Petite - 5'3" and under. Tall - 5'8" and above. Ah yes, the open-minded escort is indeed a thing to treasure and love. Snuggle up to her while you walk and place your hand firmly on her bum so she knows that round two is just a short time away. This long street is home to a myriad of one-off boutiques and creations that come straight from the modelling catwalk.
It's extremely trendy and be warned because you and your London open minded escort may receive an unwelcome stare if they enter any of the stores without wearing stylish clothes. Or maybe you are. However, nothing beats a little window shopping on King's Road. French Art Studio in Gloucester Road If you want to impress you A-Level educated London escort then try this intimate and unusual gallery, which presents a year round rolling program of solo and group exhibitions.
The French Art Studio has had excellent success in exhibiting up and coming artists from around the world. The exhibitions are free and some of the artwork is for sale, at rather astronomical prices. Shopping, Shopping, Shopping If your new open minded girl escort really insists you go shopping, how about just a bit of window shopping and buy another hour instead with your London girl? Most men are stereotyped as obsessed with large breasts, and yes there are some, but the truth is, the majority like real.
Big, small, squishy or not, they prefer the real you. I was always small. It never affected my work as an escort, in fact I did really really well. I was me, imperfections and all, and I never had any complaints. I wasn't turned away, even though I wasn't the girl in the picture's, and my clients I had independently adored me. They knew who I was, and I had more than enough regulars.
Some would even say "no please please don't. There are way to many fake girls out there, you are beautiful now" And on and on. And the constant praise and the lifestyle boosted my self esteem about my body anyway and I thought I was hot. Tons of guys always telling you that will convince you.
Rich guys, tough guys, sappy guys, they all told me the same thing. Then I stopped escorting. My boyfriend is super sweet, but he is obsessed with big boobs. At first i was like- whatever! In his business he has several Huge boobed women that he chose for certain public appearances. He stares at the big boobs everywhere we go. Eventually it got to me. I went from being the girl everyone wanted to somehow not feeling pretty enough for the one guy i chose to be with.
Ive never dated a big boob guy, my ex's all liked other things, and definitely wouldn't stare at other women whatever they liked, so I feel sooo ugly nowadays.
It seems that i went from the spotlight- money, gifts, compliments- to the back of a closet surrounded by women my boyfriend would rather have.
Anyway, that's my story. I'm going to meet the surgeon next week. Ill let you know how it goes! Hopefully who aren't working yet, or who are not too caught up in the lifestyle to get out. If you need the money, and you can manage to escort, then being a Sugarbaby is a way better option than escorting. For those that dont understand, a SugarDaddy is usually wealthy, older, and married. They are bored or arrogant, or both, and want to spoil a younger girl. Its basically the same as escorting, only safer.
A sugarbaby spends time with him, sex is usually there, but its also alot about company. They want to be around someone fun and new and interesting. Of course you have to look good, and be sweet. That said, I think it is a way better option. Morally, its the same as escorting, dont let it get taken to a new level because you get to know each other and start to feel badly for his circumstances, he would be doing it another way if a sugarbaby wasn't around. A good SugarDaddy will pay you an allowance, usually between , a month, and you agree upon how much time is spent together depending on your schedules.
You go shopping, get gifts, have dinners, and of course sex. But its not a meet at a hotel and get it on kind of thing, its like fake dating without any of the emotional crap. My sugardaddy is now my long term super fabulous boyfriend. We hit it off right away, and a few months in decided to end our "agreement" and start really dating.
Like I said, most of the time they are married. If you keep it business, it can work really well. You both get what you want and need. There are plenty of SD's out there, so don't settle for the first one you meet with. I interviewed tons of losers before i met a match. You have to connect for it to work out, or your going to go nuts. It can be alot of fun, but i think the hard part is when feelings come into play, on either side.
If it is kept as a business arrangement it is perfect. When one starts to cross the line, it can get sticky. My prior SD was awesome. Mr Satish Reddy He was super rich, cute, and funny. We got along great, even though he was pretty boring and arrogant towards other people, he was different with me. He made me feel like a princess,which was his job, and I helped him have fun and loosen up a little. We had amazing dates, trips, anything I wanted or mentioned he got, we had alot of fun together.
I liked our arrangement, he wanted more. It made me uncomfortable, because i did care about his feelings, but it just wasn't an option for me, and so when i would meet with him, and he would ask why or talk about different "couple" things, i would get uncomfortable.
I couldn't be my happy fun self knowing I was hurting his feelings. So it had to end. That's my SD experience, and yes i met alot of losers along the way, the cheap ones, the want unsafe sex ones, the liars.
If they mention sex at all, just like with escorting, walk away. The nice guys wont do that. There is a certain behavior that is understood, and if they mention sex just tell them to go find an escort and walk away.
Also, it is business. I would not give out my real name, or anything that could identify me. I just wouldnt do it. If he is buying a plane ticket, have him send you the money and you book it. Always keep in mind, this is not really dating, its business.
There is a wife somewhere that probably wouldn't be too nice if she found out. There are guys who can be really nice, but flip when they get angry. Always stay safe, and if you have to consider escorting, i would think about finding a SD instead. There are lots of websites set up just for this, just google sugardaddy, or email me and i can send you some. I may have mentioned some of them in previously, if so I'm sorry. I had a two girl show with my friend at a very nice hotel. I think this was either the second or third time I went out with her.
So i was still clueless. We went in and met the guy, who was very nice. He said I could stay of course. He was married, traveling on business, the usual. We smalled talked him for awhile and pretended to drink his Beer, than proceeded to play a little. My friend and I were now in almost nothing. She batted her eyes and said "Aren't you gonna take a shower for us? As soon as he shut the bathroom door, she grabbed everything she could and just said "Run!
Now I'm almost naked running after her in the hall of a 5 star hotel in Mg Road. She was cracking up, I was scared to death. She ran to the nearest stairwell and tossed me my clothes, dressing as she went down the stairs. I just kept saying we should go back, hes gonna kill us, hes gonna come after us- but she wasn't worried.
She called the driver as we ran down the stairs and he was at the door when we came out- still shoeless. She thought it was the funniest thing ever. I was embarrassed, scared, and her reason was she was bored and wanted to get out of there.
I felt bad for the guy, she had taken his wallet and cell phone,and he was traveling. Looking back it is kind of funny now, but at the time i could've killed her. The crack guy This one is not so funny. I had gone on a call alone, no driver, with the agency. As soon as i pulled up to the house i had a bad vibe, but I trusted the new agency i was with. The guy didn't answer his phone, so i had to try and knock on the door, except he had a very tall fence and the handle was rusted so it was very hard to open.
I couldn't do it. He came out and let me in. When i went in, the house was gross. Not bachelor unclean gross, more like, something is not right gross. We small talked a bit and he asked if we could go for a walk to the beach, he lived next to the ocean. I said yes, thinking it would pass the hour faster, but as soon as we started i got a really bad vibe, the hair on my neck was standing up, and my head was yelling not to go, and so i told him it was too cold.
He was acting strange, not nervous like a newbie, but nervous like he was trying to get away with something. We went back into the house, and usually there was a very basic order of things, small talk, money, go change and check in, and then whatever. But he wouldn't shut up, he was going a mile a minute. So when i missed my check in call with the agency she called of course. She said to call back after i was settled. Again, i couldn't because he was pacing and talking nonstop.
I tried to go use the bathroom to call the agency, but there was no door on the bathroom, in fact, there were no doors at all, only to come in.
He lights up a crack pipe looking like thing. I don't do drugs, but this was something that i had seen in movies or on cops, and it stunk, and i was freaked. I had met guys with drugs alot, and i never liked those conditions, but usually they were older businessmen who offered a line that i declined and never saw, this was different.
I told him i had to call in, so he wouldn't freak if he saw me on the phone. I whispered to the agency to get me out of there, because he was smoking crack.
I was afraid either he would flip, or that i would get high off of the fumes if that's possible She said to make the best of it, there was nothing she could do.
WTF am i giving you half of my money for then? The other agencies always tried something to help, but she was like- sorry, your on your own. And so i brainstormed while this crackhead paced around talking in riddles blaring porn on his tv, looking at me like he just got out of prison and telling me all the nasty things he plans to do to me.
There is no backdoor. Theres only the gate. The mind goes into survival mode, and no i wasnt in immediate danger, but i certainly wasnt going to wait around for him to do any of the things he was talking about. I told him I needed to get an outfit out of my car.
I told him how much fun we were going to have and he better be ready and blah blah blah, and i calmly smiled and walked out slowly, and i fought that fence latch as hard as i could,and when i got to the car i was shaking so hard i could hardly get the key in. I thought for sure he would jump in a car and follow me, shoot at me, something. I did cave and go a few months ago- and I quit. Let me explain why I decided to go see someone because i was going mental, wanting to work, knowing it was a bad choice, blah blah blah And so i found someone who had experience working with girls like me, she was very well trained.
She was an older woman, very kind, she made me feel very comfortable. Well, as comfortable as I could possibly get in that situation I suppose. The first couple of times i met with her were fine, very casual. I hated knowing she was just letting me warm up, i hate the obvious, if that makes sense to anyone. I could see and tell what she was doing and why. Then she began to inquire about my past. My insane family, my absent father, my childhood rapist, why i cut ties with everyone related to me.
Then relationships, the abuse, the one who left me pregnant. I answered all of her questions. The issue was that I was too matter of fact for her liking. She said I seemed void of emotion, discussing such "tragedies". Well, okay but thats me, its in the past, I dont see any point in crying and feeling like crap now, what good does that do?
She said i was a boiling pot with the cover on, and eventually the emotions would boil. Okay, i can see the analogy, but I thought it was lame. I told her i preferred not to dwell on my past, i see no good that can come of it.
I live in the present. So she agreed to put the past off for awhile. We began to talk about my current boyfriend. She did not like him, well not so much him as "us". I guess because i had met him as a sugar daddy, and he wasnt yet divorced, she just didnt think it was good. I tried to make her understand that it was because of him that i had quit escorting, and that i loved him very much and all was good, but she didnt buy it. She thought he was controlling, based on our situation, and she said we dont do what normal couples do talk about kids, marriage, joint money stuff- that kind of thing She said we were very seperate people, more like roomates.
I could see why, but he is everything to me, so i really didnt want to hear it. I just wanted her to tell me if i should go back to escorting or not.
She told me my childhood rape had set me on a course to escorting and empty relationships. She said until i let out all the grossness of my childhood that i would stay on the path. This was bullshit- I do not like being labeled and on a path, yes my relationships have sucked, but the escorting wasnt always there, it was a last resort. I finally just stopped showing up.
I felt really bad, i wanted to go, but i didnt want to hear anymore about my boyfriend, or my past. I just wanted her to say it was morally okay to work if i had to, and she refused to say one way or the other. She said she legally couldnt.
That was a cop out to me. It was freeing to be able to talk about escorting with someone who seemed to understand while I could.
She didnt look at me with judgement, or lecture me. She said she was proud of me for being so strong. She said she had never met anyone who had been through as much as I had, who could still sit calmly and smile.
She was dumbfounded she said, with how i kept myself together. Her amazement at my personality was flattering at first. I was proud- I said damn! Thats right, look at me and what ive been through and I overcame, but that lasted about 5 minutes, and while i was driving home, i started to feel bad.
I started to think of how unfair life has been, and what i have been through is horrible, and maybe im not as composed as I want to pretend i am. I think thats where she was trying to get me to go- Maybe i shouldnt have quit. I am in a relationship now, but that's what this post is about. Ill write about him when i can confirm he hasn't found this Site yet I wanted to share with you the story of getting involved with the wrong person in this business, and the devastation that followed.
He came in as a client. He was cute and charming, but so were alot of them and i didn't think much about it. I was all set with men and dating anyway, I liked being single and wasn't looking to change that.
Anyway, he comes in again and makes a big fuss about how he couldn't wait to come back and how much he liked me and on and on. He showed me pictures of his kids, and told me his was in the military.
For some reason, my friend liked him. Her number one rule was never never date a client. Now there had been much nicer, much richer, much better men that had asked me out, and it was always just "No" -so why i was dumb enough this night is one of those things ill never figure out.
His persistence, her encouragement, and i guess my low self esteem and isolation was the mixture that let him into my world. A few weeks in he quits his job. My friend then let him play bodyguard for awhile, but she feels something is not right about him. The other bodyguard agrees. They eventually banned him, and a few weeks later my friend and i had a fight, and I cut ties with her.
Now it was just him and I. It was strange, but it seemed to work. He would drive and protect me, i would pay him. We were dating, so it was strange to me that he was okay with this, but he was. Over time I learned the darker side. He wasn't just helping me, he was obsessed with the lifestyle.
He convinced me to close my business.