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!

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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

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Loving the alien

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I mixed up the days and found three escorts knocking on my hotel door! And each of them thought she was my special girl!

I am a regular client of escorts. I love them. I can’t get enough of these sexy girls with their live for the moment attitude, outgoing personalities and let’s be honest about it, fabulous bodies. I have stopped dating ‘ordinary’ girls because they are just so dull in comparison to busty escorts with a sense of adventure. I’m not a boobs or a bum man, I don’t favour the girl next door type of escort over the more ‘obvious’ or glamorous girl, I’m not more keen on Eastern European Escorts to home grown girls. I love them all, though there are three girls I like more than most. In fact I am so keen on being with these escorts that it’s become something of a habit for me to book an escort at the weekend and twice during the week. I usually stick to the same evenings so that I am organised and I make a real night of it, sorting a luxury hotel room and getting the champagne on ice. 

My escort will turn up around five in the afternoon and stay until late in the evening. We will have three or four sensual massage sessions during the course of the evening. We chat and we flirt. I’m very fond of the girls who meet me, very fond indeed. Thing is I make an effort to make each girl feel special and I often tell then that I do not book any other escorts.  And that is where I went wrong. If only I had been upfront and told the stunning model escorts that I love to party with more than one hot escort. The truth would certainly have made life simpler the evening where I got it all mixed up and booked all three girls for the exact same time.

Chantelle arrived first, a few minutes early. She asked me why I was frowning and I quickly adjusted my expression, silently wondering why she was there on a Wednesday. I popped the cork on the champagne and we sat in the large lounge of my suite, the French windows open and a romantic breeze cooling my ardour for the time being. Thinking I had just made a simple mistake and booked the wrong escort I dismissed my doubts only for another knock on the door which when opened revealed Savannah, in a rather fetching low cut top it has to be said. Now, I had been expecting this escort but I didn’t know what to do. Quickly I ushered her into the bedroom and told her to make herself comfortable whilst I hurried back to Chantelle and explained the knocking away saying it was next door! She seemed to accept my explanation but then there was another rapping at the bedroom door and there was no way that I could say it was another room so I said ‘ah, that must be room service’.

Hurrying to the door I quickly opened it a touch and peered round its edge at a very sexy escort called Lacey. She looked amazing in a tight black dress which made the most of her killer curves. My passion now aroused I chivvied her into the second bedroom and, flustered just a little, began to plan how the evening would pan out and how I could enjoy a sensual massage from each and every one of these hot escorts without them knowing what I was up to.

The evening went swimmingly. At least I thought it did. Having three escorts at the same time was a new and invigorating experience, perhaps the most erotic and sensual in my life. I congratulated myself on how well I had done to disguise my indiscretions as I waved goodbye to Chantelle, first to arrive but last to leave. And then I saw it, the card featuring a picture of three sirens seducing a sailor, sitting on the coffee table. It was signed, ‘Your loving girls: Chantelle, Savannah and Lacey, thanks for an evening to remember…’

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I am not a voyeur but it is hard not to look when she leaves the lights on!

I am definitely not a voyeur, unless you count ogling sexy women on the internet. I have never been accused of anything salacious or inappropriate and none of my girlfriends ever had any reason to doubt my fidelity. I respect women, I really do. But there’s this girl who lives across the street from me and she is driving me insane with her naked antics every night. Despite that, I do like to look.

Cindy is not your average sort of girl. For starters she is absolutely stunning, a blonde minx with a beautiful body and a very cheeky smile. Whenever I pass her in the street she says hello and gives me the kind of look that can only mean only thing: I want to have sex with you. Thing is I would love to take this hot girl to bed but there is a problem: I’m living with someone and we are due to be married soon.

Cheating on a partner is not something I have ever considered doing. I think it is important that there is trust in a relationship. I have a friend who regularly meets up with local escorts despite the fact that he is in a long term relationship. He doesn’t apologise for his behaviour, in fact he boasts about the busty escorts he has been with to the lads down the pub. How his Sharon hasn’t found out yet is a mystery to us all. But I’m not like Rob. I sometimes ask myself really honest, searching questions such as do I remain faithful out of respect or fear? I mean, it is one thing not to sleep around because you believe in the institution of marriage or you cherish your partner so much you couldn’t bear to carry the burden of a saucy secret. But then there is staying loyal because you are fearful that you will get caught or you just don’t have the balls to do what you really want to do which is seduce sexy ladies and enjoy having a good time between the sheets with different girls.

Anyway, I don’t know which of the two camps I belong in though I suspect it is the latter. So, Cindy coming on to me is a real problem. She is such a temptress though. The irony is she dresses quite modestly and you wouldn’t know to look at her in her baggy jeans and extra-large woollen jumpers that she is a perfect 10 body wise. So, how do I know? Well, Cindy flashes me every night. It’s true, it’s not my imagination, in all honestly, there is this twenty two year old blonde with a cute smile, model looks, toned body and delicious curves who makes a point of walking around in her apartment naked. Every single night. And with the lights on…

OK, I know what you are thinking: I do not have to look. But I ask you, if the situation was reversed and you stood in my shoes would you be able to resist the temptation to watch a seriously sexy girl with the body of an escort walk around in the nude. In fact it is worse than that: she dances. I can’t quite make out the music but I think it is some kind of hip hop as her moves are incredibly provocative. She is such a turn on. And that is another issue because when I find an excuse to go upstairs and enjoy the nightly show my girlfriend will occasionally pop up stairs and she will notice my excitement if you know what I mean. And so I end up having to make love to Susan whilst thinking about Cindy. Thankfully Susan is a good looking girl herself and she knows a few tricks in the bedroom. Still, doesn’t feel quite right when I am having sex with Susan whilst picturing Cindy astride me!

So, like I said I am not a voyeur. But I do like to look.

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Essex Escorts The hottest sex I never had

I was desperate to get a new dress for Friday night but I’d had a really busy week. I’m a popular girl and in demand with my clients and aside from that I also have my college course to focus on. Thankfully the stores around where I live stay open late at a weekend and after my last date with a very charming and amusing gentleman at a high class hotel I dashed to the nearest tube station and then dashed out as soon as the door opened at my destination and then dashed to the high street and,,, well, I did a lot of dashing!

I got to my favourite clothes store just minutes before closing time and I had to push my way through a swathe of girls heading for the exit. I’d checked out the range of dresses online earlier and knew exactly what I wanted. Should I dare to buy it without trying it on I wondered? But I decided I would push my luck and nip into the changing room: I was going out with the girls and wanted to look my best in case we met up with some hot guys!

Strangely there was no one manning the changing room and so I just waltzed straight in. I stripped off my clothes and hurriedly tried on the dress. It was a tight cocktail dress in black with a short hem and a halter neck. I am slim but with curves in all the right places and the dress highlighted my best feature, my long and lithe legs. The soft black fabric worked well with my long blonde hair and felt good to the touch. I thought that it looked sexy and would be perfect for the party time ahead and so I undid the zipper and peeled the dress off. I was naked underneath and had a sudden shock when I realised that in my haste I hadn’t entirely closed the cubicle curtain. Peeking my head out to see if anyone was about I breathed a sigh of relief when I realised that I was still on my own. Except that I wasn’t. Somewhere close by I could hear sounds like moans and sighs, grunts and gasps. The sounds were unmistakeable; someone was having sex in the changing rooms!

It was quite a turn on realising what was going on only a few feet away but listening wasn’t good enough. I’m a curious kind of girl and I was desperate to see if I could find a way to watch the sexy show. Pulling on my clothes I quietly stepped out into the narrow passageway that separated one row of cubicles from another and I inched my way past each one, pausing momentarily to see if I had discovered the naughty couple. At the fifth cubicle down I knew I had found the lovers and I was in luck as the curtain protecting their privacy wasn’t fully closed.

What an amazing scene I was confronted with. There was a young brunette, still clothed except that her panties were around one of her ankles. She was up against a wall and her legs straddled a man, his trousers pulled down revealing a hairy backside! It was like something out of an erotic movie and her gasps were really hot and steamy. Her eyes were clenched shut in ecstasy and she was whispering to him to take her.  To be honest a part of me wanted to see if I could get involved. I’m a physical girl and I love sex, and the more outlandish the sex scenario is the better as far as I am concerned. And as fate would have it, there I was lost in the moment when I realised that the young girl had opened her eyes and was looking at me. The guy was oblivious to my presence and to this day he probably doesn’t realise that I was there watching him in action!

To my surprise the girl didn’t say anything at all. I watched right up to her loud and delicious orgasm before I slipped away, just in time to catch the last open till. And that is what made this the hottest sex I never had!

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