Lyra Bergman

Chi sono

If the airbrushed girls further down this page have started to blur into one, here is the opposite of that. I'm Lyra — bohemian, hairy, unashamedly kinky, Swedish, and yours as a girlfriend for exactly one night.

I look like the woman you passed on a street in Berlin and then thought about for the rest of the week. The difference is that you can actually have me. Small natural breasts, soft, made for squeezing. A heavy bottom built out of barbells and good food and nothing else at all. A lush seventies bush that asks for your fingers, hairy armpits included, because I have let my body stay the way it was designed to be. Whoever made me was not joking around; the effect sits somewhere on the edge of obscene.

Did you ever fantasise about a woman who stopped shaving herself down into a doll, who is greedy about sex and loud about wanting it? That is me, and the only thing standing between your hands and my skin is a message.

Away from escorting and domination I read constantly, I love art, and I am a small devoted hedonist who thinks a life lived at half volume is a wasted one. My taste in clothes is quiet, so dinners, events, even a week away somewhere are all perfectly possible, and drawing the tension out over a drink first is half of the pleasure.

Kink is where I am happiest, and the dominant role most of all, but the list is long and you only have to ask. Inside real trust, play turns into total freedom: we stop performing and are simply ourselves. Strange scenarios, unlikely ones, the ones you have never said out loud — my imagination is good enough to make them feel real.

When you write to me, include your name, where you would like to meet, the date, the time, how long, what you are hoping to experience, and a little about yourself.

Already aching to meet you.

love, Lyra