaking thighs…

St. Nicholas


Once upon a time there was a very poor man who had three young girls. The man was so poor that he could not afford a dowry for his beautiful daughters. The year was 280 AD in Turkey, and if a woman had no dowry, despite beauty or brains, it was very difficult for her to procure a husband.  A generous monk by the name of St. Nicholas felt pity for the man and one night he decided to drop a bag of gold down his chimney. The bag dropped and fell into a stocking that had been hung by the chimney to dry. And so the legend of Santa Claus was ignited.

I often hear people say I love Christmas and wonder what that means? I can understand if you enjoy spending time with family and friends and you all sit around sipping eggnog and singing Christmas carols. But does anyone really do that anymore?  I have friends who have families and I can say that it is this time of year I see them the most stressed.

During a terrifying Canadian winter they brave the icy and dangerous road conditions to venture to the mall of all places. It would be quite humorous if the whole thing weren’t so devastatingly absurd.  They engage in a consumer battle among massive crowds to purchase scarves, bags and other meaningless items, the majority of which are manufactured in the third world, in an effort to communicate their affinity for the people in their lives.

Imagine if people just awoke one day and said to themselves, I don’t think I am going to participate in the absurd marketing plan that is Christmas.  Its not as if your loved ones would decide that you didn’t care about them anymore due to a lack of gifts under the tree. You would be free to buy things for your loved ones because you wanted to without the feeling that it is a must. Retail enterprises would continue to thrive because people are inherently good and want to do nice things for each other.

Just as in the story of the Turkish monk, if we let our hearts lead our actions in the spirit of generosity and goodness, it could be Christmas everyday and I’m certain peace on earth would not be far behind.





“Paris was a universe whole and entire unto herself, hollowed and fashioned by history; so she seemed in this age of Napoleon III with her towering buildings, her massive cathedrals, her grand boulevards and ancient winding medieval streets–as vast and indestructible as nature itself. All was embraced by her, by her volatile and enchanted populace thronging the galleries, the theaters, the cafes, giving birth over and over to genius and sanctity, philosophy and war, frivolity and the finest art; so it seemed that if all the world outside her were to sink into darkness, what was fine, what was beautiful, what was essential might there still come to its finest flower. Even the majestic trees that graced and sheltered her streets were attuned to her–and the waters of the Seine, contained and beautiful as they wound through her heart; so that the earth on that spot, so shaped by blood and consciousness, had ceased to be the earth and had become Paris.” 
― Anne Rice

Trying to decide if I am going to be a bad girl this Halloween?

If you would like me to wear a costume on our date please ask, I love to dress up

A True Connoisseur


Recently I had the pleasure of spending the most wonderful evening with a gentleman who can only be described as a connoisseur of women.

He messaged me about a week prior to his arrival to let me know he would be coming to Toronto. He advised he was fond of sexy stockings and delicate enticing lingerie, which I assured him is my speciality.  I arrived draped in lacy panties and a pair of do me heels and I can assure you the effort was not wasted.

He drank up every inch of me and immediately asked “Are you a model?” Every girl will admit to being asked this question and being flattered despite being in the clutches of some seedy night club.  However the way he asked was quite different from any disguised compliment I had received before. He studied my frame with a deep intensity much as a sculptor does his canvas.  I do some print modelling because I am too short for the fashion weeks of the world  but I was genuinely surprised by his inquiry as I have never advertised that fact.

As the evening progressed the true nature of his skills was unravelled. Among his many talents was the love of painting. He had found the paintbrush later in life but once he did there was no stopping him. One of the things he loved to paint was beautiful women. There is a certain confidence that lies within a woman who is accustomed to attention he explained, almost a shield she wraps herself in as she goes about her world. His passion is disarming that shield. And for that purpose he had ventured to Toronto to make his way through its most beautiful escorts, a truly exclusive list I am flattered to be a part of.

As I looked through his collection of work I could not help but think this may be his version of my blog. He was capturing the moments he did not want to forget. I am reminded of Picasso when he said “Painting is just another way of keeping a diary”


The Erotic Review


I have been asked from time to time if I have any reviews. In all honesty I really did not think I did. Today I learned I do! I really enjoy what I do and it is a pleasure (literally) to be able to meet wonderful people and be able to share intimate amazing moments.

Happy Reading.  Maybe grab a box of tissues and your favorite hand lotion


My Top 5

During my rooftop rendezvous with the ladies last night we started chatting about what makes a guy attractive. I’m sure many of you wished you could be a fly on the wall, so I was inspired to compile a list of things women notice first when they look at a man. Here is my personal top 5 to do list that will ensure that stunning brunette sitting across the bar gives you a second glance.

1) Your Smile
Why it matters: Why do you think it’s so nerve-wracking when contestants first get out of the limo on The Bachelor? And guys, don’t pretend you haven’t watched this addictive reality series at least once. It’s because they only get a few words and gestures to make a good first impression. A greeting is the first opportunity to present yourself the way you want to be seen. Nothing beats a warm inviting smile.
How to get it right: Be confident, but friendly. Don’t look past us, or up and down our frame before you reach our face. Of course, if you can barely make eye contact from nerves, that’s not very appealing either. Look us in the eye, smile warmly, and repeat our name (to help you remember it).

2) Your Hands
Why it matters: I know that “Moisturize” probably isn’t high on your list of daily “To Do’s.” But rough hands are not something we ladies want to put up with. No one wants to touch scaly skin. Even if you think moisturizing isn’t “manly,” it’s in your best interest to keep your skin smooth.
How to get it right: Keep a hand cream at your desk at work and use it when you’re brainstorming your fantasy football lineup or trying to decide what to eat for lunch.

3) Your Shoes
Why it matters: If eyes are the window to the soul, then shoes are the window to your style. Wear the wrong ones, and you’ll telegraph a less-than-ideal message. If they look flimsy, she’ll suspect you’re a cheapskate. If they’re ratty and worn-down, she’ll think you don’t care about your appearance.
How to get it right: Consider shoes an investment. Spend what you can on a few good pairs – dress shoes in both black and brown, and a loafer or driving moccasin for more casual outfits. And be sure your shoes are outfit-appropriate – that means no sneakers or sandals with a suit.

4) Your Watch
Why it matters: Women don’t expect every man to flex a Rolex, but we do expect you to wear a man’s – not a kid’s – watch. No Mickey Mouse faces. No calculator watches. And nothing made of rubber if you’re not running a marathon.
How to get it right: If it’s time to upgrade your wrist wear, do a reconnaissance mission at your local department store’s watch counter to see what strikes your fancy. You can’t go wrong with a metal bracelet with a dark face, or a simple-yet-classic leather band with white face. Nothing showy, but nothing that suggests you won it in a carnival game either.

5) Your Grammar
Why it matters: Even in the first exchange of “Hello’s” and “Hi my name is” pleasantries, ladies are making judgments. We notice if you’re using big words or not, if you say “umm,” call us “dude” or “babe,” and if your vocabulary is riddled with curses.
How to get it right: Read more books? We’re not asking for supercalifragilisticexpialidocious dropped into every sentence, but we want to feel confident that you can hold up your end of a conversation.

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