How to be her favourite client…

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They’re super sexy, irresistible, and downright shameless, but that’s precisely why you love them. They have carefree, spontaneous attitudes that will take you on a whirlwind of adventure from the second you meet to the second you leave. Every minute you spend with the ladies we represent here at our London escort agency is a moment you’ll never forget. Still, there is a way to make it even more intense and ule and make our London escorts want you right back. What better feeling than when a stunning woman is eager, keen and hot with desire for you?

Breathless, red-cheeked and holding eye contact for just that second longer than regular, all points to one thing: she wants you. The anticipation, the nerves, and the excitement will all drive you wild with desire, but what most people don’t seem to realise is that an escort’s mood is often just a mirror of their own. If you’re feeling euphoric and excited, so will she, but if you’re feeling dull and down in the dumps, unfortunately, she will too and who wants that?

You might have paid for her company, but that doesn’t mean she’ll enjoy yours if it isn’t lighting up the room. Let’s face it: if the person you’re meeting isn’t presentable and in high spirits, why would you want to be there? It’s so easy to change that. With just a few simple gestures on your part, you could have any of our high-class London escorts dying to be close to you, hanging on to your every word and not just because you’ve paid for her to be there but because she wants you. So, how do you make an escort want you with a passion you’ve never seen before? Well, you’ll be pleased to know it’s pretty simple and takes minimal effort.

For some clients, a shower, deodorant and brushing their teeth are everyday essentials, but believe it or not, some men don’t. Likewise, when it comes to persona, arrogance and a rude attitude will get you nowhere. It’s a simplistic yet effective method for clients to make themselves more presentable. Freshly showered, smelling incredibly and dressed well, with a smile on the face will make all the difference, as will manners and a sunny spirit. Keep yourselves in line with these simple guidelines, and you’ll have any of our 24-hour Companions falling at your feet.

A happy escort equals a satisfied client, but not so. If you’d like the best experience possible, then all you need to do is make a few simple gestures. You’ll be the lucky recipient of a very appreciative London escort. Prepare for fun and frolics to ensue, and above all, make sure you have the best experience possible. Remember, the more our ladies want you, the more they’ll be desperate to impress and show you a great time.

My perfect date…

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Rob was six foot one and had the perfect body, toned and ripped in all the right places. He was every girl’s prince charming. Rob had the whole package when it came to the perfect man. He had great looks and charisma and was hugely successful. Most would probably wonder why he’d chosen to go to an escort in London for satisfaction, considering he could easily pick a girl up at any bar he walked into. Unfortunately for every woman falling in love with Rob, he had a specific type of woman and a few particular needs they usually couldn’t fulfil. I, on the other hand, happen to be just what he’s looking for.

Rob has always been a guy who likes to live a flavour-filled life, and this carries on into his choice of women. Being from Russia and having flame-red hair first drew him to me. He told me the second he set eyes on my picture, relaxing in a chair in only my lacy emerald green lingerie that he felt things he hadn’t felt in a long time. He told me he sat and stared at that picture, and every so often, he still looks at it, too. I know it took him a little while to pluck up the courage to call me, but I’m glad he did. He’s my favourite clie; he gets me excited in ways no other man does, and I know I call him just as excited, too…I can certainly see it through his tight jeans, anyway. He tells me I’m a lot sexier than my pictures, and I have to say that many of my clients say the same.

Finding out a bit about my clients before I meet them always helps me prepare, and I’m glad I did before I met Rob. He had me assume a company instead of an interposition bed, not something all my clients get me to do, but I’m very open-minded, so I like to try new things. He stood back and took me in, admiring every inch of my naked body. I loved every second of it, but the second he put his hands on me, it blew my mind. His soft fingers traced my thighs, turning me on and putting me in the perfect mood for a passionate night. The way he kissed me, his tongue around mine…all of it made me feel like I would lose myself in him, and the night had only just begun.

From then on, the night was just insane. We spent every second wrapped around each other, sweaty and breathless…my favourite way to work up a sweat. Just one night with me, I proved to him that turning to me for affection was the best decision he could have made. Now, every time he has a spare evening in London and feels the need to be satisfied in ways he knows only I can, he calls. When I hear his name, I always do my best to make myself accessible, too. What can I say? I must give him precisely what he needs.

I like to be called ‘a love therapist’…

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Have you ever played sexy strangers in a bar with your partner? Have you ever had a grope in a restaurant under the table or visited the toilet simultaneously at the interval in the theatre? If your answer is no, then maybe you need to enlist the help of a very sexy brunette escort. Oh yeah, me!

I have turned men’s outlook on women from unapproachable to unbelievable. And I don’t believe that anything is too much or I am giving men a false sense of hope. Believe it or not, I have friends outside of my line of work who have been in relationships for a long time and like to keep the spark alive with a cheeky fumble at the cinema or dressing up in some amazing outfits, clearly inspired by moi but with all the drive and passion from them.

As a London Escort, I have loved playing ‘restore his faith in women’ with many clients. We have taken the stereotype of gorgeous but a real bitch and turned it into a beautiful but genuine laugh and added a few bits of super sexy mystery as a bonus. I have held hands, shimmied in close and strutted my stuff around like I have the best man in the world next to me, and I love giving them the confidence to either send them on their way or get them to book another date.

Yes, call me Ms Therapist of all things sexual. Move over, Barry White; listen to my sensual callings…

Work it girl

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Sometimes the element of surprise is sexy. Sometimes the glaringly obvious is just as sexy and this evening’s client has asked for just that.

Today I am portraying the perfect 24hr Companions…oh wait, I am the perfect London executive escort. Okay, not so much an elite escort but more model hooker. Sacre bleu!

Today’s date is with George; a 58 year old thespian from Park Lane. George is a majorly successful playwright turned actor. He is a multi-millionaire, likes expensive escorts and spends money like it’s going out of fashion. We have enjoyed many impromptu dates where he has whisked me off to the South of France or to Dublin for some major shopping therapy when all we had arranged was to spend the day together which I thought meant lunch and shopping in Selfridges. He is far from predictable which is why I was quite shocked when he requested a very obvious date.

George has asked me to dress as an “escort” for our dinner at the very expensive and classy Nobu. Not your typical discrete London elite escort; more obvious legs and cleavage and dramatic sultry make-up and big hair. Sex on legs basically! He wants the cliché and people to look upon us as the attractive man and the trashy, yet street smart scantily clad woman. He wants the outrageous flirting between us and fellow diners to witness the possible “Pretty Woman” scenario. George is not expecting coffee at the end of the meal, but to make a big show of requesting the bill whilst I nuzzle his neck.

I have acted out this fantasy many times with various clients who like the idea of being dirty minded with a, dare-I-say-the-word, prostitute style date. Usually these scenarios consists of me turning up at their luxurious pads to strip tease in the tiniest of outfits, long trashy wigs and skyscraper stilettos and then do whatever they want with the greatest of ease. This evening with George actually gives him the added thrill of being in public with a “working girl” and he has told me how much the idea of being looked upon as a dirty old man is very arousing for him. Fair enough.

So this morning I will be mainly planning the perfect attire to look trashy chic in public and complete sex kitten in private. A trip to see my beauty therapist to apply a sexy diamante merkin is in order and to coif my long brunette tresses into frenzy. Then off to Broadwick Street’s Agent Provocateur because I have had my eye on their Flavia playsuit for some time and possibly to Selfridges for some new skin care products and perfume to smell and look divine.

So if you ever need your own ‘pretty woman’ just be sure to give us a call and let our girls be your fantasy…

Patience is a virtue

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Women can be manipulative – even the ones who say they aren’t having a more subtle undertaking to the art. As long as there is no element of de-masculation, where is the harm? My mother used to say “Ask don’t get; don’t ask, don’t want.” I disagree.

Let me set the scene for you…

I was at Westfield Shopping Centre ten minutes from Paddington this weekend with a rather delicious companion named Victor. Among the throngs of shoppers, and designer stores, I actually managed to get a lot of my shopping done. I do love shopping dates because usually I wouldn’t get the opportunity to spend a day queuing among other commoners, preferring to “add to cart” on Amazon.

So there we were, fingers entwined, our arms becoming full of branded carrier bags. Victor had dragged me into practically every man’s clothes shop there was (who says men aren’t fussy?) and I was thinking longingly of Kurt Geiger up on level one. I desperately wanted to slip my foot into the multi-coloured glitter stilettos that had been whispering lovingly to me from the website. As he tried on his fiftieth jumper, I was mentally itemising my wardrobe to justify £150 while subtracting the balance of my MasterCard from my credit limit.

Sensitive to the needs of others, I am pretty adept at diffusing a situation before it gets out of control and Victor was getting frustrated. I wanted my shoes and he wanted a change of scenery so I suggested Pret a manger which was “coincidentally” on level one. Smelling the lure of coffee and fresh sandwiches, Victor offered me a smile as we ascended the escalator and I mentally calculated that it would take 30 seconds to pass my beautiful shoes once we were nourished.

A man with a full belly is a happy man – and a man open to bribery. Close to the cafe was a huge Apple store with plenty of shiny laptops and iPads murmuring sweet nothings. Attention diverted from Fair Isle knitwear, Victor swung his hips through the door and took in a lungful of Broadband. A London escort such as me must have patience as a virtue: the patience to accept her needs come after those of her date. I watched Victor dribble over a MacBook Pro and counted down the minutes until I could lick the heel of that display shoe.

And then… a boom! Victor planted a kiss on my forehead and said, “darling, you have been so patient with me today. Let me buy my beautiful girl a present. Shall we look at something for you?” I could have wept. “Oh you don’t have to do that…” I said through my lashes. He made a sort of pooh-pooh noise and we fell into step… right past Kurt Geiger. And there they were… in the window, dazzling under the lights as I knew they would be… my shoes. Ten minutes later I had a shiny gift bag dangling from my arm and my date was looking very pleased with himself as I let him “choose” a pair, though I can’t say product placement didn’t play a part.

Call me manipulative then, if you want but you can’t say that my gentleman friend wasn’t completely happy to make me happy. The date had, as always, been about him and a trip to W12 I’m a big fan of West London, especially now I know where Kurt Geiger has an amazing store!