On How We Spend Time

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Time Is Relative

People often ask why I don’t list my rates. The truth is, I’ve never liked the idea of connection being presented like a menu. My time isn’t portioned out in neat, identical slices, and my company isn’t a commodity to be standardised. Each date feels different, each person brings something of themselves, and I want to keep it that way.

What I will say is this: my quotes are thoughtful, considered, and final. I don’t haggle (it’s not a Turkish bazaar), and I don’t overbook myself. I keep my calendar deliberately light so that when I do say yes, I arrive as I want to: engaged, rested, and fully present. To me, that’s real luxury, not a longer list of appointments, but the space and choice to meet who I want, and show up with curiosity, warmth, and energy.

Two hours can feel like the first few moves of a game, it’s enough to see the outline, but not the full pattern. It’s not without its charm, sometimes beginnings are the most charged part, and sometimes a quick, concentrated meeting has its own kind of intensity.

Still, with three, four, six hours, the dynamic changes. This time feels most like what people think of as a real date: there’s time to let conversation sprawl, to share a meal without rushing, to see how someone thinks when they’re not compressing themselves into rushed introductions. Small signals have room to appear: timing, humour, hesitation, confidence. Flirtation creeps in without either of us pointing it out, like the moment I first brush against you and you realise it’s not by accident. These hours work best because they carry both energies at once: public ease and private tension. By the end, it feels like a date that never really wanted to stay on its rails.

Ephemera

(2/3/4/5/6hrs)

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(12/16/24hrs)

Nights that run into mornings have a different quality altogether. Once there’s no cut-off, the whole structure changes. Conversation doesn’t need to be as tidy, it can repeat and digress. Jokes stretch out, silences feel comfotable rather than awkward, attention shifts easily from words to touch and back again, without anyone remarking on it. We relax into that rhythm, it’s less measured and more fluid. I like seeing how attraction changes once it isn’t bound to a schedule, sometimes intense, sometimes lazy, sometimes it veers back without expectation.

Morning always feels different from the night before. There’s something revealing in how someone moves before their public self returns: the way they stretch, the first thing they reach for, the sleepy look that comes before coffee takes effect (me). It sounds simple, but the contrast with the night is always striking. What I enjoy most is the balance: the looseness of night beside the stripped-back honesty of morning. Together they make something more complete than either alone.

The 25th Hour

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When time extends further, over a day or two, the character shifts. Some people arrive open from the first moment; others carry a kind of mask, often without realising. But no one, unless pathologically rigid, can keep one in place for this long, which is a relief. You see people in their defaults: the way are when hungry, how they decide what to eat, what makes them laugh when they’re tired, habits they keep without thinking. I love those details.

What I notice most is the patterns that form almost by accident. Meals, walks, sight seeing, sex, conversation, rest, they start to repeat and fold into each other until it feels like its own little ecosystem. Desire doesn’t flatten; it evolves. Sometimes it’s sharp, sometimes slow, sometimes it moves into the background only to return with surprising intensity. The ordinary becomes interesting because it’s shared, and that gives the time a lived-in intimacy thats unstaged, but with the sparkle of a new crush.

These meetings always feel textured and occupied, like we built a temporary world that lasts longer in memory than the days themselves.

In Deep Time

(36/48/72+ hrs)

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Before the Clock Starts

So, as we come to the end of speaking about what we could do, here’s how to make it actually happen.

To be clear: I value safety, discretion, and integrity as much as you do. I screen carefully so the space between us is comfortable, not cautious. A 40 % deposit secures our time, just as much a mutual promise as paperwork. Digital discretion is a pact: your private life is yours, and my boundaries are mine. Once that’s in place, the time we share doesn’t need to feel like an arrangement at all, just hours, set aside, that we get to use however we choose.

Deposits are non-refundable, but you’re welcome to transfer it to another date if you need to reschedule, as long as you give me 72 hours notice. I understand that things come up, but time I set aside for us to meet can be challenging to find, so I need to protect my schedule and energy.

Please also note that same day cancellations require the full booking fee. It isn’t just rules for the sake of rules, but respecting my time and the effort I put into preparing for our meeting.

Time isn’t simple, but contact is.

Contact

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