We haven’t met yet, but you’ve been thinking about me; dreaming of an experience you haven’t yet found.
That woman who stands over you in your fantasies: is she a femme fatale, gazing at you from behind a sweep of Veronica Lake waves? Is she an arch disciplinarian, meting out punishments with Dietrich-like elegance? Perhaps she’s a nurturing figure, correcting you gently with a healing touch, or a coquettish switch in couture leather cuffs? Whichever form she assumes, she’s intoxicating – and using you for her own pleasure.
You don’t want to play it safe with the girl next door - you’re hung up on a certain type of woman; fierce grace in the streets and seduction in the shadows. Your drive towards erotic intoxication has led you to this place; you want high octane thrills and deep sensuality.
I’m Valerie: a voracious 27-year-old living in the heart of London. I combine the intimacy of GFE dates with the skills of a BDSM professional. I’m a switch – which quite simply means that I could be the dominant seductress or the submissive slut of your dreams, and anything in between. I’m also a sensual sadist, a playful tease, a strict bitch, the devil in disguise. Control is my forte. I relish sexually charged encounters that involve correcting you, directing you and overcoming you. My BDSM style is flawless – both intuitive and technical. I’m the real deal.
A fusion of British wit and continental flirtation, I’m the girl you were most certainly warned about; a copper-brunette bombshell in a tight red dress and a hypnotic smile; the wayward love child of Jean Shrimpton and David Bailey. A whip-smart Killer Queen, with poised confidence, wicked laugh and a fondness for boys eating from the palm of my hand. Intense and uninhibited, I dance to the beat of my own drum, driven by lust, wanderlust and a pinch of rebellion. I’m hungry for it all: slow dancing and drop-top speed; romance and perversion; pillow talk and walks on the wild side. While enamoured with city life, I’m equally likely to be poolside somewhere secluded: bikini ready with a Pentax in one hand and a chilled flute of something vintage in the other. Life has little in the way of maps, so I let my desires lead the way...why don't you come with me?
