After breaking up with a long term
girlfriend I found myself at something of a loss. All of my friends
were in steady relationships and it soon became clear to me that
their partners were the possessive types: even the suggestion of a
couple of pints after work was met with a shrug of the shoulders and
a ‘perhaps next week pal’. If I was to get out and about and meet
a woman I had to find an alternative to bars and clubs. These days
people seem to go out as couples or in large groups and it can be
daunting approaching a woman who is surrounded by friends, especially
in the age of girl power, sexual politics and ladettes!
I considered internet dating but I find
that whole online stuff a little intimidating. I mean, are the
photographs real and recent? Is the description genuine? No one wants
to come across as dull or average after all and so I think most
people exaggerate their accomplishments, add some gloss to their
lifestyle, and basically big themselves up. As someone who has always
struggled to break up with a girl I didn’t want to find myself
caught in a dating trap.
I also thought about booking an escort.
There is a lot to be said for a no strings attached liaison. The
escorts I looked at on the web were absolutely gorgeous. You could
feel the sex appeal oozing off the page. And what can I write about
some of the almost erotic poses? Well, let’s just say that they
left little to the imagination and I have quite an imagination let me
tell you! There was one girl who really stood out for me. I love long
curly blonde hair and I also have a thing for a slim girl in a basque
corset. I think it’s the thought of untying the lace at the back
and unwrapping the delights hidden within. Or maybe I have just read
too many bodice ripper erotic stories! Anyway I would have booked the
stunning escort if it wasn’t for the fact that I met Monique.
Monique is part French, part Spanish
and absolutely all woman! I had tried the salsa route which I
understood from a mate to be a sure fire way to meet hot women. And
he was right. With three girls to every guy it was a dater’s dream.
However I soon discovered that most of the women were in
relationships, many of them were married as their ring finger
attested. Most had partners who didn’t like dancing you see, and so
whilst their women were sashaying her bits about the dance floor they
would no doubt be in the pub drinking beer with their mates or
perhaps enjoying some saucy fun with a bit on the side. I did say I
had quite an imagination!
Well, the evening wore on and I became
a little disheartened. I was about to leave when Monique arrived,
apologising to the instructor for being late. She looked a little
dishevelled, as though she had just got out of bed, and her eyes were
a little smoky. In short she looked like a party girl who had just
enjoyed hot sex at an orgy! I liked her. And she looked strangely
familiar somehow.
Plucking up courage I approached the
busty blonde, my eyes running up and down her slim but womanly torso.
Her legs seemed to go on forever and I just loved the fact that she
wore a long skirt with a split up the side, perfect for a sexy salsa
routine. Monique smiled at me and there was a naughty look in her eye
as she met my gaze.
We danced. Or I should say Monique
danced and I did my best not to embarrass myself! They say that
dancing is just vertical sex and with Monique moving in such a
sensual and confident way I would have to agree. I was in lust with
the girl. But however much she impressed me with her moves on the
dance floor, her antics in the bedroom were even more stupendous. We
had only just walked into her apartment but she was already kissing
me and unbuttoning my shirt. I responded in kind and my excitement
reached new heights when I realised she was wearing a basque corset
similar to the one that my favourite escort wore.
After a passionate romp we lay back,
our bodies glistening with sweat, panting and gasping for breath. I
had never been so satisfied by a woman. She was sex on a stick hot!
When she went to the bathroom to freshen up I felt all warm and
glowing, smug almost. What a woman and what a lucky man I was! She
was everything I wanted and more. And then her landline phone rang
and after a few moments it switched to answering machine mode. It was
a client asking when they could next meet up and how he could not get
that night out of his head and couldn’t wait to be with her again.
Monique was an escort! And I suddenly realised why she seemed so
familiar. She was my escort, my favourite girl from the web site.
Could I date a girl who works as an escort? One who dances as well as
Monique I could!
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