Ever thought of Escorting? Read My Story

Ever thought of Escorting? Read My Story

The glamorization of sex has made escorting seem like a really lucrative venture. For this reason, young girls and younger women have flooded the market all in the name of bagging that extra cash. I got lured into escorting by a friend. As a teen who had dropped out of high school, life was not easy. School fee was constantly an issue, and I had to relieve my parents the burden since I was not the only child. Even though my parent’s hopes were that I would eventually finish my academics, the decision to quit heaved heavily on them. I knew I had to do something to make ends meet.

At first, I thought the venture was all about making the dollars. I really had no idea what escorting entailed. With the constant nagging from my friend to join her agency, which she bragged about the money, I had to try my luck. I registered with the London escorts agency, and I was ready to start my job. Alluring pictures of the busty petite me got posted on their site, and with no delays, clients started booking me for dates. For start, I loved my experience in the agency. Not until one fateful Saturday evening, when a client decided to ask for more than agreed. All through, I exclusively accompanied the clients to meetings and clubs just for companionship. Well, my friend had inducted me on things that were bound to happen with escorting. What she didn’t tell me is that that was how she got the extra cash she used to splash.

Even though I was nervous about being adventurous, I lastly gave in to the plea. The client already had a clue that I was new in the agency, and thus, He took it slow with me. With a couple of drinks, we indulged more than I can remember. It was at this point I realized there was no turning back. I had to forge ahead with escorting. That day’s pay was comforting, assuring, and I hoped to get such clients in the future. Since then, I started getting return clients for the services I delivered. The tips were amazing, and I thought to myself why I hadn’t thought about escorting from the start.

My life changed, and even though my family has no idea what I do, they still have issues accepting help from me. One time, I had to stage working as a waitress just to have them believe my money is clean. I have no intention of disclosing my source of income any time soon. My circle of friends has become smaller, and at some point, something tells me they know what I do for a living. However, they have no proof as my dealings happen incognito. I have seen the disrespect that comes with people knowing you are an escort, and that I am not sure I can fathom.

Escorting is a two-way venture. The much you give, the much you get in return. What aspiring escorts should as themselves is; How much of yourself are you willing to give? This is because you can’t expect to get rich overnight through the venture. Retaining your clients can be an issue when you are overly-reserved and the docile type. Also, remember that your social life will not be the same ever.

A Memorable Meeting with a Client as a London Escort

A Memorable Meeting with a Client as a London Escort

In my experience as an escort, I have gained a load of skills and knowledge required to thrive as a London Escort. Most agencies grant you the exposure you need to handle different clients. In this article, I shall let you in on my personal experience during my early days with a client that I hope to meet before I retire from my escort agency.

Each day, there is a varied number of clients. On this fateful day, I didn’t have much traffic. My meeting with the client in question was arranged, and he did show up way before the designated time. He knocked on the door on time, and I opened to meet a handsome and eccentric man. He donned a long black hooded coat with long perfect hair that accentuated symmetrical features of his face. Most clients I meet aren’t notably handsome. From the moment that I laid eyes, I was captivated and eager for the end of a special meeting.

Later on, I learned that my controversial client had booked for an hour, unlike most clients that book an escort for the entire night or most of the day. I took advantage of the hour enthusiastically as I knew that most pleasures wouldn’t be long-lasting. I flushed a delightful smile as I invited him onto the room while swaying my hips to give a full glimpse of my ass. I extended him an invitation to join me in the bathroom, corrected my underwear, and laid on the hotel bed as seductive as possible.

My client exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel and looked so sexy that I couldn’t resist the urge to jump on him. I was soon to learn that my client would love to explore new experiences as I. I moved my hands seductively over his muscled back, asked him to turn around, and to descend. I took off his towel, admired his intimate parts, wrapped my hands around his manhood, and moved rhythmically up and down to turn him on further.

He got really hard and willing to prolong the foreplay. I could not wait any longer, nor was he. I sat on the hard penis like I owned it and made an ecstatic dance. I made a few thrusts, letting him dig the deepest corners of my pussy. As I was thrusting, he grabbed me by the hips, flipped me over, and begun exploring my insides. I could feel his joystick in every corner of me, with a particular focus on the satisfaction of us both. He targeted my erotic zones and other parts that I anticipated to have touched as he knew all about me without having spoken aloud about my feelings.

As we neared the end, my date was breathing more rapidly. I gave him a sexy massage of the nipples, his back, ass, and balls. As I mishandled him, I could sense that I was about to cum. Our movements were in sync, and we reached a crazy climax together, unable to hold back our moans and groans that neighboring rooms of the restaurant heard it loud and clear.

He was exceptionally handsome and knew how to please a woman with straining much. I had plenty of questions on why he preferred an escort as handsome and skilled as he was. I hoped to hear from him in the days to come, but he hasn’t reached out yet. I hope that I shall receive a booty call from my estranged crush soon.