Riley’s Reserve
With April upon us, I’m thrilled to bring you another edition of Riley’s Reserve, a glimpse into my world, where indulgence meets reflection, and the pace never slows.
March has been a whirlwind in the best possible way. I flew to Perth to celebrate my birthday with Mr. V, who swept me off my feet with a shopping spree & lunch date that left me feeling spoiled and adored. I attended the Ivy Society Gala, where elegance and excitement intertwined, and carved out time for a photo shoot that has me eager to unveil something new.
In the midst of it all, a fresh chapter begins. My original Twitter account may be gone, but I’m back with renewed energy. You can now find me here.
April holds more promise. A 12-hour trip to Sydney is on the horizon, with the possibility of staying a little longer if the right opportunity arises. As always, I’m leaving room for spontaneity, connection, and a touch of adventure.
If you’ve been considering meeting, perhaps this is your moment. Let’s start a conversation here.
Availability & Tours
April promises both excitement and possibility, with my time split between Melbourne and an enticing return to Sydney.
I’ll be in Sydney for a whirlwind 12-hour trip on April 7th, and for those who prefer something a little more leisurely, I’m available on the 5th and 6th for anyone eager to steal me away before the big day. Whether it’s a sun-drenched lunch, an afternoon of indulgence, or an evening that stretches deliciously late, I’d love to create something memorable with you.
Looking ahead, I’m leaving room for a longer stay in Sydney if the right opportunity arises. Sometimes, a fleeting encounter simply isn’t enough.
As always, if Melbourne isn’t where you are, my Fly Me To You service offers the perfect excuse to create something unforgettable, wherever you may be.
View my monthly availability here. And if Sydney or Melbourne aren’t on your mind, tell me where you would like me to visit next here.
Service Spotlight
For those who read my last newsletter, you’ll remember my encounter with Sam, an unforgettable night where the balance of power shifted in the most delicious way. He started off in control, but it wasn’t long before he was on his knees, begging for more, caught between desire and submission.
That night wasn’t just a shift in dynamics. It was a taste of Something Naughty, where boundaries dissolve, fantasies take over, and nothing is off the table. It’s where I shed restraint and embrace something wilder, something untamed. One moment, I might be the seductress, taking control and leaving you breathless as I push you to the brink. The next, I could be surrendering completely, offering myself up to be explored, tasted, and devoured.
Something Naughty is where I thrive. It’s an encounter that caters to the bold, the curious, and those who crave a night where anything is possible. Perhaps you’ve been wondering how far I’ll let you take me, or maybe you’re ready to let me take control and push you past your limits. Either way, Something Naughty promises a night where desires aren’t just met but exceeded, leaving you breathless and craving more.
If you’ve been longing for an experience where control and surrender collide in the most intoxicating way, Something Naughty is waiting for you.
Discover more about Something Naughty here. I’m ready when you are.
Christian, oh Christian… This experience was truly one for the books.
Picture this. It’s a Thursday night and I’m curled up in bed with the latest episode of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, seconds away from ordering ice cream, when a text lights up my phone. At that hour, enquiries are rarely worth pausing trash TV for, but something about this one made me stop. His words were well-constructed, surprisingly so, and then I saw it.
A photo.
Rock-hard abs, a chiselled jaw, and a cross resting perfectly against his chest. Naturally, he gave me no name, so I decided Christian would fit. Something came over me. Maybe it was his body, maybe it was the thought of spending another night in bed, but I wasn’t content. Not tonight. I said yes.
Forty-five minutes later, on the dot, I was ready. I slipped into the tiniest white thong I could find, paired with an oversized sweater and cosy socks, his request, of course. When he opened the door, my jaw nearly hit the floor. I haven’t seen a man that devastatingly handsome in a long time. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate beauty in all forms, but sometimes, even I fall victim to a perfectly chiseled body.
Barely a word was spoken before he pushed me onto the bed, flipped me over, and put that perfectly chiselled jaw right where it belonged. My body responded instantly. It wasn’t long before I returned the favour, my guilty pleasure, and he almost came right then and there. But Christian wasn’t done with me yet.
He pulled me further up the bed, flipped me onto my back, and slid his gorgeously sculpted cock inside me. I had to take a breath. I can handle most, but something about him, something in the air, made me pause. He waited, patient, his cross still pressed close to his chest, giving me a moment to adjust.
And then it was game time.
Thirty minutes of deep, hard fucking later, he came, I came, and the sweat glistening on his chest made me so wet that I came again, this time with the help of his skilled fingers. Every thrust, every touch, left me wanting more, but as I lay there, catching my breath, I couldn’t help but wonder.
Who was this man? What was this Adonis doing in my bedroom on such short notice? Where had he come from, and how the fuck did he just make me cum twice?
I had so many questions, but before I could gather myself enough to ask, he was already out the door.
It wasn’t how I intended to spend my night, but my God, I wouldn’t change a thing.
A March Moment
A Recent Affair: Champagne, Caviar and Him
It’s the 18th of March, and I wake up with two realisations. I’m another year older and wiser… and I’m about to be late for my flight.
Somehow, I make it to the airport with an hour to spare. Classic me, always early, even when I think I’ll be late. I order a coffee because, well, it’s my birthday week. I’ll go back to decaf when I’m back in Melbourne. As I take a sip of my scalding hot coffee, I switch my phone to Perth time and realise it’s officially 2:30 am. A 6:00 am flight to WA? Not cute. The time difference hit me like a slap, but I arrived twenty minutes early, ready for the packed day ahead.
Being back in my hometown was already special, but having Mr V there too? That was the real gift. He had flown in to celebrate with me and squeeze in some work at his Perth office. So hot.
I rushed to my hotel, threw on a one-piece and ran straight to Cottesloe Beach, my old haunt. The moment I slipped into the water, it felt otherworldly, as if time had stopped. I could have stayed there all day, but I was on a tight schedule. Fifteen minutes later, I was back in a cab, heading to the hotel to change. Once I was dressed, I floated off to my old hair stylist for a fresh blowout (obviously) and that’s when I realised the real treats were yet to come.
I met Mr V at Dilettante, the first off-brand designer boutique I ever fell in love with. I took him through the store, running my fingers over Dries Van Noten and Jaga as I filled him in on my adventures in WA. The nostalgia was intoxicating, but as much as I adore Dilettante, my heart belongs to Camilla and Marc. We hurried over and I tried on an impossible combination, a green mini skirt paired with a mint green sweater. I know, who would have thought? But there we were, both shocked by how good I looked in colour. Mr V, ever generous, picked up the pieces for me, and I was positively glowing while he looked on, clearly chuffed to see me so happy.
As lunchtime approached, we made our way to Gibney, Perth’s hottest new spot. Sunlight streamed through the windows, bouncing off the ocean, creating a shimmer that mirrored the anticipation in the air. We were seated beachside and without hesitation, I ordered two spicy margaritas and a glass of champagne. Mr V and I share a love for dining, the intimacy, the excitement, the way the conversation deepens as the courses unfold. It’s a space where our senses are heightened and where connection feels effortless.
Just as the first sip of champagne touched my lips, he reached into his jacket and handed me a small, perfectly wrapped gift. A bottle of Baccarat Rouge, accompanied by a handwritten card. The gesture was so unexpected, so thoughtful, that I felt my breath catch. I’ve had so many beautiful birthday experiences over the years, surrounded by loved ones who know how to make me feel special, but this… this was different.
It wasn’t just a gift. It was a reflection of how well he knows me, how deeply he pays attention. I’m usually an experience with friends kind of girl on my birthday, someone who finds joy in shared moments and lively celebrations. But I couldn’t remember the last time someone had handed me a physical gift on the day itself. There was something about unwrapping that small, luxurious box that struck a chord deep within me. It was as if my inner child, who once delighted in the ritual of receiving something tangible, had been awakened. This gesture hit me in a way I didn’t expect, and it’s a feeling that has stayed with me ever since. In that moment, I felt truly seen.
We ordered a bottle of Pierre-Yves Colin-Morey Chassagne-Montrachet Premier Cru to accompany the meal. I have a preference, and I’m not afraid to admit it. As the wine poured, we settled in, letting each sip sink in as the sun warmed our skin. The food was good, the caviar was great, but the wine? Perfection.
But it wasn’t the wine or the food that made the moment unforgettable. It was him.
We talked about everything, pain, pleasure and plans for the future. There was a quiet vulnerability in his words, balanced by a strength that made me feel so safe, so seen. His eyes, steady and full of knowing, held mine as he spoke, making me feel like the most cherished woman in the world.
As the afternoon stretched on, dessert arrived, accompanied by laughter and a sense of contentment that lingered long after the last bite. By the time we left, I wasn’t just full from the food or flushed from the wine. I was filled with a gratitude that settled deep in my bones.
Mr V, with his generosity, his detail and his unrelenting ability to make me feel adored, has set a bar so high that I find myself lingering not just in the scent of Baccarat Rouge, but in the memory of him. Of us.
Until next time Mr V.
Photo Shoot Update
Captured in the glow of anticipation at Melbourne Place, just as I was getting ready for the gala. The result? A stunning glimpse of elegance and allure. Take a look for yourself here.