My sexy salsa dance partner has a saucy secret

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!

I was watching that Davina McCall doing a five hundred mile cycle, swim and run for Sports Relief and I was so taken with her persistence, courage, endurance and fortitude that I thought to myself I too am going to sacrifice my own health and well-being in order to help those less fortunate than me in far flung countries! So I decided that I would do a sponsored date an escort odyssey. The idea was a simple one, I would spend time with as many escorts as I could and my friends would foot the bill. Anything left over after the cost of champagne and cigs was accounted for would go to a good cause. Now you can’t say fairer than that.

I have to be honest: I wasn’t all that impressed with the initial response I received from my mates. I even had to shut down my ‘sponsor a sensual massage with a stunning escort’ Facebook page. People can be so mean! There I was putting my body on the line in order to bring a little sunshine into the life of someone in an African village and all I was getting was negativity and abuse! It was almost enough for me to lose faith in human nature! But, having watched another five minutes of Davina crying I decided that I shouldn’t give up and so I recruited a close friend of mine who works as an escort – her name is Anna Marie and my word is she a hot piece! – and asked her to approach my friends instead. The response was phenomenal. Granted they thought that they would be spending time with Anne Marie when they coughed up but all’s fair in love, war and charity work as far as I’m concerned and anyway I wasn’t to be denied, I was a man on a mission.

Unfortunately I soon realised that I hadn’t included hotel costs in my calculations and I was sorely disappointed when I approached several well-known establishments in the area and suggested that they might want to provide a penthouse suite in order for me to go through the ordeal of several sensual and sexy massages in a marathon of teasing and pleasing and they rejected my kind offer! Can you belive it? They would have received no end of publicity for a mere few hundred quid. I would have gladly dropped the demand for champers and room service if only they hadn’t hung up the phone on me so quickly!

There was nothing for it but to use my own place. Well, when I say my own place I mean my best mates place. He’s away on holiday at the moment and what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Besides, if he knew the good deed he was sponsoring he would probably have gladly offered me the contents of his fridge. I do like a drop of that Spanish stuff, don’t you? And the Chablis went down a treat with the girls though he let me down only having half a dozen bottles to hand. I’ll have to speak to him about that. Once he calms down.

And the evening? A sexy success! I can’t wait for Comic Relief.

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I want to be an escort but my convent school upbringing keeps getting in the way

I’m eighteen, pretty and I have a secret desire to meet up with strangers for fruity fun. You are probably thinking what’s stopping you but you see I was educated at a convent school and the teaching I received is rooted deep in my psyche. The funny thing is mind that there are plenty of girls I went to school with who have no such misgivings. My best friend, Rosalind or Ros for short, makes her living entertaining men at an exclusive gentleman’s club. She has so many sugar daddies we girls have nicknamed her ‘sweet tooth’. Mind you she is very sexy, she could even persuade me to change sides, especially when she wears that naughty secretary outfit of hers complete with a silk blouse knotted below her bosom, short black skirt and hold up stockings, the top visible to all. Just add in the heels and the black spectacle frames (no lenses) and you get the picture. She boasts about how she is always being given presents. I bet she is and I am so envious of her confidence. Has she forgot what the Mother Superior taught us about men? The short answer is ‘yes’.

Then there’s Bernadette. She was such a sweet and innocent thing at school. Butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth but not anymore. These days she lives life to the full working as a high class escort. She wears the most beautiful clothes, her hair is always immaculate, and her handbags are designer. She once showed me her underwear collection and every item was to die for. Bernie is a tomboy in real life but when she transforms herself into Genevieve she is the most sophisticated, sensual and sexy woman you can imagine. With her tall and pert physique, long and curly brown hair, high cheekbones and full mouth you could be forgiven for mistaking her for a fashion model but most fashion models don’t have her confidence and certainly not her expensive wardrobe. Her latest client is a mega rich executive and he is showering her with gifts at the moment. No doubt what she provides is worth the expense!

So, what about poor old me? I’m just as attractive as my two friends, some would say even more so. I have curves in all the right places yet I am slim and tall. With my long blonde locks and legs up to my armpits I could have any man I want. And yet, I keep hearing the diatribes from my youth. Bernie has told me that she has spoken to a man at an escort agency and he is desperate to meet me. She’s told me that I will have a great time meeting clients and giving them a good time. She’s said that whatever I want will be mine. Should I just ignore the past and live in the present, making the most of the assets nature gave me? The idea of a never ending party with sexy and adventurous guys who will take control and teach me how to be the best escort is appealing but scary all at the same time. There is one possible way forward though. Bernie’s rich guy wants her to bring a friend along the next time she visits and she has suggested to me that this would be an ideal way to learn the ropes. He’s great fun she says and is sure to be more than appreciative of my efforts. What do you think? Should I go for it and become an escort?

My new girlfriend spends money like there’s no tomorrow yet she claims to be a shop assistant! Do you think she has a secret, like she is a hostess or an escort?

I met this amazing girl a fortnight ago. It wasn’t just that she looked great, she did, it was the way that she was with me, like the perfect companion, attentive, thoughtful, interested and sweet. I was hurt in a previous relationship and so I am very careful when it comes to women. I know I shouldn’t have trust issues just because my ex was a right cow but I can’t help it. The thing is I know that insecurity is a real turn off for a woman because I read this article online about how to seduce women who were out of your league and it stressed being confident but not overbearing. It’s a hard trick to pull off but when I have managed to do it I have landed myself some very hot chicks. And Amy was the hottest of them.

I first saw Amy when I was out doing a bit of shopping. She was with a couple of girlfriends sitting outside a café and sipping wine. When she crossed her legs her short skirt rode up her thigh and I have to say it was one of the most erotic things I have ever witnessed. There was something about the unselfconscious act that was a real turn on. And then there was the way that the girls interacted. It was obvious that they were talking about sex or men or both because they kept giggling and throwing back their hair in that way girls do when they are being frisky.

Then this guy appeared, an older man and Amy got up as he approached and left with him, arm in arm. I felt my heart sink and suddenly my mood changed. I can be a bit like that, up one minute and down the next. I blame that on my ex too.

Anyway, a week later I saw her again, this time she was waiting to go into a fitting room at a department store. I quickly picked up a garment just so that I could stand near her but I must have been too obvious because she smiled at me in a sort of conspiratorial, I know what you are up to way. But what happened next was the most exciting thing I have ever had the good fortune to experience. I walked into the fitting room a few moments after Amy and I noticed that she had left the curtain just slightly open. Slightly, but just enough for me to enjoy the slow and deliberate striptease as she shed item after item until she was left wearing nothing but her tiny panties. I couldn’t help but stare, open mouthed and she caught me unawares as she looked up at me. She didn’t look away however and nor did she close the curtains. Instead she maintained eye contact and then ushered me over to her, pulling me into her cubicle and treating me to some of the best sensual action I’ve known.

We became an item after that but I couldn’t help but wonder about her confident and promiscuous attitude to life. She stressed to me that she believed in monogamy but I just didn’t buy it as she was always making excuses why we couldn’t see each other on Friday nights. And then I noticed how she had this amazing designer wardrobe and yet she claimed she worked as a shop assistant. I began to think that she may be stringing me along. And to have the kind of money she had she had to work as a hostess at a gentleman’s club, as a lap dancer or as a high class escort.

The sex was still great but my demons were beginning to reveal themselves and I knew that Amy was finding my constant questioning about her whereabouts tiring. There is only one thing for it: I will have to follow her and see what she gets up to when I am not there. There’s no other way to deal with this don’t you think?