A Dinner Date, 3 Ways

Menu 1

For the Luxury Lover

 

My outfit: A chic cocktail dress or impeccably fitted trouser suit, tailored jumpsuit or another stylish and sophisticated outfit. I may run some ideas past you first. High heels and killer lingerie underneath are mandatory of course. Nice handbag, beautiful diamond jewellery, Hermes fragrance.

 

We shall eat: At one of the cities many quality fine dining restaurants. A gastronomic experience with charming company is the injection of glamour, luxury and lust you’ve been craving. Shall we go for the tasting menu? Then back to the hotel for some bubbles (and a hands on inspection of that killer lingerie).

 

Benefits: Have you ever had your **** ****** by a woman with lips perfectly painted in red Chanel lipstick? I think not! Some well deserved decadence: More is more! 🥂

 

Menu 2

For the Leisure Lover

 

My outfit: Impossibly tight jeans, a flirty top and heels, or perhaps a cosy knitted dress and knee high boots (underwear is very much optional), otherwise maybe my signature leather pants (such a threat to public health that they’ve been banned by the EU). Enjoy a moment of sensual escapism with flirtatious, feminine company.

 

We shall eat: At one of the cities many quality small plates restaurants. Maybe a busy tapas bar, a rustic and romantic little Italian, or trendy Japanese restaurant where I will send you a naughty photo from the bathroom then order a lychee martini and you will be a gentleman and let me eat the last piece of sashimi 😇

 

Benefits: Watching me wiggle through the restaurant in leather pants without grabbing my bum (I wouldn’t mind) is almost as frustrating as trying to get me out of them. Who doesn’t love a well packaged dessert?

 

 

Menu 3

For the Lounge Lover

 

My Outfit: A bath robe and nothing else. I arrived in nothing but a full length coat and heels so I thought I’d continue the trend. Perhaps some handcuffs if the mood takes us.

 

We shall eat: In the room, as we are having a lazy and luxurious day so can’t be bothered to venture outside. Our luxury nudist camp is a much more comfortable proposition. You mustn’t forget my order as it isn’t at all complicated (chicken Caesar salad although ideally with prawns instead, with the dressing on the side, olive oil, black pepper and chilli flakes if they’ve got them and also glass of rosé Champagne. And a fruit plate or chocolate fondant depending on how I feel so probably best to order both. Hope you can remember all that 😂)

 

Benefits: A bubble bath is the perfect way to unwind whilst we wait for our food to arrive. I’m very good at massages – how about you? We’ve decided to watch a film together but of course you’ve fallen asleep shortly after the opening scene. It’s a good job I’m a morning person: a sleepover then breakfast in bed? Why not!

Life Lately

(From top left): Touchdown in Tuscany; Outfit du Jour; Favourite salad to make at home: Bresaola, tomatoes, aged parmesan, oregano; Treats from Chanel, Dinner Noma, Copenhagen; Wish list treat 😍; Skiing in Norway (managed 2 black slopes, somehow!); Trying out a new grip with my 8 iron; 24hrs, 5 pairs of shoes – I don’t make the rules 😇; Think Pink; Touchdown in Lisbon; Dinner at my favourite Mayfair pub.

Memories of Siena (1st Draft)

A poem I wrote on a recent (and first) visit to Siena. Such a special place.

Cypress trees dark and daggerish slice 
Through blueish skies like
Sails through sea.
 
Olives dangle lazily from silver trees 
Blessed by heaven, fed by earth.
 
Honeysuckle lines the streets
The goodness of a million suns
 
On the heaving breast of Tuscan hills
Birds chuckle
Grasses wave
And 
Pruned roses pout their
Fat pink lips.
 
Vines assemble in battalions
Their fruit will fall to Man someday.
 
Jaded cedars
Hang high and
Stretch in surrender like the arms of Christ
Under these, the quiet calm
Of moss, fig, and geranium.
 
Clouds congregate and mourn onto the earth
Like ghosts of lost children.
Tears
Fall on wild flowers
With simple faces and
Sophisticated scents.
 
Boundaryless and bountiful:
The hills of sweet Siena.
Red poppies swing on grassy plains
The fire and flag of Italy.
 
– BF