Rosela - Escort

About Rosela escort

I might look like your gal next door but inside exists a 1/3 cerebral butterfly, 2/3 nymphette with a pinch of sugar and a dash of spice.

I am the Ceylon Orange Pekoe to your black, the jelly on your peanut butter sandwich, the pink buttercream on your strawberry cupcake.

My three favourite things about myself are my intellect, my empathetic nature and if I'm honest, my derrière. My natural breasts are more than a handful and my nature is sometimes along those lines.

Bona fide, self possessed, cheeky yet calmer in nature my true calling is seeking connection.

I wonder if you are in search of the same?

Beholden and chained to a desk job, burnt out by the Social Work field, I found myself asking what am I doing this for? Where do I get my fulfilment? Suddenly a life of sublime travel, possibility of a more sumptuous life opened up to me when I gave into my cravings for the risqué.

After 6 years of singing my sensual song, (click clack of heels upon hotel floor) that necropolis seems long gone as I've allowed the thrill to take hold of me. A buoyancy now which I long to share with all across the globe's four corners.

Journeying fatigued businessmen yearning for the intimacy that can only come from caressing heavenly silken skin cut from porcelain.

Likeminded discreet introverts biding behind a bolted door with roses in hand, wondering what it feels like to run hands through a waterfall of cascading liquid ruby hair.

Endearing lovers who see a bewitching woman and feel intimidated. Who require a a serene confidante to illuminate the way with bright sapphire eyes offering compassion and empathy.

Breathlessly I await the chance but I'm just as congenial in the arms of more Dominant extroverted lovers.

As your petite, submissive, cherry red head I can guarantee we have more fun. Submissive by nature, many of your darker desires become mine. I crave the strength by your hand, the weight of boot upon my face, your collar encircling my swan neck. Be swept up into my ethos.

Your darker desires may have lead you down a red riding hood path. One where you wish for your own pet, slave, or wish to be called Daddy?

Power, control, ownership titillates you.

However in this day and age of fake porn you wish for the real deal. Where role play comes alive through ambience, setting and chemistry.

Look no further. You have found your damsel in distress, your leading lady that will take darker desires into reality.

Are you the daredevil couple looking for the tinder that sparks your erotic renaissance, preferably with an elfin, strawberry aphrodisiac?

My ideal match would be the fantasy curators, the type to linger over the finer details. Sure of oneself, yet privately so. A bibliophile perchance, or perhaps a lover of creating the perfect ambience, but definitely a planner.

They may not have won 20+ passport stamps, however they aspire to. They bring to the table an open mindedness and hold in high regard the culture and history our world has to offer — much like myself.

A cerebral butterfly, I will capture your intelligence and arouse your senses. Felicitously in my early 30s, I am well travelled, over-educated however keen to always keep learning and with that knowledge, old enough to honour my standards. Proficient in the corporate conference room and in any (bed) room for that matter, a lover of a a chat, particularly stimulating is any that can broaden my worldview.

Embracing, welcoming and inclusive I can be selective with who I choose to grace my presence with. Those that jump to the front of the line will be those who adore efficiency, matchless communication, organisation and a sense of humour.

Human beings chase a reprieve, a sense of belonging on occasion. My bower aims to create that safe haven for my visitors and destroy the aimless void.

You deserve to take that time for yourself.

I believe you are worthy of slowing down, losing yourself for a moment or two with that enigmatic cherry head sybarite you've been enamoured of from afar.

My songs of sensuality are waiting to be sung.

Yours to arouse,

Rosela