Diary by Rose, Feb 2015
Sure, I guess you would be more than able to describe me as being a busty London escort and you might think that doing what I do, I have experienced a fair few unforgettable, truly erotic experiences. Well, you’d be right! Yes, I could sit here and try and pretend that there is nothing alluring about the work I do, nothing sensual about the way I sip my drinks, flirt outrageously and plan my outfit right down to the skimpy, revealing lingerie I put on every night. But, that would be a series of lies. So, why not share one of these marvellous experiences with you? Well, after being whisked away to the theatre in central London a few months ago, safe to say that I had already enjoyed a date with a caring, generous gentleman who, though he was in his early forties at least was something of a silver-fox of the George Clooney variety.
Sure, we flirted back and forth and the chemistry was certainly present. But then, I’m a total professional and I know that flirting and the occasional sly brushing of hands is all well and good, but my job is to provide head-turning company to true gentlemen and that’s what I planned on doing that night. However, as we left the theatre, a couple of expensive glasses of wine within us and made our way to a nearby taxi-rank, a man approached us and asked us the time. Instantly, my date was protective and powerful and as he held my hand, the sparks flew. Did he know, or was he just super vigilant? Who knows, but before the stranger had time to pull out his knife, my date had disarmed him and ushered me to safety. Protective, handsome and a gentleman? Safe to say that the urges were throbbing within me that night.