Eve Osyth

You can call me Eve

A petite London-residente hédoniste in her pure, truest form.

Allow my charm and authenticity pull us into our own very private, escapist world. If disarming brown eyes and a lithe, Pilates-honed body with soft-olive skin are known to entice you, they’ll be the first thing you notice, but just the tip of something incredibly alluring. My honeyed, soft voice with a southern English accent gets compliments – just know I love keeping you hanging on my every word from the first hello.

The nature of desire is strange.

Sometimes it’s the memory of someone who isn’t around us anymore. Other times, it’s a craving for change, a wake-up—for the unexpected, scintillating, electric. Or maybe it’s the hope of feeling stirred again. I observe the subtle distance we keep between ourselves and unknowns on the street, politeness, a second of warmth in their eyes, guard staying up. I’m drawn to stepping through, making space for a kind of radical realness with someone new that we rarely allow. There’s something beautiful in that shift when tension softens, a spark, you recognise a subtle flutter of belly butterflies, egos unfurled. When someone firsts giggles over a nofilter comment of yours, or finding a mutual soft spot for the same less-travelled location, obscure comedy, record author…

As a wise person once said, desire is our very essence. New, transformative connection is one of my deepest desires — self-exploration and self-cultivation really drive what I seek.

I await your invitation to be your private Playgirl around town, or we can seclude ourselves. My forté is instigating tension at a dimly lit bar, to getting lost in a slow rapture, ending with a steamy bath for as long as time permits.

I take a great deal of pleasure in imagining & premeditating a dynamic before we meet I’m interested in hearing certain scenarios (if any) you’d like to unfold in our correspondence.

If you’re willing, we can dive in.