Earlier this year, I returned exhilarated from my first visits to Hong Kong and Singapore. As soon as I landed in Australia, I immediately planned my return. The modern atmosphere, well dressed gentlemen, vibrancy and exotic cuisine had me hooked.

Adding on to my excitement was the fact that this tall, blonde, long legged Scandinavian appeared to be a rather exotic rarity to the local people. I felt special, unique and thrilled when new lovers proclaimed they’d never been with anyone from my part of the world before. Some mentioned they felt a little intimidated by me before our meeting, and was surprised by how comfortable they felt in my presence. Enough at ease to share and act out their secret fantasies.

I thrive from allowing people to be their authentic selves and safely live out their desires. Sharing new experiences in a new environment makes me feel so alive and grateful. I’m currently counting the days until I return to Singapore mid November, keeping my fingers crossed I’ll be equally blessed with delightful gentlemen, delicious dishes and desires.

When pleasure and pain meets surrender and trust there are no limits to the experiences ready to be explored. The immense rush of playing in the spectrum of pleasure and pain is unparalleled. Balancing on an edge so fine it takes undivided attention and skill to thread right.

Then, how does one find the right partner and guide into such a potentially dangerous and delightful world? In my experience, it can sometimes be easier to explore fantasies involving the combination of pleasure and pain with a professional. At least until one finds a like minded individual to play with, where the necessary trust has been built.

I remember dragging a very uncomfortable past lover through the streets of Amsterdam’s red light district into sex shops practically begging him to pick a flogger and paddle for us to play with. Instead of agreeing to my request, he looked away and got more and more visibly uncomfortable. In the end, I gave up. This was obviously my thing, not his, and where lies the pleasure in demanding your partner give you pain when it’s nothing but a pain to them?

Many lovers and clients later, I thrive from allowing people to live out their fantasies of pleasure and pain within the safe container of my incall. If you crave such experiences and your partner does not, there is nothing wrong with you or even with your relationship. But as a firm believer in fulfilling one's desires and living in accordance to one's true nature, I highly recommend exploring it anyway.

The rush I get both from being a dominant and a submissive makes me feel more alive and ready to take on any challenges the world may face me with. In addition, if I’m ever bored, I have a well of memories to draw from. So, if you ever catch me with a cheeky grin on the 5pm train, you can bet my mind is drifting somewhere into a past encounter in between pleasure and pain.

I am crazy about sex. It is one of my favorite human activities. Ever since my first orgasm at the age of eleven, I knew I found a method to match my madness.

Sex quickly became both an escape from and an intensification of life for me. Exploring my sexuality gave me space from the mundane activities I found unsatisfying and transported me to a realm of pleasure. Having sex with myself or a partner taught me so much about the way my body and mind works.

During sex, my senses are heightened and I live only right there in the moment. I exist for the experience of pleasure and the delights of physicality. I am all being, all feeling, all sensation, temporarily released from the cage of my thoughts.

The natural high of sex is incomparable to anything else. To me it is my meditation, my method of ecstacy, and my way of discovering deeper levels of myself. I find great satisfaction in taking people on pleasure journeys with me, where we leave our limitations and thoughts behind to simply be.

I left my beloved Sydney behind to make new connections in cities I’ve never been. I’m bubbling with excitement and an edge of nervousness reflecting on who I’ll meet and what I’ll experience. But first things first, how do I even do this? Thoughts of where to stay, how to look, and what on earth I should pack twirl around my brain as memories of my last travel come up. That’s when airport security tore apart my bag before holding up my collar and chain for everyone to see, while asking “what is this?” “It’s a collar and chain, it even says so on the box you took it out of mate, seriously? And yes it’s for personal use, It’s not like I’m gonna kidnap anyone with that.”

What do I pack?

I start putting my favorite pieces of sexy lingerie in a silk bag, before I know it, it’s filled up and I put a couple more sets in another bag along with stockings. Then onto toys, strap on, dildos, flogger and just as important, sexy shoes. I put the first main things in my suitcase and realize it’s almost full. And that’s before I’ve pack such necessities as actual clothes. I curse myself for only picking 15kg and realize I’m up for massive rounds of repacking and at least 10 additional kilos.

Who will I meet and what will I do?

I have no idea how the men of Adelaide and Perth are, but I’m about to find out. As in any other place, I risk meeting anything from a first class gentleman to a rude and immature excuse for a man. I can handle both, but prefer and hope for the first.

On such a trip work/vacation balance is the key. I would love to explore what the cities have to offer both at day and night, while making time to see a selected few gentlemen I can devote my full energy and undivided attention to.

I also hope to meet fellow sex workers to share drinks and experiences along the way. After writing this, I feel much better about taking off and cannot wait to get out there and create new memories.

Kisses,

Nina - coming soon to a city near you, reach out, let’s play!

I planned my first tour two months before departure. Posted the dates on Scarlet Blue. Created a webpage. Got a Whatsapp account. Started being active on twitter. And then I waited. And waited. And waited.

The excitement bursted as I received my first twitter DM's and Whatsapp messages from interested clients about my tour. These men were either quite chatty or wanted to know if I "were around on the afternoon of .." once I mentioned the magic word deposit, they all vanished, never to be heard from again.

I canceled my tour and decided to give it another go later, when I had the ability to go strictly as a holiday if needed. However, I did not announce the cancelation. Then, as I was supposed to be in a given city the "Hey babe, you avail in ...?" and "avail now in ...?" started pouring in. To which I struggled not to answer "NO BABE, FIRST OF ALL, I AM NOT YOUR BABE NOR WILL I EVER BE, AND I AM NOT AVAIL AS YOU DIDN'T PRE-BOOK ..."

This time, I'm taking things a little lighter and planning my tour as a vacation with the addition of a few selected (pre-booked) sexy encounters along the road. I've got things to see and places to be strictly for me, and inviting in the possibility of gentlemen to pre-book time with me along my journey. I got some bookings already and there are still openings in my schedule waiting to be filled, either with sexy times or me-time. Regardless, this time I'm ready to take the leap into the unknown world of touring. If you want to see me, make sure you mention the magical and dreaded word deposit early on and I'm sure to be excited and ready to see you!