SZIA, LOVERS.

If we’re going to spend time together, there are a few things you should probably know about me.

I laugh loudly.

I order dessert.

I will absolutely judge a city by its coffee.

I have a weakness for tequila, beautiful architecture, men who can hold a conversation, and restaurants where lunch somehow becomes dinner.

And I have never once wished I were less of a woman.

I’m Alessia.

Australian by birth, Hungarian by blood, European in many of the ways I move through the world.

I’m warm. Affectionate. Curious. Passionate. Educated. Occasionally irreverent. I ask questions because I genuinely want to know the answers, and I’m fascinated by people who have lived enough life to have stories worth telling.

I can be sophisticated without being remotely stuffy.

Take me somewhere extraordinary and I’ll appreciate it. Give me caviar and a beautifully cold martini and I’m yours for the evening.

But after midnight?

I may be equally delighted by an excellent burger.

That probably tells you more about me than a paragraph full of adjectives ever could.

I LIKE LIFE WITH A LITTLE FLAVOUR.

Good food. Loud music. Interesting cities. Long conversations. Beautiful hotels. Art that makes me stop walking. Old buildings that make me wonder who stood there before me.

My musical taste is gloriously confused.

George Michael can live quite happily beside Black Sabbath, INXS, Ozzy, Mötley Crüe and Metallica. And if there’s a great DJ playing somewhere, you may have difficulty getting me to leave.

I train every day, but not because I’m trying to disappear.

Quite the opposite.

I’m 5’2”, a voluptuous size 14, with long brunette hair, dark eyes, massive breasts, a small waist and generous hips.

I’m soft where I want to be soft, strong where I want to be strong, and completely at home in my body.

There is something wonderfully liberating about reaching the point where you stop asking whether you take up too much space.

I do.

Come closer.

WHAT REALLY SEDUCES ME?

Chemistry.

Not perfection. Not performance.

That tiny electrical shift between two people when polite conversation starts becoming something else.

I love intelligent conversation, but I also love the moment neither of us is listening quite as carefully anymore.

I love affection.

I love being kissed properly.

I love humour, flirting, anticipation and the delicious tension of knowing exactly where something is heading without needing to hurry there.

And I love making someone feel wanted.

Really wanted.

There is a wicked side to me, certainly. I have an active imagination, an adventurous streak and a particular fondness for fantasy and roleplay.

But sensuality, to me, has never been about ticking boxes.

It’s about paying attention.

Reading you.

Knowing when to tease and when not to.

Knowing when conversation is more seductive than silence, and when silence suddenly becomes far more interesting.

That is where the magic lives for me.

THEN THERE’S THE WORLD.

Melbourne is home, but I’m happiest with a passport somewhere nearby.

Travel feeds almost every part of my personality.

I don’t want to simply arrive, sleep in a beautiful hotel and leave. I want to know where I am.

Show me the neighbourhood café.

Tell me what happened in that building.

Take me somewhere I wouldn’t have found myself.

Let’s eat something extraordinary.

Let’s get slightly lost.

London excites me. Europe feels wonderfully familiar. Asia fascinates me. Australia still surprises me.

And Hungary will always have a piece of my heart.

Perhaps that’s why extended time together appeals to me so much.

There’s room for things to unfold.

We can dress beautifully and go somewhere fabulous. We can wander a gallery. Find a hidden wine bar. Eat far too much. Talk about everything. Laugh about nothing.

And later, when the door closes, we can discover an entirely different side of one another.

No rush.

No stopwatch hanging over the evening.

Just two people enjoying where the night decides to take them.

SO, WHO IS ALESSIA?

That depends when you catch me.

The woman ordering sashimi and martinis?

The Hungarian insisting you eat more?

The history obsessive staring at a building while everyone else walks past it?

The rock girl turning the music up?

The woman in heels beside you at dinner?

The barefoot one stealing something from your plate later?

The flirt?

The traveller?

The fantasy?

All of her.

I don’t want to be reduced to a photograph, a set of measurements or a list of things I offer.

Those may be how you discover me.

They are not why you’ll remember me.

Come for an hour and we may have wonderful chemistry.

Give me longer and you’ll meet the woman behind the photographs.

And if we end up somewhere fabulous, laughing over a bottle of Shiraz while behaving considerably less respectably than either of us intended?

Well… that sounds much more like me.

Szia, lovers.

I’m Alessia.

Come find out the rest for yourself.

Alessia xx