Flames flicker, drapes stir, with a gentle breeze filtering through the old Victorian sash windows. A clap of thunder reverberates, a humid night begging for a hint of fresh air. Yet not a whisper or stroke to cool ones glistening body, dispersing those sweat beads tingling between ones thighs. A Manor with character, age and charm. Creaking oak floors, thick carpets, polished wood. High ceilings with grand fixtures and fittings, impressive fire places, and . . . . . my hidden private room set below, with scarlet ribbon brick walls, candelabras, and subdued lighting. A most atmospheric ambiance for my gentleman to immerse his body and soul into the delights of my eroticism. Capitivating all his senses, while taking him on a decadent journey of intense sensual, stimulation. My quintessential English voice, provides a most haunting hypnosis!
