Booking
Write a first word.
The rest is written together, without haste.
Write to me
A few words to begin.
Three fields are enough. I read every message myself and reply personally, as soon as possible.
Direct contact
If you prefer to skip the form, these are the channels I use. All are encrypted and reveal nothing of you to third parties.
How it works
Three steps, one after the other.
01
A first word
Form, WhatsApp or email. Your first name, the shape you imagine, your availability — that's already enough. I reply personally, as soon as I can. NDA on request.
Read the etiquette before writing →02
Saying yes
I confirm the details in writing. A deposit secures the booking, and we agree together on the payment method for the balance. Nothing complicated — just enough that when the day comes, there's nothing left to think about.
03
Meeting
I come to you — hotel, apartment, restaurant. Punctual, dressed for the occasion, entirely yours for the agreed duration.
In their words
What an encounter leaves behind.
Testimonials reconstructed from real feedback, anonymised with each contributor’s consent.
I don’t remember a specific moment — I remember a warmth. His, mine, the one we let settle between our two bodies without rushing anything. He has a way of looking at you that undresses without touching, and of touching that prolongs the gaze. We spent an entire weekend like that — putting off the next moment because it was already happening to us.
L.
Shared trip
What stays with you is not the image — it’s the feeling of having been truly seen. There is a way he is there that makes everything lighter; an attention that asks for nothing, that simply offers itself. You talk, you laugh, you lower your guard without noticing. And the rest follows, true, quiet, with a tenderness that took me by surprise. I left calmer than I had arrived.
M.
Returning encounters
We had said dinner. Nothing more. He arrived, he sat down, he ordered something long to drink — and I understood I no longer wanted him to leave. It wasn’t in what he was saying, it was in the way he held his glass, the way he let a silence stretch without filling it, the way he looked at me when I wasn’t looking at him. I went home around two in the morning. I wrote to him the next day.
A.
First encounter
