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I Love Booking London Escorts and Prostitutes

Posted on | by Charlotte

When I got married to her thirteen years ago, I never thought that there would come a time when I would entertain the thought of cheating on my wife, let alone do it with a prostitute! How things change and how life takes a turn on events that we never dreamt of. I have this deep feeling in me that I have to have sex with my wife in order to feel more connected. And the more sex I have, the better. But my wife’s biological faculties have decided to stand on the way, hence the main reason why I book sexy cheap escorts. This is how my habit of booking sex with escorts started…
I am a thirty nine years old man, married to a beautiful 37 years old woman. We got married thirteen years ago and together, we have two kids- a ten year old boy and a seven year old girl. During our early years of our marriage, our sex life was near perfect and ensuring that there was mutual satisfaction in bed was our top priority. We had heard about how the lack of sex had led to the collapse of many marriages and we did not want ours to add to the statistics. We were so comfortable and open with each other that no one shied off from initiating sex. Although we were at the peak of our careers (I was and I still am a law enforcement officer and my wife is a retired model), we made sure that we created enough time for sex in our busy schedules. Things started to fall apart after the birth of our second child. That is about six years ago.

  • Elise

  • Lexus

  • Natalia

  • Ella

  • Vivi

  • Ramona

  • Sandra

  • Emily

  • Anastasia

  • Candy

  • Maria

  • Adelina

  • Bunga

  • Sara

  • Lorena

  • Andrea

  • Kimberly

  • Katy

  • Jodie

  • Melissa

  • Adele

You see, when we welcomed our first child, we had only refrained from sex for three months after my wife gave birth. It thus took me completely by surprise when after the birth of our second child, my wife would reluctantly say yes to sex even after the third month mark had long come to
pass. I had at the time thought that she was probably experiencing some post-partum issues and that was probably why she was evasive when it came to sex. It took me over a year after this to realize that matters were complicated than I had initially thought. It slowly went from having sex four times a week to having sex only twice a week and within the past one year, only twice in a MONTH if I am lucky enough. Even then, our encounters are not half as passionate or satisfying as they once used to be. She now never initiates sex and when we are at it, she makes it completely obvious that she is not into it. It frustrates me so much because I feel as if I am forcing myself onto her. Now, it is always more like her stating,” Please hurry up and get done with. I want it over with before the kids wake up”. There is not even foreplay. She would not even kiss me. I am always the one who is trying to initiate any form of affection and even then, she always acts withdrawn.

It reached a point where I got extremely hurt, angered and resentful towards her that she sensed that our marriage was on the verge of collapsing. It is then that she fessed up to me that the problem was not me, but that her sex drive was declining, and fast. As much as I was relieved to hear that the problem was not with me at all, I was shocked. I mean-she was by the time only thirty three! Whose libido hits an end that early in life? I could not blame her for her low libido any more than I could blame myself for my insatiable sexual appetite. Plus, I loved and I still love her so much that divorce was out of the question. Which meant that if I wanted to seek for my sexual gratification as the need arose, booking sexy prostitutes was my only safe bet!

For all the women I could have gone out for, one would wonder why I opted for prostitutes or if i wanted to go more high class for companionship Chelsea escorts of all the people, right? The premise behind my reasoning was very simple. For instance:

No strings attached.
Prostitutes have an understanding that their clients do not book them for emotional connections. A prostitute does not expect any sort of emotional investment from their clients. This perfectly worked for me because I was and I am not looking for a substitute for my wife. The sexy prostitutes that I have booked in the past understand that I only seek them for my sexual gratifications and nothing more. Thus, there is no risk of emotional baggage.

Matching libidos.
I do not know how they do it but I have never encountered a prostitute whose sex drive was low. Unlike my wife who has a very low libido, all the prostitutes I have had in the past seem to have a libido that matches my own, if not stronger. This way, my encounters with them do not feel forced.
Availability.
Unlike my wife who has become some sort of a eunuch, escorts like those from Croydon escorts for example are easily accessible and will readily service you any time you want to book their services. When we have sex, which happens once in a blue moon, my wife is very strict on when we have it. Daytime is a big no and
especially not when the kids are around. For someone with such a strong libido such as myself, my right hand can only service me enough times before I seek gratification somewhere else. I know that what I am doing amounts to cheating and that most people would consider me a terrible husband. Although my wife is unaware about my extramarital affairs, I highly doubt that she would have an issue about it. At one time in bed, she had jokingly said that I needed an escort for my  insatiable appetite in bed. If the tables were overturned and I be the one with a low libido, I would not hold it against my wife if she decided to seek gratification from male prostitutes. As long as she remembered that we are married…And as long as she remembered to use protection, just like I always do!

My passion for seeing the best London escorts grows every week

Posted on | by Charlotte

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.

  • Ramona

  • Lexus

  • Anastasia

  • Bunga

  • Jodie

  • Sandra

  • Maria

  • Adelina

  • Emily

  • Candy

  • Melissa

  • Sara

  • Katy

  • Andrea

  • Kimberly

  • Vivi

  • Lorena

  • Ella

  • Adele

  • Elise

  • Natalia

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.

But when all’s said and done, the world of London escorts at charlotte action escorts website charlotteaction.org are the best and continuously offers plenty of sexy variety, I’ve even been lucky enough to meet a few ladies from France. And yes, they held me tantalisingly and they were real experts. Destination: mind blown.