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The Entomologist

All my life I have been fascinated by the phenomenon of menfolk. So much so that I have dedicated my life to the study of these elusive creatures. Countless years have been spent sorting and classifying them into various categories in search of the ghost in the machine. Most intelligent men are very well guarded and one can only glimpse from time to time, a fragment of the code. If you are blessed enough to witness one of these revealing moments, don’t waste your time reaching out to grab it because it will escape you. All life is beautiful but beauty is relative to the beholder and an observer will affect the interpretation of the code, it is best to simply let it be. The magnificence that you are reaching out to grasp lives inside yourself and like the Higgs Boson the “man” particle is both there and not there the same time. My lifelong quest to isolate this particle by process of deduction has been tedious as one must first see something that might have been the “man” particle and then one must count the number of times one might have seen something that could have been the “man” particle and then if the difference is large enough then one probably has found it.

For years and years I have been carrying on in this manner, like the rubbish recycler on Grayston Drive I have been pushing my trolley uphill, in the rain, against the wind, trying to avoid collisions whilst carefully sifting through and recycling other women’s trash. (Ceaselessly searching for my polymer fix so that I could rush back and claim my 20c rebate from the recycling plant. Only joking. No, not really. Oh, you know what I mean.) It’s so easy to get lost in the process but if you become an expert at collecting and identifying plastics, if you are willing to slog your cart uphill all day long then you can make a decent living out of it, mostly because it’s a job that nobody else wants to do. Your competitive advantage is that there is not much competition because there are not many people out there who are crazy and fucked up enough to do what you are willing to do to earn a living unless they are desperate.a London courtesan's wish

It would therefore come as a shock to me and anyone in my position after searching so hard to find even a grain of manliness that I would accidentally trip and fall on the codex. The divina perfectio in forma humana has found me. Hidden in plain sight, I almost walked straight past it. Like Hiram Bingham staring up at Machu Piccu, I have to pinch myself to believe my luck. How was it that I who am always late for everything, managed to discover this monolithic shrine? It’s that moment when your dry cleaned shirt comes back from the hotel laundry wrapped in tissue paper and with the removal of each layer of tissue paper the anticipation grows. You are receiving something that was once dull and boring to you but due to the long wait, the crispy layered packaging, that freshly starched smell, your love for it experiences a rebirth and you get a second chance to appreciate an old shirt that you almost took for granted.

I was beginning to think my luck had run out, even my lucky knickers had lost their magic. I have been wondering around broken hearted, torturing myself for not being good enough. I thought the world was coming to an end and now I am drowning my sorrows in the arms of a young, handsome, super intelligent Grecian God. It’s like drowning in methamphetamine, I know that this could be bad for me but I just can’t stop myself. Of course, it is yet another man that I cannot have but it is the best “man-cation” I have been on in my life. Like Alice spiraling down the rabbit hole, all I feel is weightlessness and abstraction from time and reality. I am quite literally living a dream. The courtesan finds her very own courtier who tells tales of foreign lands, expounds legends and metaphors, lectures in relativity and logic, deciphers language and the origins of words. A man who has made a study of me and seems to understand.

I realise now how many times I have come close to happiness and for whatever reason it always escapes me. I comprehend that there is something wrong with the way I measure happiness but I just don’t care. As far as I’m concerned, everyone else is missing out. I know that I have paid a very high price for these few treasured moments but I value my moments close to how many people value their lifetimes. I am the one who is rich. I contain what most will not possess in a lifetime and I have the wisdom to know it. That is why most of my detractors dislike me, because I have a built in sieve that weighs for character, quality and content. A billion dollars won’t buy you that. You could crawl out of a gutter, paint yourself in an Armani suit, drown yourself in Chanel, park your sports car outside Newscafe but the minute you open your mouth, I will already have sounded you out.

Mile High Domination Club

A client asked me to join him on a flight back to London from New York. He had his own private jet. It was very impressive.

Before we took off I strapped him firmly into his seat. I knew how much he enjoyed being restrained. I took my seat beside him and watched out of the window as we took off and the lights of New York lit up the sky. When we were steadily soaring I unbuckled my seat belt and got up to roam around the cabin. He watched me as I walked around him. I stopped at the trunk that stood behind his chair and ordered him to keep his eyes facing forward as I rummaged through the trunks contents. As a domination escort I have to carry certain things with me.

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the dominatrix (not my photo)

I pulled out a few items and held them behind my back circling back around him so that he was facing me. I asked him if he wanted to play. He nodded his head enthusiastically. I smiled. ‘What shall we play with first?’ I asked him. Then I held up the two mystery items from behind my back. The first was a long black cat o’ nine tails and the second was a wide, studded paddle. His eyes lit up and he couldn’t decide. I demonstrated the use of each one on myself. I ran my fingers through the tassels of the cat o’ nine tails and hit it against my leg. I could see his desire grow as he strained against his belt. He went to undo it but I growled at him and spanked his hands with the paddle.

This encouraged his desire but quelled his attempts at escaping from his chair. He looked up at me and I held up the paddle to show him its studded surface. I ran my hand over it and then hit it against my bottom.

I asked him again which he wanted first. He chose the paddle. So I let him get up and told him to bend over.

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A Game of Dare

In central London, pretty much anything can happen and from time to time, pretty much anything does! Being a fine example of the kind of independent London escorts who currently work in this part of the capital, it was only a matter of time before I became fairly well known, attained a strong list of regular dates and became rather involved in the whole industry. However, if you were concerned that things were about to get slightly repetitive or that I would get tired of meeting the same people over and over again, you’d be wrong. Take Daniel for example. Now, I had already been on at least three dates with Daniel, a man in his mid-thirties who, thanks to his hectic work life had simply not had the time to find a partner or devote enough time to the whole concept of a relationship. Still, he was kind, caring and generous and he also wasn’t bad looking either. And yet, three dates in and there wasn’t really anything to report other than a bit of flirting back and forth.

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I dare you

This one date was totally different. As Daniel and I made our way through the hotel we were at for a party, we soon realised that we were lost. Yes, the endless corridors had seen us lose our friends and before long, in order to keep ourselves entertained, a game of dare took place. It wasn’t long before the fire alarm had been set off and as we both stood, giggling like maniacs under the sprinklers, my wet clothes clinging to my assets, a new, physical energy was certainly present between us and the tension was palpable. Safe to say our fifth date was a little different!

His Calm Composed Demeanour

I’ve often been described as being one of if not the most alluring escort London has to offer, and whilst I don’t want to be big headed, I can certainly accept that I possess a fair few skills. See, I am without a doubt a first class flirt. But then, I do on occasion meet my match, as I did this one particular night on a date in central London. As soon as I met him, I was thoroughly chuffed with his charming demeanour and though he was a few years my senior, he was smart, well dressed and with just a hint of stubble for good measure. But beyond his look, there was something a little different to him and yet, as we sat down at the table for dinner, I made a pact with myself to out-flirt him and really go to town in terms of cheekiness. I began in the traditional style; a sly brushing of hands, a giggle now and then and the traditional coy smile.

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However, he had an answer for everything and it wasn’t long before I realised that I wasn’t just playing the game, I was genuinely all a flutter. His calm, composed demeanour, his piercing eyes; I could feel my legs begin to wobble as had an answer to every single one of my cheeky little wares. At one point, as I tried to slowly brush my long slender fingers across his palm, he simply grabbed my hand and held it firmly and with a wry smile of his own, he let me know that he was more powerful than I’d reckoned. I won’t lie; I was about as turned on as I’ve ever been and to this day, I don’t think I’ve ever been too excited to eat desert before or since!

His Hotel Room Was Impressive

For an escort London can be a very exciting and intriguing place and central London in particular has great potential where an entertaining and unforgettable night is concerned. The story which I am about to recount certainly falls into this category. I like to think of myself as being a very spiritual person, and although this might make me sound a little loopy, for some reason I just knew that this would be a date which stood out from the crowd. I wasn’t wrong. He came to collect me in a limousine. I had never before experienced such a thing, and although many of my colleagues are often treated to such gentlemanly behaviour, this one was entirely new to me and I won’t deny, I was suitably impressed from the word go by my date himself. He was essentially as perfect a date as you could ever hope to have.

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Tall, handsome and outgoing, from the moment I met him in the back of that shiny black car, I knew he was something else entirely, something different to what I had been used to. Sure, we flirted back and forth and the conversation flowed rather nicely, but as we finished dinner it was almost as if it was predetermined somehow, written in the stars that the night would continue and it certainly did! His hotel room was as impressive as his dress sense and it soon became apparent that he was only in town for a couple of days for business, before jetting back to America. Essentially I knew what this meant, we would have to make the very most of every second and this is what we did. Yes, for as long as I am an escort and indeed beyond, this is the kind of night which will live in my memory banks for years to come.

I Lived and Breathed Erotica

Read or hear the words pornstar escorts in London and you probably get a certain idea in your head. Am I right? Well, so are you! See, the world of escorting can be very erotic; the kind of experience which neither you nor I am likely to ever forget, but then as an ex pornstar, you might actually already be familiar with my charms. I could sit here are recount countless tales from my work as an escort, but that would betray my confidentiality clause, something I take very seriously. Instead, maybe it might tickle your fancy to hear a little about my previous line of work? Safe to say that it might just give you some kind of an idea as to the kind of girl I am, when treated right that is! Well, in my past line of work, I lived and breathed erotica and my rather obvious feminine charms were always put to good use.

I am a classy lady by nature, but with a wild streak and my exotic accent did nothing to disguise the kind of joy I experienced whilst making films and posing for shoots. It cannot be denied, I am an exhibitionist at heart and this can be summed up with one shoot I did just before I left the industry behind in order to meet new people and enjoy brand new experiences. Myself, a female friend of mine and the great outdoors; this was the brief and as I sat seductively, arm in arm with my companion, the camera clicked away capturing every inch of my physique. These days I rely on my personality as much as I do my magnificent features and as such, a date with me promises to be unforgettable.