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“We could slow dance to rock music, kiss while we do it…”

🎶 Lana Del Rey – Freak 🎶

I miss New York already, and i’ve only been back in London for twenty four hours. I’m consoling myself with Lana, on repeat. There’s something so intoxicating about America through Lana’s eyes: the glamour and lust, the excess and melancholia. I love the ache in her songs, how breathless and generous and shameless she is in her Lolita desires: for hot times; older men; trashy kicks and obscene luxury.

Speaking of hot times….it was a pretty incredible week. I caught up with some of my favourite people. Margot and Aria, who decided it was time for me to play submissive, and co-topped me to perfection 💗 Paragon of beauty and class Jocelyn, who has a little black book of cool places she knows, and will show you how much she likes you by taking you there 💗 and Chef-domme extraordinaire Robin, who cooked me my only home-cooked meal of the whole trip 💗  I got undressed with a host of gorgeous new  friends including MandieBrooke NicholsLauren AveryEloise AdamsCharlotte FitzgeraldLeana Lane and Olive Oren, to name a few. (For Twitter followers, this may be old news, of course) There were even a few people I saw only with their clothes on (thanks for letting me crash your picnic, gals) but I will, of course, rectify that on my next trip.

Best of all, I got to spend some quality time with Louisa, the opportunities for which are few and far between these days when both of us are often travelling. We caught up for lost time, and then some. Michelin stars, fetish parties, shopping, live music, museums, photoshoots….anything feels possible in New York.One or two of the gentleman we met on this trip really made it special – you deserve an honourable mention, but of course a public blog isn’t the place. You’ll have to come to London to collect your rosettes… 🏵🏵🏵

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