Go the continental way…

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It is fair to say that many of us Brits live for the weekend. Unlike our Continental cousins, we generally prefer to bunker down through the week and save money to get on at the weekend. However, many people in Europe take a different approach and instead spend their weekday evenings enjoying the company of others with a few drinks or a meal.

In some respects, we could learn a lot from adopting similar behaviours here in the UK. Indeed, breaking up the working week with one or two evenings out could help balance things. Indeed, a trip to the cinema or a lovely evening meal would be far more of a treat than another night in front of the telly.

However, there is a warning if you are warming to the idea of adopting this continental approach, and that is you may find it hard to convince others to join you. Indeed, attitudes don’t change overnight, and we Brits are nothing if not stuck in our ways.

Thankfully, the ladies here at 24hr Companions are always available to keep you company. Indeed, our stunning London escorts are on hand every day of the week, so you can be sure that you can enjoy a little bit of je ne sais quoi with our escorts in London whenever the moment grabs you!

So go the continental way and enjoy one of our ladies any time of the week!!

Are all escort agencies the same?

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In a big city like London, there are many escorts. Because the town is a draw to people from all over the world, London escorts tend to be very multi-cultural, often multi-lingual and usually very beautiful. The best patrols tend to work with a London escort agency, such as us 24hr Companions, and this is because;

We can offer lots of support to the girls, as well as providing them access to lots and lots of clients.

We’ve done everything we can to make it easy to search through our sexy library of girls. You can search by type, price, etc. And so, within a few clicks, you can hopefully find what you’re looking for. We understand that finding the perfect girl for your needs is a vital part of the process and is one of the main things that make it so thrilling.

If you’ve never used an escort service, you might worry that escorts are all pretty much the same. On our site, we give you plenty of information and photos to help you decide on your perfect woman, but you might think this is all clever marketing and most girls are of a particular type.

You couldn’t be more wrong! In reality, we offer girls that are very different, not only in terms of the way they look but also in their personalities and the kinds of services they offer. Just as all clients might have their tastes and preferences, so too do our girls have their styles.

Some clients don’t have a specific type in mind, which is fine. One of the advantages of using a website like ours is that it’s straightforward to look at the girls on offer, and you never know. You might think of something when you’re perusing the aisles. Maybe you want to try something you’ve never tried, and what an exotic girl to join you.

For many clients, it’s the companionship that’s most important, and they can hold conversations, talk about pertinent issues and generally speaking, have a great time, whether this is at home with you or out on the town. Whilst some escorts might have limited English-speaking ability, many of them are fluent, and some are native, so this might be a factor when you’re choosing an escort.

One of the main reasons people use escorts in London is because they are looking to sample something new and exciting. London is one of the most diverse cities in the world, and at 24hr Companions, we hope that this is reflected in the choice of girls we have on offer. We cover the whole of central London and even have Heathrow escorts for those of you just passing through. We try to cater for every taste, and hopefully, on our website, it’s easy to find what you’re looking for.

The Origin of Stockings

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Historically, even though the word sock is at least as ancient in origin, what men typically wore were often referred to as tights, probably mainly when referring to the longer hose at times when they were the fashion for men. The word was used to refer to the bottom “stump” part of the body. By analogy, the term was used to refer to the one-piece covering of the lower trunk and limbs of the 15th century—essentially tights consisting of the upper stocks (later to be worn separately as knee breeches) and nether supplies (later to be worn independently as stockings).

Before the 1590s, stockings were made of woven cloth. The first knitting machines were for making stockings. The socks themselves were made of cotton, linen, wool or silk. Polished cotton called lisle was standard, as were those made in Balbriggan.

Before the 1920s, women’s stockings, if worn, were worn for warmth. In the 1920s, as women’s dresses’ hemlines rose, they wore socks to cover their exposed legs. These stockings were sheer, first made of silk or rayon (then known as “artificial silk”), and after 1940 of nylon. The first pantyhose appeared in the 1940s and 1950s, when film and theatre productions had stockings sewn to the briefs of actresses and dancers, according to actress-dancer Ann Miller and seen in popular films such as Daddy Long Legs. Today, socks are commonly made using knitted wool, silk, cotton or nylon. The introduction of pantyhose in 1959 provided a convenient alternative to stocks, and the use of socks declined dramatically. U.S. sales of stockings exceeded stockings for the first time and have remained this way ever since. BegIn87, sales of the hose with a suspender belt started slightly declining due to the newly invented hold-ups, but it remained a sold sock.

So, if you have a fetish for stockings, look no further than 24-hour Companions, where all our fine young ladies will honour your wishes by wearing only the finest socks for your eyes.

How do you like your coffee?

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I am not at home because I am typing this from Italy, L.cky me!!!
My long weekend break, returning tomorrow morning, with Giovanni, started as “coffee soon?” and became “take your passport and meet me at Heathrow at 13:00 hours. Giovanni was born in London’s West End to Sicilian parents and emigrated there in 1990 before making his home somewhere between Tuscany and Paris. He has an ex-wife, five children, three dogs in a villa in the Tuscan countryside and a mistress in Paris with one child. Before you ask how he manages to afford to keep them all, his six-figure salary seems to be that.

How do I fit in? Well, he does like to keep up appearances with the Italian social elite and to rub his ex-wife’s nose in the fact that he hasn’t lost touch with the ladies. Ex Mrs Giovanni doesn’t know about the Parisian mistress or the half-brother of her offspring, so I step in as the model girlfriend. I don’t mind, I love Italy, and I am used to being discreet.

So we came to Italy for proper coffee, ground from good coffee beans, in an authentic restaurant by an adequate barista. I used a small amount of Italian vocabulary on him – enough to say “grazi” – and flashed my most dazzling smile. Red-blooded Mediterranean men do like to feel appreciated by red-blooded British women! And how do I like my coffee? Well, I am partial to a cappuccino, but I do prefer a latte – especially when it is homegrown.

And I discovered that barista training is right around the corner from the hotel. How exciting!

Groundhog Day…

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Do you ever have days where everything goes wrong? Whether you forgot to switch the hot water on, so you wake up to a cold shower, or your phone freezes when you’re trying to return an important phone call. Well, I am having one of those 24 hours.

Let me take you back to where it all began:

06:00 hours today – I wake up in a plush hotel room with my client for the evening/overnight. We had been out to a Japanese restaurant in Knightsbridge and taken a stroll in the August evening air afterwards back to the hotel. Well, nearly… my client is a regular of mine, and we have been on many dinner and hotel dates without a hitch until now,

23:00 hours last night – I was not feeling right after coming out of the Japanese restaurant, but to not disappoint my client, I agreed to a stroll arm-in-arm back to the hotel, which by usual standards was not far away. By feeling terrible standards, it seemed like 100 miles. I felt sick and quite dizzy and had to give in to my pride and tell my client that I was not feeling quite well, so he didn’t think me rude at mumbling my responses half-heartedly as he discussed his current ventures. He was the complete gentleman I know him to be, and promptly called his driver to take us the remaining distance to the hotel.

23:20 hours – Upon arriving at the 5* establishment, the hot and cold waves of nausea overtook me, and I could not control my reflux any longer as I stumbled past the blooming shrub outside reception and watered it with Ise Eb! My lovely client didn’t even bat an eyelid at my decorating the £4,000 marble-boxed plant. He just brushed my hair back and helped me up the steps, past the completely gobsmacked maitre’d and steered me carefully to the lift up to our suite. He was a complete angel and super sympathetic, as every half an hour or so, I would rush to the stunning en suite to unload more of my Asian delights.

Fast forward to 06:00 hours today – I am feeling fine now. I creep to the bathroom to scrub everywhere (my body and the tiles) and hope to salvage what I and my client missed out on last night.

07:00 hours – I am gleaming and smelling gorgeous, so I pop into the bedroom to show my client that I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye correctly. Still, he was already up and getting dressed, informing me of a crucial meeting he had to go to in Canary Wharf. So, no make-up on, and I leave feeling sheepish.

08:00 hours – I return to my apartment, which is like an oven. My heating has done something crazy, so I have to call someone out, and of course, they can’t give me a time, so I have to wait all day and re-schedule another client, George, for our shopping and lunch date.

Noon – Still no sign of the repair man, so I’m sitting in this sauna I used to call home, and I receive a text from Jordan, my evening’s client. It read…

“HI BABE, SO LOOKING FORWARD TO TONIGHT. THINKING NO TO THE ITALIAN RESTAURANT IN CHELSEA B4 THE SHOW AND YES TO THE JAPANESE PLACE IN KNIGHTSBRIDGE. I’M DESPERATE TO GO…WILL BOOK NOW. SEE YOU THIS EVENING GORGEOUS X”

I cry…

So, no matter how many fabulous dates I go on or how lucky I am in my 24-hour London escort world, I feel like I am experiencing Groundhog Day. Help!