Manchester male escorting: What will it be like in a decade?

My name is Matilda, and I am 37 years old. I have fantasised what the Manchester male escorting would be like in a decade as far as when I was 23. More than a decade most of my fantasies that I joked about back then has become a

reality. I am now forced to wonder what the industry will look like in another decade.

I was introduced to the world of Manchester male escorting by my girlfriend, Treasure. To date, she is reluctant to tell me how she started using the service. We had just graduated from the university and landed good jobs which kept us busy from Monday to Friday. Saturdays and Sundays, on the other hand, were boring for me.

When I told Treasure about how boring my weekends used to be and the need for me to find an activity that will refresh me for the task in the new week, she told me that she had the best solution. I asked her what it was, but she would not respond. She loves keeping people in suspense the only thing I can say I hate about her.

The next weekend she called me up in the morning and asked if I could come to her place in the evening. She didn’t give me a time.

“Ehm… OK”, I said, and the line dulled into a hum.

I hate it when she does that, end a call without warning. Treasure is one weird fellow. Around 5 pm I dressed up and took a cab to her house. I pressed the doorbell several times and even had to dial her number before she came to open the door. It was obvious that she was deep in sleep and I had just woken her from sleep.

I raised an eyebrow when I saw her. This was the same person who had asked me to come to her place in the evening, but obviously, she wasn’t ready to welcome me just yet. She ushered me into the house and started to apologise.

“Hope you didn’t stay long outside that door?” she asked, her tone reverberated sincere remorse.

“I stayed long enough to get me angry,” I said and grinned.

She jabbed me jokingly, and we both smiled. She later picked up her phone and dialled a number. When she started to talk, she stood up and went into the room. I was certain she did it deliberately so that I wouldn’t hear what she was saying. Whatever she was planning was making my tummy to churn.

About half an hour later there was a knock on the door. She beamed with a smile as she paced to the door to open it. She ushered two guys into the room and introduced them as members of Manchester male escorting industry.

“I will allow you to choose first today,” she said.

I didn’t yet understand what she was saying, but my eyes scanned through both guys. They were charming. I found it weird choosing a guy like they were some item but I called her and whispered to her ears that I want the one on the left. He was more built and had a better smile.

She paced into her room and got dressed. She came out and told me that it was time to go. In all these, I felt like a kid being led by the hand to a place she didn’t want to go. She stopped a cab, and the guys from the Manchester male escorting industry let us enter first.

We stopped at a nightclub and the rest of the evening was a bang. I had lots of fun dancing and drinking that I didn’t know when it was morning. The guys from the Manchester male escorting industry followed us home before heading to their homes a few minutes later.

I thanked Treasure and went home. Subsequently, I began to imagine Manchester male escorting industry where you will not have to make calls or rely on a particular set of escorts every time. I talked to Treasure about it, and she argued how it wasn’t possible. About a decade later it has become a reality. With an Internet connection, you can get random escorts every time.