I’ve only ever had one boyfriend – can I be an escort?

I met my first and only boyfriend at school and for a while it seemed like we would be together for ever. We liked the same music, the same films, and the same books and when we weren’t physically in the same place we would be forever texting and snap chatting. But then I found out that he was flirting with some other girls on Facebook – a friend took a screen shot of a conversation and sent it to me (it was quite sexual in content and he even asked one of the girls to send him a nude photograph of herself!) – and that made me realise that we were not soul mates after all. It did affect me for a while if I am honest. I have trust issues now with men and so every time I am asked out on a date I say no. And I am asked out on dates a lot! Let me explain.

When it comes to appearance I am not going to be all shy and self-deprecating. The fact is that I am hot, sex on a stick hot. I know this because when I go out to a bar I am immediately surrounded by men. I like men and they like me! And because I am only eighteen and naturally toned I can get away wearing the most outrageous outfits. I love to dress up in sexy short skirts whilst wearing pull up stockings just over my knee. Add a low cut top and you can see how I have the men drooling. Older guys really lust after me and they offer me all sorts of inducements to spend time with them – I could have made a living out of accepting the gifts I have been offered. But the thing is I do not want to be hurt.

This made me think about becoming an escort. A friend of a friend signed up with an agency a short time ago and she is loving it! She never shuts up about the fun she is having and how she can now afford all the clothes that she has always really wanted. But then Jenny has had tens of sexual partners by all accounts and if you believe the gossip she has been to sex parties and even spent some time doing some erotic movies as well as being a lap dancer for a while. Given I have only limited experience with men, would I be suitable for life as an escort?

Confidence isn’t the problem. Attractiveness isn’t the problem. Being hot and sexy isn’t the problem. The issue is just how good a sensual massage with me would be. I mean, if you have only ever had sensual massages with one partner can you hope to please the many and disparate people who are sure to book my services when they see my pictures? Oh yes, my pictures, I haven’t mentioned them yet.

One of the older guys I met at a club recently said that he was a photographer and he was always looking for models. He said he would be more than happy to provide me with a portfolio should I ever consider that line of work. He told me that tall and slim blondes were always in demand, especially ones like me with curves where curves had no right to be. I took by that that he was referring to the fact that I have a 34c bust despite having only a 22 inch waist. My arse isn’t all that bad either! Well, of course I took him up on the offer but warned him there would be no naughty business and if he hoped that sex would be on the menu he had got it wrong on this occasion. He did look a little downhearted at the knockback and so I hinted that didn’t mean we couldn’t have some other intimate fun. That cheered him up.

So, I went along to Jeremy’s place on Saturday for my photographs and found him craning his neck at the window, clearly ever so excited to see me. I suddenly realised that I hadn’t brought anything special to wear but he reassured me that he had just everything we needed: by that he meant a camera, a chaise longue and some velvet drapes which he used as a backdrop! I sighed deeply, a little apprehensive at the idea of doing topless and even nude photographs! But Jeremy was quite persuasive. It was my perfect body he wanted to showcase he said and after a moment’s hesitation I thought why not? And I was so happy with the photos that I decided that Jeremy would be able to have his fun after all. Why not get a little practice in – we spent the entire afternoon and most of the evening enjoying sensual massages and he taught me such a lot!

So, I have the photographs ready to show the agency. But that brings me back to my question. Can a girl with limited experience with men be any good as an escort? Jeremy was so supportive when I told him of my plans. In fact he said he would book me right there and then for every Saturday afternoon for the next six weeks. I guess that answered my question really!

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Over forty five doesn’t mean the sex has to stop!

At what point is a person considered too old to be having sex? More to the point, can a person of ‘a certain age’ show affection in public? As a woman in my forties I am used to the casual discrimination against my gender when you are no longer sweet sixteen and sexy! But having looked after myself I would say that I look every bit as good as a woman in her early thirties. I have had a nip and a tuck here and there but my hot body is mostly down to the hours I spend at the gym doing pelvic thrusts, knee jerks and sit ups! Looks aside, do young people really think that you get to forty and suddenly your sex drive disappears entirely? I am every bit as horny now as I ever was and the fact I am more experienced means that the lucky men who manage to seduce me get far more than they bargained for in the bedroom.

I’m not a cougar though I have had my fair share of relationships with younger men who appreciate what an older lady can do for them. In fact it seems to be the younger guys who do most of the chasing. I suppose older men are trying to get younger women into bed! Oh, the irony of it all. But it was a recent naughty liaison with a strapping young rugby player at a city centre hotel that got me thinking: if young guys dig what I have to offer then maybe I should think about becoming an escort. I mean, I enjoy meeting new and interesting people, I’m a confident woman, I am fit, friendly and ever so fun loving! So, why the hell would I not consider it? I hear that the money is good and obviously it would be an exciting and fulfilling occupation. I love making men happy and if I am being made happy in return then it just seems a win-win to me.  

But is there an age limit to being an escort? I don’t mean that there is a cut-off date. I mean, if a person has no experience as an escort? I ask because I don’t want to approach an escort agency and have them laugh in my face. Should I go for it?

Curiosity killed the cat

Being curious is supposed to be a good thing, at least that’s what my teachers used to say at school. Learn things Johnson they would say and I did, voraciously. I’m rarely without a book by my side and if I ever come across a word or an event that is new to me I will immediately get on the old interweb and find out all about it.

But, trust me: being curious about your partner’s private life is a big no-no. I’ve never been a jealous or insecure type. I have enjoyed an open relationship with at least two former girlfriends. But the day my Emily left her phone at our flat and I decided to take a look was the day that I learned that what you don’t know doesn’t hurt you and that curiosity killed the cat.

You are probably wondering what it was that so upset me. You may also be thinking whatever it was I deserved to be upset because the last thing a person in a relationship should do is check their partner’s phone. But I promise I wasn’t doing it to check up on her, make sure she wasn’t cheating on me or anything. I was genuinely just curious – I mean, we have only been going out with each other for three months and living together for three weeks. OK, let me be absolutely honest: I wondered if she had any sexy nude photographs stored on her phone. What man wouldn’t? Emily is red hot sex on a stick stunning. She is a petite parcel of pure perfection… five foot two of concentrated sex appeal. And what’s more she isn’t lacking in confidence: you should see some of the outfits she wears when she goes out with the girls on a Friday and Saturday night. See through tops; skirts cut to the thigh; hot pants; skin tight body suits. I have seen her is some amazing stuff and that’s before I get into the spicy lingerie she likes to put on for an all-night sex session!

Emily had only been gone five minutes when I noticed she had left her i-phone. I thought that she would have a password but as soon as I picked the device up the screen flashed into life. I ran my fingers across the icy smooth screen and I admit a tingle of excitement ran up my spine. I trembled in anticipation as I looked for the gallery application. And as I suspected red hot Emily had some very red hot pictures stored. I wasn’t shocked to see her in various states of undress, even when I realised that not all of the shots were selfies. I’m not an idiot, of course she would have had sexual partners before me. Thankfully none of the photos was overly explicit though: they were mainly of my girlfriend posing nude or semi-naked, a naughty look on her face and her hands caressing her body.

My curiosity satisfied I put the phone down but there was something nagging at me. Some of the photos must have been quite recent as she had only recently cut her hair into an elfin, tomboy style. And some of these photographs had clearly been taken by another person, man or woman I could not tell. And so I picked up the phone again and checked her messages. Now I was shocked.

It is difficult to explain the emotions I felt when I discovered that my girl was a visiting escort. She worked for one of the top escort agencies in the area, ironically an escort agency that I myself had used for intimate massages and companionship in the past. The girls I met were always stunning, just like Emily and they were very attentive, adventurous and ready and willing to give me what I wanted. I wondered if Emily was the same when she met strangers who had seen her on the agency website. And that made me curious to look at the escort agency web site to see if I could spot my girlfriend in the profiles section.

It didn’t take me long to pick out my girl, even with her face blurred out. Man, she looked so hot I was turned on myself and thinking about the fun we could have when she got home. And that was where it all went wrong. Instead of making the most of my new found knowledge and getting a buzz from making love to such a hot woman with a saucy secret instead I had to go and mention it and ask her to give me the kind of evening she would give a client.

They say curiosity killed the cat. Well in my case it certainly did. There was no hot sex that evening only a lusty longing that would never be satisfied. Well, not until I called the escort agency and booked a hot babe that is! Which is exactly what I did the next day, only her name wasn’t Emily!

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Loving the alien

Is it possible that we are all alone in the universe? The reason I ask is that it has always been a fantasy of mine to be whisked off by a bunch of horny Martians for a spot of probing. It doesn’t seem fair to me that whenever you read of an alien abduction it invariably centres on some poor, illiterate peasant farmer in the Midwest part of the United States. I mean, don’t aliens want to meet a sexy English girl now and again?

One possible way around this was to ask my boyfriend to dress up like Mork but he declined saying it would make him look like an idiot. He didn’t see the irony when he asked me to dress up like Princess Leia in the Return of the Jedi movie. Still, I am up for anything, it was a laugh and actually it turned out to be quite a sex fest if the truth be told. I do look a little like Carrie Fisher actually as I am petite, have a great body with pert bobs and a sexy rear and I have long hair which looks good in a bun. Incidentally my boyfriend has a lot in common with certain parts of Jabba the Hutt but for the sake of decency I will keep that information to myself and you can use your imagination.

So the chances of my meeting an extra-terrestrial for companionship, hot sex and a quick tour of the galaxy seem remote. 

I wonder if there are escorts in outer space. Now wouldn’t that be cool. ET phoning home might become ET phoning for some female company on a weekday evening. Sharing a pizza whilst watching sci-fi, followed by a heavenly massage involving tentacles and space dust! Instead of Eastern European Escorts, English Escorts and Caribbean Escorts it would be sexy Saturn escorts, naughty Neptune escorts and virginal Venusian escorts! Could catch on…

For the time being I will just have to continue fantasising about Captain Kirk boldly going where many a man has gone before when I am making love to my boyfriend. Perhaps I will be able to persuade him to put his phaser on stun for once…

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I mixed up the days and found three escorts knocking on my hotel door! And each of them thought she was my special girl!

I am a regular client of escorts. I love them. I can’t get enough of these sexy girls with their live for the moment attitude, outgoing personalities and let’s be honest about it, fabulous bodies. I have stopped dating ‘ordinary’ girls because they are just so dull in comparison to busty escorts with a sense of adventure. I’m not a boobs or a bum man, I don’t favour the girl next door type of escort over the more ‘obvious’ or glamorous girl, I’m not more keen on Eastern European Escorts to home grown girls. I love them all, though there are three girls I like more than most. In fact I am so keen on being with these escorts that it’s become something of a habit for me to book an escort at the weekend and twice during the week. I usually stick to the same evenings so that I am organised and I make a real night of it, sorting a luxury hotel room and getting the champagne on ice. 

My escort will turn up around five in the afternoon and stay until late in the evening. We will have three or four sensual massage sessions during the course of the evening. We chat and we flirt. I’m very fond of the girls who meet me, very fond indeed. Thing is I make an effort to make each girl feel special and I often tell then that I do not book any other escorts.  And that is where I went wrong. If only I had been upfront and told the stunning model escorts that I love to party with more than one hot escort. The truth would certainly have made life simpler the evening where I got it all mixed up and booked all three girls for the exact same time.

Chantelle arrived first, a few minutes early. She asked me why I was frowning and I quickly adjusted my expression, silently wondering why she was there on a Wednesday. I popped the cork on the champagne and we sat in the large lounge of my suite, the French windows open and a romantic breeze cooling my ardour for the time being. Thinking I had just made a simple mistake and booked the wrong escort I dismissed my doubts only for another knock on the door which when opened revealed Savannah, in a rather fetching low cut top it has to be said. Now, I had been expecting this escort but I didn’t know what to do. Quickly I ushered her into the bedroom and told her to make herself comfortable whilst I hurried back to Chantelle and explained the knocking away saying it was next door! She seemed to accept my explanation but then there was another rapping at the bedroom door and there was no way that I could say it was another room so I said ‘ah, that must be room service’.

Hurrying to the door I quickly opened it a touch and peered round its edge at a very sexy escort called Lacey. She looked amazing in a tight black dress which made the most of her killer curves. My passion now aroused I chivvied her into the second bedroom and, flustered just a little, began to plan how the evening would pan out and how I could enjoy a sensual massage from each and every one of these hot escorts without them knowing what I was up to.

The evening went swimmingly. At least I thought it did. Having three escorts at the same time was a new and invigorating experience, perhaps the most erotic and sensual in my life. I congratulated myself on how well I had done to disguise my indiscretions as I waved goodbye to Chantelle, first to arrive but last to leave. And then I saw it, the card featuring a picture of three sirens seducing a sailor, sitting on the coffee table. It was signed, ‘Your loving girls: Chantelle, Savannah and Lacey, thanks for an evening to remember…’

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I am not a voyeur but it is hard not to look when she leaves the lights on!

I am definitely not a voyeur, unless you count ogling sexy women on the internet. I have never been accused of anything salacious or inappropriate and none of my girlfriends ever had any reason to doubt my fidelity. I respect women, I really do. But there’s this girl who lives across the street from me and she is driving me insane with her naked antics every night. Despite that, I do like to look.

Cindy is not your average sort of girl. For starters she is absolutely stunning, a blonde minx with a beautiful body and a very cheeky smile. Whenever I pass her in the street she says hello and gives me the kind of look that can only mean only thing: I want to have sex with you. Thing is I would love to take this hot girl to bed but there is a problem: I’m living with someone and we are due to be married soon.

Cheating on a partner is not something I have ever considered doing. I think it is important that there is trust in a relationship. I have a friend who regularly meets up with local escorts despite the fact that he is in a long term relationship. He doesn’t apologise for his behaviour, in fact he boasts about the busty escorts he has been with to the lads down the pub. How his Sharon hasn’t found out yet is a mystery to us all. But I’m not like Rob. I sometimes ask myself really honest, searching questions such as do I remain faithful out of respect or fear? I mean, it is one thing not to sleep around because you believe in the institution of marriage or you cherish your partner so much you couldn’t bear to carry the burden of a saucy secret. But then there is staying loyal because you are fearful that you will get caught or you just don’t have the balls to do what you really want to do which is seduce sexy ladies and enjoy having a good time between the sheets with different girls.

Anyway, I don’t know which of the two camps I belong in though I suspect it is the latter. So, Cindy coming on to me is a real problem. She is such a temptress though. The irony is she dresses quite modestly and you wouldn’t know to look at her in her baggy jeans and extra-large woollen jumpers that she is a perfect 10 body wise. So, how do I know? Well, Cindy flashes me every night. It’s true, it’s not my imagination, in all honestly, there is this twenty two year old blonde with a cute smile, model looks, toned body and delicious curves who makes a point of walking around in her apartment naked. Every single night. And with the lights on…

OK, I know what you are thinking: I do not have to look. But I ask you, if the situation was reversed and you stood in my shoes would you be able to resist the temptation to watch a seriously sexy girl with the body of an escort walk around in the nude. In fact it is worse than that: she dances. I can’t quite make out the music but I think it is some kind of hip hop as her moves are incredibly provocative. She is such a turn on. And that is another issue because when I find an excuse to go upstairs and enjoy the nightly show my girlfriend will occasionally pop up stairs and she will notice my excitement if you know what I mean. And so I end up having to make love to Susan whilst thinking about Cindy. Thankfully Susan is a good looking girl herself and she knows a few tricks in the bedroom. Still, doesn’t feel quite right when I am having sex with Susan whilst picturing Cindy astride me!

So, like I said I am not a voyeur. But I do like to look.

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Essex Escorts The hottest sex I never had

I was desperate to get a new dress for Friday night but I’d had a really busy week. I’m a popular girl and in demand with my clients and aside from that I also have my college course to focus on. Thankfully the stores around where I live stay open late at a weekend and after my last date with a very charming and amusing gentleman at a high class hotel I dashed to the nearest tube station and then dashed out as soon as the door opened at my destination and then dashed to the high street and,,, well, I did a lot of dashing!

I got to my favourite clothes store just minutes before closing time and I had to push my way through a swathe of girls heading for the exit. I’d checked out the range of dresses online earlier and knew exactly what I wanted. Should I dare to buy it without trying it on I wondered? But I decided I would push my luck and nip into the changing room: I was going out with the girls and wanted to look my best in case we met up with some hot guys!

Strangely there was no one manning the changing room and so I just waltzed straight in. I stripped off my clothes and hurriedly tried on the dress. It was a tight cocktail dress in black with a short hem and a halter neck. I am slim but with curves in all the right places and the dress highlighted my best feature, my long and lithe legs. The soft black fabric worked well with my long blonde hair and felt good to the touch. I thought that it looked sexy and would be perfect for the party time ahead and so I undid the zipper and peeled the dress off. I was naked underneath and had a sudden shock when I realised that in my haste I hadn’t entirely closed the cubicle curtain. Peeking my head out to see if anyone was about I breathed a sigh of relief when I realised that I was still on my own. Except that I wasn’t. Somewhere close by I could hear sounds like moans and sighs, grunts and gasps. The sounds were unmistakeable; someone was having sex in the changing rooms!

It was quite a turn on realising what was going on only a few feet away but listening wasn’t good enough. I’m a curious kind of girl and I was desperate to see if I could find a way to watch the sexy show. Pulling on my clothes I quietly stepped out into the narrow passageway that separated one row of cubicles from another and I inched my way past each one, pausing momentarily to see if I had discovered the naughty couple. At the fifth cubicle down I knew I had found the lovers and I was in luck as the curtain protecting their privacy wasn’t fully closed.

What an amazing scene I was confronted with. There was a young brunette, still clothed except that her panties were around one of her ankles. She was up against a wall and her legs straddled a man, his trousers pulled down revealing a hairy backside! It was like something out of an erotic movie and her gasps were really hot and steamy. Her eyes were clenched shut in ecstasy and she was whispering to him to take her.  To be honest a part of me wanted to see if I could get involved. I’m a physical girl and I love sex, and the more outlandish the sex scenario is the better as far as I am concerned. And as fate would have it, there I was lost in the moment when I realised that the young girl had opened her eyes and was looking at me. The guy was oblivious to my presence and to this day he probably doesn’t realise that I was there watching him in action!

To my surprise the girl didn’t say anything at all. I watched right up to her loud and delicious orgasm before I slipped away, just in time to catch the last open till. And that is what made this the hottest sex I never had!

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Local Escorts - My granddad met my gran when she was working as an escort!

It was quite a shock I can tell you, but when I found out that my granddad had met my gran when she was working as an escort I was also quite impressed! The thing is I’ve always thought of gran as being really cool. She still dresses quite young and there is a twinkle in the old girls’ eye. One of my mates came round to their house with me one time a few years back and I swear he couldn’t take his eyes of her. Now that was embarrassing but I’m a little bit older and wiser now and I realise that old people are still sexual animals even into their seventies and eighties. Funny how when you’re a teenager you think everyone over forty is ancient and past it!

Anyway, granddad is losing it a bit upstairs and the other night when I was having a tea with gran he began acting a bit weird. Gran had gotten the old photo albums out and was going through some pictures from when she was young, single and fancy free. You could tell looking at the pics that she was quite the glamour queen, really stylishly dressed and dare I say it about my own gran, quite sexy. Then suddenly, out of the blue granddad suddenly started talking about what a good time he used to have with gran when he used to book her for intimate services, as he called it. 

To gran’s credit she didn’t blush or anything, she just took it in her stride, glancing across at the old fella and shushing him in a very coy way I thought. He smiled mischievously and I began to get images of the two of them getting all hot and horny as soon as I was on my way!

I asked gran about it but she was rather evasive, simply saying it was a long time ago. She did say though that being a high class visiting local escorts had been a ‘ball’ whatever that means.

When I got home I asked my dad about it – it’s his mum and dad – and he was more shocked than me. He said he had no idea and that actually it was probably just granddad playing a practical joke on me. There was no way that grandma had been an escort he said, it was a ludicrous suggestion. But I could see he was a little shaken. And when he began behaving in a furtive way I knew that he was up to something. He was no doubt thinking about how he could raise the matter or perhaps he was wondering how to deflect the topic so that I wouldn’t mention it to anyone else. He needn’t have worried, I thought it was cool. I mean, we all have a past and to think my gran used to get all done up and meet clients as an escort is really something. Better still, to think that granddad used to book escorts every weekend made me think all the more highly of the old goat. From now on I am not going to judge someone by their age!

In the meantime, I think a visit from a busty escort is in order. Who knows, I might just meet my soul mate!

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Fun with local escorts at wild wild parties

If I get talking to a guy and I tell him that I went to an all-girl boarding school I get some interesting reactions, most of which focus on some kind of kinky sexual fetish fantasy! I don’t know what these men think we used to get up to after lights out but it wasn’t all wild sex parties with suspender clad St Trinian’s sex pots getting their rocks off with each other and a few smuggled in public schoolboys. Well, at least not every night!

The truth is we did get up to some naughty stuff but nothing more extreme than most girls in their late teens would be involved in. The one thing I would say though is that being in a single sex boarding school when you are eighteen with hormones raging does actually make you think more about sex and it does encourage those of us with a taste for Sapphic sex to be more up front and out there, which I think is refreshing on so many levels.

As a bi-sexual blonde with a great body and a wild and wicked side I got involved in more than my fair share of sexual escapades I guess. I enjoyed some raunchy encounters with other girls in the dormitory but mostly I would sneak out and meet up with older men from the nearby village, rough and ready types who liked their women to be submissive and willing. I loved to play up to that whole sweet little innocent thing, it was so erotically charged for me.

When I went to university to study French it was only natural that I would look to supplement my measly student income by doing some escort work. I use my same sex boarding background in the way that some girls use their love of fun and adventure – the sexy local escorts with the ‘I will try anything once’ hook-line if you like. For me it’s a case of playing up my past for those guys who have a real fantasy going on for college girls who can claim to be all innocent and lacking in experience when it comes to men. You might be surprised how many guys like to show me the ropes. I’m sure they realise that I have had plenty of hot and steamy times with men in my life but we both enjoy the role play so what’s the problem. As long as a guy has a great time and a sensual massage to remember what’s the problem?

I have been thinking of branching out and setting up an escort agency that specialises in posh girls with a past like me. I know that men find my plummy accent ever so saucy and my overbite is a thing of desire apparently. At least that is what one passionate fellow said to me.

So, if you like a girl who likes girls as well as guys and you appreciate a woman with a bit of sophistication and an upper crust background then I am just the one for you. I can’t promise to be wearing my old blazer, short skirt and white stockings above the knees but I can offer you a night to remember with a well-mannered, well-educated and wanton wench!

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He wanted me to pretend I was an escort without knowing I really was an escort!

Some people say that beauty is a curse but I have never felt that way. Sure, as an attractive and sexy escort I often get judged by my looks and it is amazing how some men will just assume I am a bimbo because I have blonde hair and big boobs but who cares? In fact I read somewhere that being an attractive woman is actually very positive when it comes to career progression and earnings potential. And I don’t mean the obvious things when I write about career and earnings such as glamour modelling, being an escort or writhing around as an exotic dancer! I am talking corporate roles.

So, when I got invited to interview for a PA job in the city I approached it with the same confidence that I have when I meet a client from the escort agency. I didn’t get the job as it happens, but I did get to date the CEO!

We arranged to meet up at a swanky hotel in South London. I arrived early and I could see Alec’s jaw drop as he entered the bar and saw me. I had already had to fight off the advances of three men, not unusual if you’re a hot escort by the way. I mean when a girl is not only sexy and beautiful but confident as well it is quite an aphrodisiac for the average male. Well, we soon hit it off and I could tell that Alec had begun to relax and we were laughing and joking like old friends. As an escort I always know the moment to take things to the next level. Sometimes a guy will take control and I must say that I like that but I’m also happy to take the lead myself. It wasn’t all that long before I suggested we take our drinks up to the room. Even though this wasn’t strictly an escort booking, I wanted to give him the full treatment and so I said to him let’s have a fantasy role play: I’ll be an escort and you are my client.

Well he had the absolute best time of his life and whilst he may not be calling South London or East London Escorts to book me we will certainly be meeting up again soon. And he did whisper in my ear that he had some other fantasy ideas he’d like us to explore. Naughty boy!

He asked me to pretend to be an escort. What he didn’t know was that I am an escort.

I met this guy on a night out. Good looking, charming, well to do. Said he had a good job in the city. He was the strong and silent type. Didn’t say much but when he did speak he had a certain power about him. He oozed charisma. But there was something unusual about him if that is the right word. It was like he was an iceberg and all I was seeing was the tip of it. Beneath the surface there was something more.

I had dressed to impress. I hadn’t been out on the tiles for a while and I was looking forward to having a great time. I was supposed to meet up with Sarina, a girl I know from the escort agency. Oh yes, I forgot to mention that I work as a visiting escort. I love it! I get to choose when I want to be available, I meet some really fun people, I earn good money and I get to enjoy myself. I wasn’t working the night I met Ranulph but I certainly caught his eye in my short cocktail dress. I think my legs are my best feature, long and lithe, toned and tempting. I love it when a guy runs his fingers the length of my thigh, just gently brushing the skin. It’s a major turn on for me and I am instinctively drawn to guys who do that without me asking. Ranulph was one of those guys.

The conversation inevitably turned to sex and I found myself discussing my innermost, deepest and most intimate fantasies, stuff I don’t normally reveal on a first date! But there was something commanding about this man and I just found myself putty in his hands. And then he began to tell me what he liked.

Ranulph had a thing for submissive women, light bondage and escorts. He told me that his number one fantasy was to meet up with a woman and take her to bed only to discover that she was an escort! I thought it must be some sort of wind up at first. It just seemed too unlikely, too much of a coincidence. But he seemed so sincere, so honest and genuine. Could he really be about to enjoy something that he had always dreamed of, his number one turn on?

I didn’t know what to say. Having a fantasy is one thing, acting it out in real life is another. And how would he view me afterwards? To be fair I am not in to long term relationships, been there and done that and I have no intention of being pinned down ever again. I like my freedom and my fun too much! I also love my escort lifestyle. And so I thought what the hell, make his day.

If only I was good enough with words to describe the look on his face. His eyes narrowed as if he was weighing me up and deciding if I was having him on or not. Then he whispered ever so softly that he had to have me and he meant right now! How hot was that! I could almost feel his passion, it was tangible. I could also feel his fingers brushing across my thigh under the table. Naughty boy! Just how I like them.

What happened next was amazing but I’m afraid I can’t go into details because then this would be an x rated blog and I would get into trouble! Suffice to say there was some real grown up fun between the two of us that night and I don’t think it will be the last time that Ranulph spends time with an escort, though next time he may have to book me if he wants to combine business with pleasure!

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He asked me to pretend to be an Essex Escort. What he didn’t know was that I am an escort.

I met this guy on a night out. Good looking, charming, well to do. Said he had a good job in the city. He was the strong and silent type. Didn’t say much but when he did speak he had a certain power about him. He oozed charisma. But there was something unusual about him if that is the right word. It was like he was an iceberg and all I was seeing was the tip of it. Beneath the surface there was something more.

I had dressed to impress. I hadn’t been out on the tiles for a while and I was looking forward to having a great time. I was supposed to meet up with Sarina, a girl I know from the escort agency. Oh yes, I forgot to mention that I work as a visiting escort. I love it! I get to choose when I want to be available, I meet some really fun people, I earn good money and I get to enjoy myself. I wasn’t working the night I met Ranulph but I certainly caught his eye in my short cocktail dress. I think my legs are my best feature, long and lithe, toned and tempting. I love it when a guy runs his fingers the length of my thigh, just gently brushing the skin. It’s a major turn on for me and I am instinctively drawn to guys who do that without me asking. Ranulph was one of those guys.

The conversation inevitably turned to sex and I found myself discussing my innermost, deepest and most intimate fantasies, stuff I don’t normally reveal on a first date! But there was something commanding about this man and I just found myself putty in his hands. And then he began to tell me what he liked.

Ranulph had a thing for submissive women, light bondage and essex escorts. He told me that his number one fantasy was to meet up with a woman and take her to bed only to discover that she was an escort! I thought it must be some sort of wind up at first. It just seemed too unlikely, too much of a coincidence. But he seemed so sincere, so honest and genuine. Could he really be about to enjoy something that he had always dreamed of, his number one turn on?

I didn’t know what to say. Having a fantasy is one thing, acting it out in real life is another. And how would he view me afterwards? To be fair I am not in to long term relationships, been there and done that and I have no intention of being pinned down ever again. I like my freedom and my fun too much! I also love my escort lifestyle. And so I thought what the hell, make his day.

If only I was good enough with words to describe the look on his face. His eyes narrowed as if he was weighing me up and deciding if I was having him on or not. Then he whispered ever so softly that he had to have me and he meant right now! How hot was that! I could almost feel his passion, it was tangible. I could also feel his fingers brushing across my thigh under the table. Naughty boy! Just how I like them.

What happened next was amazing but I’m afraid I can’t go into details because then this would be an x rated blog and I would get into trouble! Suffice to say there was some real grown up fun between the two of us that night and I don’t think it will be the last time that Ranulph spends time with an escort, though next time he may have to book me if he wants to combine business with pleasure!

My neighbour knows that I am fond of the girl so why does he book my favourite escort? Is it just to spite me?

I made the biggest mistake of my life when I told my neighbour I was seeing a visiting escort and that I had strong feelings for her because now he deliberately books her to scupper my weekly plans for some fruity full on fun. I’d thought I could confide in him but in hindsight I wish I’d kept my big trap shut! I was just so happy though, so content and it was great to share my feelings with someone else. If I’m honest I also wanted to show off a little. I mean, I don’t normally get to spend intimate time with stunning, fit young women. Not now I’m a pensioner at any rate.

I’m in my sixties and live alone. I’d never thought about booking an escort but then an old pal told me what a wonderful time he had enjoyed with a busty blonde escort from a local agency. I was a bit nervous about making a booking at first but I was surprised at just how easy and stress free it was. The agency staff were really friendly and my companions sounded really sweet on the phone, really nice. But when I saw her in the flesh I was blown away: she was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.

Amelia (not her real name as I feel obliged to protect her identity given the personal revelations in this blog) is tall, slim, confident and ever so sexy. She has this pouting full mouth that just begs to be kissed. She is fun and flirty and very suggestive. In her profile it said she was adventurous and always up for a new experience and I found her all that and more. I’m not the most confident of men but Amelia immediately put me at ease and pretty soon I found myself enjoying the most amazing sensual massage with long forgotten feelings and sensations once again washing over my body.

So far, so good but I made the mistake of boasting about my incredible evening to my neighbour, Barry. We were both pottering about in our respective gardens, supping on a cup of tea and enjoying some late afternoon sunshine when he initiated the conversation that was to make my life miserable. His enquiry seemed so innocent but I should have realised that something was afoot when he asked me if it was my granddaughter he had seen leaving my house the previous evening. Pretty girl he said and I couldn’t help but go into detail. I was all puffed about the previous night’s events and just couldn’t help myself: I told him everything including the agency the escort worked for and her name and some rather intimate stuff that I should have kept to myself.

Next thing I know Amelia turns up at his door! She even smiled to me as I looked out from behind my curtain. The ignominy! I know that Barry is just doing this to have some fun at my expense and I hope that Amelia prefers me when it comes to the whole girlfriend experience thing. I’m much more interesting than Barry, really I am. I mean, I’ve done things in life. I’ve travelled.

I apologise if I am rambling on, it’s just that I am finding it difficult to think as I write this. The walls are thin at my place and through my open bedroom window I can hear them enjoying a good time next door. It’s driving me crazy! I’ve already called the agency to book Amelia at the weekend but apparently she is already engaged. I bet I can guess who with and all!

I’m determined to put all of this behind me. I’ve booked a different escort: a really hot brunette Escort from Eastern Europe. That will show him! In fact I may even get him to think I like her more than Amelia and that way he will book her leaving Amelia free to join me for a glass of chilled wine and a massage on Saturday. Job done!

My sister is an escort and much in demand, so much so that she wants me to pretend to be her

My twin sister has been working as an escort for a while and she is doing really well. She has the clothes, the designer bags, the nice car, and the fancy holidays. She’s doing so well that she can’t keep up with demand. But now she’s met this guy and she’s in that loved up honeymoon period when they can’t keep their hands off each other. Trouble is she is so used to living the high life that she has asked me if I will pretend to be her and meet her clients.

I’m terrified at the prospect. I told her there was no way that I could meet up with strangers and give them a sensual massage. I’m not all that experienced with men, unlike my sister who has always had a rather active social life. In fact I can’t remember a time when my sister hasn’t had a man in her life. And then there is the whole personality thing. My sister Jennifer is so adventurous and she just loves fun. I know for a fact that she has had at least two threesomes and I also know that she has had sex with women as well as men.

Me on the other hand, well I am little miss sweet and innocent. I’ve never been promiscuous or sexually adventurous. I’ve had very few boyfriends and whilst I am not a virgin, you can count my sexual experiences on one hand. I lost my virginity to my first serious boyfriend and that was three years ago when I was seventeen. Since then I have only dated a couple of other guys.

So the idea that I could suddenly transform myself into a confident, alluring escort is fantasy! At least that’s what I told myself but somehow my sister convinced me otherwise. It wasn’t just the financial rewards that she described, though the idea of being able to get those things I dream of when I check out the latest fashions on the internet was quite appealing. The thing that convinced me was the excitement, the idea that I could be a person so far removed from my normal self, I could play a part and feel that it wasn’t really me, it was another young woman giving pleasure to a stranger.

Of course as my first appointment neared I began to feel nervous. Butterflies invaded my stomach, the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. My mouth was dry and my palms were sweaty. I told myself to snap out of it and I began to create my new persona in my head. Sweet and innocent Susan became confident and wild Sarina.

The clothes helped. My sister was away for a dirty weekend with her fella and had given me permission to raid her wardrobe. I couldn’t believe some of the lingerie items I found. I knew Sarah was a vamp but I had no idea just how naughty she really was. At first I thought there was no way that I could wear some of the items but then I told myself it wasn’t Susan it was Sabrina getting dressed and at once I found a different personality take over, a personality that thrived on sex and sexuality. I choose the most outrageous underwear.

Of course I had to wear stockings and suspenders, high heels and a skirt that made the most of my pert behind. I have small but firm breasts and I decided to wear a white silk blouse and go braless. I knew that my hard nipples poking through the delicate fabric would be appreciated. For good measure I tucked a blindfold into my pocket. Who knows what fancy might take me?

The man I was to meet was called Simon. He was an investment banker who spent a lot of his time travelling and he liked to liven up his airport hotel stays by inviting a lady or two to join him for drinks and potential afters. I had already promised Sarah that she would receive no complaints about me. If I was going to do this then I was going the distance. Simon would have the time of his life.

I stepped out of the lift and walked along the cushioned carpeted hallway to the luxury hotel room. Knocking at the door I took the opportunity to tousle my short curly blonde hair, giving me a somewhat ravaged but sexy look. The door opened and I was surprised to find that Simon was a man in his sixties. He still looked in good shape, he was tall and I could tell that he looked after himself. It was a slight shock to my system though as I had never been with a man older than me. My last boyfriend was in fact two years younger than me at eighteen. A slight worry crossed my mind that I would somehow disappoint him: after all he was very experienced and had probably enjoyed a sensual massage from many hot and spicy escorts in the past. I shrugged off the concerns. I looked amazing and what man wouldn’t be happy just being in my company, especially with what I had planned for the evening.

It wasn’t the last time I was to see Simon. After our illicit liaison – I soon discovered that Simon was married but in all honesty that only added to the erotic excitement of it all. I was no longer playing Sabrina, I was Sabrina! In fact, Sarah has discovered a new girl on the block who is even more popular than she is. I’m thinking though of suggesting that we operate as a pair. Can you imagine how many men would clamour for a date with blonde, sexy twins?

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The Escort with a lot to learn

Tanya was only twenty three when she discovered that she liked a particular type of sex. A type of sex that was taboo, well, at least it was taboo in her culture. It had happened by chance. She had picked up a guy at a bar. That wasn’t uncommon for Tanya as she enjoyed meeting strangers and having sex with them. But this guy had been different. Usually she was the one on top. Usually she was the one in control, who decided what positions to get pleasure from, what he would do to her and when, how she would tease and please her man. But not this time, not with Tom, Tom was different.

It had taken her by surprise when Tom undressed and revealed his muscled torso, pectorals twitching and his arms bulging. His upper body was covered in tattoos, the motif death and destruction. There was a look in his eye that impressed her, a confidence that said I am in charge. And she had submitted to him.

Tom had taught Tanya things that she had never dreamed of. All of her inhibitions had been demolished one by one. She realised that she had been quite ‘straight’ in the bedroom as well as ‘straight’ when it came to her sexuality. But that night Tom had taken her through an A to Z of sexual intercourse. And when she thought they were done, Tom would come back for more.

On their third date Tom had asked Tanya to strip naked and lie on a bed, her face in the pillow. Then he had stood and watched her, for what seemed like an eternity. Then the hotel door opened and she heard someone walk in. Low, whispering voices, another woman. When the escort first touched her Tanya had tingled with delight. Tiny sparks of pleasure danced about her toned body. The sensual massage had been wonderful. The whole experience, and the way that Tom orchestrated every aspect of it had left her breathless. She realised that she loved the touch of a woman and a man in control. Being a submissive was the natural next step. And Tom would be her master.

Over the next weeks and months Tom taught Tanya the joy of being a submissive. She took to his instruction with a passion and eagerness that pleased her master. Inch by inch she succumbed to his deepest desires, until at least she was perfect. And then came her final challenge.

Arriving precisely at the appointed hour Tanya sat at the bar and surveyed the room. She had been told that a man would approach her. He would be a stranger. He would be someone looking for a new experience; someone wanting to take things to the limits; and someone who had particular needs. Though Tanya did not know any details of what he enjoyed or how he enjoyed it. She only knew that for tonight she would be an escort with a difference: a girl who would go all the way without limits, without bounds, a woman who would give herself completely without question.

She was dressed as instructed, in a tight black dress, the low cut bodice attracting plenty of male attention along with the revealing split to the top of her thigh. Her hair was up and her lips were heavily rouged. Dark eye make-up added to her allure and of course she wore the essential stiletto heels. One by one men approached her and she fended them off with an indifferent shrug. When her client arrived she would know.

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They were paper thin walls and I could hear them going at it like rabbits. It was quite the turn on, but when I stepped into the hallway of the hotel and my wife came out of the room next door it didn’t seem quite so arousing!

I secretly meet up with escorts. Have been doing so for years. It’s not that I am unsatisfied with my wife. She gives as good a massage as anyone. But, well, who wants to eat the same food every day for the rest of the life? And given we have been married some thirty years she isn’t in the full bloom of youth anymore. Sorry to say it but that is the truth. Well, in my experience variety is everything they say it is and I like to spice up things by seeing sexy girls from a local escort agency. I’ve had some amazing times and well, there’s no damage done is there? It’s like people say, what she doesn’t know doesn’t hurt her! But the tables were well and truly turned on me let me tell you, big time!

Having told the missus I was off down the pub for a couple of beers with the lads I duly took me self to a fancy hotel a couple of miles away for my weekly rendezvous with a busty escort. I’m a legs man myself and the agency I deal with has some really stunning long legged girls from Eastern Europe. Throw in some blonde hair and a pert behind and I am in heaven, every Saturday night!

This week I was meeting Mischa, a lovely lady from Poland with the most amazing body and if her profile was anything to go by a really adventurous side to her. I love confident, naughty young women and she sounded perfect. And when she turned up she was everything I thought she would be and more. But, half way through our encounter and just as Mischa was warming me up for a massage I was distracted by the sound of a couple next door clearly having very energetic sex. The woman sounded like she was in the throes of ecstasy as the bed posts banged repeatedly against the wall of my room. Me and Mischa enjoyed the thrill of listening in as the couple had a raunchy romp and we almost cheered when the woman screamed out her lover’s name as she enjoyed a full bodied orgasm.

I wish I had left it at that but fifteen minutes later when I heard the door of the couple’s room opening I couldn’t help myself, I just had to see the lady in question. It was curiosity and also a bit of lechery thrown in. She had sounded like such a sex machine I just had to confirm the image I had drawn in my mind which I just knew would fuel my fantasy for some time to come. Big mistake! I was stripped down to my underpants when I quietly unlocked my hotel room door and peered around the corner towards the retreating couple who were heading for the lift.

I know my wife’s rear. And I also know my best friend when I see him.

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