I never had a real boyfriend. I never understood all that romantic stuff and sobbing about love. I never considered dating a man for pleasure, not for money. Being a student I sold my virginity because i didn’t want to lose a chance to earn money on it. After that I got into escort business. This was a perfect job for me. And I can say I never fell in love. I love men in general. I want and I admire some of them. Some clients come to me and they look perfect and smell good. They have money and position in society and I try to understand what they want from a woman and give it to them. Once in a while I start thinking that I can be smart wit one man, not with lots of them and get everything I need from him. But on the other hand a love my freedom too much and… yes, I enjoy changing sex partners. It’s so interesting to see them all in bed. How they reveal themselves, how they become so ductile, how they show all their vulnerabilities.
Still once in my life I was really about to fall in love. And I felt really thin-skinned with this man. I felt I was melting in his presence. It was so unusual for me. He was my client. He comes from Saudi Arabia. Extremely handsome and quite well off. But that’s not all. He had some kind of special magnetism that I can’t even explain.
He visited me once a month and when I was having sex with him I didn’t want any money. I just wanted to stay in his hugs forever. Feel fantastic smell of his body and kiss him from head to feet. He wasn’t very talkative but I felt some fire burning inside him.
He loved traveling and when he traveled he always brought some special presents for me. For example he was able to chose some jewelry or perfume that suited me perfectly. He had a great taste and also he could feel people. Once he brought me a picture from Europe. A picture painted by one of my favorite artists. He bought it on the auction for me. It still hangs on my wall and when I look at it I always think of him. He seldom asked questions but I think he remembered all my answers. Such a great attention towards people’s needs and personalities.
I can’t say he was very kinky but our sex was so sensual..his every touch was perfect. So gentle and tender. He never asked me for something rude or offensive in bed. Not any fetishes or perversions.
Even now it’s a secret for me why he visited me and what made him book a girl. With such charm he could fascinate any girl. He was not sex addicted. Neither was he hungry for sex. He didn’t want the things that regular girls don’t do in their beds. But one day he stopped visiting me and I don’t know why. He just never called again. Maybe he found the one he was looking for. Maybe somewhere deep inside my soul I hoped that someday I would leave the business and wake up with him every morning. Now I understand that such emotions don’t help me in my life. I love my job and don’t want to leave it. I have everything I need and I feel much better. Love makes you unstable and I think it can make you give up on your plans.
Maybe some day I’ll leave the business and find a proper husband whom I’ll respect and who will love me. But I don’t want to fall in love one more time in my life. I want to live a beautiful life and feel comfortable. I want to travel the world and have enough money for it. I want to feel loved and cherished and pampered but I don’t want to be weak and vulnerable.