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!

http://www.local-escorts.co.uk

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!

http://www.local-escorts.co.uk/essex-escorts/romford-escorts/

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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http://www.local-escorts.co.uk/hertfordshire-escorts/