Who Is leila?
Wouldn’t you like to see the woman behind those long, dark lashes?
Allow me to give you a glimpse behind the curtain…
I grew up on a small island in the Southern Caribbean, one known less for its sparkling waters and pristine sands than for its exotic and vibrant blend of cultures and ethnicities- and the claim to be home to some of the world’s most beautiful women.
A few years ago, I returned there for our carnevale, a festival that can only be described as pure hedonism. After my two-day immersion in this sun-drenched orgy of gyrating flesh, music, colour and utter abandon, I planned a “recovery” trip to a secluded bay with some friends- a custom for locals, to slowly let the dizzying euphoria of the ‘bacchanal’ subside so they can return to humdrum, everyday life after Ash Wednesday.
We were only supposed to be there for the day. However, a series of comical mishaps led to us being stuck on the coast overnight. It turned out to be a wonderful night...filled with scotch, coconut water and laughter, before settling down to sleep under swaying palms.
I remember standing on the beach the next morning, as the sun rose…a lone figure silhouetted against the tranquil Caribbean Sea.
Feeling the velvety sand under my feet.
The cool, gentle breeze tousling my hair.
The soothing melody of the waves lapping at the shore.
Savouring the salty, fresh, floral scent of the air.
In that moment, I was lost. The rest of the world didn’t exist; work, responsibilities, time and stress just faded into the background. All I could feel was myself.
I remember thinking that this was every bit as sensuous an experience as being pressed against a man’s body, moving to the intoxicating beat of calypso and soca. It felt just as liberating, just as blissful.
And ever since, I’ve been chasing that feeling...
...will we find it together?