My First Experience with an Escort

I had recently divorced my wife. Right after six long months with almost no female companionship, I decided I needed to meet up with someone or I was going to explode. One of the hardest things about being a separated man is that it usually feels like we have a mark on our foreheads that says, “Don’t touch me, I’m separated.”

I went on a couple of blind dates set up by close friends; however, I really wasn’t ready for any kind of emotional commitment at that point. I just wanted sex—raw and intense!

I work in the insurance business, and in my office there’s a stunning redhead named Carmen. She’s truly magnificent physically, with deep green eyes, juicy lips, and a soft accent. She can honestly seem like a goddess. Her eyes appear to melt into your soul with even the briefest glance, and when she’s focused, she slowly licks her lips—lips that are heavenly and incredibly hot.

There were rumors that she might be a lesbian because she had rejected all advances from other employees, and that only made me want her more. I realized I had become completely fixated on being with her—me, who used to be so eager for any kind of sex and who needed it so badly at that time. Eventually, after a failed drunken attempt to flirt with the bartender at my neighborhood bar, I decided I had to contact an escort. I’d been told that I could get guaranteed pleasure with a beautiful woman, and that seemed like the most sensible plan for me.

I got home that night and searched on Google, and I was surprised to discover countless escort agencies available, even those offering unforgettable experiences with a London trans escort. Nowadays, I occasionally reach out to a trans escort for companionship, but that’s a story for another time. Anyway, back to my first experience, after about an hour, I found one particular agency and nearly spat out my sip of single-malt whisky onto my laptop.

It turned out that one of the women was Carmen—from my workplace. The photos were real and excellent, and she was undoubtedly an extremely sexy woman. I called the agency, and a woman told me that she could come see me in person at my home or at a hotel room, but only at night or on weekends because she worked all day. I almost said, “She actually works at my office!!” but fortunately I didn’t. I explained that I could book a hotel and would contact them again the next day.

I couldn’t sleep that night, my mind racing with questions: “Will she tell people at the office?” “Will she laugh and run away?” Or worse, will she sleep with me and then tell me how terrible I was and that there’s no doubt my wife left me for a reason?

I decided that no matter what happened, it would be a trip and an experience—and I might be the only person in my office who had ever been with her, so it had to be worth it!

I called the agency around lunchtime to arrange the meeting, and they confirmed that Carmen would be with me at eight in the evening at my hotel. I left the office at six p.m., went to the hotel bar, and had a couple of drinks to calm my nerves, then headed up to my room around seven. I had seen on the agency’s website that they recommend the man be freshly showered, so I took a good shower to relax and clean up.

The drinks must have sent me straight into a light sleep, because I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on my door. I quickly checked my watch and saw it was already 8:05 p.m. My chest started pounding—not only from the excitement of seeing Carmen, but also from wondering what she would say or do.

And guess what happened? She showed up and obviously recognized me, but she was a total professional about it. Of course, what happened next started with some light, slightly awkward conversation, but there were no other issues. I experienced a level of sex and sensation that words just can't describe, and since then, I haven’t had to worry about being lonely in bed. And of course, Carmen isn't the only one out there!