That's my story and I'm sticking to it
Sometimes the client manipulates the escort. Sometimes it’s the opposite. Sometimes, the situation manipulates both. This is such a story. I’ve been living this for 10 months now, and it made most forum threads on these matters seem irrelevant. You be the judge.
I met a new girl back then. From the first minutes of the initial date, I could tell something strong was taking place. There seemed to be a lot of wordless communication happening between the two of us. She never played “companion”. Quite the opposite, this outspoken free spirit opened up to me. Almost every time she revealed a new aspect of herself, I found myself of like mind. There was no way she was tailoring this discourse for me, she always spoke first. Besides, she is very agile in bed, and as far as I know has no need to “work at it” to get bookings. Like two people can in any situation, we were hitting it off.
After a few dates, I knew there was more to this than just an “ATF” (beurk, don’t like acronyms much). I told her I liked her a lot. She told me this was nice but that maybe in order to gain some perspective I ought to visit with others girls once in a while. Well, I was already doing this…
After a few weeks, we met again. This time, she was very, very happy to see me. She started opening up a lot more from then on. Even the sex, which had been quite amazing ‘till then, took on lovemaking overtones. I was falling in love.
We met a couple more times like this, and always something kept me from declaring my heart. The meetings were always very intense and touching, but the low points between the meets grew unbearable. Then one night, we talked about going shopping together the next day. This would have been our first “outside” outing. The next morning, she sent me a text message, excusing herself. I was devastated, this was when I had planned to what was on my mind.
I tried duos (now the secret is out) as an antidote, nothing would do. I was still pining for this girl. I sent her a text message asking for a coffee meet. She replied at length, saying she was intrigued, but scared. That if she blurred the boundaries, her world may tip over into chaos.
A few days later, I decided I needed I could no longer take this. I booked a meet through her agency and texted her, so she’d know in advance to expect something special.
I got a very nice B&B room, some roses, candles, and set about to wait. She arrived and saw the setup, I saw the gasp… After a few minutes she asked me what it was I wanted to tell her. I started saying “I’m in love with you”, stopped, said “no, this is wrong, not strong enough, I love you”. The result was strong. Even though she was fully expecting this, her look of utter surprise was complete. She started clinging to me and giving me little tender kisses on the neck while looking at me with wonder. It is not for me to say how she felt.
We had a wonderfully sweet night. She confided many things which seemed to be meant to explain her situation facing this. At one point, she took my hand and led me to the bed, three steps away. It was like a wedding procession in miniature, I will always remember those three steps. Foreplay was almost futile, we had to be in union. After just a little bit of it, she cried “condom, condom, condom”, urgently. We made love. Looking so, so very deeply into one another’s eyes, it was like a symbiosis. We didn’t have orgasms that time, too enraptured with our moment. We lay into one another’s arms after, spooning. She playfully put my hand on her breasts, not sexually but almost like she was giving them to me to keep for a while. Nevertheless, I knew this was “a moment”, that she wasn’t quite going to return my love, that she felt she couldn’t. I also saw her, in that cuddle moment, waver. I asked her if she was okay, she said “I’m fine, just had a bit of vertigo”. Oh, dear, so close…
Of course she had to go, driver waiting. You know the game… I was dejected for close to two months. Then I decided our moments together were still giving me reasons to go on. We had two excruciatingly sweet dates then. She was so glad I’d decided to see her again, and she seemed to need the kind of company I was giving her. A few times, she’d tap the pillow besides her like a petulant child and begged me to put my head down on it so she could rest her head on my shoulder. There was no faking there, she seemed to need it like a man needs water in a desert. On the second of those meetings, her need for affection reached a paroxysm. Let me tell you, I was more than happy to oblige. I thought for sure, all I needed to do was stay my course and things would progress naturally.
The next time, she appeared very cheerful, almost unnaturally so. I had bought some Champagne, not something I do every time. She drank a lot more than usual too. Was very sexual. As usual it was a very nice time, but I felt an edge. At one point, we had one of those moments, almost like we always do, where we find we agree on yet one more thing in life. I saw something strange in her eyes. It was almost like she had wished that, on this ONE thing, could we at least disagree once? Almost like it would make it easier to detach…
I pre-booked another date through her agency. The day of the meet, I sent her a text message saying how much I was looking forward to it. Mere minutes later, she sent me two terse replies begging me to call the agency and cancel, that she couldn’t do it, was unable to, that she was so very sorry. It wasn`t a scheduling conflict she was talking about... I replied that of course I would do as she asked, and asked about future meets. I got two words back: ``Forgive me...``. I never read so much anguish in so few words.
This is it. Draw your own conclusions. I have mine. I will only say that she is a very honest young lady, that she could have easily separated me from a whole lot more of my money and chose not to.
I sort of kick myself for having failed to just “stay in the moment”, but not really. For me it IS real love, I mean it can happen here, and it’s not like I was seeking it either. I just met her and couldn’t be silent… As far as she goes, I hope she doesn’t kick herself either for opening up so much. We had a very, very sweet time together.
And PLEASE don’t insult my intelligence and say I was taken for a ride. I’ve played this game a lot and for a long time now. I know the signs…
Sometimes the client manipulates the escort. Sometimes it’s the opposite. Sometimes, the situation manipulates both. This is such a story. I’ve been living this for 10 months now, and it made most forum threads on these matters seem irrelevant. You be the judge.
I met a new girl back then. From the first minutes of the initial date, I could tell something strong was taking place. There seemed to be a lot of wordless communication happening between the two of us. She never played “companion”. Quite the opposite, this outspoken free spirit opened up to me. Almost every time she revealed a new aspect of herself, I found myself of like mind. There was no way she was tailoring this discourse for me, she always spoke first. Besides, she is very agile in bed, and as far as I know has no need to “work at it” to get bookings. Like two people can in any situation, we were hitting it off.
After a few dates, I knew there was more to this than just an “ATF” (beurk, don’t like acronyms much). I told her I liked her a lot. She told me this was nice but that maybe in order to gain some perspective I ought to visit with others girls once in a while. Well, I was already doing this…
After a few weeks, we met again. This time, she was very, very happy to see me. She started opening up a lot more from then on. Even the sex, which had been quite amazing ‘till then, took on lovemaking overtones. I was falling in love.
We met a couple more times like this, and always something kept me from declaring my heart. The meetings were always very intense and touching, but the low points between the meets grew unbearable. Then one night, we talked about going shopping together the next day. This would have been our first “outside” outing. The next morning, she sent me a text message, excusing herself. I was devastated, this was when I had planned to what was on my mind.
I tried duos (now the secret is out) as an antidote, nothing would do. I was still pining for this girl. I sent her a text message asking for a coffee meet. She replied at length, saying she was intrigued, but scared. That if she blurred the boundaries, her world may tip over into chaos.
A few days later, I decided I needed I could no longer take this. I booked a meet through her agency and texted her, so she’d know in advance to expect something special.
I got a very nice B&B room, some roses, candles, and set about to wait. She arrived and saw the setup, I saw the gasp… After a few minutes she asked me what it was I wanted to tell her. I started saying “I’m in love with you”, stopped, said “no, this is wrong, not strong enough, I love you”. The result was strong. Even though she was fully expecting this, her look of utter surprise was complete. She started clinging to me and giving me little tender kisses on the neck while looking at me with wonder. It is not for me to say how she felt.
We had a wonderfully sweet night. She confided many things which seemed to be meant to explain her situation facing this. At one point, she took my hand and led me to the bed, three steps away. It was like a wedding procession in miniature, I will always remember those three steps. Foreplay was almost futile, we had to be in union. After just a little bit of it, she cried “condom, condom, condom”, urgently. We made love. Looking so, so very deeply into one another’s eyes, it was like a symbiosis. We didn’t have orgasms that time, too enraptured with our moment. We lay into one another’s arms after, spooning. She playfully put my hand on her breasts, not sexually but almost like she was giving them to me to keep for a while. Nevertheless, I knew this was “a moment”, that she wasn’t quite going to return my love, that she felt she couldn’t. I also saw her, in that cuddle moment, waver. I asked her if she was okay, she said “I’m fine, just had a bit of vertigo”. Oh, dear, so close…
Of course she had to go, driver waiting. You know the game… I was dejected for close to two months. Then I decided our moments together were still giving me reasons to go on. We had two excruciatingly sweet dates then. She was so glad I’d decided to see her again, and she seemed to need the kind of company I was giving her. A few times, she’d tap the pillow besides her like a petulant child and begged me to put my head down on it so she could rest her head on my shoulder. There was no faking there, she seemed to need it like a man needs water in a desert. On the second of those meetings, her need for affection reached a paroxysm. Let me tell you, I was more than happy to oblige. I thought for sure, all I needed to do was stay my course and things would progress naturally.
The next time, she appeared very cheerful, almost unnaturally so. I had bought some Champagne, not something I do every time. She drank a lot more than usual too. Was very sexual. As usual it was a very nice time, but I felt an edge. At one point, we had one of those moments, almost like we always do, where we find we agree on yet one more thing in life. I saw something strange in her eyes. It was almost like she had wished that, on this ONE thing, could we at least disagree once? Almost like it would make it easier to detach…
I pre-booked another date through her agency. The day of the meet, I sent her a text message saying how much I was looking forward to it. Mere minutes later, she sent me two terse replies begging me to call the agency and cancel, that she couldn’t do it, was unable to, that she was so very sorry. It wasn`t a scheduling conflict she was talking about... I replied that of course I would do as she asked, and asked about future meets. I got two words back: ``Forgive me...``. I never read so much anguish in so few words.
This is it. Draw your own conclusions. I have mine. I will only say that she is a very honest young lady, that she could have easily separated me from a whole lot more of my money and chose not to.
I sort of kick myself for having failed to just “stay in the moment”, but not really. For me it IS real love, I mean it can happen here, and it’s not like I was seeking it either. I just met her and couldn’t be silent… As far as she goes, I hope she doesn’t kick herself either for opening up so much. We had a very, very sweet time together.
And PLEASE don’t insult my intelligence and say I was taken for a ride. I’ve played this game a lot and for a long time now. I know the signs…
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