MlleVennes

A few of my favorite pictures from when I started out.

Our meetings in coffee shops lead to getting to know each other, which lead to meetings in a more discrete setting.  Once again, I remember being very nervous, and taking several precautions to ensure my safety. I remember almost getting sick to my stomach with nerves. Always a bit awkward, and this seemed like a big step. At least that was what I had heard. I grew up with an taste for adventure and had seen from early on the beauty that is present when the words drift away mid-sentence and clothes are fall to the ground, one by one like autumn leaves. My heart has always yearned for the strong shiver of shared passion.  The story went that in some quasi-magical way, I was about to step into another world. Accepting financial compensation for my time, my physical presence was one thing, but that day, I knew I would want more. I was ready to pass that threshold.  I did. What happened, of course, belongs to private memories only. Returning home, I actua...

Always curious and thankful for it - part 1 My first contact with paid companionship was in a short story named "Lili ou les thes dansants" by author Regines Desforges. I was in my teens and the tale of strangers giving into their instincts made me blush. The concept of paid companionship always did stir something up for me - maybe a certain sense of adventure. I was drawn to discovering others and making them more familiar to me. I'm a fundamentally shy person - but more than that I was curious. I waiting until I turned of age before stepping into this world. It always attracted me to see what was on the other side of this shimmering curtain, but I also had heard a fair share of warnings. At first, I lurked on different forums and classified ad sites. The world that opened itself up to me didn't swallow me whole as I was told it would. I dipped my toe in the water slowly, so to speak. My first in person meeting where I was paid for my time happened in a coffee...

In the great scheme of things, I can only thank curiosity. The guiding light that has at times been a roaring fire under my ass drove me to live more than is reasonable. I wouldn't want it any other way. A few weeks back, curiosity nibbled my ears and urged me to turn to my old faithful comfort - review boards. They're to me like a retro blinking neon light by the side of a desert highway. You're not alone. Other people crave ethical companionship and no strings attached passion. Some of them are really freaking hot - down to your particular favorite flavor of tantalizing. Yes, even you umami-loving sapiosexual. The review boards nowadays are full of people that all strive to provide their best and suggest that for a little bit of this they'll share a lot of that. So I had to dirty talk into the void - which for me was writing a really cutesy question about people's first times. I love learning what's on the other side of our discovery of intimacy. Wha...

“The deepest secret is that life is not a process of discovery, but a process of creation. You are not discovering yourself, but creating yourself anew. Seek therefore, not to find out Who You Are, but seek to determine Who You Want to Be.” { Neale Donald Walsch }

“De toutes les passions, la seule vraiment respectable me paraît être la gourmandise.”  ―  Guy de Maupassant When I was last in Montreal, I heard a story that I wouldn't have believed had it not come directly from the luscious lips of Miss Laliberté herself - erotic chef extraordinaire and remarkable courtesan. (https://www.chezlaliberte.com/) As we sat in a sun filled living room over at Amelie's, everyone complimented the homemade apple compote that Gabrielle brought. Always a chef hungry for discovery, she told us she ventured over to the orchard herself in order to pick the apples.  "I couldn't resist making a few jokes about temptation with the clergy men there" she chuckled softly. "Wait, you went apple picking in an abbey?!" "Well, yes, and it turned out to be really well run too! A charming place, truly. Funny thing is, apparently this was the last of those apples - turns out the orchard burnt down shortly aft...