Mila

O mne

A hand that stays a second too long. A look across a room you were not supposed to catch. That thin, delicious tension while you work out what is going on underneath. Honestly, that is the part I like best, and I am in no hurry to get past it.

In one honest sentence, I am a small and very well-mannered deviant with a taste for trouble, several languages, and an embarrassing soft spot for pillow talk at three in the morning.

Fancy something delicate with a passionate streak running right through it and a kinky edge on the end? I am here to let your senses off the leash and build the kind of hour that leaves the body humming and the heart doing something ridiculous.

Write to me. I am terrible at waiting.