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!