Eva

About me

I'm Eva. Hand me the week you have been carrying and let it go slack under my palms. You have earned an afternoon where nothing is asked of you, except that you stay where you are and feel what happens.

At 168 cm I take up more of a doorway than people expect, and that suits me fine. My days go on books and languages, English first, German close behind it, Romanian when I am tired and stop translating. My evenings go somewhere else - a hot bath after cold weather, tennis with someone who bothers to keep score, music that arrives through the floor.

Brown hair, cold hands, a bag that has never once closed all the way. I kiss the cat who hates it. I ask for directions inside the first minute of being lost. I give people more credit than they have earned and I would do it again 😝

Underneath all of that, I run the room whenever the room asks me to. Control sits well in my hands. We can keep it soft, or we can take the longer road through worship, surrender, and play at the deeper end of things, whatever it is you have been too polite to say out loud. Limits are spoken first and kept after, and inside them there is little that surprises me.

I host on Palm Jumeirah, a set of calm rooms arranged so the noise stays outside the door, and I will come to you when that is simpler. Nothing here is measured in minutes. Come and find out what your fantasies do once somebody finally lets them off the leash 😘 xoxo, Eva