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Helping you to move forward…

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It is an extraordinary moment when you realise you’ve finally met ‘the one’. Indeed, that feeling you have when it becomes clear your special lady is the woman you’ve been searching for is something more gratifying and all-encompassing than words can describe.

A Boundless Future

To be sure, knowing you will be spending your life with a woman who is everything you ever wanted a partner to be can make the world seem much better. After all, you’ve got everything to look forward to: the wedding, the house, the 2.4 kids, the family Christmases – all of it.

Quite simply, it feels like all the jigsaw pieces have fallen into place, and your future looks as rosy and boundless as possible.

Until things start to go wrong, that is.

The Writing on the Wall

The thing with long-term relationships is that the two people in them inevitably move in different directions over time. Indeed, whilst a couple may have had everything in common in their early twenties, this may not be the case when they reach their mid-thirties.

This can often make both parties feel like they are reading from different scripts, and when this happens, things generally start to unravel. Indeed, the rosy future begins to look less confident, and the family Christmases seem less appealing than they once did.

More often than not, this is the writing on the wall, and therefore, it is a matter of time before those two painful words are uttered: “It’s over”.

Moving On

Coming out of a long-term relationship can feel like coming out of prison – everything seems to have moved on, yet you have remained the same. Whilst you may feel like celebrating your newfound freedom and enjoying all the things you liked doing when you were single, you inevitably find that most of your pals have long-term partners and aren’t the best company to be around.

Female Company

Of course, it is only natural to want female company, even after coming out of a long-term relationship. However, it can be hard to find women who will be happy to spend time with you without developing some emotional attachment (which is ideally something you could without at this moment in time).

Fortunately, our London escorts agency could be just what you need now.

Our beautiful escorts in London can provide you with an attractive, articulate and enjoyable female company which is entirely uncomplicated; therefore, you can enjoy all the benefits of being with a beautiful lady without having to worry about any of the emotional issues which inevitably come with dating.

So, if you’re looking for a gentle way to get over your failed long-term relationship, arrange a date with one of our London ladies here at 24-hour Companions.

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Adorable April

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Model perfect to the tips of her toes, April is one of the most popular blonde escorts and one you cannot afford to miss. Twenty-five years old, natural blonde, with tanned golden skin, April embodies the fantasy lady of many gentlemen’s dreams.

She tells us she has a weakness for luxury and high-end labels, so to break the ice, why not take her shopping around Kensington or Chelsea, where fashion runs rife, and the shop assistants will be falling over themselves to tend to her every whim? Please show your appreciation for the time you have spent together with a token that she will never forget you. You could pretend you are Richard Gere and Julia Roberts as you promise to pay “an obscene amount of money”!

Not based in one specific area, April can be found out and about in Central London either with friends or rushing off somewhere as her busy social life dictates. She is the first to say she loves her life and is delighted to meet new people and share their experiences. She is one of our escorts in South Kensington but is also available for international assignments with notice.

To enjoy the company of this truly gorgeous young woman, call us, and our team of English receptionists will talk you through the particulars of your date. All prices are on our ladies’ profiles, and we offer an honest description for each of our ladies with 100% genuine and recent photographs.

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London’s Soho

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I love the whole Gay scene around the Capital. Although I don’t see a lot of gay men in my line of work, I wander through Soho, inhaling the vibe and the atmosphere with a smile.

And it was at G-A-Y that I met Lucas. Just for once, I had Saturday night free to sashay with my girlfriends among the queens of London. Tight tops, designer sunglasses and skinny jeans abound (and that was the men!). The crowd spilled out onto the pavement.

Soho is recognised more for its pubs, bars, nightspots and the fabulous West End than the seedy sex trade. We danced through the lanes to all the tunes carried along with the evening breeze, slightly intoxicated. And there in the shadows, I saw him.

Average height but better than average build, he was standing, looking bored with a cigarette burning at his fingertips. As we passed him, he took a drag from it, and something in me tingled. I persuaded the girls to stop ‘for a drink’, which worked because nobody spotted him but me. And quite a good job, too as I was, with many of my fellow delicious 24-hour escorts. What he was doing at one of the campest gay haunts in Soho, I do not know, but my Gaydar didn’t start beeping, so I thought I was OK. I looked at him over my shoulder as we stood in the queue, and he winked at me.

“What’s your name?” I mouthed. He responded with Lucas. I like to get straight to the point; maybe it’s my profession. There is no point skipping around the obvious for hours. I fancied him; I let him know it.

I liked the fact we were an ordinary boy and girl meeting by chance on a Saturday night. I also liked I hadn’t set this date up in advance and wanted to be me for a little while. Lucas had no expectations of me, and it was worth a kiss in a dark corner if nothing else!

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A fragrance for moi?

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I have an acute sense of smell. Most women do, let’s face it, but my nose could smell a rose in a perfume factory. This brings me nicely to today.

I have a client who works as a perfumer in Fulham South West London, manufacturing on behalf of Gucci, Prada and Chanel – my three favourite brands. When asked what his profession is, he describes himself as a ‘Nez’ (nose), which incites confusion in the uneducated and a look of delight in others. As an expensive escort, I have many gentlemen friends in high-end professions, but nothing compares to Harvey.

As I am a “special friend”, Harvey says he wants to create a signature scent just for me – something that would be my essence in a glass bottle. I was thrilled and joined him at his workshop, bouncing full of excitement, determined to make something genuinely intoxicating that I could wear whenever I went out.
As a girlie-girl, I love smells like Emporio Armani ‘Diamonds’, Prada ‘Candy Girl’ and Givenchy ‘Truly Irresistible’. Granted, I have so many bottles of perfume on my dressing table that I could own a counter at Selfridges, but I can’t help if my clients want to spoil me. When we go out shopping, it seems to be a safe purchase, vetted by yours truly. I always carry a little bottle of Chanel No 5 in my overnight bag because it sits well with most clients, and it makes me think of Katherine Hepburn and Grace Kelly.

So, we spent the day sampling as many smells as my nose would allow. Harvey made me inhale coffee beans to cancel out the scents (like a sorbet between courses), and I decided that despite my penchant for sweet smells, I am drawn to oriental, warm fragrances. By the time we had finished, I had a bottle of amber-coloured liquid laced with musk, vanilla, exotic resins and wood, accompanied by exotic flowers and spices. Yum! We called it “Chameleon” for all the different faces I wear and my adaptability. And it earned Harvey many brownie points in my little black book!

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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!

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