I have a bad back and so when I asked a friend if he knew someone who could give me a good massage little did I know he had given me the telephone number of an escort agency. That was fine, until my wife checked my phone.

I’d like to think that I can take a joke. Given that I have a reputation as something of a prankster it wouldn’t be right if I got all moody and sulky if anyone had a laugh at my expense. But how could I be happy when someone’s practical joke has led to me being banished from the marital bed and consigned to the sofa?

It all started innocently enough. I was down at the pub enjoying a few pints with my mates when I happened to mention that I was suffering from a bit of back pain, after pulling a muscle at work. I’m a builder and I often have to lift or carry heavy materials and as soon as I picked up the lintel I knew I was in trouble. I wasn’t warmed up, simple. But man was I suffering every time I sat down or got up off the bar stool.

My mates thought it was hilarious, especially my former best pal Keith. Keith was mad at me because I set him up on a date and I hired a transvestite to turn up as ‘sexy Susie’. I’ve never laughed so much in my life but for some reason he didn’t see the funny side. He’s hardly spoken to me since.

Anyway to my surprise Keith was the first to pipe up when I asked if anyone knew of a good masseur who could ease my back trouble. He immediately gave me a number and suggested that I ask for a girl called Holly. I said thanks and that was that, I called Holly. I was a little suspicious when Keith whispered something to the lads and they all burst out laughing but I put it to the back of my mind assuming Keith was making a joke about my sex life or lack of given my problems.

I got through to the massage agency right away and within minutes Holly was on the line asking me about arrangements and what I would like. It all seemed pretty professional to be honest and I just told her that I really needed a good seeing to and that it had been a while since I’d been able to get up to anything, what with the pain. She sounded really sympathetic and suggested that we get together because she was sure that she could sort me out. I asked where she was based and I would pop around but she explained that she was outcall only. I wasn’t sure if my wife would appreciate me getting a massage from a sexy girl in our own home – I distinctly got the impression on the phone that Holly was a ‘looker’ and my wife is the jealous type - so I asked if she was amenable to a session in a hotel and to my surprise she said that would be fabulous. I said I would text the room number as soon as I had booked and that was that.

Well, Holly duly turned up at the appointed hour and I immediately realised why Keith had all of the guys in stitches: Holly was an escort. But boy was she beautiful, stunning and oh so sexy. She looked amazing in her short skirt and high heels and even with a coat on I could tell that she had a sensational body. What was I to do? Well, I invited her into the room of course. And I tell you what, when Holly had finished with me there was a smile on my face and my back felt just great!

If it had all ended there that would have been ok. But you see Keith wanted his revenge. And so he told my wife that he saw me get a number from a girl in the pub. She checked my phone. The rest as they say is history. Do I mind being in the doghouse? Not one bit. In fact I am seeing Holly later tonight. And she is bringing her friend Amy with her…

http://www.essex-escorts-agency.co.uk/essex/harlow-escorts/

I had to spend the night in a cupboard when his wife turned up unannounced!

He didn’t tell me he was married. There was no wedding band, no photographs about the house and no sign of a woman’s touch. But he was married as I found to my cost when we were enjoying a particularly intimate moment in his bedroom and we heard the key turn in the lock.

The look on his face was priceless, a mixture of panic and real fear. I didn’t understand at first and I asked him what the matter was but he just kept mumbling under his breath and cursing. I’ve never seen a man get dressed so quickly but I didn’t see any reason to rush, until he grabbed me by the arm and begged me to do him a really big favour. I agreed and so it came to be that I spent an entire night in a broom cupboard listening to my date for the evening – I am an escort by the way – having hot, passionate and noisy sex with his wife only a few feet away from me.

To be honest it was quite a turn on listening to the couple and so I was a little naughty, opening the cupboard door a few inches, just enough for me to be able to watch. I’m a visual kind of girl and the view of the couple getting it on was really exciting. I decided to film them on my mobile phone and that almost gave the game away because a light came on. I quickly ditched the camera idea and just enjoyed the event real time instead. As an escort I am a firm believer in discretion but then again, it wasn’t my idea to be in a broom cupboard. I would be well paid of course. As anyone knows an escort for an hour or two is fantastic value pound for pound. I mean, how many guys get to enjoy extra special attention from a gorgeous girl? If you were dating someone it would cost just as much by the time you factor in a meal, some drinks and a cab. But if you book an escort for an entire evening you need to be minted, I admit it. And my boy had better be seriously loaded because he wanted me to stay a whole eight hours in an uncomfortable space and leave in the morning after his wife went to work.

As it happens his wife was a nurse and had an early shift. I would have thought she was a sex worker because she was such an animal in bed, but know she worked in accident and emergency. As a bi-sexual escort I enjoy the company of women as well as men and I wouldn’t have minded an hour or two with her myself. Anyway, she left around seven in the morning and I emerged from my room and collected my money. But then he asked me if I had another couple of hours free as it would be a shame not to carry on where we left off the night before. I wasn’t doing anything so I thought why not. I still had images of him and his wife naked and enjoying a full on sex session so there was a little bit of pent up desire within me that I needed to take care of. He got the best sensual massage of his life that morning I assure you!

They were wild, they were wanton and they were willing!

There are girls who can chew a man up and spit him out. They can give him the best of times and they can break his heart. The wild ones can make you feel really alive, but can destroy your dreams. I know, because I have just spent a long, raucous, raunchy and sexually satisfying weekend with not one wild child but two!

I met Hermione and Charlotte at a local pub. They were posh totty on the pull and had a thing for working men. It was like some kind of game for them, coming across all lardy da and upper crust but revelling in the company of rough men like me who know how to handle a confident and sassy woman. Well, at least I thought I did. Hermione and Charlotte taught me different.

Charlotte was a classical beauty, tall, slim, leggy, all Rosie Huntingdon Whitely. Hermione was petite, feisty, a redhead. She liked to show off her amazing figure in tight jeans and high heels, a crop top making the most of her best asset, her amazingly toned stomach. The girls acted as though they were intimate with each other but that was just part of the act, getting all the guys turned on. Of course I knew that two well educated, well-spoken and well to do twenty somethings like these two would not be interested in any long term thing with a guy like me, but then who cares? If I could enjoy a threesome with a couple of nubile and naughty young women then who was to blame me?

What followed was a sensual romp across the city, punctuated by parties here, there and everywhere. And each party was an absolute blast though the girls often disappeared for half an hour at a time and I began to be suspicious. At each party I was introduced by a different name and a different occupation. At party A I was Rob, ex SAS. At party B I was Jim, head bouncer at a local club. At party C I was Stevo, bodyguard to the rich and famous. I thought it was funny at first but once the pattern was established, new party, introductions, girls disappeared, I became rather irritated by it all and so I confronted them. At what point was I going to join in with the fun?

When the wad of fifty pound notes was thrust into my hand mid diatribe I suddenly realised what had been going on. I should have known that the girls were high class escorts! I mean it was obvious! They were drop dead gorgeous, refined, sexy, fun loving and up for anything! I mean these girls were red hot sex on a stick amazing! Of course the revelation that they were escorts brought it all home to me. They didn’t frequent my pub because they wanted a bit of rough, they visited it to find someone who could pose as muscle! Well, I made it clear that they should have been upfront with me. I would have said more but at that point we stopped at another house and before I could object they had whisked me inside. To my surprise there was no party. Just me, the girls and a penthouse flat with the biggest bed I had ever seen. All that was left to do was to enjoy the many delights on offer…

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

It was just like any other normal day, to begin with. I’d done a tiring shift at work and after a quick pint at the local boozer I began the long journey home. The railway station was busier than usual and as the seven thirty service had been cancelled the platform was a heaving and sweaty mass, undulating like a massive wave with each false alarm as announcement after announcement signalled yet another annoying delay. But then I saw her.

She was standing towards the end of the platform and appeared lost in thought, gazing away past the heaving throng towards the promise of open spaces. Her blonde hair was in a bun and her lips were full and rouged. She wore a grey business suit fitted at the waist and the pencil skirt clung tightly to her pert behind. Her black high heels emphasised the sexy silhouette of her toned figure and when she crouched to massage her shapely calves I couldn’t help but stare, enjoying a stolen view of her bosom as she bent over. I was transfixed, beside myself with desire, fascination and longing. I just had to have her.

When the train did eventually arrive it was something of a squeeze to get all and sundry aboard. It was even more of a problem for me as I manufactured a way to move down the carriages until my girl once again came into view. She was stunning and it was no surprise to me that all eyes were upon her, mine included. I felt a sharp sense of embarrassment however when she turned her head and fixed her gaze on me. Yet still I could not look away and instead I wallowed in the deep blue pools. Then she smiled and I smiled back. And that was how I came to know Jenny. If only I had left it there I might have spared myself the agonies I have since endured since I learned she is a highclass escort.

The first night we spent together was magical. I had never met such a sensual woman, one so in touch with her sexuality and so capable in bed. It may be a cliché but she truly did make me feel like a new man and as we lay post coitus in each other’s arms and whispered sweet nothings to each other I wondered for a moment whether she was the one. ‘The one…’ The words weigh heavy on the tongue. Relationships, responsibility, romance and the thought of never making love to another woman was a terrifying concept. But she was special and I could not imagine living without her. And then she asked me what I did for a living and I replied, innocent and unaware of the bombshell she was about to detonate. She was an escort.

She spoke matter of factly and one has to admire a girl with such honesty. But then why lie? She told me that she enjoyed what she did but I had to understand that meant that there could not be any long term thing between us. She enjoyed living the high life, having her sexy adventures, travelling and entertaining rich and powerful older men. She hoped I understood and she even tried to lessen the pain by suggesting we could meet up whenever she was in town. She liked me she said, very much. If she ever thought about settling down and playing happy families I would be the first to know. Of course I kept a stiff upper lip, maintained my composure and smiled back at her, bathing in her beauty and fighting time itself, battling against its inexorability. And then the evening was at an end.

Now, each night I stand on the platform at the same time hoping to catch a glimpse of my girl, but I never do.

Miss has a saucy secret

I love my job, helping to shape young minds, mould future generations and help build individuals with a happy and healthy world view. From a very early age I knew that I wanted to be a teacher, a primary school teacher mind, not a teacher at some grotty secondary school full of undisciplined youths with their sullen and surly ways! I like the bright primary colours of my classroom, the rows of small desks for small people, the paints, pots and pans, the marker pens, the glue, the wet area and the sand pit. I love the interaction with the children, the funny things they say. There is no better job. Well, just one.

You see I may be a twenty year old, prim and proper teacher by day but at night I am a full on vamp, a sexy, spirited, saucy and adventurous escort who just loves to tease and please. And why not? I can’t be the only one with two sides to their personality. The angel on my left shoulder, the goody two shoes, the sweet and innocent Miss Stevens who wears the buttoned up blouses, the flat shoes and the ankle length skirts. The sexy little devil on my right, all Betty Boop, curvy, provocative and promiscuous, the red hot Stacey Stevens with a little black book of clients who enjoy her extra special attention and are always left begging for more.

Of course I keep my two lifestyles entirely separate and being a single girl I have no partner to worry about. I couldn’t imagine giving myself to just one man for the rest of my life, that idea is totally anathema to me. No, I like the thrill and excitement of meeting new people and giving them the time of their life. And believe me I am good at what I do…

Some escorts have to learn their ‘trade’, not me. I am a natural at what I do, throwing myself wholeheartedly into every sexy encounter. I always aim to make my client’s experience special, memorable… breathtaking even. I want to be the best escort in North London and certainly none of the guys I have dated would argue with that! There is a sensual massage then there is Stacey’s superlative sensual massage!

So, those of you with preconceptions about women in caring or teaching roles, think again. Just because a woman appears to be the shy and sweet type that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have another side to her. And as long as none of the dads or staff from my school visit the escort agency site and try to book me then my saucy secret is safe. Though that idea does make me laugh because it reminds me of one date I went on where the client asked if I minded dressing up for him. I’m up for fun and so I had no problem with that at all. Guys often ask you to be a French maid or a naughty nurse or a sexy secretary. But when this guy asked me to dress up as a school teacher I just had to say no! That would have been just a tad too weird don’t you think?

Mechanic by day, escort by night

There are those who think that a womancannot do a “man’s job” and be glamorous at the same time but in my opinion they are just chauvinists and are living in the past. I am proof personified that a woman can get her hands dirty as a grease monkey but can still have a man drooling when I dress up for a night out.

There were two things I loved as a child, cars and clothes. As the only girl growing up in a house full of men – I have six brothers and mum moved out when I was little to be with her ‘fancy man’ as dad called him – it was perfectly natural for me to take an interest in football, rugby, cars and even, by the time I was in my late teens, women! It wasn’t unusual for me to date one of my brother’s female friends. I knew that I wasn’t a lesbian, I was bi-sexual and adventurous in nature: at twenty one I was fully into swinging and experimenting with my sexuality and sex. I was also most of the way through an apprenticeship at the local garage.

The garage gave me the opportunity to combine two of my passions, men and motors, because the boss was a horny old so and so who took every opportunity to invite me into his office to discuss my ‘progress’ as a trainee mechanic when in fact he was actually checking out my ability to give him a good time, which I did with some gusto. He wasn’t my dream man, I don’t think I believed in that, it was just that I got really turned on by the naughtiness of it all, knowing that the guys in the shop were only feet away from me pleasuring the boss.

Then one day the boss asked me how I would feel about doing a promotional photo-shoot for the garage that would appear in the national press. He had picked up on an article in a lad’s mag asking readers to send in saucy shots of girls doing jobs that were traditionally done by men. I knew what it meant of course, I would glam up make-up wise and probably have a smear of oil across a cheek. I would be wearing blue overalls but they would be open to the waist revealing my bosom in a lacy bra! It’s all good fun and I’m not exactly the shy and retiring type. In fact I think my looks have been a real boon to my career as the boss regularly gives me a pay rise because of the customers I pull in. I play up to my sexy persona, letting my long blonde hair fall loose and making sure that I always have my full mouth covered in red lipstick!

The day of the shoot I was really excited. I put on my sexiest lingerie and stepped into the tighter than usual overalls. I had my sexiest stilettos on and as the saying goes, “I was ready for my close up”. It was after closing time but the boss had said he would stick around and watch. No doubt he hoped for some hot sex after being turned on by my poses but as it happens his wife called and he had to leave. That suited me because the photographer was a real hunk. Needless to say he got more than a few stunning pictures that day.

Before he left the photographer asked me if I’d ever considered working as an escort. To be honest I had thought about it because I have a friend who does exactly that and she is always going on about how much she earns and what great fun it is to meet up with strangers for an intimate time. She has always said it’s like getting paid to enjoy yourself and I know what she means. If you are the type of girl who enjoys a party and not the settling down sort then why not make the most of your natural assets? Anyway, that’s how I ended up a garage mechanic by day and an escort by night!

https://www.romford-escorts.co.uk

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!