Enter the Erotic Zone

As some of you may or may not know, The annual Seattle Erotic Art Festival is upon us. This is one of my favorite traditions in the city as it combines so many things that I love. The energy and ambiance is so welcoming and whimsical and fun, beyond the obvious sexy factor. I actually snuck into my first event when I was 18…shhhh.

This year, I’m offering a very special package for your very special… enjoyment;)

Dinner, a night at the festival (friday or saturday evening) & an evening with me for half my typical donation~depending on whether you want a night of fun or a proper sleepover, this would be, respectively:

I like to give specials on occasion as a thank you for all the lovely times and blessings I’ve been given. Events like this just add additional incentive as its something I enjoy and want to share.

Want two ladies on your arm? We can do that 😉 Got a friend? I have friends. Just inquire.

More info on the event can be found here: https://www.seattleerotic.org/

Hugs and love,

A word on trying to change session types midway through our time together

A gentle reminder:

I offer three different types of sessions in which to share time together. These are meant to accommodate the needs, desires and personal boundaries of those I am entertaining. They each require a certain frame of mind and level of physical and psychic energy to connect as thoroughly and completely as I prefer. I offer all three because I genuinely enjoy each element of my practice. If you’ve known me long enough, you know that every rare once in a while, I’ll even veer away from one facet or the other to focus on what I feel I am most able to give, in the event my personal desires deviate in one direction for whatever reason. This isn’t a “job” for me. I am not going through the motions. I am highly present and my pleasure matters to me as much as my companions.
That said, I have arranged the way I do things to best keep me safe and elminate any conversations that I consider a splash of cold water on the beautiful experiences I wish to provide. You will note, from my site and perhaps visiting me-I do Not discuss donations. I expect my guest to have already looked up what is expected and have it an unsealed envelope and to leave it discreetly on the counter before excusing himself to go freshen up. I do not want it handed to me. I do not want it after our session. I don’t want it spoken about, nor do I welcome questions about the amount. I want this portion of our time to be discreet, brief and unspoken so we can focus on one another.
For this reason, i DO NOT allow one to request a longer or different session, once they have arrived. This has only ever happened in a capacity that is highly flattering to me, of course, but the room for misunderstandings is large. And the necessary conversation is uncomfortable. I delight in getting to share time however is desired & find fun and benefit in starting “slowly” and building a physical and social rapport; please just arrange for another time together on a different day if you want to experience more than what we have planned.

Not entirely related, but in the interest of educating and promoting consent-the sexiest of all things a man can offer a woman, remember…with an intimate encounter with Anyone, to always check in and ask and pay attention. Someone wanting or enjoying one thing a certain day, doesn’t mean that they will every time. This isn’t meant to be limiting~its meant to facilitate communication in the bedroom. And maximize all kinds of pleasure for everyone. Menus are for restaurants, not lovers.

Variety is the spice of life! Lets explore together<3 With ardent adoration, Adelle

Sweater Season

Fall has always been my favorite season. It feels like the earth’s version of a getting ready for bed ritual. Its a time for fireplaces, preparation, gentle and slow folding in of so many things. A time for reflection and giving yourself over the inevitable and the seeking of less obvious pleasures.

I’m a girl of textures. Autumnal tactile delights as familiar & perennial as certain flowers in the spring. Corduroy blazers, wool trousers, heavy velvet bathrobes, flannel sheets, tweed overcoats, and, if you’re me-cashmere everything and anything. Promises of protection from the elements to come, but delicate in the morning as the layering over my naked flesh begins. Lingerie lingering nearby, for special occasions. The secrets of my desire wrapped so beautifully and completely in the colder seasons, an element of extra mystery not quite known in a summer dress.