Ethan

Finding out a little bit about my clients before I meet them helps me prepare, and I’m glad I did before I met Ethan. He had me assume a compromising position instead, not something all my clients get me to do, but I’m very open-minded. He stood back and took me in, admiring every inch of my body. I loved every second of it, but when he put his hands on me,e it blew my mind. His soft fingers traced my thighs tu, turning me on and placing me in the perfect mood for a passionate night. The way he kissed me, all of it made me feel like I was going to lose myself in him, and the night had only just begun.

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

Ethan has always been a guy who likes to live a flavour-filled life,e and this carries on into his choice of women. Being an escort 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, he felt things he hadn’t touched in a long time. He told me he sat and stared at that picture, and every so often h, he still looks at it, too. I know it took him a little while to pluck up the courage to call, but I am glad he did. He’s my favourite client; he gets me excited no other man does. I know I reached him just amaretto…I can certainly see it through his tight jeans, anyway. He tells me I’m a lot sexier than my picture, and  I have to say that many of my clients express the name.

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 I 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. Whenn I hear his name, I always do my best to make myself accessible, too. What can I say; it’s my duty to give him exactly what he needs.