The two hour boat ride along the Bosphorpus was beautiful. A perfect break from Istanbul’s crowded thoroughfares.

I took the earliest flight to Istanbul this morning to join Mr M during his business trip in Turkey. As always he had organized quite a programme for the two days we were about to spend together.

Just out of the airport I met my driver who professionally escorted me to the car and drove me to the Kempinski Hotel. Mr M arranged for me to pick up the room keys at reception. Imagining the spectacular views over the Strait I walked to the lifts and pressed six, only to be greeted by an even more impressive vista as I dropped my bags and walked to our balcony.

Mr M was at the gym and would join me in about an hour.

I unpacked, showered, put on the dom outfit in which he had requested I welcomed him in. What a spectacular environment for bedroom games, I felt excited, inspired and could’t wait to begin. When he knocked at the door I went down on all fours, chained a playful leash to his belt and led him to the bathroom: “Mr M, good afternoon, I will be your assistant for the next two days. Have a shower and then join me in the bedroom. We need to take care of very urgent matters.”

In the corner of the bedroom there was an armchair on which I sat and waited.

“Miss Elizabeth, what is so urgent that you wish to discuss immediately?”

“Mr M, it has been two months since we last met, it is imperative that we release the strain caused by your business trips, company’s meetings and deadlines. You know very well that over time, if there is no proper lifting of all tension, business can suffer.”

“Miss Elizabeth that’s why you are my choicest assistant. Your skills, intuition and gifts have over the years proven invaluable to me.”

“That’s right Mr M. We have always been so aligned. Let me remove the wet towel around your waist and begin my thorough examination, I expect I will soon encounter very hard areas which require particular attention, it is my priority to smooth that out carefully, slowly, step by step, no rush must there be anywhere at this stage.”

As if announcing our approaching boat ride, also Mr M’s mast was now fully erect, hard, stiff, robust, impressive and eager, clearly very much in need of all my attentive cares. I kneeled down and begun tasting his crotch with my tongue, holding his balls to feel their chemistry, follow his excitement with wonder as it came closer and closer to its peak. Like sea foam, my mouth went up and down, and, as if imitating the waves and white wake our boat would soon leave behind, his chest heaved, peaking in pleasure and spraying white across my lips, breast and upper thighs - the conquering deliciousness of sperm. A perfect beginning to our two days together.

Sweet is the cathedral of Prague. But there is no bridge in the world like Charles’s bridge. Clearly visible from both my bathroom and bedroom windows, it was the reason I upgraded my booking to a riverside room at the Four Seasons. I wanted to make the most of my very first stay in Prague. On the hilltop across the river stood Prague Castle.

I arrived at the hotel at three in the afternoon. Time to shower, unpack and at four meet Mr S in the lobby. This is the first time he and I had met and I felt a little nervous, but as our afternoon progressed all my anxieties vanished. Our time together was splendid.

Between four and six we did it three times - what is it about Czech men? A lovely dinner followed at Mlýnec, a Michelin-starred restaurant, after which we strolled back to the room and made love a fourth time. It was beautiful, I really can’t explain it except by saying that I love sensuality and carnal love. To lick each other, suck each other, kiss and penetrate, there is no better thing in the whole wide world. The sexual energy we all share and makes us behave instinctively is the master coordinator, no need to plan or think, just hop on the ride and get carried away. Steamy, chemical, an awareness of pleasure that completely bypasses our minds and guides us. I love to manifest it, merge and manifest together our very own naked dance.

Mr S came back to me at eight the next morning.

I waited for him naked, looking at the view along the river, enjoying the tranquillity of that hour and the whole placid view. Our bodies this time knew each other, there was familiarity, a playful mood. He was naked within moments and I dove to please him. Our lips recognised each other. It is amazing how much sex got us closer. Sex is a very deep connector…. perhaps even more so than personality.

I invited him to enjoy breakfast with me but he sadly had to rush away to a very busy day. As I ate a delicious croissant with natural yogurt and fresh fruit, I looked up the pedestrian route to the castle on Google Maps. I wanted to see it and enter the cathedral, I didn’t have enough time to walk over Charles’s bridge again but I hope I come back someday.

I know Mr S and I will meet again.