I’m often asked, by friends and lovers alike, if I have always loved sex. The answer is a resounding yes.

As far back as I can remember, I’ve always been intrigued by erotic fantasies and all things carnal. While I was working in a corporate 9 - 5 (thigh-highs firmly secured under my sensible pencil skirt), this intrigue developed, and I became more adventurous. I came to relish new sexual experiences with a variety of partners, and becoming Alyssa seemed like a natural progression.

Before I knew it, I was racing out of the office to embark on debaucherous adventures. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t watching the clock in the afternoon, fervently waiting for five o’clock to arrive so that I could enjoy a lengthy overnight or dinner date with a client. To this day, I can still recall the flush of arousal I felt walking into the office the next day while reminiscing on the memories I made the night before with a relative stranger. No one else knew, and that made it all the more exciting. 

The genuine joy I felt in those early days when I met a client that I really clicked with was formative in my progression as Alyssa. Becoming Alyssa wasn’t a fickle decision – it was a choice I made to gratify my own desires. I take no interest in forced connections or feigned attraction. As Alyssa, I design situations that I genuinely enjoy – I can say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to a request, and you can be assured that if I accept your invitation for a date that I am there to also enjoy myself. I don’t want to be caught in a cul-de-sac of unsatisfying experiences. I am a sexually driven woman, and I refuse to apologise for it. And really, what’s more exciting than a co-conspirator who can’t wait to see you?

Despite my love of being Alyssa, the rules in this world are different. This world exists only in the space between me and a debaucherous accomplice. And when I hang up my stilettos at the end of the evening, there is another world waiting for me. And sometimes this world isn’t so forgiving. Outside of Alyssa, I have maintained another career where I have my own small, yet very successful, firm. For this reason, I have always fiercely guarded my privacy. I don’t obscure my face because I am unattractive (in fact, I’m told quite the opposite), but because my career relies on travel and I refuse to sacrifice a part of my life that I love and have worked so hard for. Providers are commonly targeted by facial recognition technology when they travel internationally, and this is a risk I’m simply not willing to take.   

Both of my careers have taken me across the world, yet I have settled in Brisbane. I’m often asked why I have chosen this city as my home, rather than Sydney (as I lived there for many years). Over the years, I came to realise that Brisbane was the perfect city for me – less traffic, affordable real estate, and a coast with endless beaches to explore. While I regularly travel back to Sydney for both work and depravity, I love the home I have created for myself in Brisbane. I have an immaculate, stylish apartment only five minutes from Brisbane’s CBD where I regularly entertain (and corrupt!) There is nothing more wonderful than starting my day with the view of the Brisbane river from my bed and an accomplice by my side.

There’s something inherently arousing about sharing my bed with a new lover. As someone who enjoys taking their clothes off, I’m often asked what I enjoy about my chosen pursuit. I’ve always struggled to answer this question – not because I lack passion, but because there are so many things I love.

Intimacy. Connection. That incredible feeling of holding someone who trembles in my embrace as they haven’t enjoyed so much as a hug in years. Breaking the monotony of travel and an empty hotel room for the act of brazenly, slowly getting to know the desires of another human being. The crescendo of multiple orgasms, looking at him from under my eyelashes. Feeling the charge between our bodies, the physical connection spilling over into our minds. The flirtatious dance that precedes me coyly removing a man’s clothes, champagne glass in hand. Slowly peeling down my skirt, relishing a loving couple’s eyes on me as they explore with one another for the first time. 

I count each of these moments – Alyssa’s moments – and while I can’t tell you what my future holds, right now I don’t want the music to stop.