I settled myself down in a chair and we immediately started talking about his holiday. He’d been to Africa over Christmas and New Year with his family and his kids’ partners. ‘Did you get the text I sent you Christmas Day?’ he enquired. ‘Yes,’ I answered. I hadn’t replied to it. ‘ Did you get the one I sent at New Year?’ he continued. ‘Yes, but I was busy with friends and family,’ I offered, both to explain my lack of response and also to suggest he should have been doing the same.
He told me in November that he was going to text me at Christmas. This is what I mean when I say he’s full -on; he’s trying to get something emotionally from me, and I’m not going to give it. I have no interest in getting involved with him – this is my work, not my personal life. He shouldn’t be text messaging me – Christmas is a time for family and close friends, and he should save his emotions for his wife and family. He said he wanted me to know he was thinking about me, but what was he expecting me to say? That I was thinking about him too? He’s obsessed with talking about how he sees me as a friend and how special I am to him. It’s annoying, and I feel suffocated by him sometimes, but he’s a lovely guy when he’s not talking about ‘us’.
He’ll email at length about how much he appreciates me, looks forward to our dates and sees me as a friend. I ignore all the emotional talk in his emails and only reply to send him information about our dates, but he still carries on . It makes me feel uncomfortable because the feeling’s not mutual. I’d feel closer to him if he never mentioned anything, but because he’s always trying to get more from me emotionally and to make me feel guilty when I don’t reply, it makes me feel like I don’t want to see him at all.
Once I left him at a hotel to get a cab home and he said, ‘Text me when you get back or I won’t sleep.’ I told him I was extremely tired and I might forget, but not to worry as my regular taxi company would be dropping me at my door and watching me get inside safely. Again , he said that he wouldn’t sleep, putting more pressure on me! Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the fact that he cares, but it’s not like I’d be waiting out on the street for a cab, or having to walk anywhere in the dark, or even using a cab company I didn’t know.
Anyway, back to our date. I steered the conversation away from us, and back to him, his family and their holiday. He asked about my Christmas and New Year. After about an hour chatting, he got changed and we went down to dinner. We spent the next two and half hours eating and talking – I really enjoy his company when he’s not full -on . After polishing off our three courses, we made our way towards the exit for the bill. As we were standing there, he was getting so close that I could see he wanted to lean in for a kiss. I don’t do kissing in public, and he was looking at me expectantly and hesitantly, obviously not wanting to make a fool of himself. It was like he was telepathically trying to send the message to me to kiss him. I ignored it, and he soon signed the bill and paid, so we left for the room.
I left him tinkering with his iPod while I went to the bathroom to change. I was wearing hold-ups, a net camisole, a thong and high heels. When I came out, he was naked and in bed; the room was lit by soft candlelight, with Sinatra playing softly in the background. Perfect. ‘Wow!’ he said, as I approached the bed. Sexily, I crawled over, kissing him gently on the lips and moving on to a lingering French kiss. It didn’t take him long to slide down one of my camisole straps to access my breast. He complimented my assets while sucking urgently and taking my other strap down . I let him enjoy my breasts before lowering myself down onto his body, kissing softly down his torso before taking him in my mouth. He stroked my hair and I looked up at him from under it, knowing he was watching. ‘Let me lick you,’ he murmured, turning me onto my back and pulling down my panties. I love his technique – it’s like he’s lapping at a saucer of milk! He then moved up to kiss me, and I grabbed his member and started rubbing the end on my wet clit.
‘Do you like my cock on your clit?’ he enquired, obviously keen to talk dirty. ‘Yes, I love the feel of your hard cock on my wet clit, it feels so good,’ I replied, matching his terminology, while stifling a giggle (I find dirty talk cheesy when I’m working). ‘Just use it, use my cock to make you come!’ I knew that wasn’t going to happen because I couldn’t quite get the angle right, so I reached for my trusty vibrator and finished the job. Wet and horny, I then went down on him again before grabbing a condom and slipping it on . I climbed on top of him and thrust him inside me. I was grinding up and down for a few minutes before he started panting and it was clear he was about to come. I looked him in the eyes while moving my body up and down on him. He shuddered to orgasm and I collapsed on top of him.
But then he started talking about ‘us’, and saying that I was the most sensual woman he had ever been with in his whole life. Geez! He was telling me that he loved spending time with me and that I meant such a lot to him, that he saw me as a ‘special friend’. He told me he thought about me every day. I felt sorry for his wife and I wondered if he was like that with her. Eager to stop that conversation (again), I quickly offered to dispose of the condom and climbed off him, slipping it off to take to the bathroom. We had around half an hour until my taxi was booked, but he’s so full -on after sex that it’s almost as if we haven’t done anything and he’s starting foreplay all over again!
He went in the bathroom after me and I quickly put my lingerie back on because even after we’ve had sex, he wants to constantly grope, stroke and kiss me. I can’t bear it! After I’ve had sex, even i n my personal life, I like to just lie, cuddle and stroke, with the odd lazy kiss. He came out of the bathroom and lay next to me. Sure enough, he tried to grope my boob and I knew he wanted to carry on with full -on French kissing. It made me feel queasy and I tried to cover my breasts with my hand. Shortly afterwards, thankfully, he got up and said he wanted to show me something on his phone. He showed me his dog and then a picture of his wife! ‘Can you see now why I like long hair?’ he asked. What an odd thing to say! ‘No,’ I said. ‘That’s my wife and she has long hair.’ Unbelievable! Had he no shame? She was beautiful.
I didn’t feel guilty as I don’t know her: he should be the one feeling guilty, but I’m always surprised how many married men can see escorts and not feel guilt. I try not to think about it too much. Sometimes there are genuine guys who have valid reasons for seeing escorts, perhaps they don’t get sex or intimacy from their wives; other times, they just want to play the field. I don’t know what his personal situation is – he hasn’t mentioned a lack of intimacy from his wife, so I don’t know, but if he’s as full -on with her as he is with me, I wouldn’t be surprised if she avoided sex with him! Maybe she’s pleased he’s not pestering her for sex if he’s seeing escorts – that’s sometimes the case. However, what does amaze me is the number of women who assume that their husbands will accept having no intimacy in their marriage and won’t go looking for sex elsewhere.
It was time to go, so I gathered my belongings and said my goodbyes. He said it would be a couple of months before he next had an opportunity for us to meet, so I told him I’d see him then , thanked him for a lovely evening, pecked him goodbye and left. Fortunately my taxi was waiting, so off I went. To prove a point, I didn’t text him when I got home!
CHAPTER 15:
A couple more great guys
From: Jetlag
Location: Nottingham
Notes: Formerly worked as Barbie of Derby and Miss B Date: 16 Nov 2002
Day of the Week: Friday
Time of Day: N/A
Type of Visit: Outcall
Time Spent: 4 Days
Price: 4,100, including flights
Place: 5-star hotel
Description: B is a beautiful, perfectly shaped blonde, who’s sensual and great fun. She has an engaging, caring personality.
Comments: I vowed I would never write a review of any escorts, especially those who had given immense pleasure. I changed my mind with Bea – on reflection, I don’t feel it is right not to share a gem. This was my third time w
ith Bea in the last few months and it has been both a privilege and pleasure to get to know Miss B. I believe I now know what makes her tick! She is a delight to be with – in my case, twice in England and once in Hong Kong. She’s sensitive, beautiful, enchanting and all in all, a deliciously sexy lady. You can be proud to take her anywhere and despite her young age she can converse on a wide range of subjects. Immediately you will forget, as I did, that she is an escort and not someone who you have known for years. Her ‘GFE’ is as genuine as it comes. This is not because she is an excellent actress, but because she is genuine to the core. So much so that, as you would expect from a real girlfriend, she will soon let you know if you have been a complete klutz! (Ouch! That’s my hair you’re pulling!) But rather than diminish the quality of the encounter, this added to it. As with all those who have reviewed her previously, I am not going into any graphic details here, but suffice to say she will transport you to heaven and back if you push her buttons and you treat her with the respect she so richly deserves. You have to be warned! Bea leaves a vacuum behind her when you say goodbye. I will certainly be churning out the widgets at a faster rate to be able to continue to enjoy her company and pleasure-giving, which leaves me with an immense sense of well-being. Recommended: Yes. Would You Return: Yes.
Some of the nicest guys I’ve met have not been memorable for the sex, but because they are such amazing people. I met an incredible guy the other week. He wanted to arrange a platonic, last-minute date in Leicester. In a situation where there’s no hotel reservation, I usually need to be paid upfront into my bank account. As this was so last-minute he wasn’t able to transfer the money in time, so I had to make a decision on whether he was genuine based on speaking to him. My gut feeling told me he was, and I didn’t have any other plans, so I decided to go. He wanted to meet me for three hours at a shopping centre. He had a stutter and said he used a walking stick, and he didn’t sound very old.
I arrived in Leicester and called him once I’d parked up, but I was concerned when I got his answer phone. Waiting in my car, I felt very vulnerable and started to wonder if it was a windup, or if he was watching me from somewhere. After waiting nearly half an hour, I paid for my car parking and left. He then rang me to say he’d had a bit of a fall. I was a bit annoyed because I couldn’t understand why it had taken him so long to call me, but I told him I’d go back to the car park and find somewhere for us to meet. I then had to wait another 30 minutes before he called to say that he was in Pizza Express.
I found my way there, and as I went up the escalators I saw the restaurant and smiled at an attractive guy in the window who looked uncannily like my ex, James. It turned out he was my date! We decided we’d try and find somewhere where we could get a hot drink, so we left the restaurant and stopped on a bench in the shopping centre while he fumbled about to give me my cash which was all crumpled in his pocket. I hoped there weren’t any CCTV cameras on us!
I was amazed to find that he was so independent, even though he was quite severely disabled. He couldn’t lift either of his feet off the ground as they were both turned inwards, and he had to use all his concentration to shuffle one foot in front of the other. Immediately, I realised how difficult it would be for him if he fell, and I felt bad for being annoyed earlier; he didn’t have the use of one of his arms, either.
We found a Starbucks that was close by, and I went in to get us coffee and cakes. He was such a lovely guy, and I realised how much I took for granted; he enjoyed films and worked from home. If it was such an effort for me to walk, I couldn’t imagine what I’d do. It had taken him half an hour to get from one side of the shopping centre to the other – I had so much admiration for his sheer determination.
I had never met anyone with a real stutter before so I wasn’t quite sure what to do. So, I sat and waited patiently for him to ask questions, and when he was on the last word and couldn’t get it out, I thought, what do I do? I’d wait a few minutes, thinking, should I just answer the question because I know what he’s going to say, or should I say the last word for him? Would that be irritating? He kept saying sorry when he couldn’t get his words out, so I wanted to help him, but wasn’t sure what to do. So, I varied it – sometimes I waited for ages and let him finish, sometimes I said the last word and sometimes I answered the question; I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable. He complimented me, but mentioned that now that I’d met him, I probably wouldn’t see him again. I told him he was wrong and that I’d be honoured to be invited to see him again. He was thrilled – I think he thought I’d be embarrassed to be with him, but I wasn’t. I know of many escorts who are embarrassed to be seen out and about with guys who are old, disabled or big. Some are shallow and only want to be seen with flashy, young business guys.
We arranged there and then that we would meet and go to the cinema the very next day; we met at Birmingham to catch the train together, and when we got on the train he had to lie down on the floor and shuffle into the carriage. I sat on the floor with him, trying to make him feel more comfortable. When he got off the train, he had to shuffle across the platform and try to launch himself up onto one of the benches to then attempt to stand. There were people looking at me, wondering why I wasn’t helping him. I told him to tell me if there was anything I could do to make things easier – I had tried to lift him, but he was a dead weight and I felt I was just getting in the way. I think he was too proud to want to be helped and he probably knew from experience it was easier to do things himself.
It took us half an hour to get to the cinema complex, which was across the road from the station. First, we went to Pizza Hut to grab some food. Our table was up some steps, so he asked me to put a chair by the steps to help him get up. He then moved from chair to floor to the table. I really enjoyed his company, and we then went to the cinema. We enjoyed a romantic comedy before leaving to catch our train. It was very difficult for him to get out of his seat and steady himself back onto his walking stick, and I was worried we wouldn’t catch the train, but he was sure he could make it. So, we began our slow walk back. I was worried he might fall down the slight hill, so I tried to keep him steady. He kept apologising for struggling, but I said he had nothing to apologise for; I told him I was sorry he had to struggle. I left him in Birmingham, where I had to sprint for my train. I’m not sure if he will call again, but I thought he was one of the most amazing people I had met.
As an escort you have to learn to read the signs and work out what people want. In my early days, I met a guy for an overnight at his home in Sheffield. We went out for a leisurely dinner and he told me how he was struggling with women today. Like most men who are single at 40, they’re not sure where to go to look for dates, so he ended up going to nightclubs. He’d meet ladies and ask them back to his place for a coffee. The thing is, he really did mean just coffee, and he was shocked when women would think he was trying it on. They’d try to initiate sex and he wasn’t comfortable with it. He went on about it so much that I got the impression he was hinting he didn’t want me to jump on him! So, we spent a lovely evening together, just socialising, and the next morning we said our goodbyes.
A year later, I heard from him and he thanked me for my patience the last time we met and said that this time he was ready to go all the way. Some escorts don’t read the signs and will jump on a guy as soon as they walk in the door. Obviously, some men love this, but many find it bloody scary! I never jump on anyone when I arrive and I make it clear that I’m not that type of escort. The common misconception is that men who see escorts only want sex, but as you’ve already seen, this isn’t always the case. Offering the GFE means I often spend long weekends away with my dates, and I’ve had some amazing experiences.
Today I met my regular, Jack, who’s an accountant. He’s extremely overweight, but very sweet, polite and softly spoken . We’d arranged a back-to-front dinner date (which I wouldn’t normally do) as he had to be out of his hotel room at 12; I couldn’t meet the day before for a dinner date. So, we met at 11a .m.
for four hours. This would mean one hour in the room, then going out for lunch for the rest of the time.
I wasn’t quite sure what we’d do in the room. When I first met Jack, I tried to be intimate with him, but he wouldn’t do a thing to me and he’d just hold my hand in place if I was touching him down below and pant and groan , so I had to train him. As soon as he clamped my hand, I moved it away.
I used to give him oral sex, but I’d be dressed and he wouldn’t even get hard, so it seemed pretty pointless and I’ve never made him come. Then , because he’s a really bad snorer and a restless sleeper, we have separate rooms on an overnight. Yup, it’s the WFE – Wife Experience!
We meet about twice a year and he keeps coming back, though, so I must be doing something right. I’m pretty sure he enjoys my company as much as I enjoy his. When I arrived, I wanted at least ten minutes to settle in , if we were about to get frisky, so after a couple of minutes I asked if I could have a cuppa . As he made it, I sat on the bed, in case he did want some bedroom fun . However, once the tea was made, he sat in a chair. We chatted away, but he clearly couldn’t relax because he said he was hungry. He also said that he hadn’t slept as it was so hot, and he was extremely tired. Eventually I moved to sit near him.
Over 30 minutes had gone by and he was clearly happy enough, just chatting. I did ask a couple of times what he wanted to do, but he just said he wanted to go and get food, so eventually that’s what we did. I certainly wasn’t going to jump on him! If I’d had any inkling that he wanted to get intimate, I would have made a move but there was nothing.
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