escort diary® of Carmela Coultier: Indulged; properly
This was an evening designed for pleasure, not negotiation.
From the start, the tone was clear. Unhurried. Assured. The kind of encounter where both people know the value of what’s being shared and treat it accordingly. Conversation was smooth, polished, and just provocative enough to keep the air charged.
I took control of the pace. Not forcefully, but confidently. Letting anticipation do its work, drawing things out, enjoying the power of attention given slowly and deliberately. Luxury isn’t loud. It’s precise.
The atmosphere felt indulgent in the best sense. Warm light, calm energy, and that unmistakable feeling of being fully focused on. No distractions. No rush. Just presence, intention, and a shared understanding that this time was meant to be savoured.
What stood out most was the appreciation. For touch. For chemistry. For the experience itself. There’s something deeply satisfying about being desired with respect and certainty, rather than urgency.
When it came to an end, there was no awkwardness, no scramble back to reality. Just a lingering sense of satisfaction and ease. The kind that stays with you well after the door closes.
This is what premium indulgence looks like to me. Confident. Attentive. Unapologetically refined.
