Come on, get happy!!!!

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At 24-hour companions, we think we have the perfect ladies who will make you get up and dance, the kind of girls that will make you happy!!! Everybody needs happiness. Attachment provides us with security and comfort; we get these feelings from being close to someone else, but what if you haven’t got that intimate companionship that we all need and desire? Closeness provides a sense of certainty and safety. You may not feel all these emotions with material things, and if an intimate relationship is not on the horizon, then our 24-hour Companions ladies may be the perfect choice.

All of our elite ladies are specifically designed to accommodate the needs of your occasion. High standards of beauty, intelligence and charm ensure that you always encounter the quality you expect in a woman when you are with your 24-hour Companions. This will ensure you have the most pleasurable experience and release that happy hormone that cannot be bought. Our ladies are high class, and we dare you to give us a call to see what we are all about. You have everything to gain, as your intimacy with our ladies is second to none.

We have certain extraordinary ladies who have that ‘something’ about them which makes us understand what you need for that particular time you see her. We often underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which can turn a life around. You will get through to the other side, but don’t be afraid of a bit of help. You may think this would be the last thing you would ever dream of, but believe us, we know a lot about how the human mind works. Close female human contact is significant, and you cannot retain that same feeling from male friends. You need the feminine touch and care our ladies can give you. Our ladies are good listeners; you may want a walk in the park or her to do all the talking; the choice is yours.

Of course, we are not a ‘free’ escort agency; you must pay for our lady’s time. Our ladies are not just there for the financial side of things; they relish that their clients enjoy their company, and that’s where they get their job satisfaction. Ask about our compassionate ladies, and we will point you in the right direction. We are a caring and considerate agency and want you to feel relaxed. Just one call and we can inject some happy stuff inside you!!!

It’s a fabulous life…

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I am not under any illusion that I am not mistaken for a beautiful elite escort on many occasions at the fantastic 5-star hotels I visit clients at; I’m no fool. A woman walking alone through the lobby of a London hotel that the concierge is never seen with a large bag, no luggage and dressed to kill in the middle of the day; it’s not exactly rocket science, but the excitement of giving the attendants a little wink as I sashay past in my finery gives me a sense of power and the man on the door a thrill of sharing something sordid with a gorgeous 24hr Companions lady.

Not only am I a top expensive escort in London, but it feels like I am the creative director of someone’s fantasies. That is so much fun, let me tell you. Working out my wardrobe, makeup and props for making their date one to rebook is such a rush. My fellow elite escort pals and I (all 3 of them are on the same wavelength as me) have a whale of a time swopping tips and showing off our new treasures that have been showered on us by our most faithful clientele.

In my line of work, it will not embarrass me easily. Whether I am acting out an unusual fantasy or contorting my body in various positions to be observed in great detail, I cannot get the giggles nor get all self-conscious and reluctant. Being in public with men of all shapes, sizes, ages and fashion dos and don’ts are other factors I must overlook. I am very open-minded, which is a massive bonus if you want to do this job.

Even going shopping or dining with a much older client who has requested I wear next to nothing and hang off his arm all date is a sure sign to the general public that I am either a hooker or a gold digger. But again, I don’t care. The things I get to experience, like eating in the finest restaurants, shopping in the most expensive of boutiques and visiting the most fantastic countries, is an exceptional lifestyle for me, and I believe I well deserve it with the effort and dedication I put into making my clients time with me a fabulous one!

Now, as you know, I am not just a model escort; no, I have a brain, and I’m not afraid to use it. I love the intellect of some of my “friends”, and it’s not all about the glitz and glamour. But as soon as I head to the beautician and the hairdressers or to Selfridges to pick out some gorgeous couture, current events and world politics slip away and I am caught up in a world of coiffing, bronzing and Gucci.

What can I say, it’s a beautiful life!!

Food for Kings

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London has many sights and sounds, and you can taste the finest cuisines worldwide. Today, a food festival is going on, and I am accompanying my favourite client on an outcall booking to savour the delights.

My driver took me and Jasper to Hampton Court for the food festival I mentioned. We ensured we were out and about by 9 am to avoid the weekend traffic and to meander between the stalls before things got too crowded. The turn-out was excellent, and I managed to sample plenty of wares, which took the edge off my appetite.

And it wasn’t just food on offer. Summer cocktails shaken by expert mixologists were on offer to thirsty visitors, such as ourselves (and I had a little chat with them to discover how hard it is to remember the ingredients off the top of your head. “Very!” (This is the standard reply.) Even with acclaimed chefs (such as Michelin-star restaurant owners Martin Blunos and Ed Baines) who were cooking up a storm, showing people how to cook their signature dishes. It was undoubtedly tickling my taste buds!!

But, I tell you what, by the time lunch rolled around, I was joining the queues for the hog roast. Oh, my dear Lord, what about freshly sliced ham in a baguette? Although Jasper was more interested in the jerk chicken, I persuaded him to take a good bite of my sandwich, and he scribbled a few notes in his jotter to put into his review when we got home to South Kensington.

So why not haul yourself out of doors and enjoy something different over the weekend? There is so much to do in London most weekends, and we are sure you will always find something entertaining. Our 24-hour London escorts love to experience new adventures and make great company. So give us a call and book a fun weekend with a beautiful lady.

Food for thought…

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Most of the time, my clients want me to be well-turned out, svelte, sexy and, well… arm candy.

I sport all my finest labels (usually within at least two seasons of purchase unless it’s vintage, of course), making sure my hair is tousled and my make-up subtle. Above everything else, I want to look good for me.

So when a client asks me to wear something I wouldn’t mind ruining, I have all sorts of visions. Extreme sports? Quad-biking? Mud wrestling…? Well, maybe not the latter, as that would usually involve two London escorts and a rather skimpy bikini. So, I went for clothes I typically wear when I decorate and tied my hair up in a messy ponytail. It went against all my principles, but when clients call, they call the shots.

I arrived at his sumptuous Kensington apartment bang on eleven o’clock. Usually, my clients can hear my stilettos from a mile away, but wearing pumps meant I arrived unannounced. Jasper answered my knock promptly and showed me through his hallway to a large white room right at the back. The walls were as stark as the tiled floor, and there was a giant dust sheet covering most of the sparse furniture. Set up at the window was a tripod with a long-lens camera being tended to by a trendy young man; Jasper introduced him as his wingman, Mark.

The thing that concerned me the most was there was a long table on the left-hand side of the room. On this table were creamy cakes and tall blancmanges, all decorated with strawberries, cream and icing. They wouldn’t have looked out of place on a hostess trolley at The Dorchester; Jasper stuck his finger into one of them and licked the digit clean. “Perfect,” he said. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in my head. I looked first from Mark, looking through the lens and adjusting his shot, to Jasper, who was watching me. With a grin, I went to one of the blancmanges and took a fistful. I lobbed it at Jasper, and the flash went off on Mark’s camera. With almost a guttural scream of joy, my client dived for the table and its contents. Within a few minutes, there was a full-scale food fight going on.

I was covered from head to toe in sponge, cream filling and jam. The floor, walls and even the ceiling had an uneven coating of patisserie goodness. I should have brought a shower cap as a whole trifle upended over my brunette locks. I felt a triple shampoo and condition coming on when I got home.

The only thing I should have had the foresight on was a change of clothes! Thankfully, Jasper lent me a pair of joggers and a jumper for my journey back to Mayfair. But my oh my, what fun!

I’m in charge…

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I have so many faces as a 24-hour Companion that sometimes I think I have a split personality! Not all my clients want to see the girlie me or have the GFE. Oh no. Some hire my services for a more specialised flavour of date. Some like their duo escorts and fantasies and role-play fun, too…

London is full of diverse tastes and preferences, especially in the City where the pace of life never slows down. If you were to stand still near London Bridge for a moment and watch the commuters, the speed at which they think and travel is quite alarming. But among the suits and briefcases lie many secrets – I know I hold a fair few of them close to my chest.

It never ceases to amaze me how people become aroused by taboo subjects. I make sure I research something thoroughly before I take on a new challenge – just as one would revise before an important exam. I won’t get a second chance to impress so that I can be in front of my laptop for hours the night before. I prefer a few days’ notice to buy props and costumes, although many clients provide me with the entire ensemble to make the process run more smoothly. Most of these men are married but can’t express their fantasies to their wives. I’m more than happy to fulfil a role – it’s another string to my bow.

So, with all of that simmering nicely in your mind, I must turn your attention to Geoff. From the outside, Geoff is your average 50-something family man. However, he comes to my Mayfair flat on a Wednesday afternoon (usually when he has told his secretary he will be on a long lunch) and cleans my flat for me dressed in his Y-fronts and a gingham pinafore. I yell at him every so often, humiliating him if his housework isn’t to my exact specification and call him a useless idiot. He has provided me with a black PVC catsuit and thigh-high boots; my hair must be scraped severely back into a high ponytail, and my lips are glossed blood red. He isn’t allowed to look me in the eye and must always call me “Madam”. I carry a riding crop with me at all times and occasionally give him a whip when the fancy takes me. I can be spiteful, but he seems to like it more when I cause him to yelp.

Geoff’s 90 minutes are usually up when my bathroom is sparkling and my kitchen floor scrubbed. He puts his suit back on, picks up his briefcase and kisses my cheek. If there is time, I may even make him a cup of tea, and he gives me a run down as to what his kids are up to at school. I find the whole scenario pretty surreal, but it makes him happy, and we never discuss it once it’s over.

Erotic humiliation can take on many forms. There are London clubs that specialise in it and are open till very late. Arriving at midnight would still guarantee you four hours of fun, should that be your thing. I’ve visited them a few times (as a guest as you have been a member) to watch, and what an eye-opener! Imagine a basement divided into rooms, each with a different theme. So there you are – I’m not such a pretty, prim miss after all! Remember, I’m paid to be the ideal date – whatever form it may come in.