All the way down the street, window frames, door ways, sides of buildings, were festooned with brightly colored notices. Almost all of them inquiring as to the nature of the passing punters’ sexual preferences. Always in English. Curiously enough. I was only just into my teens at the time but it was Paris. It was summer holidays. And we were a bunch of rampant school boys partying it up in one of the French capital’s famous, if rather seedy, red light districts.
While the goody two-shoes would dutifully traipse around the famous historical sights of Le Paris, we bad boys would get busy getting drunk in our hotel, smoking heady French cigarettes and preparing for our town tour of the local sights. The red light district had these gorgeous babes. All colours and shapes, they lined the street, and would call out to you, stroking your shoulder or cheek as you passed, trying to entice you inside for “love, mon ami darling”. These women were not like the London escorts or canary wharf escorts I had occasionally seen back home. No, I didn’t lose my innocence that summer to a fabulous French babe of the night. That was my room mate for the trip. I can’t even remember his name. but I sure do remember the mix of shock and awe with which I viewed my manly fellow student that July night when he returned to our hotel in triumph.
It would be years, in fact, until I plucked up the courage to even date a woman, to say nothing of getting it on. That first time, though! She was lovely and I sure do respect her for having taken such good care of me. It can’t be easy dealing with the sudden outpouring of all that pent up, uh, you know… emotion. It wasn’t until I moved into sales and starting running with a rowdier crowd of party animals that I really got to know some London escorts. Real honeys, too. At first, I was scared. I mean, I don’t know how this works, do I? But the London escorts I met knew the score. They knew how to take care of me and I liked to take care of them too. We could go to a club and dance. Sometimes, we would really hit it off and we’d hang out. Some times a girl (or two, or maybe even three if I was really lucky), would just show up at my door. I’d give one of the girls I already knew a call and say I really wanted to party.I reckon it must have been about the time karaoke machines first arrived in the UK. We’d lay on the champagne, crank the Sinatra, and have a total blast. It wasn’t long before I really started to look forward to these regular sessions. Some girls I wanted to see more and more of and you know what, I think they really liked seeing more of me. I like to think I’m a fun guy and the London escorts I spent quality time with were fun, too, absolutely no doubt about that.
Well, the parties of those early days have come and passed, the karaoke days, but I never stopped enjoying good times. Instead of drinking, partying, and singing great songs really badly, I started to really enjoying looking after myself. I cut down on the late nights out and the boozing, I started being more careful with my food, and I started working out. In time, I lost that beer belly and for sure, I don’t have the ability to stay out late getting drunk but one awesome part of my life has improved more and more. I guess, as they say, if you workout a lot, especially if you’re lifting weights, your testosterone levels get a boost. And you know what improves if your testosterone levels go up? That’s right, your ability to perform. You end up wanting it more and wanting more of it. And you know what else? The ladies like that, too! For real. Get ripped, get healthy, and get more of what I’m talking about. Quality time, for longer. What’s not to love about that?
Anyway, obviously I’m working hard to make money and I’m working out hard at the gym. I found that girlfriends tended to feel like they weren’t really part of the equation. I mean, I don’t get it. My girlfriend was always wanting to do stuff that cost money and have things that cost money but I’m out there making the money and she’s complaining I’m not around. All her friend’s husbands are getting these guts out to here and my girlfriend’s saying she wouldn’t want me if I looked like that but she’s saying she thinks maybe I’m gay because I’m in the gym so much? Let me tell you, I’m not gay (not that there’s anything wrong with that), and I’m not bi. But I am curious. I was curious to know what it was like to keep seeing more girls. And I was curious what we could do together, me and those girls. I just found that in the end, so to speak, it was a passion of mine that developed. To see more London escorts especially Chelsea escorts. I actually found i fit right in. It really works for me and the escorts, they work it for me. What can I say? I like to work it!
So, through all those years, I came around to the conclusion that me and the escorts work out real well together. They know how to have a really good time and I love to have a good time. Do I regret not ever going with one of those sexy French ladies? Well, sure, I have thought about it from time to time. Especially when I was a lot younger, I used to muse about what it might have been like, to have been held, tantalizingly, in the hands of a real expert in the art of love, to have an exotic Parisienne mistress indulge my youthful desires and transport me to a summer holiday destination that would blow a guy’s mind.
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