I have always imagined a session with male escorts to look like an interrogation where we would sit opposite each other, look into each other’s eyes and ask questions expecting the other person to answer with sincerity. For a while, that was what it was with me. However, now, I have realised that the level of your imagination determines what you get from UK male escorts. With this realisation, I find myself stretching my imagination with every new escort.
I consider myself a trend chaser of some sort. So, when Charlie and Stacy started making a fuss about UK male escorts, I knew it was just a matter of time before I will hop in. At first, they did everything they could to convince me to hire, but I didn’t find the logic behind hiring a man for anything other than official duties. However, as they continued to talk about it, a voice inside of me started to tell me to give it a try. The more I tried to resist the stronger the voice grew.
I yielded. I called Stacy one evening and asked her to tell me how to hire. I was just bored and felt it was the best time to see if all the fuzz about UK male escorts was worth it. I knew she would make a mockery of me, but it didn’t matter to me. She gave me details of how to hire, and I thanked her. Hiring was swift, and it took me less than five minutes. The main challenge was choosing the escort I felt was right.
After the hiring came the wait. The waiting, I heard, was the most difficult part of hiring. I had to fight the occasional knotting of my stomach. The anxiety also caused me to visit the toilet frequently. However, when he came around the anxiety evaporated. I admired him from head to toe. He was the kind of boyfriend I would want to have.
I made him comfortable. Like I always imagined, I sat at a sofa opposite him. We started talking. I liked how he chose his words carefully.
“Does your daughter know what you do?” I asked as soon as he mentioned he had a family.
“Yes,” he said, “She knows that I am an escort. She also thinks it is cool although I spare her the details.”
I giggled. He joined.
We chatted for the next two hours. It was a heartwarming conversation. I was glad that my eyes were already heavy when it was time for him to leave. I walked him to the door and bade him goodnight. I walked straight to my bedroom afterwards and fell like a tree.
The next morning I called Stacy and begged her not to mention anything about it in the office. Gossip spreads fast in my office, and I don’t want everyone to be talking about me and how I hired an escort. I know Stacy very well. She can probe for the tiniest details.
Stacy was not good at listening to me, but somehow she did this time. However, when we closed from the office, she followed me home to make sure she gets all the details. She knows how I stutter when I am lying so I had no option but to tell her all the details.
“What did you do?” she kept asking each time even when I had exhausted the details.
For some reason, she couldn’t believe that we just sat for two hours talking to each other. It was at this point that I mirrored her question for her to answer, “so, what do you usually do with your escorts?’
She smiled and said “A lot. Just anything I want.”
She started giving me all the gist about her sexual escapade. My jaw dropped in amazement, but the realisation has also set off a new longing in me. I want to try out some of the things she told me. She felt disappointed that my first experience wasn’t much of an experience. I gave her the who-cares face.
The next time I hired UK male escorts I let my imagination run wild. I had so much fun that at a point I started to think I have become someone else.