I have been an independent ebony London escort for a few years now. I've dipped my (perfectly pedicured) toes in and out of this exciting second world of mine whilst juggling higher education and so much more.
I've been lucky enough to have numerous exciting wonderful dates.
I've spent a week on the Swiss slopes, trying to stay sexy as the fantastic ski loving gent who flew me out picked me up every time I fell over. Before retiring to his private chalet for some hot chocolate (hint- I was the hot chocolate).
I've been whisked away to stay at a private resort on Australia's Hamilton Island by the most fabulous cowboy who had fetish for babes in bikinis. He even found my non waterproof mascara face sexy! Almost as sexy as late night skinny dipping ;)
I've driven to the glorious English countryside in a vintage Jag to spend a day grooming gorgeous horses, riding through the forest and enjoying the country air. There is a joke to be made about my riding skills and perhaps jodhpurs but I'll leave that one for you to make.
My point is I have been so very lucky. I've seen and done so much thanks to the best patrons a girl could dream of.
But recently I made myself giggle. I was in Hong Kong and had an outcall to a local 5* hotel. Very simple date where I took myself over in a taxi and spent 2 hours chatting and ***** ***** *****. It was a typical date and booking but it was none the less exciting than all the adventures above.
From the moment I stepped into the shower, to pulling up the zip on my little vintage dress till the time I hopped out of my taxi. I was excited. And nervous!
Walking through the fancy lobby, getting confused by the buttons in the lift (it still happens!) and knocking on that door.
The excitement and also the nerves - they were still there.
I realised whilst I love fun getaways and naughty jaunts it's not those that make the dates I get so special. It's the person. The laughter and the chat. The discovering and learning. The look on my dates face when he sees the lingerie I've got hidden away under my dress!
And oh how glad I am.
Here is to another few years of dipping these toes in and out.