Constructing a Dinner Date

The client-side anatomy of a ‘kick-ass’ dinner date.

A dinner-date is pretty easy, right?

Sure, intimate diners are happening everywhere, some go well, some go badly, but when you are taking an escort out on a dinner date, you hardly want it to go badly.

In fact normally you want it to be an amazing experience, and at least a quality one for the escort involved. If there is one date format that I think I’m starting to understand reasonably well, it is an escort-client dinner date. So what does one look like from a client perspective?

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The set-up and booking.

There really is so much involved that this could be a very long blog if I get encyclopedic, so here are some basics that seem to work for me. First of all, who is coming to dinner? My view is generally someone you have seen before, although I break that rule myself regularly. Secondly, eat first and get to know each other, especially with new people, although I break that rule regularly as well. It can be nice eating after the bedroom escapades, especially with repeat bookings. Personally, I’m still undecided on what order is better – both can be great experiences and have their obvious benefits, so mix it up perhaps!

So the basics are, pick an escort that enjoys a dinner date, research what they like (food and drinks) and then book the best restaurant you can manage, ideally with the hotel room attached or in close proximity. Travel time is wasted time. Don’t skimp on dinner and drinks, you are making a memory for yourself as well as trying to give the escort a memorable experience, just as though you were on a real date. Perhaps even more so, as this is meant to be a fantasy experience after all. They may remember the dinner even if you, like me, are Mr Average in the bedroom. Everyone enjoys a great meal with great food, attentive service and great ambiance.

Preparation and planning for success.

Going to a known reliable restaurant is not a bad thing, although it needs to be mixed with changing things up, if it is somewhere you go to regularly. Other preparation may include gifts (although personally, gift giving is for me a far more complex discussion) and the general preparation for the evening. Escort, hotel and restaurant bookings should all be made in advance (and confirmed). Usually the more ‘advanced’ the restaurant booking, the better the table, but don’t be afraid to ask for something good.

I always try and have a text or message with the escort on the day, saying that I am looking forward to the dinner – which is always the truth. They may also have their own ‘confirmation’ process – make sure you complete it and are super-nice and well mannered in your communication. No one wants to enter an extended booking stressed or feeling slightly annoyed with their companion.

I always get to the ‘attached hotel’ or if that isn’t possible, where I am staying at least an hour before the date is due to start. I want to be freshly showered, smell good (not too over the top), have fresh breath, be well dressed, be relaxed, do a final review of the escort’s profile and make sure the room (and payment) is fully ready for the dinner and afterwards – music, lights, other drinks, ice, envelope and anything else that is part of the date. Make it special for you both and get the preparation done and finished.

Having the date play out.

So many possibilities, but here is some more advice. Be an attentive conversationalist, but also let the escort drive some or most of it, they are usually very good at dinner and at keeping conversation going. Let them drive the dinner as well, how many courses, what to order and most of the related decisions, unless they specifically ask you to decide. Short or long dinners are fine with me, as long as my dinner guest is happy with the end result and overall timing. Don’t set budget rules, most escorts won’t go crazy and make sure you tip well at the end – showing restaurant staff some generosity sends a pretty important signal and I believe that you should recognise great service in any case.

When you retire, let the escort drive the experience again. If the ‘business’ still needs to be sorted, do it immediately, it doesn’t matter how good the rapport, if the escort is still hanging out for payment, every passing second is reducing the ‘mood’ of the date. Do it nicely and do it immediately. Further drinks and relaxation (non-alcoholic if the escort doesn’t want to drink), a bit of continued conversation should all ease nicely into what else is to come. Handled well, by both client and escort, dinner dates in my view can be the ultimate format – sexy, relaxing, enjoyable and satisfying on so many levels. The balance of physical and conversational intimacy can be sublime.

Final thoughts.

You may have other privacy, secrecy and other considerations – take care of them as well. Interruptions, calls and other forms of disruption can happen in longer date formats, but do your best to avoid them. Your use of your phone will set a tone for the escort to maybe use (and check) theirs as well. I feel that taking photos and having a relaxed companion who isn’t stressing over what is happening on their phone is best, so some mobile use makes perfect sense. I must admit however, that lately I have noticed a growing trend of escorts to spend a lot of time on their phones during bookings, it is concerning and off-putting if it is taken to extremes, and can have a big impact on the quality of the date. Make sure you are not the one setting a negative tone for this. My attention is fully on the escort I am with for the duration of the date, sometimes their attention might drift, forgive them for this, as anything else just robs you of your own experience.

Not everyone can afford the cost of a dinner date. It isn’t just the extended booking, in addition the meal, hotel, drinks and associated costs can add up to a large amount. I never add this up, but some people don’t have that luxury. I would however suggest that if you can undertake this form of booking every now and again, do so, it is in my humble opinion the best mix of long and short bookings, and can make for a most amazing experience.

Some of my dinner dates will permanently reside in my memory among my all-time best moments. In fact I have discussed some of those memories in Degustation Dream and Harbour Lights – both simply perfect dinner bookings.

Dining with a beautiful and intelligent woman is a most wonderful experience.

Thank you readership. Thanks also Zoe and Anya for comments on the original version of this article. New thoughts, comments, insights and your own experiences much appreciated. Please share and comment if you feel inclined.

Xx SP 14 March 2017 (article updated 8 May 2017 and again on 6 May 2018).

Becoming a Client

The journey of one client – how did it begin?

Why did I become a client of escorts?

Everyone has a ‘how did it begin’ story. Clients, and much of the world at large are interested in how escorts began their journey. Less interesting is how clients began, but since it ‘takes two-to-tango’, here is the story of one of them – me.

When I started as a client, it was the mid-point of a part of my life-journey that is still unfolding. Many of the causes I didn’t realise at the time, and I’m sure many of them I’m still to learn and appreciate, but this is what I know so far.

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What was happening when I first booked an escort?

It was the convergence of a few things, each with their own timeline. Firstly, I hit an age where there are more days behind me than days left in front of me – no matter what I like to tell myself. Secondly, I was traveling a lot for work, and spending many, many lonely nights in glamorous hotels. Finally, I was not happy in many parts of my life, including within the intimate, sexual, love and friendship aspects of my life – and this had been the case for a very long time.

I guess this is not uncommon and is almost a text-book (if there was a text-book) case of both a mid-life-crisis as well as an on-ramp to booking the services of Escorts. Despite this, it did take a long time for me to gain both the inclination and the courage to make that first booking – I put up with this scenario for a long time, years in fact. Against these forces, I was building a successful business, bringing up children, putting on weight and telling myself I was doing a good job. Telling myself that I was happy, lucky and successful. I wasn’t happy!

The trigger (or catalyst).

A close friend of mine died suddenly of a heart attack. Like me he was under-50 and had shared a very similar life. A close circle of us were dramatically impacted, and we all had the natural response of thinking, that could very easily have been me. You make an assessment of where you stand in a moment like that – and I didn’t like how that self-assessment looked.

I had so many things that I wanted to do. Things I had been putting off. I wanted to travel, see shows, sports, and places that I hadn’t got around to seeing yet. I wanted to make mad, passionate love, try sexual things that I had not yet experienced, and find out sexually what I liked. Yes, I had been out of sexual intimacy for so long, that I didn’t even know what I wanted or liked anymore, or even what was possible. I didn’t even know my body properly (a story for a future article) and believed personal image things about myself that I’ve since learned were not actually true. I wanted a shot at being young again, before it was forever too late.

The ‘on-ramp’ to booking escorts.

Initially I did make changes. I told myself, in very clear terms, that I needed to be selfish. I needed to take time away from work and home that was just for me, and realise that things I had been telling myself were ‘for me’, were actually just things I needed to do because of the world I had built around myself. Learning to be a bit more self-centered may come easily to some people – it remains a difficult path for me. I fight guilt at having a secret life and focusing on my own enjoyment above the needs of others.

In the early days, I went along to a strip-club while traveling with some work connections – something I normally refused or managed to avoid. I also went for non-sexual massages and then later some more deliberately erotic ones – although I’m yet to experience Nuru – something still for the ‘bucket-list’ (actually since the original article – I have ticket this experience off). I also watched more porn, not that I hadn’t before, and in retrospect, it wasn’t porn that I needed, it was deeper human contact and intimacy.

After a few strip-club visits, I met a dancer who would meet me at my hotel after her shift. Our arrangement was that I bought her room service dinner and paid the equivalent of a one-hour private dance. At the start it was a private dance (only) and then a late dinner (well more an early breakfast) and lots of talking. Later it was just talking and eating as the dance was only an excuse for me to have her with me as company, rather than being always alone.

We spoke about how stripping worked around the world, her immigration issues, our friends, our lives, our current issues, and what we wanted to achieve in our lives. This only lasted a few months, before I realised that I actually needed the sex too, and that wasn’t part of our arrangement. Every sex industry participant has their line, the area that is comfortable for them, and their boundaries. We wished each other well.

Booking my first escort.

Having decided that I was going to see an escort, I did what I always do, try to gather some knowledge. Early in my ‘research’, I came across the relatively new (at the time) Scarlet Blue website. I decided that of all of the avenues I had found online so far, it seemed to suit me the best. Their approach was clear and straight-forward and the way the escorts were marketed to prospective clients seemed to have some elegance and strong support of the workers, devoid of some of the sleazier and more degrading things I had come across elsewhere on the Internet.

I took my time trying to decide who I should meet first, and I observed a number of escorts through their social media activity, trying to get a little bit of a clue as to what they might be like in person. Eventually I made my choice and sent a text message request to the escort I wanted to see – even that was a nerve wracking moment.

Booking request.

I knew nothing (John Snow – sorry couldn’t help insert the Game of Thrones reference here). In fact less than nothing. I didn’t know if what I was doing was legal or illegal. I had no understanding of the etiquette, rules, and whether I would actually be meeting the person I thought I would be meeting. I was actually the most nervous about being a middle-aged guy meeting a beautiful young woman.

My text message must have been hilarious. It was too long, too much irrelevant detail, too confused on when and where, and most of all went into great lengths asking if I was an acceptable client, being middle aged, overweight, inexperienced and nervous. I wish I still had the text and the response – it would be amusing to so many of you. All I can say is that the escort was a true professional and put my mind at ease immediately. Obviously she thought the ‘age and fitness’ stuff was hilarious, but simply told me that made me a perfectly average client for her. The booking was made and I was due to see my first escort on my next interstate trip, about three weeks in the future.

My first booking.

During those weeks, I got called interstate again. Sitting bored in a hotel room, and having already committed to this path, I made a short notice booking with another escort. The booking didn’t go well. It was a combination of nerves, in-compatibility and some other aspects that weren’t clear to me at the time. I discovered later that the escort I saw was having major personal issues and shortly after our booking left Australia for good.

It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t good on a number of subtle levels and it would have prevented me from continuing as a client, if it wasn’t for the other booking that I felt I needed to honour. I don’t want to detail the issues of the first booking, they may be too identifiable, but I went into my second booking with even more nerves and trepidation.

My second booking.

Really my first booking, but my second escort meeting, it was the exact opposite of the first – it was amazing. The escort who arrived was exactly, no let me restate that, far better in real-life than in her profile. She greeted me affectionately, was a little nervous herself, bubbly, chatty and a real ‘presence’ in the hotel lobby. It was a three-hour booking, and ended up with two intimate sessions interspersed by us taking a break for some room service.

The exact memory of it is fading a little with time, but little things stand out. Smiles, time in the shower, great kissing, giggling and some real intimacy. Authentic openness about our lives, what we liked, and the rapid rush to intimacy that all the great first bookings have as a part of their dynamic. I was hooked, I was a client of that wonderful escort (and I was a client of hers for a long time, until her retirement), and I was also addicted to being a client of Escorts more generally.

Like a lot of us clients, we owe so much to the escorts that take us by the hand and show us the ropes, in a way, it is like loosing your virginity all over again. In my case, I owe my companion so much. She continued to see me, teach me, and support me along this wild journey as other companions have since. If there is such a thing as a modern-day muse, then I chose my first escort well, even after her retirement, she remains a source of inspiration for me still.

Hooked as a client.

I have fulfilled many of the ‘selfish’ ambitions I set for myself. I have traveled, I have seen and done more, but perhaps most of all I have become an ongoing client of the independent escort industry and of some specific escorts in particular. Almost all of my experiences are amazing and the escorts I continue to see are unique and I adore them each in their own way. There are many other stories for future articles, so far I have included becoming ‘Addicted to Escorts’ and ‘Why Multiple Escorts?’, however there are so many other aspects and stages of the journey, but for now, that is the story of how this one person became a client. I think just one more thing needs to be said …

What being a client means?

My life is not fully sorted, after all it is a journey. Being a client also means I have two lives – a secret one that I can only speak about with industry participants and here on these pages, and the ‘muggle’ one that I continue to live within as well. I guess some people, escorts and clients, can merge these two worlds, but many of us, again both clients and escorts, have to keep them apart (the subject of how we are all ‘Secret Keepers’ is covered in another article on this blog).

As a client, I have become happier (and at times sadder – it can be a roller-coaster of emotions), I have lost a significant amount of weight, become healthier and I think I am slowly becoming a better lover, friend and person. I still have lots of things I want to experience, now that my eyes have been opened to some of what is possible. I am still a ‘babe in the woods’ as far as the sexual experience side of the journey goes, but I have ambitions to learn more and experience more.

I also think my views on many things are changing (topics for another article). I don’t think most humans have their intimate, sexual and spiritual worlds worked out. Most of us are captive in a restrictive, false and hurtful model. This industry can’t change that alone, but I think it gives many of its participants other pathways that should become more mainstream.

I am not giving up being a client – it would seem like someone who has seen a glimpse of the future going back to a world they know is broken. I think that because this ‘secret world’ has moments that are so pure and amazing, it also creates connections that are equally powerful. My challenge is to find balance and not attach too much meaning and need to the connections that I experience. That is hard, because the majority of escorts are simply the most amazing people that anyone could ever hope to meet!

Thank you for reading. Sharing, comments and your readership is greatly appreciated. Thank you also to the wonderful companions that still share time with me and continue to teach me, make me feel alive and share intimate moments with me.

Xx SP 23 April 2017 (article updated 28 May 2017 and again 8 April 2018).

Adventure

The thrill of the journey – focusing on having fun!

This should all be fun!

Why would a client book an escort if it wasn’t for enjoyment? This is a question worth asking yourself over and over again. There are lots of other factors that can creep into a client’s head – past history, guilt, expectation, wanting to impress the companion, and a host of other reasons that are probably ‘bad thinking’.

If you read my blog before these articles were republished, then you know I like to explore issues with personal meaning. That can appear as dark, brooding and over-thinking. Time for a break! For this article, it is about the sheer fun and adventure of seeing an escort.┬áPlus now that I’m back revisiting these articles, I am in a much more positive space.

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Why did I see my first escort?

I had a life trigger that made me ask, was I having fun? The answer, no matter how I tried to convince myself otherwise was ‘No’. I was in the all too common situation of doing what I had to do at work and at home, and not really doing anything selfish, anything that was truly for me and for me alone. I guess that classic description is a ‘mid-life crisis’, it doesn’t matter what you call it or when it happens – I decided I was going to be selfish and do some things just for me!

My decision included more travel, more events, spending money on things I wanted and buying some ‘entanglement free’ sex and companionship. I say ‘entanglement free’ in inverted commas, because it is two human beings and there is no such thing as ‘entanglement free’ as a lot of the articles in my blog explore in detail. If those conversations interest you, try ‘Becoming a Client’, ‘Sex and Guilt’, and ‘Hurt Feelings’, those articles go into more detail on the inevitable ‘entanglements’.

The point here, is that we should keep going back to ‘what makes it fun’, the reason I became a client and also the reason why so many of my early bookings were fun. I was naive, no entanglements had developed, it was new, fresh, exciting and fun. If you have been doing this for a while like I have, then there may come times along the journey to re-focus on the pure enjoyment of spending some quality time and having fun with an amazing escort.

Best times and best moments!

I have had the best moments in my life with escorts, and by that I mean the most fun. There is a subtle but important difference between ‘times’ and ‘moments’. My best times are extended life experiences of achievement, family, children and other elements in the overall journey of life. My best moments however are short, memorable, joyous ‘bubbles’ that are usually unexpected and surprising.

Seeing an escort, at its best, can create these ‘memory bubbles’, moments of near perfection that sit alone – within, but aside, from the regular year-after-year flow of one’s life. Most of the ‘moments’ that return to my mind in quiet reflection are with escorts – they are the closest thing I have to pure selfish fun! They have even made it into my dreams on many occasions, sort of an ‘on-demand’ replay bonus by an unreliable video player – that doesn’t always play the memory that you want.

I have been fortunate to be able to recount some of these moments of pure perfection here, in the stories ‘Harbour Lights’, ‘Degustation Dream’, and ‘Holiday Hideaway’. There have been others too, some I am yet to write, others that the escort involved would prefer were unspoken, and no doubt, some more to come.

What is an ‘escort adventure’ for me?

One of the reasons that I prefer dinner-dates (or longer format bookings), is to shoot for the stars on a combination of great food, drinks, company, conversation, connection and sex. That is six factors, if you want to think about it like that, that all need to go right – seven if you are crazy enough to add an experience (show, concert, trip or event) into the mix. Get a few of them right, at the same time, and it makes for a great date, and most escort meetings are ‘great dates’. Get most of them together and it makes for an unforgettable memory. Get them all perfect and it is like the ‘holy grail’, one of those perfect moments you just want to capture, bottle and stare at for the rest of eternity. Those ‘Unicorn’ moments of course I remember the best.

The fact that this mix has been perfect for me – all six from six – on eight occasions, yes I know exactly how many, because they are moments that I will never forget, is probably the answer to why I am a client of escorts for the long haul. (update note: the number is now even higher, but from this update, I am not giving a ‘number’ any longer). Those sort of experiences are addictive – the things that quests and crusades are created from. I am greedy for more moments of pure bliss and the many other ‘close calls’ (often only a slight miss due to other external factors – out of the control of the escort or myself) that are still amazing dates and needless to say, the best money, and moments in time, that I have ever spent. There is of course the risk that you start expecting ‘near perfection’, something to be very careful of, as it can ruin wonderful connections.

Some moments of perfection!

A second ‘date’ of perfection with a perfect degustation, beautiful wines, stimulating conversation and unbridled sex that neither of us were willing to let end. A night at the ballet, a room upgrade, fine food and one of the smartest, sweetest and radiant women I have ever met. My muse, free-spirit and inspiration, dining with the harbour lights with perfect food and cocktails and an easiness of connection that is always totally disarming. A public holiday, spent alone in the company of a most amazing woman, while the clock almost stopped. Four dates of perfection that I will never forget. I would add some of the other stories with these and other equally amazing escorts, but I think the idea is sufficiently expressed for this article. I need to save some stories for another day, and these four stories are already links, mentioned elsewhere in this blog.

Out-of-booking entanglements.

I am enriched in my life from the connection, friendships, contact, support, advice and other positive ‘entanglements’ that wonderful escorts have offered, and that I have gratefully accepted and hopefully reciprocated. I have also had negative ‘entanglements’ of jealousy, guilt, malicious attack, money grabbing and emotional blackmail, this is all completely human. In my darker moments I have not been completely innocent on this front either, as doubts and emotions play their wicked game. It is however a trap – a trap that can take us away, both client and escort, from the part of this industry, these engagements, these dates or bookings, that should be primarily about pure fun and enjoyment.

Just after I first published this article, I had another new adventure that did not involve escort bookings. I took my first short break from bookings since I started on this journey, and set off to experience a different kind of fun. It is always good to have a break, reassess and examine where you are. I even wondered whether after a hiatus I would return at all? Well as you can see from the articles since, my ‘Hiatus Perspective’, reinforced the joy I had in seeing escorts and re-booking some amazing women that I adore. It was also a great re-focus on the core idea of fun, enjoyment and experience.

I am back to the adventure of seeing escort companions. I am continuing to try to shed or manage the few negative entanglements that still remain, embracing the positive ones for as long as they are offered, and I will make some more of those ‘holy-grail’ moments of perfection happen again.

Here is to each and every one of you enjoying the adventure and having fun!

Thank you so much for your readership. Please share, comment, give me feedback and tell me about your own motivations and adventures. In the ‘re-publishing’ of this blog, I decided to re-do this piece as my second article, as it is a great scene setter for the positivity of the client-escort experience.

Plus in seeing Lana Del Rey perform in concert tonight, I wanted to celebrate the person who started this whole journey for me, the person who introduced me to LDR and the person who always reminded me … it is meant to be a fun adventure! “I don’t even think of you that often …”.

Xx SP 24 March 2017 (article updated 15 May 2017 and again on 31 March 2018).

Harbour Lights

Reminiscing on a wonderful booking – another date story.

Some moments capture a relationship.

This story is another moment in time. My second article telling the story of a magical date, another perfect escort booking. In some ways this is harder to tell than ‘Degustation Dream’ and I am glad that I am committing this wonderful evening to a story now, before too much more time passes.

The fact that I have had the great fortune to see this amazing woman on many occasions, means that if not recorded now, the great experiences we have shared together may start to merge into each other. That isn’t a bad thing, it is just that I am trying to tell the story of just one of our many great encounters, not the story of how much this person means to me, and how great a collective set of experiences can be. That however may be an article for another day, one I feel that is fast approaching.

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Lightness of being.

Sometimes you just feel good. This date started with a walk to the restaurant as the summer sun was beginning to lower in the late afternoon sky, arm in arm after my beautiful companion exited her Uber on arrival. The weather was beautiful and the harbour-side was buzzing. We each took a couple of quick photos of the view and then headed into the restaurant.

Cocktails of course! Then a quick catch-up, we were after all way past the ‘getting to know you’ stage of early bookings, now having a shared history and established conversation short-cuts. Then a wonderful meal, simple elegant dishes. Small incredible photogenic and delicious entrees, followed by amazing mains and then of course desert – with more cocktails! The meals were delicious and beautiful, the harbour view and city magnificent to behold, but the most beautiful sight was my glowing, happy companion. Impossible to take my eyes away, she was also being watched by other envious and curious restaurant guests as well – it’s hard to miss a beautiful radiant soul, especially when their smile, eyes and being are alight with happiness!

After dinner stroll.

It wasn’t a long walk to the hotel. A beautiful summer evening we took our time soaking up the balmy, perfect weather and chatted on the way back to the room. One of my favourite hotels, with similarly impressive views over the harbour as our restaurant. Some champagne, some giggles and some slow undressing with plenty of kissing while still talking and relaxing, we gradually moved into post-dinner nakedness.

My desire for this companion, now that we are well acquainted, comes from friendship, comfort, her incredible intellect and deep emotional soul and her endless joyfulness, lightheartedness and focus on adventure and fun. I try to be these things, but as you will know from my writing, I can be pensive, over think things and sometimes get caught by the negative emotions that we all encounter in life. Just thinking of my friend pulls me out of those moments, being with her is like the clouds are lifted in the emotional equivalent of a perfect summer’s day.

Having said all of that, when I see her naked in my company, it is one of the most sexually exciting and stimulating moments. In so many ways, things about this companion are now ‘happiness shortcuts’ in my life. I constantly carry around memories and triggers that bring me back to those happy moments – perhaps most of all, the ethereal lightness of being after a most amazing meal, a walk around the harbour in the company of a most perfect companion. Concluding the booking with yet another wonderful evening of brilliant and passionate sex.

After the day.

We have been to shows, events and numerous restaurants, they have all been wonderful too. Sometimes however relaxed conversation, good food and a city putting on a special evening is enough to create simple perfection. To me this companion is exactly that, the representation of a perfect summer evening.

If you read my article on ‘Friends and Lovers’, I hope and believe that this companion is also my friend. She is also occasionally a ‘ghost’ (see article), after all, who really can hold continuous joy in their heart at every moment. I have learned to let the bookings be the moment and enjoy the sporadic communication in between. This was a challenge for me for a while, but as you learn more about a person, you also learn to appreciate differences in style. This young woman has taught me a little about letting go, enjoying the moment and letting gaps be meaningful and lighthearted. I may be learning to appreciate the step-in and step-out strengths and meaningful highs of a ghost-like connection. I am also learning to have fun and enjoy the adventure.

As I said in my last ‘perfect date story’, I hope you enjoyed hearing about this booking and even more so, I hope you have had similarly powerful and pleasant experiences all of your own.

Thank you for your readership. Feel free to comment here, share and give me feedback on Twitter. I hope that my perfect date story reminds you of some of your own.

Xx SP 3 April 2017 (article updated 19 May 2017).

Degustation Dream

Recollection of a perfect night – the story of one booking.

The set-up to this story of one perfect night.

This is the story of one moment in time. I am going to take a slightly different approach to my previous blog posts on ‘client-escort’ topics and recount a single booking – a perfect booking.

I have more of these to come (subsequent to this story, I have added ‘Harbour Lights’ and ‘Holiday Hideaway’). What can I say, I have been very, very fortunately, so please don’t take the order of articles, story content or any other aspect as some vote, preference or ranking system. Let me know if you want to hear more of this type of article. The story is true, detail has only been left out for privacy and to protect the guilty – me! I hope you enjoy the story of a perfect night.

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Meeting again!

My first meeting with this wonderful escort was worthy of a similar story, one for another day. It was fortunate and serendipitous for its own reasons and that first booking had left me wanting a second booking – something that wasn’t possible for a while due to a number of reasons, a delay that heightened the anticipation of this ‘sequel’ date.

Our second booking, this booking, now named by me for literary effect as ‘Degustation Dream’ was planned as a dinner date and locked in weeks ahead of schedule. We kept some infrequent but pleasant contact, counting down the weeks and keeping the expectations high – it is a pleasant thing as a client to anticipate a future booking and to believe it is pleasantly anticipated by the escort as well. Eventually the day came.

The arrival.

We met at the hotel where I was staying, she was running a little late and advised me of the delay by text. I set myself up in the lobby bar to find that a wedding or engagement party was in full swing. I was fortunate enough to get the last two seats in the hotel lounge. I ordered two glasses of champagne, partly as a signal to the function guests that the other seat was taken.

My companion for the evening arrived in a thin, elegant and rather revealing sun dress, relaxed and sexy, but also formal enough for a restaurant dinner. Despite the large number of young men and women at the function, many turned and looked as she arrived. I still smile now remembering their looks as this beautiful, graceful and head-turning woman gave me a hug, flicked her hair and sat down to the champagne. Some of their curious looks turned to barely hidden disapproval when she sat down next to me. She didn’t even notice their disdain and started a casual, pleasant discussion with me, as though she had only been away to the bathroom and we were resuming a barely paused conversation. In the end, I think the champagne ended up on the bill of the function guests – I was winning already.

Off to dinner.

Our meal was at the other end of town, at a restaurant recommended to me by a work colleague. We caught an Uber Black and had a pleasant and what seemed short drive. When I entered the restaurant I became a little concerned. I am pretty sure I was the second-youngest person there, which made my companion for the evening by far the youngest. It seemed like the sort of ‘establishment’ place that old couples and executives haunt, and I was concerned that it would be stolid, uninspired food in a mausoleum style environment. I was very, very wrong!

Our waiter and sommelier were wonderful. We started by ordering a fine bottle of red wine and while considering the menu and raving over the wine, my companion said we didn’t need to ‘watch-the-clock’, and we could order the degustation option if that was my preference. Well you know the answer already from the title of this article, those words are always lovely to hear, never expected and always a most lovely bonus.

We had something approaching ten of the best small courses of food that I have ever had, and I am becoming a rather spoilt dinner guest. The sommelier seemed to be competing with himself with every matched wine, oh yes, we added the matched wines option, to out-describe the wine before it. Telling us of its history, region and the detail of why he had selected each wine for the particular course of the degustation – it was an absolute tour de force of a meal and the restaurant staff doted on us but also left us space for some very intimate conversations.

In the end we were almost the last guests to leave, thanked by the staff, probably keen to close-up, but impeccably well mannered. It cost a lot, but I almost welcomed the bill, it was the best meal for two people I think that I have ever had. The food and drinks were amazing, and the conversation, on only our second meeting, was equally divine. We discussed our personal philosophies, elements of our history, things we had in common and where we wanted to go in life. I know escorts and clients must keep secrets in reserve, but I don’t remember feeling that any discussion was off limits – it was just hours, and I mean hours, of dining and blissful company.

OK, so we we’re both pretty drunk. I don’t suggest that this is a good idea in most cases, as too much alcohol can drastically diminish performance, enjoyment and memory – all bad for client-escort dates. In addition, if you aren’t both in a good mood, expect the alcohol to make the mood worse. Despite that caveat, we were both having a ball. I suspect that the Uber driver taking us back to the hotel would have a different story, but hey, I don’t recall much of that trip, other than we were very close together.

Back at the hotel.

So maybe when you are floating in a dream, the effect of alcohol on libido is different. In this case, I had no alcohol related performance issues. I am not a writer of sexy literature and I’m also very reluctant to go into too many details, other than to say that I was very keen to have sex and it took almost no effort. We didn’t make it past the couch in the hotel suite before we were at it, in relatively raw and vigorous release, after hours of getting close to each other.

Then to the balcony in the night air. I think the fresh-air hit me, because I couldn’t see or focus on any long-range vision beyond the immediacy of my escort companion. More specifically her back, her hair and the back of the rest of her naked body – you get the idea. I don’t know if anyone could see us, I suspect that they could, and neither of us cared, we were in sheer wanton disregard of the modesty of the rest of the city at night.

Then lastly to the bedroom and by that stage, I had slowed a little, it was gradual, face to face and more intimate. I think after that I let the team down, as although I thought I had put up a sterling display, my companion was doing better than me, younger, fitter, better and probably would have pushed me further still, but I believe she kindly let me off-the-hook claiming a similar level of fatigue. This was not a short session either, there was more talking and quieter intimate moments as well. My companion had really gone off-the-clock, and I am again not suggesting that this should ever be expected, ever, but it was so nice to look back later, reminiscing about that night, and realise the honour granted by my companion to allow it all to come to an end when it came to an end.

Post booking.

We got dressed, slowly as drunk and tired people tend to do. I walked my companion to her car and yet again we stopped, don’t worry, not to drive anywhere. I joined her in my first cigarette for several years, and then another and then another. We had more conversations and ultimately she decided to crash for what little of the night remained at a friends place nearby. I wandered back to my hotel very slowly, the walk of a very tired but very satisfied person, savouring the night and with a spring in my step.

I woke up to a massive hangover, the type where it seems someone is working on the inside of your temples with twin jack-hammers. I was due to fly out and it took me a long time to pack up the room, finding packets, condoms and remnants of the evening everywhere – with each little ‘find’, I smiled and then my headache reminded me not to smile so quickly.

We exchanged a number of messages the next day. I think my main comment was at how amazing the evening was and at how ‘broken’ I felt. I really was broken, I was sore in the strangest of places for almost a week afterward – strangely it was a pleasant pain, bringing back a recollection of one of my favorite experiences.

We have seen each other since, will hopefully continue to see each other more in the future, and every booking has been a joy. The bar was set very high that night, and I think we have come very close to equaling it now on a few other wonderful occasions. We have often spoken about that one ‘stand-out’ night that just went perfectly start-to-finish – my Degustation Dream (a name I have only just bestowed on this wonderful evening, this wonderful memory).

Please don’t try and identify my companion. Also, please don’t think I am discounting other mind-blowing experiences, if this article format proves popular, I will include more of these individual date stories alongside the other article types. I simply wanted to tell the story of a great booking.

I hope you enjoyed hearing about this booking and even more so, I hope you have had similarly powerful and pleasant experiences of your own.

Xx SP 30 March 2017 (article updated 17 May 2017).