Sex, after all, is an invitation.
We borrowed RSVP from the French.
Répondez s’il vous plaît.
“Please respond.”
It’s a phrase once reserved for candlelit dinners and embossed envelopes. An invitation extended. A question hanging in the air: Will you join me?
So, why did we select RSVP? It's simple.
Sex, after all, is an invitation.
Not a demand. Not a given. But a beautifully uncertain offer.
Sometimes whispered. Sometimes electric. Always intentional.
When you invite someone in. Into your space, your rhythm, your wants. You’re offering more than touch. You’re offering trust.
And when you’re the one receiving the invitation? There’s thrill in that. The pride of being chosen. The power to say yes.
There’s elegance in asking. Excitement in waiting. A rush in being answered.
We like that tension. That pause between offer and acceptance.
The RSVP moment.
It’s what Aeon is made for. To accompany your “yes.”
To be there when the invitation is sent. And when it’s received.
So, consider this our invitation.
RSVP, when you’re ready.
