I suppose that it all started when I was a young boy, and my father took me to a brothel in Paris as a birthday present. I was a virgin, of course, and consequentially the experience has remained etched on my memory to this day. We entered a fashionable house in the Saint Germain district and the madam asked me to sit on a sofa in the main salon and wait for some girls to appear so that I could make a choice. I was, I’ll admit, quite nervous when the parade started, but I managed to blurt out “the one in the red dress, please” because she was the youngest and looked like a goddess to my young eyes.
She took me upstairs to a bedroom with a four-poster bed and undressed me, then she washed me with a warm flannel and slowly took off her dress. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her breasts, they were so very beautiful; you must understand that in those days photos of naked women could only be found on the pages of Playboy, and to see a beautiful woman naked was not as commonplace as it is today. I was already rock hard, and she hadn’t even touched me, so when she pulled me on top of her it was only moments before I came. I think she felt sorry for me, so she turned me over and put my cock in her mouth and sucked me dry, by which time I was hard again and found out that there was another wonderful way to come. She swallowed, and that was so unexpected that I just laid there and stared at her with a look of total bewilderment. What a nice birthday present that turned out to be.
Many years and two marriages later, a friend told me about an escort agency which had an office in Beauchamp Place near Harrods, and my curiosity led me to pay them a visit. The book they showed me was full of photos and bios of some of the prettiest women I had ever seen, and it was hard to decide which one to book; but there was one, I think her name was Lindsey, who looked a lot like a film star of that era, a girl I had often fantasised about. I secured a booking for that same afternoon and was given Lyndsey’s address, a house in a secluded mews nearby.
When Lynsey answered the door, she was even more beautiful than her photo, and I followed her upstairs to her bedroom unable to contain the bulge in my trousers. I had always liked nice breasts, but when she took off her dress I saw that she had the most amazing ones I had ever seen, firm and round and full, with small pink nipples that were a joy to suck. When I think back about that interlude, I don’t believe I have ever seen breasts like that to this day.
The internet has changed everything so radically for me and booking an escort has become simply a matter of clicking a mouse, and although it is more convenient, I sometimes miss the personal touch in days of old.
In recent years, I have been very happy to see the increase in escort agencies that specialise in Japanese, Chinese and other Asian escorts because over time I have found that Asian girls, especially Japanese ones, provide a more personal service than most of their European counterparts. They are more sociable and well behaved on lunch and dinner dates, and their attention to detail in the bedroom leaves one to believe that they care much more about your satisfaction.
Some days, I want to book a girl who looks like an elite model; on others I prefer the company of a young ingenue who looks sweet and innocent, or just a friendly girl next door type to share a lunch with before going back to her place. There are plenty of glamour model type escorts all over the internet, but you can only find teenage ingenues and pretty girl next door types on escort agencies like this one.
Variety is the spice of life, I always say.
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