May 2018 / Eleanor C.
I contacted Ida for some support getting back into the industry after many years away from it. She has been absolutely lovely as a mentor: warm and approachable, knowledgeable and organised in sharing her knowledge in a systematic way. She has saved me so much time, as well as being reassuring and thoughtful. I highly recommend her if you are looking for a mentor.
June 2018 / Pete L.
Dearest Ms Blume - I wanted to take a moment of your time to thank you for a most wonderful afternoon and for giving me the privilege of being your first client in Canberra on this tour. Hours later I am in still in awe of your kindness, sincerity and natural beauty. Our easy and relaxed conversation over lunch, and your playfulness and passion in the bedroom is just part of what makes me think of you as the perfect companion. I love the way you challenge me intellectually, and how I always learn things when we meet. I adore every curve and surface of your face, your neck and your body. Most of all I value and respect your generous sprit and kindness towards me and how I observed you interacting with people around us (wait and hotel staff). Until next time, I wish you every success and happiness.
September 2017 / Pete L.
Some things just keep getting better over time, like a fine wine, a long lunch, playful sex, cuddling, chatting about anything and everything.
To me, the more time I spend with Ida, the better our time together gets. She is such a lovely person to share a meal with, have a fun or deep conversation with, and the bedroom action is simply divine. Ida's accent is a perfect compliment to her stunning looks.
I had the pleasure of seeing Ida in the pink lingerie from her latest photo shoot, and it was such a dilemma whether to continue to admire the look and feel of her in this, or just hurry up and get to the delights underneath.
Thank you so much again Ida. My faith in this Norse goddess has been strengthened.
September 2017 / Paul M.
Having met Ida for the first time close to my birthday last year, I have since made sure to see her every time for one of her well renowned dinner dates when this exquisite European beauty comes to Sydney. This time once again to celebrate my birthday.
Ida loves fine dining, therefore she knows where to go. She won't take you to overpriced restaurants living off their name or location but lead you to the hidden gems of every city she visits. Trust her to pick the location, it will not disappoint. Her favourite is contemporary Italian-Australian cuisine or Japanese-Australian fusion as far as I know. She doesn't shy away from small incredibly tasty eateries either - she is a well versed food lover.
When she opened the door she surprised me with a wonderful new set of lingerie I hadn't seen before. Her lace topped stockings embracing her toned legs, in general her toned body, most definitely is a sight in itself. Ida makes sure to tend to every wish of mine in the bedroom, is responsive to suggestions and any kind of mischief.
She dresses smart, classy and slightly conservative when we are in public which I highly appreciate, discretion is key. But when you know what she is wearing underneath her prim clothes it is hard to concentrate I can assure you. I like the way she dresses, her alluring understatement. If you look for over the top fashion and bling she will not be your kind of girl.
I love to spoil her and I know I go over board but that's just who I am. I love watching her opening the bag of gifts I bring with me whenever we meet. Also I know when she wears gym gear she thinks of me as I always supply her with plenty of LuluLemon vouchers, sometimes without a reason or as a quick thank you for her time she spends talking to me between our dates. Also I make sure to donate to her favourite charity, Forever Friends Animal rescue, animals are as close to my heart as to hers.
I guess all in all I can say we have a mutual sublime understanding and enjoy each others company immensely.
September 2017 / Andrew L.
Life is full of pleasures; the sun on your back on a winters day, the scent of jasmine on the breeze in summer, the tingle of sherbert fizzing on your tongue, the sound of rain on a tin roof while tucked up safely in bed. Those moments when your mind is at ease and you allow the fullness of the experience to envelop you is when these morsals of pure sensory delight come to the fore. An encounter with the beautiful Ida Blume took me to this place; left my body well and truely sated and my mind totally lost is the extasy of the sensory input.
The build up to this meeting had been long, even for a renowned procrastinator as me. Close to three seasons had come and gone in the time it took from the initial contact to finally meeting. In that time our online personas linked, contrasting storylines of the city we occupy observed and at times added to. This 2D world on a screen provided glimpses of the many faceted gem that is Ida. A gem that when given the slightest shard of light refracts and reflects with such intensity and clarity that for those brief moments when you are in her presence nothing else exists - you are drawn in body and soul. Or so it felt to this moth.
So it was that on a cold day two weeks before the spring equinoxes our real life timelines finally occupied the same space. For one who is prone to anxiety when meeting someone for the first time I was suprisingly calm, in reflection I put this down to the calm and collected demeanour that Ida maintains in her booking comminications. So when the door opens, Ida, dressed impecably; grey blouse, black mini-skirt and stockings, was not lost in a clouded mind. Rather I was struck by her presence, not just the physical beauty, of which there is no doubt, rather her effivescent personality and warmth. There was no awkward moment, just a sense of cosiness and warmth, as you would experience when visiting with an old friend. It's hard to find the right word, maybe the best I can do is the danish term "hygge".
I've prattled on now far too long, so to the point! Ms Ida Blume is a rare companion, a blend of passion, personality and playfullness. A consumate professional she builds the moment, allowing the experince to be absorbed and savoured. A genuine interest in you is her focus. This intelligent woman is that rare gem stone that dazzles and delights on multiple facets with but one aim - to create that fleeting and uncommon moment where you are lost in the sensory input and nothing else exists. I for one can want for nothing more - thank you dear Ida.
August 2017 / Neil D.
Ida is my reward whenever I come to Australia. Depending on my schedule, our time together ranges from dinner dates to extended bookings.
What keeps me attracted? What keeps me addicted?
Her wicked mind. Quick wit. Intelligence paired with profound education and knowledge. She's quirky, flamboyant with a sparkling ésprit. An experience par excellence. If you look for a companion to fit in she is not for you. If you look for excitement she is.
I love treating me with her and her to many little luxuries along the way.
I first met Ida on a very warm evening in October of 2014, when she made such a positive impression in so many ways that I now count myself among her regular clients. Since that night I make room in my diary every time she comes to Adelaide, and a day spent with her always leaves me feeling like the luckiest man on Earth.
Yes, you read that right. Ida’s company is best enjoyed by the day rather than the hour. If you’re able, I urge if not insist that you try one of Ida’s ‘clock free’ bookings to make the most of your shared experience.
Well travelled, highly educated and a keen reader, Ida is a great enthusiast and supporter of the arts. As such, I always try to find something ‘cultural’ for us to do or see together when she’s in town. On her last three visits Ida has accompanied me to local theatre productions, most recently an adaptation of George Orwell’s 1984, and I look forward to a spot of Shakespeare when our paths cross again this coming weekend.
While Ida’s exquisitely toned and much tattooed body will entice and please you in every way you expect, her mind will keep you on your toes and ensure you come back for more. Conversations with her can and do cover every subject under the sun and always leave you feeling wiser. In a world where so little is certain, Ida’s company is one of the safest things to invest your money and time in. She will comfort, challenge and fulfil you in ways few of her peers can match. Book her now and book her often.
July 2017 / Nick S.
After more than three years of seeing Ida on a very regular basis I finally got my head around writing a review. It is my first review so please bear with me, it will be worthwhile reading it - I promise.
A quick introduction of myself. I am a mature but well preserved - that's what they tell me - wheelchair bound gentleman who enjoys the finer things in life. The latter is the reason what attracted me to Ida and why I choose to see her again and again. Of course she has a striking face with the bluest eyes you have ever come across, the sexy toned and muscly body of an Olympian goddess - but this industry is full of beautiful women of all sizes, colours, shapes - it's almost standard. What keeps me coming back on a monthly basis is her personality of pure sunshine. I never encountered such a heartfelt positivity radiating from a little lady like her. In fact she is not a little lady at all but a great one.
No matter how dark my mood, how low my spirits, how angry my soul she can lift the veil of unhappiness and depression that clouds my brain and heart. Finally I found a kindred spirit I can take to the opera and talk about books until well into the night. The good thing is she is a very sexy kindred spirit who led me down a sexual path I couldn't have imagined. Being disabled for almost 20 years now I had lost all confidence in my sexuality as I have lost the ability to have an erection as well as I do not have feeling in my member. So she introduced me to prostate massage and prostate milking which are my favourite sexual acts apart from giving oral to her very pink and naturally blonde pussy which tastes like heaven. She made me feel comfortable in my skin by proving I can still satisfy a woman without using penetration but my tongue, toys and hands - maybe even more so than before I lost the ability to be erect.
She is a wicked lover with a sense for pushing me just that little bit further towards my boundaries of pleasure. Do you like blow jobs? Ask her for her slow sloppy wet version, you will not regret it when she spits and gags on you, smudging her make up to ensure your enjoyment. I wholeheartedly believe her touch is magic, I can feel empathy and love pouring from her hands and kisses onto my skin and into my soul.
Her educational level and knowledge are quite impressive for such a young lady, we fuck and interrupt to talk and fuck again - I'm not sure what I enjoy more. Have I mentioned she has the ass of an angel? Yes, yes she does. A few weeks ago we went to Daylesford together to enjoy a couple of days of local produce, spa time - well to be honest we didn't get to see much outside of the hotel room but made use of the bed and the spa in our suite thoroughly.
This woman is always a delight.
March 2016 / Quincy M.
Euphoria, the sensation that has engulfed me, cocooned me still some 48hrs later after visiting Ida. Traveling back down the highway, after meeting Ida in Sydney a coffee break beckoned. Like a teenager, I had to sit in the car and wait till my erection subsided as the sensation of being with Ida still enveloped me - the second time my body had responded on the trip thus far. The pictures of Ida have an imposing presence, but did not prepare me for the welcoming, comfortable presence she has, and in the time I spent with her she soon seemed more like a friend, a companion, a lover. A two hour booking was not enough, and I would have extended, but for ascertaining another booking was due. We did not chat for long before the bedroom beckoned, but chat continued at different times, embuing our time with a knowledge of another leading me into an abandonment of self and simply enjoying being in the presence of this beautiful person. I am sometimes confused by the list of services that are on offer, but there was no game plan or agenda here, just simply two people enjoying one another. The special gift was to hear - feel - that guttural laugh emit from her - to know that she was in every way present with me that day. On a wet Sydney morning Ida you were truly the silver lining. Thank you.
January 2016 / Stefan S.
There are two Melbourne’s, one with Ida and one without. If you are a long time resident, or a weary traveller with a business suit compressed in your luggage it does not matter. The artistic capital of Australia loses something when your experience excludes this vampish, intellectual beauty.
Don’t simply take her to your boudoir, although you will never be disappointed in that action, only that you will deny discovering all the sides of the wonder that is this woman.
Take her to the National Galleries Victoria and compare the composition on the canvas to the ink that colours her skin. Go to Smith Street op shops and see nostalgia aiming to be reared back to life and realise that your time with her is something your mind will wish to resurrect again and again. Eat brunch at any of Melbourne’s myriad of eateries, overhear the discordant voices of others and talk to her about anything and be put at ease. Early dinner swilled with a Dirty Martini or two, hint; she likes them the dirtier, the better.
I guess what is being said is that she is more than a roll in the hay, or a rollercoaster at an amusement park. Spend more than a night, see her in the sunlight and underneath the dusken sky and be not taken to an alternate reality, or some gauche fantasy but somewhere wonderful within the present. I have and will continue to do so.
March 2016 / The Traveller
There are things in life that are special, not ordinary, not every day and rarely repeated.
Ida is rare and in short... amazing.
Everybody has a dinner date now and then, but this was something different, conversation moved at a million miles an hour and covered every topic imaginable.
We immersed ourselves in conversation over dinner and a drink or two. The dinner was a treat...
The nigh went on an we inevitably we lost ourselves in eachother.
I have never had a night like this before, multiple orgasms that went on and on and on.
Nothing I have ever had before really compares, this was different. very very intense and special.
May 2015 / Stefan S.
I first saw Ida in Sydney, after work, at her touring incall. She arrived with a shy smile, coquettish as we headed up the elevator alone, beating a last second rush of tourists. We entered, I showered and we did not leave her bedroom. There was no alcohol but the conversation flowed like liquid nonetheless. Afterwards, euphoria and meaningful conversation surrounding me I knew I would have to see this delectable flower again.
Fast forward four months and I am in Melbourne on business and some hopeful pleasure. It was organised two weeks in advance. I wanted her to show me her Melbourne not the one plagued with unruly masses and congregations of consumers that spillover the sidewalk.
I met her at Section 8, she arrived breathless, slightly late as is a female’s prerogative, her upper body encased in a slim red dress and stockings. Her hair golden, untied and swaying with the afternoon wind. We walked down endless alleyways, Melbourne’s quaint closeness reflecting our whispered words and glances. We were sharing a secret, and all the faces, all the people were simply blanks.
Winding staircases and a creaky elevator found us sipping liquor underneath the fading sun at a rooftop terrace. Discourse moving from politics, to our respective childhoods, so varied we kept each other enthralled. In the same building was a restaurant, a modern Australian and Thai get-up with impossibly high ceilings. It was noisy, we picked at a little bit of this and that, a light early dinner that only needed to provide sustenance for the evening to come.
We reach my hotel and I shower. Returning I see she has placed candles around the room. “I am a romantic,” she informs me. Then takes momentary leave and returns in black lingerie. My towel, then carefully wrapped around my mid-riff was suddenly unnecessary. We French kiss, I taste her tongue her hand moves lower, and then finally her body bends at the knees.
She then proceeded to swallow me whole. Tongue a whirling dervish, lips humming, her mouth moist like velvet. She closes her eyes but it is out of enjoyment not some forlorn desire to be somewhere else. I ask her to look up at me, and those sapphire orbs comply. We move to the bed, the pleasure continues. I pull her hair gently as she moves me closer to our mutual goal. Soon there is no resistance, the wall breaks and there is an explosion. Unsurprisingly she reaches for a towel. Surprisingly, she swallows. With proud wickedness, she pokes out her tongue to confirm her deed. I can barely say more than a voiceless amazing.
In the candlelight afterwards I run my hands over supple nipples, tender, luminescent skin and in that instant I notice her beauty more truthful bereft of makeup, of artifice. I am stirred to reciprocate her earlier act. A gentle push, her head against the pillows, I remove her night shade coloured panties. Her secret place happily wet, a sliver of my tongue showed she was willing. I thought of sugarcane juice at first taste, a delightful and sweet thing. Slowly at first, then faster, deeper, a growing intrusion. A few minutes and I held her hand as she shuddered to climax, compelled by a thing so primitive that we are all helpless under its spell. Raising myself to my elbows I noticed a dampness in the white linen. Evidence of her realness becoming a task for some hapless hotel worker to undertake tomorrow.
Finding voice, I told her that I wanted to fuck. Protection applied, I entered her, missionary at first. Then doggy-style, then her on top. The way she moves, the rhythm of her gyrations as though she is dancing to some cosmic, otherworldly song. Spellbound, feeling things that a man must feel before his final day I clung on to her. Buttocks, back, breasts, mouth I needed more of her before this rollercoaster tipped over.
There was little to hold back the knowledge that release was imminent so I moved her back to that fabled religious pose. Sweat mingling, sticky, two bodies as one. Yet even in the midst of it, this delectable creature remembered the little things, like how I liked her hot breath on my earlobes. Whilst I approached plateau she paid attention to them until, our eyes on each other, I went over the hill. We collapsed together, her in my arms till the wicker light waned, naked as the day she was born.
That was late March. Now it is early May and I still have a candle keepsake to remind me of this woman’s timelessness. Her talent is to understand the relevant part of her lovers’, and then make herself the gift we want to reward ourselves with. Life is about memory creation, and clinking our imaginary glasses, here is too many more to come, my genius of unadulterated pleasure.