Riley’s Reserve
Hello, handsome
Yes, I know, it’s already a few days into the new year, but who’s counting? Let’s just say my 2025 started with a touch of mischief. Now that the champagne glasses have been set down (for the moment), I’m ready to share what’s coming up this January—and perhaps tempt you into making it even naughtier.
Have a look at my January availability here and let’s create something unforgettable together.
Availability & Tours
January sees me staying close to home in Melbourne, where the rhythm of the city and the warmth of summer have their own charm. My availability is flexible this month, so whether it is a leisurely lunch, an indulgent dinner or something a little more daring, I am here to create moments worth remembering.
That said, growing up in Perth has left me spoiled for beautiful beaches. Melbourne’s coastline, while endearing, does not quite cut it. Sydney, on the other hand, has what I need. I try to get up as often as possible, and this month I am tentatively planning a visit from 11 to 14 January. If you think your company might sweeten the deal, let me know here.
And while my travel plans are still taking shape, my imagination is not. Paris has been on my mind lately, an evening under the city lights, a perfect martini in hand and the air full of possibilities. If you feel like spoiling me with an overseas escape, my Fly Me To You service is always ready to deliver. Feeling adventurours? Lets chat travel plans here.
For those seeking more than a fleeting moment, my Something Arranged service is a carefully crafted experience that offers companionship and connection over an extended period. Whether online or in person, this service is designed to fill the void of comfort and companionship in the life of a busy professional.
Imagine the warmth of a consistent presence in your day-to-day, someone to share moments of joy, unwind with after long days, or simply provide a sense of assurance in an ever-changing world. With Something Arranged, our connection becomes a regular part of your life, tailored entirely to suit your desires.
Whether you crave deep conversations over dinner, playful exchanges throughout the day,
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or moments of stillness shared in complete understanding, this service is perfect for those who value the comfort of something dependable. My aim is to bring ease and joy into your routine, offering not just time but genuine presence.
The beauty of Something Arranged lies in its flexibility. It is a bespoke offering designed to accommodate your schedule and needs, blending seamlessly into your life without the rigidity of traditional arrangements. The result is something that feels effortless yet profoundly fulfilling.
Ready to explore my Something Arranged service? do so here.
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A Delightful December Memory
December brought me a memory I would not soon forget. Picture this, it was Christmas morning, and I woke up in my usual perky mood, treating it like any other day. To be honest, if it were not for my full time day job, I might have forgotten about the holidays entirely. Thankfully, it keeps me grounded and in check.
Still, it was not until I opened my phone to find two luncheon invites that the day’s significance hit me. Christmas. Typically, this time of year was not my favourite. It carried its share of bittersweet memories and reminders of loss. For a moment, I felt the weight of the day. I could have stayed in bed, let the day pass quietly, and avoided the festive buzz altogether.
But then, I remembered Mr. V’s promise the night before. Fashionably late by 15 minutes, he arrived at my door with a large box and a suit holder in tow. Mr. V was one of my most valued clients, and that day he proved why. Inside was a handbag I had been eyeing, a Christophe Esber knit (a man who thought ahead about how I would look next season, how could I not adore him?) and a collection of other stunning pieces. His thoughtfulness, attention to detail, and generosity lifted my spirits. Feeling inspired and grateful, I decided to embrace the day fully.
I dressed in one of my new favourites and headed to Fitzroy for a luncheon with my chosen family. It was not the most memorable meal, but it reminded me of the beauty in spending time with people who truly mattered, who did not judge, and who loved every part of me. I felt grateful to be reminded of such connections. Before the inevitable "who is doing the dishes" debate could begin, I made my exit, ready to unwind.
Back home, just as I was settling in, an enquiry lit up my phone, a young musician, nervous yet charming, seeking a PSE booking. Something about his message stood out, and I knew he was the perfect way to end the day.
By 11pm, he arrived, handsome, around 28, and visibly nervous. His eyes scanned the room before landing on me, dressed in pink satin lingerie, a black tailored mini skirt, and black mules (a Riley staple). His hands hovered awkwardly at his sides, but the way his breath hitched told me I had his full attention.
We sat and chatted. His words halted at first as he tried to find his footing. I reassured him, walking him through what to expect. Slowly, his shoulders relaxed, his smile becoming less self conscious. Then I leaned in and teased, "Scoot over here and kiss me like you mean it."
The kiss was everything I did not expect, decisive, controlled, and passionate. I pulled back, raising a brow. "Not bad for a first timer," I quipped, watching his confidence flicker to life. As the conversation quieted, I guided him to the bed.
What followed was electric. His hands were tentative at first, their warmth steadying me as I leaned into him. But soon, he found his rhythm, gripping my hips with a quiet authority that sent a shiver through me. When he slid into me, it was seamless, like he had done this a hundred times before.
His movements built with precision and purpose, each thrust more deliberate than the last. The way he held me, firm, focused, completely in control, drove me to the edge faster than I anticipated. When I reached my peak, his pace quickened, his release following soon after, leaving us both breathless.
As we lay tangled in the sheets, curiosity got the better of me. I turned to him, curious. "What brought you here tonight?"
He paused, his vulnerability etched across his face. "I have spent my whole life in denial about who and what I am attracted to," he confessed. "Sitting with my family, who are great but incredibly judgmental, felt unbearable, today confirmed that. I needed to take control and finally do something for myself. Being here, with you, feels safe and judgement free. Thank you, Riley."
His words lingered in the quiet room. What began as a day I wanted to ignore turned into moments of generosity, joy, and connection. Mr. V’s thoughtfulness, attention to detail, and generosity reminded me of how much I valued the connections I had built through my work, while the musician’s courage was a powerful reminder of the importance of creating spaces where others could feel truly seen. Some gifts are meant to be unwrapped, others to be experienced, and both can leave you equally grateful.
Recent Review: Shaken, Stirred, and Single
The worst kept secret? I love a dry gin martini, particularly stirred by a handsome man and served freezing cold. It is a small indulgence that never fails to set the tone for a memorable evening, and this one was no exception.
It was a midweek evening, the kind where Melbourne’s streets hum softly in the background, cloaked in a calm that feels deceptive. As I stepped into his South Yarra townhouse, the sheer size of it, high ceilings, sprawling windows, and sleek furniture, felt almost absurdly grand for one person. The glow of the blueish purple lighting gave the space an otherworldly feel, accentuated by Jamie xx playing softly in the background. It was curated, polished, and beautiful, yet faintly lonely.
My client for the evening, a 32-year-old finance professional, greeted me with a nervous smile that softened as the night unfolded. After not one but two martinis, expertly prepared of course, the conversation turned unexpectedly personal.
“I am recently single,” he confessed, his tone light but his words heavy. “And that is why you are here.”
At first, his words came haltingly, each admission testing the waters of my reaction. He spoke of the relationship he had recently lost, the walls he had built, and the way they had eventually boxed him in. The honesty felt raw, almost unpractised, as though he was discovering his feelings alongside me.
He hated holding space for long term emotional vulnerability, and yet here he was, handing me the weight of his confession, hoping I might help lighten it.
We sat on his oversized couch, martinis in hand, the perfect icebreaker for an evening teetering between surface level chatter and something deeper. Slowly, though, he got there.
“I hate holding space for my own emotions,” he admitted. “But sometimes, I feel like I am bursting at the seams to share it with someone.”
When I scooted closer, running my nails gently along his back and scalp, I felt the knots of tension begin to unravel. His shoulders, stiff with the weight of unspoken truths, began to soften. It was a moment of raw humanity, simple, yet deeply intimate.
It is moments like these that remind me why I value connection so deeply. There is a certain courage in baring one’s emotions, and as he spoke, I found myself quietly marvelling at the strength it took to let someone in. Vulnerability is not easy; it is an act of bravery, and witnessing it always feels like a privilege.
It honestly felt like we could have spent hours talking. The martinis, the quiet confessions, the way his voice wavered as he shared the regrets and fears he had carried alone for so long. But alas, even moments like these have to come to an end.
By the time my timer went off, I could see the exhaustion in his eyes. Not the kind that comes from fatigue, but the weight of everything he had shared, drank, and gotten off his chest. While grateful, he seemed surprised by just how much he had let himself go there.
Some homes feel too big for one person, and some emotions too heavy to carry alone. That night was not just about martinis or confessions; it was about peeling back layers and finding the humanity beneath.
As I sipped that third martini, I thought about how every great drink, like every great connection, is made up of the smallest details. The right balance, the perfect twist, the willingness to mix things up. And like that martini, his confession reminded me that the best things in life are rarely simple but always worth savouring. Connection might be messy, but it is far more rewarding than any drink, no matter how perfectly stirred.
This January, my Wishlist is all about embracing immediate luxuries and indulgences that speak directly to my personal taste. I’ve been craving pieces that are both bold and effortlessly chic, like the Loose Fit Crystal Studs Jeans from Acne Studios. A perfect blend of luxury and ease, they’re exactly what I need to elevate my wardrobe this month.
But it’s not just about fashion. My Wishlist is also filled with moments that bring a little extra joy, whether it’s the simple pleasure of something beautiful or the thrill of new experiences. I’m focused on the kinds of indulgences that feel like they will leave a mark, things that inspire and excite me right now.
As always, my Wishlist evolves with the seasons, offering a fresh selection of items and experiences each month. Curious to see what’s caught my eye this time? Take a look at my picks and discover the new luxuries I’m loving.
Explore my Wishlist here.