Percie the Escort

Providing intimacy for someone else …

What is it like to ‘turn the tables’? This is the tale of the day that Percie was fortunate enough, to get a small taste of what it might be like, to be a male Escort. Possibly a once-in-a-lifetime chance to be the provider of intimacy for a female client.

Now before everyone gets their ‘knickers in a twist’, no one is suggesting that this is an authentic account of what being a male Escort is like. For one thing, I don’t have what it takes. It is however the true account of what it feels like for a long-standing client of escorts, to come as close to a ‘role change’ as possible, for a single experience. It didn’t teach me what it is like to be a male Escort, but it did teach me some other very interesting lessons.

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So How Did This Experience Come About?

It began on Twitter. Isabella Lawrence @SensualIsabella and I had been connected on Twitter for some time. When I started blogging, I began getting comments, both public and private from Isabella about the articles I was writing. I don’t think she liked my blog very much at the start, and was harsh but helpful on some of my naive early client views. Isabella is a writer as well, and has a lovely style and very interesting blog. We chatted in Twitter Private Messages (PMs) and started sharing part of our stories with each other and a connection built. I think she started to like me a little and I liked her, and our communications grew in frequency.

As a result, we agreed that when I was planning to be in Queensland later in the year, we would catch up for a coffee. We would meet face-to-face for the first time, discuss our mutual interests, our blog writing, and get to know each other a little better. Isabella and I had discovered that our other areas of work overlapped in the same professional field, and we started comparing notes, stories and even some professional support as part of our growing connection. We discussed what form the Queensland meeting would take, and settled on a companionship booking and either lunch or dinner – I would be the client obviously.

Then in mid-year, Isabella announced that she would be coming to Sydney for a visit. The visit was connected to both her escorting work and her other professional activities. Given our recent dialogue around her other professional field, we discussed the possibility of moving our first meeting forward, and grabbing a much earlier chance for a face-to-face meal in Sydney. Somewhere along the line, the conversation started to include joking banter about her booking me as her male companion for her upcoming Sydney business trip. A fun and unusual way of extracting some mentoring for her other work, and combining it with some personal intimacy. Initially it was a joke. In the early discussions, it was light-hearted ribbing and neither of us were taking it seriously, but it was a fun exchange and we both kept it going at different times.

I never believed that anyone would want to book me and pay me for intimacy. Isabella was having some fun, relieving boredom online, and I believe honestly letting me know that she was interested in taking our online conversation into a real-world one. In July, a month out from her Sydney visit, the joke become more serious and then a real conversation about logistics started to happen. How would it work in practice? Would it be OK? Would we both be comfortable with that dynamic? I was ‘sh^t scared to be honest, and I imagine that her own nerves and anxiety at the plan of booking me as her male companion were heightened as well. Suddenly we both agreed it would go ahead as a lunch booking on the 3rd of August, when we would both be in Sydney. It was locked in and it was going to happen.

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The Lead-Up To The Booking

We both nearly cancelled the idea on a number of occasions. Both of our insecurities were strong and laid bare. I didn’t know if I could play the part of a Male Escort. I didn’t have the physique, the skills, the youth, the Viagra or any idea, despite my significant experience as a client, on what I should do and how to do it. Isabella seemed to be concerned that she was not my type of Escort (or client), explaining that she was different to most of the Escorts that she had deduced I was booking. We both assured each other that there was no issue, and we had lovely exchanges of messages that reduced our mutual anxiety.

If we were going to do this, I wanted the experience to be as authentic as possible. I knew it was a sham of course, but I still wanted it to be a different and unique experience. It was a sham, because I knew her online, she wasn’t some unknown client with all of the uncertainty, risks and first meeting anonymity. I knew what she looked like, I knew she was a professional escort with all of the skills, comfort and easiness that would bring to the booking. It was a role-reversal pure and simple. I had to try and be the attentive provider, establishing my boundaries and rules, but still trying to live up to the wishes and dreams of my client. She was going to be able to play the client, deciding what she wanted from the booking and letting me know what her desires were and how I could try and satisfy them. At one point she joked that she could play the part of a deliberately difficult client, if I really wanted to see ‘authentic’. That alone was an arousing and intriguing thing. Could I satisfy my client, even if it was more act than reality, especially if they were making it challenging for me?

I went and purchased condoms, lube and other paraphernalia. I had a haircut, purchased some new clothes and an ‘out-call’ bag. I always prepare for my bookings as a client, but I wanted to be the best provider that I could be, and I went to extra effort. It was all part of the fun, and it was also enjoyable to talk about the difference of this experience online. We slowly went from ‘keeping it quiet’ to sharing little bits and pieces of the lead up on Twitter. Isabella told me that if I was a ‘real Escort’, I would need a profile. So I made one up, sent it to her and then posted a version of it on Twitter as well.

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The Booking – Lunch

I arrived at my hotel in the morning and my room wasn’t ready. I needed to get in, shower, put my long planed preparation in place and be calm and ready. I had organised an early check-in, but the last guest had held everything up by leaving late. My first real lesson came at that point. I was so much more anxious. I couldn’t message my Escort and say lets meet somewhere else, or the room isn’t ready yet. I was the provider, it needed to be perfect and I didn’t want my first thing to be an excuse about a problem caused by someone else. I begged and argued and finally got into my room, with 20-minutes before I needed to leave for lunch. It was far more stressful than being the client and just updating an Escort on external problems – I didn’t want any external problems, I wanted to be the perfect companion and be ready and on time.

I arrived at our lunch at the agreed time, just, it was a close thing. Isabella was already at Rockpool in Sydney and she got up to greet me. I nearly tripped on a chair and it spoiled my planned introduction. I could feel little glossy sweat beads starting to form on my forehead, from the really strong nerves I was feeling. We sat and I hid my hands under the table to try and remain cool and look as relaxed and debonair as I could manage. We broke the ice quickly. It was an easy conversation, with lots of laughing and it was all wonderful and amazingly natural. I did start to forget that I was meant to be ‘providing’ the companionship. Isabella is a natural and an amazing conversationalist, so this was hardly an authentic experience of having to work hard to get a conversation going, or find common ground, or deal with the menu and fine dining issues of someone less experienced. Anyone dining with Isabella is in for a great time – and we sure had a great time.

My only lesson or difference of experience here, apart from the opening nerves, was a surprising one. It was something I should have realised, but it caught me completely by surprise. I wasn’t paying for the lunch, so all of a sudden intense anxiety hit me about what was the right approach to ordering – did I need to go cheap, mid-range or take Isabella’s offer, the same one that I make all the time, have whatever you want. I went mid-range with the meal and the wine, which at Rockpool is still an extravagance. It wasn’t exactly what I would have ordered if I was paying, especially the wine, but it was close. It made me wonder that when I said ‘have whatever you want’ to companions, how restrained were they really being? How were they making their judgements on what to order? How in future could I really, really convince them to relax and order whatever they really wanted to eat and drink and have a good time. This is a subtle difference between client and provider, but it surprised the hell out of me and made me angry at myself that I hadn’t thought of this difference before.

It was an amazing lunch, really first class and Isabella was magnificent. I hope that I managed to play the part of provider well enough. I did try and shut up about myself and listen more to her, ask her questions, and let her have the lunch conversation that she wanted, but hell, I’m a talker and it is hard to change that in one go. I think I did OK.

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The Booking – Dessert

We went back to the Shangri La hotel in a taxi, holding hands, continuing to laugh and taking our time as Isabella was recovering from a recent knee injury. I knew she was in a fair bit of pain, but she was pushing on. I was in a really comfortable place, and I was thinking to myself, I want to show Isabella the best possible time that I can. I know I can’t ‘rock someone’s world’ with professional male Escort skills, but I wanted to be intimate, be of service and make her feel good about inviting me.

Isabella had selected me. She actually wanted to meet me, see me, treat me and be intimate with me. That is amazingly special. It is hard even to write this, because it is making me emotional all over again. I have had girlfriends, been married, and even been propositioned for affairs (on very rare occasions), but I had never before had someone choose me in this way. It is nice when Escorts indicate that they are close to me and are happy to accept re-bookings. It does make me feel special as a client, but I am still paying to see them.

It is something else entirely for someone to actively choose me. I wonder now when I see aggressive complaining about minor client annoyances, happening on platforms like Twitter, whether these more seasoned professional Escorts remember, how few people actually get to be chosen in this way. I found it very special, humbling and fulfilling to have the feeling, even for just a moment of role-reversal, to be chosen to be someone’s paid companion.

Almost anyone can be a client. If they make the right approach, are decent, have the money and behave the right way, they can see amazing Escorts. Not many people can be Escorts. Develop a brand that has personal and intimate appeal, make others want them so badly that they will pay, over and over again, and often fall for them. It is special to be of service and to be wanted. Isabella made me feel so special, it is probably the most desired I have ever felt in my life. Someone wanted to be with me badly enough that they would pay me for the privilege. Even in the pretending of this, it was a special moment where I got lost in the role reversal and saw how much of a gift being desired is.

We spoke more. Isabella told me that there was no pressure, we didn’t have to go through with anything and we could just talk and have fun. We did a little of that of course, but I wanted to get intimate with my client for the day, and try and make her happy with me. I did OK again. I wish I had done better, but nerves and self-imposed pressure played their part. I was turned on and hard, no Viagra required, and was having a great time physically, but I admit it was lucky that Isabella was a professional. Despite our role-reversal, it was clear who was the novice (me) and who was the expert (Isabella).

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I don’t know how Escorts manage time, I was terrible. I had always intended to go over time, but I really had no idea, and hadn’t really prepared myself for being ‘on-the-ball’ with alarms, or a discrete clock, or some other way of knowing and managing the time. In the end, I left at close to 6pm, about 90-minutes more than our agreed 4-hour session. I was having a great time, I would have stayed longer, but you know, professional boundaries. Of course Isabella also let me stay until then, so she was cutting me some ‘rare experience’ slack as well. I had a wonderful afternoon, it was an amazing and unique experience, and in many ways it was really pure. Two people that thought they might get along, finding out that their expectations were right. I know Isabella will never book me again – I’m simply just not male Escort material, but I will book her. She is a wonderful Escort.

The Aftermath!

Isabella gave me a card, a gift (Whisky of course) and my fee, a once-only special ‘newby discount’ rate of $50 for what turned out to be a 6-hour lunch. Far more than I’m worth. That payment is “going straight to the pool-room” – framed and honoured. The one time that Percie was paid for sex, the day gravity turned up-side down, water ran up-hill and time went backwards. The day that Percie got to pretend to be a male Escort. Thank you Isabella for a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Now whether I had prepaid Isabella for this to be a role-play or not, really shouldn’t matter to anyone but us. Regardless of that, we both knew that this was pretend, a fabricated experience. Isabella is a professional escort, I am a client. That is the world and although this experience probably taught us both things, especially me, it wasn’t real. No one suggested that all of a sudden Percie was an escort, but despite that, Twitter went into a mini melt-down!

A number of our connections had been celebrating the lead-up, the fun and games of the preamble, and then the booking itself. We both left the day thinking that we had shared our wonderful experience with some of our Twitter buddies. The next morning was a different and nasty world. Apparently we had committed some huge offense against humanity. Some was directed at me, some at Isabella, we both got more than our fair share of haters. Apparently somehow we had disrespected the industry, some smack-in-the-face for struggling workers. It was said that my ego was running wild, that all of a sudden I thought of myself as some gun male Escort. Of course none of the haters asked, none of them discussed, and none of them tried to understand the story or even take a look at the lead-up. Since this was something different, they jumped in, with their own agenda, their own issues, and their own viciousness. A little Twitter campaign against Isabella, or me, or both of us ran for a few days.

The level of nastiness drove Isabella to an asthma attack and hospitalization. In my case, I am actually appreciative of the outcomes. It showed me some vicious people to avoid, it showed me some people that I thought would support me that didn’t, it showed me some that supported me privately, and it showed others that despite the significant personal risk to themselves, didn’t hesitate to jump in and support me. To those that sent me private well wishes, thank you so much. To those that put themselves on the line, I really don’t know how to thank you, or if I will ever be able to repay you – but I know who you are, I love you, and I saw first hand the quality of people that you are. Brave, lovely and like me, stupid enough to jump into social media storms, when far more sensible people would steer clear.

I’m not worried for me, but the malice directed to Isabella is unforgivable in my opinion. The people who complain about their own trolls, haters and aggressors that can hypocritically turn on a lovely and sensitive colleague – well I guess you know what I think. Somehow she is more forgiving of you than I am, so if you still think harm was done here, it was my doing and not hers.

I have this strange feeling of joy at the experience and meeting Isabella. Thankfulness at the insights and lessons that it taught me. Also some thankfulness in knowing who to trust and who not to trust. Plus residual surprise at how these crazy Twitter storms grow and progress, and who it is that seems to want to fuel them.

I am no Escort. I am a pretty simple average guy who is a client of sex workers. I write on the experience occasionally. I make mistakes, I have issues and I stuff up. This wasn’t one of those ‘stuff-ups’, it was always respectful of this industry and if anything, it has given me even more respect for the challenges of being an Escort – especially when solidarity and support within the community goes missing.

Update May 2018

For some reason, some people still have a problem with this whole idea and booking. No one actually wants to say it out in the open, or explain their specific issue. Why it is OK for an Escort to see what it is like to be a client, but clients are not allowed to be paid for sex or have anything like that experience. I missed the rule book on this and I still miss it. If one day I wanted to try my hand at being a mature aged Male Escort, surely a long history as a client would be of benefit. Anyway, perhaps I’m just engaging with troll and haters and perhaps most people see this for what it was – a one off experience and a bit of fun. It still gets me a lot of hate mail.

Thank you for reading. I hope that you can respect Isabella and leave her alone or show her your support. In my case, see this tale however you want. A fun role-play, an ego maniac client, a blight on the industry, or just a guy on a journey. It has cured me of thinking I can somehow get everyone to like me – that lesson alone was worth the experience. To Isabella my companion for the day, it was special, you are amazing, and I love you for being part of this with me. Thank you so much!

Xx SP 7 September 2017 (updated 22 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).

My journey, a beginning

Why this blog? My journey as a client of sex-workers.

A little on my reasons for writing.

This article (originally from 6 March 2017 and adjusted slightly when republished on 31 March 2018) was a beginning for me — in the sense of talking publicly, and in a longer article format, about my experiences. The emotions, humour, sadness, loneliness, encounters and the nature of being a client of sex-workers.

I am not claiming any special experience, insights or right to speak. Although I am not new to seeing escorts, I am not suggesting my experience is the same as the experiences of anyone else, nor am I speaking on behalf of anyone else. My story is mine alone, with all the limits of my personal flaws, prejudices and emotional constraints.

(Note: This introduction post has had a little update on 31 March 2018, after a further 61-blog posts written over the year that followed the original launch of the this blog. Key themes haven’t changed much, but it is now, once again the first article, as I relaunch this platform. Welcome, or as the case may be, welcome back.)

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Deciding to start a blog.

I am a lonely middle-aged Australian. I started seeing primarily private escorts a little more than two years ago, and I have had the wonderful privilege to have been able to make a relatively large number of bookings during this period. That doesn’t make me an expert on anything, in fact the more I experience, the less I realise I actually know. Plus my mind changes all the time on what I think about this journey!

The articles that I intend to write are primarily personal experiences. Strange things, beautiful things, bad behaviour, good behaviour, the range of experiences, post booking melancholy, post booking joys, the challenges and joys of being a regular, falling in love, setting expectations and most of all, how I have felt while I have traveled upon this journey.

Beginnings as a client of escorts.

My actual entry as a client of sex-workers is boringly vanilla. I only admitted to myself later that it is a sort-of rolling mid-life-crisis. The event that happens commonly when what is left of one’s life is shorter than what is behind. In this moment one may find, as I did, that they are unhappy with where they find themselves and their experiences. Such a life change, is often a dramatic one, including the desire to grab hold of youth and rich experience, before the chance is gone for good. My actual ‘entry’ story is detailed more in ‘Becoming a Client’.

I knew less than zero about seeing escorts and the industry more broadly. I had no idea how to make an initial approach, the law, the etiquette. I was also overweight, sexually inexperienced and racked with stress from both the ‘secret life’ as well as other external factors in my life at the time.

Despite all of this, seeing sex-workers has been one of the best choices I ever made and has left me with exactly what I wanted, in the midst of a mid-life-crisis, the feeling that I had new experiences and memories that would stay with me. My journey has had amazing moments, challenging ones and I am still resolving many of the emotions. I also continue learning more about both the industry and being a decent human being, in this strange new ‘double-life’ of mine. In the year since I started this blog, I have also learned from the people, clients and sex-workers, who have engaged with me about it.

Purpose of this blog.

My intention with this blog is to write as topics come to mind (the initial year has seen a fairly large quantity of articles – that I am about to republish). I hope to explore topics and experiences of meaning and significance to me. This is part of my process of working out what I have learned (and still have yet to learn or experience), internalizing it and seeing what others think about these same topics. If any of it is of interest, makes you think, or want to share a comment, then that is a great outcome.

I reiterate what I said on the ‘about’ page, that no personal information, secrets or identifiable information is going to be published here, without the full and complete approval of anyone mentioned! However I am going to get into complex emotions and the best and worst of my experiences and observations – warts and all (with suitable time and fact changes to ensure everyone’s protection, including my own).

I hope that you enjoy the blog, share your comments and let me know what you think. In addition to where I started this journey, I may also add some guest contributors, who have offered to write some future content as well. I hope that you find it interesting.

Xx – SP 6 March 2017 (updated – 1 May 2017 and again on 31 March 2018).

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Cheers!

A moment of celebration and reflection. Cheers!

Today seems like a special day. It is an anniversary, an eve, a celebration and a commiseration – it is a milestone that just needed some things to be said.

Today I feel as good as I have in a long, long time. Tomorrow I have minor surgery, and in the weeks and months ahead, I have big, big, life changes planned. So cheers!

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Why Today?

Tomorrow, I have minor surgery. My nasal septum is getting straightened and my tonsils are coming out. Then I will be in recovery for a couple of weeks. As with all surgery, there are some minor risks, and that made me want to write something – just in case.

Today is also the second anniversary of my first booking with an Escort who still likes to see me. That is a wonderful milestone for me, the start of a third-year with an adored companion who has been with me almost since my beginning as a client.

Cheers!

So here are my toasts, just some things I would like to celebrate with all of the appropriate people when I’m back in good health.

To all of my companion lovers, whether we met once or many times, in my journey of a little over two years, you have all changed me, improved me, loved me and shared experiences with me. This has been the best two (and a bit) years of my life.

A Little More Specific.

To those I don’t see anymore, I remember you! Those that have retired I think on your journey and wish you well regularly. For those that I chose not to see again (yet), that doesn’t mean your impact wasn’t enormous. For those that have chosen not to see me any more, I wish you well too.

I am sorry if I asked for too little or too much, gave too little or too much, or created any other dynamic where continuation wasn’t desired. I once saw this as a negative reflection on my personal wish to be a ‘good client’. Now I know that every relationship is personal, individual and complex. I know I am a good client – an exceptional one actually – but I am not eveyone’s ‘good client’. I am just a good match with a small number of people. That is as it should be.

I have also fallen for companions. Not expecting any change in our dynamic – I just fell in love. That created it’s own issues, because hurts can be far more profound. I have learned from these connections too and also from those wonderful people who wanted more from me than I could give.

It is a strange thing, that so many of our relationships are out of balance. What we want from some, others want from us, and the number of times this is in a complete harmonic balance is so small and even then, often only temporary. We all need to learn to live with gaps, contrast, disharmony and still make our own journey joyful, balanced and in harmony. I feel I am starting to learn this and for me, that harmony depends on connections with many people.

People I love and don’t love me in return. People that love me and I have lesser love for them. People passing through. Contacts, blockers, lovers, haters, givers, takers and all sorts of people in different stages and with different needs. I am blessed to have this richness in my life, my life is not dull.

Lucky Me.

I am a very lucky man and I expect to be even luckier in the future. I am choosing this surgery as a pathway to a better future. I am making hard life decisions for the positive consequences that they will bring. I am exiting people from my life, and bringing in others, so that I can enrich their lives and they can enrich mine.

Every step has risks. Risk that it is an end, in one way or another. Risks of pain, hurt, upset and offense. With every risk, there is the potential for reward. Breathing freely, without regular throat infections and snoring is a reward for tomorrow’s risks.

My journey in this industry is similar. Risks of meeting new people. Rewards of making longer-term and regular contacts. Risks of writing and the rewards of thinking and receiving feedback. Pain from loses, hurts and ‘lessons’. Pain from involuntarily hurting others. But joy, friends, experiences, fun and wonderful intimacy. So much joy and so many people that I think about at every spare moment.

If you think I don’t mean you, you are probably wrong. If we have met, I think about you, I value you and I am blessed by the time we have had together. I hope we get to share more of our journey together.

Xx SP 26 February 2018

Blue Moon Week (Pt-1)

Some experiences will never be repeated but always remembered.

Only Once In A Blue Moon!

This is the story of a unique 72-hours in my life! Everything was unexpected, everything was unusually special, everything will never, ever, be repeated again. This three-day period is my ‘once in a blue moon’ story, I can’t see me ever having a tale quite like this to recount again.

This ‘three-part’ booking recollection is not meant to suggest anything about escort-client bookings, as you will see this booking, and the ones to follow (sorry the other chapters aren’t going to be published), are very special cases. What happened was unusual, I have no expectation of any similar experiences in the future, and these are not stories of how ‘escort-client’ bookings should normally proceed. This is the story of a rare set of exceptions to the rules, this is the story of what can only ever happen … Once In A Blue Moon!

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Blue Moon Week – Day One – A Long Anticipated Meeting

This was to be a first meeting, a long anticipated extended dinner booking. We had been ‘chatting’ on Twitter for a considerable amount of time, and the tyranny of distance had worked against us meeting, but we were finally going to be in the same city. The long-planned day had finally arrived.

I was very nervous about this booking. I think this was for a combination of reasons, including how well we had connected with each other online. Given that people often comment on the difference between Percival Blakeney as a blogger and Twitter persona and what I am actually like in person – face-to-face as a real boy. I thought what if she likes Percie, as a construction of Twitter and this blog, but doesn’t like me? Similarly, I had been excited by the clear intellect and very different perspectives of this amazing woman, but I was also anxious that maybe our world’s were too different, and we may not have enough of a common point of personal connection.

As the ‘real-life’ meeting was about to happen, I wondered whether I had built my expectations far too high – something that as we all know, can make the reality seem less than it is. I was nervous about my high expectations and I was nervous about living up to her expectations as well.

Planning Turns To Reality.

Our plan was a special extended dinner, we had selected a high-end restaurant for a long, slow, enjoyable conversation to extend on our online discussion and then retire to the hotel afterwards. A pretty typical ‘extended dinner booking’ plan. I arrived at the restaurant, took the table, ordered a cocktail (no surprises there) and started looking at my phone and the lovely view from the table.

As often happens for those of us touring, escorts and clients, flights, traffic, hotel check-in, taxis, Ubers and the general logistics get in the way. My lovely companion let me know that she was delayed. I responded that I had waited this long to meet, waiting a little longer was no issue at all, and would you like me to order you a drink? I sat, waiting and getting even more nervous because of the anticipation that surrounded this first meeting. I even had strange thoughts that she might see me, decide against the meeting and ‘walk away’.

We Meet!

Then another message arrived. In the rush, my companion had forgotten her bag and was out front but unable to pay for the taxi, she was unnecessarily embarrassed and apologetic. So I walked out the front and turned down the busy street and saw my companion for the night for the first time. She was stunningly beautiful, dressed in a thin dress, a woolen hat, and her beautiful fine blond hair moving in the breeze. She was in a heightened state of anxiety, standing beside the taxi, still looking graceful, beautiful and ethereal as the city moved around her. I hadn’t seen her face before this and I was struck by how beautiful my companion was. I paid the taxi driver without even looking at him.

We exchanged nervous pleasantries and started the short walk back to the restaurant. I had my arm around her waist and she felt and smelled the way that she looked, light, graceful and the most accurate description “extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world” … ethereal. She quickly recovered from her anxiousness, stopped me right in front of the restaurant welcoming staff, looked into my eyes and then gave me a deep, long and full kiss. I still carry my ‘no physical contact’ upbringing with me, despite my efforts to discard it, and I froze for a second. Then I realised how amazing this moment was, let go, and enjoyed this surprising, warm and intimate moment – in full view of the restaurant staff that I had walked past just a moment before. It was a surprise moment, forever gifted to my memory for its strength, novelty, impulsiveness and power.

We Eat!

We were shown to the table, well shown back to the table in my case. Deciding quickly to go with the long, slow, time consuming degustation and matching wines option. We both knew already that it was going to be a longer than expected night. The food and wine was great, but my companion was far more amazing. Smiling, looking into my eyes, asking insightful questions, telling me about her life, teasing very deep things from me and offering up those of her own as well. This person really knew me.

She had somehow seen between the badly written and often sterile writing of my blog articles. She had seen between the pendulum of my Twitter posts as I move between overly optimistic client content and overly pessimistic assessments of ‘what does it all mean’. When so many other people misunderstand this client persona, she had gone even further than I could ever have expected, she had already seen the real me underneath. We had so much in common, but not because of any special gifts that I have, but because of the breadth of her understandings, experiences and her amazing personal ability to get to know someone – really, deeply know them.

The hours of the dinner passed in a flash. Conversation was not rushed but never seemed to stall either. We both got a little tipsy from the matched wines, there were serious moments, laughing moments, giggles and some sneaky kissing and touching. I’m sure other restaurant guests were probably looking in our direction dismayed at our lack of restraint, but to the restaurant’s credit, our service staff seemed to enjoy and support our connection. I think we left just in time, my need to be physically with my companion was getting very intense, a level of desire that I haven’t felt very often.

We Meet Again!

Thankfully the hotel wasn’t far away. We were in the room fast, out of most of our clothes fast, and then we met again, this time physically. It was needed, it was release, it was passionate and intense, but it wasn’t rushed. We made use of almost all of the hotel room and bathroom, for how long I don’t know, but it was late, very late, probably the better description was that we had seen in the new day and it was now early.

At the end, my companion started to shake a little, a subtle quiver in the dark, lying beside me and partially on me. She was crying a little, and asked if I minded if she let go and cried. I think normally this may have surprised me a little, and maybe even fed into some of my own insecurities. Here though, in this moment, it was completely natural, understandable, even necessary. We were both in release, we were comfortable and we both knew things about what the other was going through at this time in our lives. She cried quietly but fully for a while, and I did too. I don’t cry, like I really don’t cry – almost ever. I cried like a baby and it felt great. It was another form of release on top of all of the other sexual release and it was a beautiful closure of the date.

I have been crying ever since, fairly regularly as it happens. I think this was an opening up of me, a permission, or some other catharsis that changed me and is still changing me. I can’t tell you exactly how or why, but it felt right and it felt important and it felt perfect.

We Part!

This was not a normal booking. I don’t open up like that to anyone at a first meeting. My companion had also made decisions on the way through the booking to let it be different, to let it last, to let it play out as it did. She left me slowly, kindly and in a caring way. There wasn’t much of the night left, I laid down on the hotel bed expecting to sleep for a few hours before the world kicked back in, and I had to reset for a work day. I couldn’t sleep, I was relaxed, calm, happy and at peace, but I was also contemplative and needed to make the moment last as long as I could.

Slowly wondering what had just happened, who was this person who seemed to know me and what I needed so well. The room was rich with the remnants of our sex, the smell, warmth and feeling kept me cocooned in some weird post-sex meditative state. I didn’t sleep and soon enough my alarm went off, telling me it was eight in the morning and I had an hour to get to a business client meeting.

This was not a normal booking. It certainly wasn’t a normal first meeting. It isn’t representative of anything that came before and I suspect of anything that will come again. It was unique on so many levels, it was truly a ‘Once In A Blue Moon’ experience and strangely it marked the first-day of a three-day run of remarkable, unique, ‘Blue Moon’ experiences. I will write part two and three soon and although disconnected in many ways, it is an inseparable 72-hours for me – never to be relived, never to be forgotten and still transforming me many weeks later (sorry everyone the other chapters will have to stay private).

My companion and I are in different geographies and yet in some similar places in respect of a coincidence of our own individual life transitions. We remain in contact, we will be meeting again soon, I am sure sparks will fly and it will be amazing, but it won’t be, it can’t be, the same as this amazing first meeting. The focal point that this night played in a transformation of me is unique. It is still unfolding and is clearly a once-only thing. It is another escort experience that can’t be undone – I have changed as a result of that night and the two that followed. Thank you to a beautiful, gentle and deeply insightful soul who chose to spend a transformational ‘Blue Moon Night’ with me!

Thank you to my companion, as always, please keep speculation on people involved to yourself. Thank you for your readership. Please keep any comments respectful, we all know this is unusual and there is no suggestion that any other booking should ever unfold like this or any implication or excuse that it is OK to disrespect any boundaries, timing and the normal dynamics of an escort-client booking. Your own experiences and feelings are of course most welcome comments.

Xx SP 21 June 2017.

Interview With An Escort

Guest article – an escort’s perspective. Interview with Mischa.

Guest Article – Interview with Mischa.

Today marks the first ‘guest authored’ blog post on this site. We are going to hear from an Australian escort, Mischa, about her perspective and experiences.

Conducted by email and phone, I asked Mischa a series of questions, and eleven of those responses are included here. I know that my other posts are from a client perspective, but here as a change of pace, is the perspective of a working Australian escort.

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Mischa, how did you become a sex-worker and what was the early journey like?

My foray into escort work began the same way that I suspect a lot of other escorts did, with a broken heart. I had been in a relationship with a man that was considerably older than I was, and married. When he unceremoniously broke up with me via email, I saw working as an escort as a way to give other men what I had given him: intimacy, conversation, and new adventures that were not a threat to his everyday life as a husband and a father. Working as an escort would also provide me with the opportunity to earn money to cover university, textbooks, and other expenses.

Aside from the financial benefits and my genuine love of the job, I do have an additional reason for working as an escort. Just as you (PB) have written about ‘wanting to reclaim some of your youth before it is gone’, I am trying to make the most of my youth while I still have it. I’m scared that if I don’t, I will one day turn into the mother from the Adrian Lux song, Teenage Crime. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, check it out.

What are you proud of, or feel is your best ‘sex-work asset’?

My plan was always to work within a model that made myself and clients feel valued and comfortable. I have very few clients, almost all of them are regulars and they are just the most pulchritudinous individuals that you could ever meet. I am always genuinely excited to see any one of them. One client recently described me as “a polygamous sugar baby”, which I thought was funny and probably quite accurate! GFE is definitely what I excel at, but I have been taking some classes in BDSM just to keep things interesting.

What are your plans for the future?

At this stage, I plan to continue working part-time as an escort until I either finish university or meet my own semi-silver fox (applications welcome!)

Do you have any thoughts on the industry that you would like to share?

I strongly believe that the in-call laws in Victoria need to be modified to be in line with other states. I also think that sometimes there is not enough understanding about just how much work goes into being an escort. Aside from the marketing and business side of things, you really need to possess a genuine ebullience. A generally calm and upbeat disposition and sense of adventure are a must. You need to be resilient and emotionally stable.

It amazes me when clients introduce themselves with a disclaimer that they consider themselves to be old and fat. I genuinely don’t notice physicality. Every client has a certain kalon all of their own. I love it when I can make a client laugh. I feel a great sense of accomplishment when someone tells me that they’ve had a great time.

Do you feel isolated or discriminated against as a sex-worker?

I’ve only felt discriminated against as a sex worker twice, once when a guy that I liked indicated that he wasn’t interested in me, and I highly suspect that it was because he knew about my escort work. The second time was when Instagram deleted my account, despite the fact that it contained no graphic content.

What makes a great booking? 

Flanter! (That’s a word from Geordie Shore. Flirting + banter = flanter!) Pre-booking contact is a great way to get to know a little about each other, it can help make everything flow beautifully. Repeat bookings are always fantastic, especially if you have discussed different things with the client that they would like to try. The more information that clients give escorts before they meet, the better. When you really ‘click’ with a client, it is an indescribable feeling of joy for me, and hopefully for them too.

What have you yet to do or experience?

I do have a secret ‘Sexual Bucket List’. I’d like to accompany clients to platonic events or on trips more often. Longer bookings are always my favourite, which is why I don’t typically offer one hour bookings. Some of my most memorable experiences have been with clients that have had me with them for two days and two nights.

Do you have an experience or anecdote that you feel like sharing?

I’m not ‘out’ with anyone in my real life. My family is quite close so I have always tried to hide my travel from my parents. However, when I lived in Queensland, I would sometimes ask them to feed my cat (not a euphemism by the way) while I was away. One day, after I had called my Mum to ask her to feed Mr Cat, she forgot to press ‘end’ straight away after we’d finished speaking. Clear as day, I heard her say to my Dad, “Why is she going away again? Do you think she’s running a drug trafficking ring?”. Recently I briefly mentioned to a client my intention to one day undergo a rhinoplasty. He replied with, “I’m not seeing you anymore. I’m not funding rubbish”.

Mischa, do you have a message you would love to get out to people?

I would encourage men (and women) to keep an open mind about seeing an escort. There is still this misconception that seeing a sex worker is absolutely taboo. Our lives are so short, and I strongly believe that we have a responsibility to ourselves to try every human experience possible. I would encourage everyone to put aside any anxiety or misgivings and try it. It’s so much less messy than having an affair. Even if you are between relationships or happily single, skin-to-skin contact and affection is still important. No two bookings (even with the same client) are ever the same. From frantic, urgent sex to slow and sensual and everything in between, every booking is an adventure.

What has surprised you about sex work?

No matter how emotionally strong you are, nothing prepares you for the day that a client tells you that he is in love with you and wants to leave his wife for you. That he would sometimes shed a tear in the lift when leaving our booking. That’s that only time that I have questioned my decision to become an escort. I thought, “What the hell am I doing?” I didn’t get into this to cause anyone hurt.

I have also been surprised when given gifts! One client gives me the loveliest handwritten cards every time we meet. I’ve been given a beautiful necklace, many adult toys and generous gift vouchers. When I receive a heartfelt note, or a client has cooked something for me, I’m really touched. I am constantly surprised at the gratitude that I feel from my encounters with smart, brilliant and inspiring men. I feel that they’ve often given me more than I can return. I’m really skilled at compartmentalising the different parts of my life, so it has surprised me that I’ve made friendships that I believe will last for a long time to come. I am really blessed.

Has working as an escort changed you as a person?

I have always held the belief that you should leave people in a better state than when you met them. I’ve always applied this philosophy to all of my work, relationships and people I meet socially. The same philosophy is especially relevant in sex work. On reflection, I have developed a greater empathy for anyone that I encounter in my life. I’m more open-minded towards relationships now. Perhaps choosing the one partner to fulfill every single role in your life (co-parent, lover, friend) is not for everyone.

Thank you to Mischa, my first guest for being interviewed and writing this article, I hope that you enjoy this perspective and a change of pace from my (client) perspective to that of a working Australian escort. Still to come, another client’s view, some more of my articles and maybe, after this piece, some other escort and industry guest articles. Thank you as always for your readership.

Since the original publication, both Mischa and I have received some negativity over publishing an escort’s perspective here. Please have some respect and keep hateful opinions to yourself. I deliberately wrote very straightforward and ‘non-leading’ questions, so as to reduce any influence, and this is Mischa’s story generously added here for your information, not your derision. If you can’t respect me, then please at least respect guest bloggers – their privacy and their right to their own views and stories.

Xx SP 6 June 2017 (well actually Mischa’s work – article updated 25 June 2017)