Pen Pals, with a kinky twist
How one independent London escort turned her love of writing into a very heated passion…
By Letizia Miro
The COVID-19 pandemic spun my erotic world, in ways that I would never foresee. My lifestyle went from kinky sex parties, being lavished by my clients as an independent elite escort, jet setting across Europe – from Catalonia, across Europe and back to London every month, cavorting with my KLE Collective babes, to time feeling like it stood still. Suddenly, the world’s door was closed to me. Sexuality, sensuality and eroticism – those things that course through my veins, that make me feel alive – became sanitised, and forbidden. My wings felt clipped.
And then, out of the chaos, and confusion of 2020, came a seed of erotic inspiration for me. I began to lust after my virtual encounters as much as I would my in-person escorting. I began an OnlyFans, using this new (to me) platform as a way to connect more with those that wanted to follow me, and as a springboard for libidinal inspiration. I began to create erotic fiction, like the text above – working with clients to stretch and expand their sexual imaginations, to satiate an unbearable sexual hunger I think we all felt during the international lockdown.
Erotic writing experimentation with clients opens up a world of possibilities for us both. For some, it is a space where they can seek out the sexual fantasies they may not be comfortable enacting in real life yet; cuckold, consensual non-consent, CBT, for example. It may be that visiting an independent escort for a kinky encounter is not feasible for them right now, but they need some sexual and sensual motivation to get them through the regular rhythms of their everyday life. For others, our virtual erotic journeys have been month-long foreplays to our in-person sessions.
Proudly part of the bourgeoisie Bloomsbury set, I find the power of language irresistible. Hailing from my native Catalonia, I speak Catalan, Spanish, and English. The cadences between these three languages – and their individual lendings towards certain aspects of our sexuality – is undeniably erotic for me. Without realising it, beginning my erotic writing journey has taught me so much, a sentiment that my clients echo, too. It is a genuine joy to see the ways, over time, my erotic pen pals have stretched their imaginations, the ways their writing has improved, the ways in which our filthy naughty plans for one another become more in sync as time goes on. A literary moment between us, for instance, might look a little like this…
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Tomorrow evening, I will be finally meeting Mr. S. I know he has a genius in avoiding permanence. This is the feeling that he has given me; he has been such an inspiring pleasure across the void. An enigmatic presence, one that has felt so real – one that has made me forget how to exist inside such a vortex.
Mr. S has been reminding me to not forget to live out my desires. In so doing, he has been subtly altering my nature, resonating with my aim of wanting to evolve.
To regain my freedom. To jump out of my skin.
Towards certain unpredictable times in which we are fully attuned. Fully expectant, and thus, in a position to receive.
To receive.
“Recibir a alguien como Mr. S. Tan elegante, tan inteligente. Me lo imagino como un felino sofisticado y un poco travieso”.
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I imagine Mr. S might be partial to black velvet and red nails. Perhaps light shibari accompanied by light strokes of my flogger. The paddle? I’m not sure. I will take it with me in any case. We agree to meet at the bar. You are waiting, drinking a Bourbon. I approach you, and as I walk from the door – you know it’s me.
Straight brunette hair, red lips, almond eyes covered in beautiful eye shadow and black eyeliner. I walk towards you with a mischievous smile. Our gazes coincide and a spark of electricity runs through my body.
I say warmly: “Good evening Mr. S”. I order a glass of champagne and we toast to this special moment. De-virtualising someone after more than two years of intermittent ethereal connection, after having shared so many online Friday drinks… Feels very exciting and special. You can tell from the expression of my mouth that this moment is something I have desired.
** Chats **
** A moment of silence **
** Our undressed gaze **
After our second drink, your hand discretely slides through my leg, feeling which stockings I have chosen – I love your soft and sophisticated touch.
I grab your finger, caress it and smile, demure. We stand up and go to the room.
Once in the room, you excuse yourself to the gents. When you are back, my display of kink is on the desk: rope, flog, paddle, blind folders, a magic wand, lube. Once in, I take your hand around my waist. You kiss my neck, I turn around, I kiss you,
I kiss you,
You…
Your hands go under my dress, you feel my bottom. Knowing how much I adore having my derrière worshiped. You insist on it, grabbing my buttocks, I gently guide you through them. Very slowly…
Suddenly – a change of pressure – of intensity…
You bring me to the desk … bend me over … pull my dress up… start worshiping my choice of underwear… lace thong… you love the fact that you can slide one finger through the overture of my lingerie piece…
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The global pandemic gave me time to pause, time to connect with my lovers and clients in ways I had never approached before. Suddenly the digitisation of the erotic became everyone’s lifeline, and I began to find true arousal in language that I had not before when I was seeing clients in-person. I found my calling, it sparked in me a true desire and enjoyment in erotic writing – so much so that I am now taking an erotic writing course! What started out as an experiment with one of my regular clients at the beginning of the pandemic has now created a whole new career for myself! I am currently undergoing a course in erotic writing, and expanding my reach in terms of how I can connect with clients on a virtual, linguistic level. Out of this pandemic, then, life has been breathed into an aspect of the erotic I could never foresee. Won’t you join?