It was early Autumn 2024, and I was happy in my life but had an increasing frustration that something was missing from it. I thought that I knew the answer was dating and sensual experiences (ok and sex) but for me this would be a new and unknown world of adventure. I was in a quandary as to how to find what I was looking for. I wanted meaningful dates that built desire and passion, and I knew with beautiful women. But where was this? If this is you then what follows should inspire you to take the plunge into this world. Elite Courtesans has given me everything that I dreamed of, lots of laughter and fun, hot, sensual and erotic interludes, and a desire for more (and more) after each date!

After some initial searching on-line, it became obvious to me that ‘high class’ was the key term, not cheap thrills that frankly I was not interested in and would not have any meaning to me at all. And so I happily found Elite Courtesans. To be honest, when I first glimpsed the website and profiles I was literally in awe of the beauty of the ladies. Really all of them, helped by my life-long passion for lingerie and heels. Surely I could not date one (or more!) of these ladies. Well, you never know unless you try and I kept looking at the profiles over and over. Until one day, bingo, I hit the WhatsApp message in my first contact with Lisa! From the outset, communication has been brilliant and also for me and reassuringly a call with her to sound me out as a genuine client and to know who I was and a little about me. I welcomed this. It gave me surety of responsibility and genuine care towards the ladies and who a prospective new client was. I was put at ease, and so I began my wonderful Elite journey.

Where to start? Duo dates, London overnights, 24-hour dates and a first overseas date (FMTY) in the planning! Well, my first date was my shortest but three very sweet hours. Importantly, it helped me know that I more than liked it and hungrily desired more. In fact, the morning after that first date I was in contact with Lisa to arrange three or four more dates in the months ahead!  I also now knew that I was so excited by dates, everything about them, from planning, the day of the date and the time itself. I always book high class hotels (after all it is all about high class dates) and prepare the room/suite conducive for a date – liken it to a first date, but with a very happy ending(s) – a lovely bouquet of flowers, snacks and champagne as we get to know each other, dinner reservations to continue the evening and as time has gone on room service breakfast in bed to start the new day! Planning and etiquette really are essential. Make a good impression, be well presented as you would do for any date, be respectful and courteous (bad manners rarely impress) and remember to smile! After all, whilst you might be a little nervous, at least you know that the date will be with a stunning lady, and in my experiences always full of engaging conversation to allow a connection and intimacy to develop. Time goes far too quicky believe me. There really are too many highlights of so many brilliant times, but here is a flavour of just how good my new life has been…..

My first longer, dinner date was truly amazing and really hooked me on longer, lingering, sensual dates. As usual I was on the lovely edge of nervousness, sensual tension, and anticipation as I met my date in the hotel lobby of a city centre luxury boutique hotel. A stunning lady walked into my life for an evening. After a glass or two of champagne in the suite, she changed in the bathroom and came out revealing a beautiful lingerie set showing off her fantastic figure and femininity. I have always hugely appreciated the array of fine lingerie worn by all the ladies on all the dates – it just makes them look so elegant, vivacious and utterly sexy. Champagne glasses now lay empty on the table as hands, mouths and tongues took over. Lingering, teasing and sensual foreplay and sex before dinner always good for the appetite – for food and more of the same later. The evening was sensational, before, during and after dinner, and as always on a date I was very much made me feel at ease and to be myself – after all why pretend you’re something other than yourself.

Almost, I thought this cannot get any better. But a few weeks later and away with ‘work’ I arranged my first Duo date and my first overnight date. A Duo date with two stunning model-fit ladies wearing matching lingerie sets and spending an evening together interspersed with dinner. The fantasy of girl on girl and that I was part of it. What a dream, it was utterly amazing! Awesome. Caressing soft skin with the silk/satin of fine lingerie slowly being revealed led to new levels of erotic desires with sweet scents and honey-kissed nectar and an explosion of desire. And then an overnight where the fun continues with breakfast in bed! The whole time passed in a whirlwind of sensuality. The level of eroticism was taken to new levels that I’d only ever dreamed of. Indeed, it’s fair to say, my education in life and sexual fulfilment was certainly being advanced, much to my enormous pleasure. So, both dates were simply staggeringly good, for all sorts of reasons and not just a build up to great sensual enjoyment. They were fun I was becoming more confident as a client and my own love, enjoyment and appreciation of each date.

Since then, I’ve experienced and savoured so many great times (and more to look forward to)  ranging from London highs on overnight dates, to a 24-hour date at a country hotel with full wrap around balcony for the complete indoor and outdoor fun complete with divine lingerie selections modelled by my date and on a dinner date the slow unveiling of new lingerie (Honey Birdette, I now know is my favourite studio). Having a beautiful woman stood before you in fine lingerie showing off their stunning figure, pert breasts, shapely bum and legs to die for is really something that I want to retain in my memory for a very long, long time. In London I enjoyed a particularly delightful and ‘filthy’ birthday date to remember at The Shard, with its floor to ceiling windows, known for a little naughtiness. Well believe me – it was naughty and I enjoyed every second. There is something rather deliciously tempting about thigh thigh-high boots and lingerie! But The Shard is not the only hotel with views, others just as good and just as naughty. From sex on a balcony overlooking the Thames to a lustful morning on the dawn of memorable day at Wembley to complete a fantastic weekend experience of all things beautiful in the capital. My god, where to stop, but this is a just a short, sweet taste of so many memories.

So, have I enjoyed my new Elite world – damn right I have. It’s just brilliant. I’m pleased to say, it has definitely not cured my addiction to lingerie but rather made my dreams real and with lived sensuality. And to answer the obvious question on sex – yes its mind-blowing, it is intense, but it is not rushed, it is a real feeling of pleasure and intimacy. It really is like heaven. If you’ve read this either you’re well used to your own Elite dream world with your own stories to tell, or if not, really now is the time to get in touch and light the flames…..you know you want to!

The post “Luxury, Lust & Lingerie: My Journey with Elite Courtesans” appeared first on Elite Courtesans.

Early this year I was fortunate enough to discover Elite Courtesans. This chance find literally changed my life, enriching it with the company of some truly wonderful girls. To illustrate this I’d like to share an account of an evening spent with one of our Angels: Camille.

The crunch of tyres on the drive announced Camille’s arrival. For most of that day I’d been a basket case, the mounting anticipation ruling out any chance of meaningful work. But now, finally my wait was over. Camille was stunning. She wore a colourful floral-pattern summer dress and red heels. Her slim elegant figure was topped by a head of brunette hair and a radiant smile. I knew immediately I was going to get on very well with this girl.

Once inside we dealt with the pleasantries quickly and were soon heading upstairs. Camille walked ahead flashing tantalising glimpses of her white cotton panties as we ascended the steps. Indicating she’d like to freshen up I showed her to the bathroom, and stepped into the adjacent bedroom to wait.

Not quite knowing what to do with myself I just sat on the edge of the 4-poster bed. A few minutes later Camille reappeared framing the doorway and sporting a gloriously naughty smile. I stood up, but she motioned me to sit down again. While freshening up Camille had unzipped the back of her dress which now hung loose over her shoulders. With a little shrug the material lost its grip, slipped down her slender body and fell to the floor. What emerged caught my breath. Camille’s simple white cotton bra and matching panties contrast wonderfully with her tanned skin. In fact she looked so hot I just sat open mouthed, like a silly love-struck school boy.

My stunned reaction evidently pleased her. Sweeping her hands across her curving form Camille unclasped her bra, holding the loose garment against her breasts for a few seconds, before letting it fall, joining her dress on the floor. Slowly dropping her arm she  revealed firm pert breasts topped by dark brown nipples. My cock reacted accordingly straining against my underwear.

Dressed now only in panties and high heels Camille stepped her feet apart exposing an exquisite gap between her upper thighs. The thin white cotton of her panties seemed to follow every fold of her pussy, leaving very little to my imagination. But more wonders were to come. Camille now moved her hands up cradling her soft breasts, squeezing as she did her hardening nipples. With each gentle pressure her eyes closed slightly and her mouth let out a gentle groan. The sensations growing in her breasts also caused Camille’s tummy muscles to tightened making her body pitch slightly towards me.

With her left had still working her nipples she lowered her right hand over her belly finding the seam of her panties. Pushing at the white material her fingers slipped inside, reaching out for the warm flesh of her freshly shaven pussy.

With slow rhythmic strokes Camille began caressing the outer lips of her cunt, dipping in and out of the moistening cleft with each pass. Her eyes closed as she began to experience the early stages of a building orgasm. Between her legs I could clearly see a dark wet patch growing on the thin white fabric. This girl was not simply putting on an expert show for a client, she was really bringing herself off. Jesus, what a turn on!

As if shaken from a dream I realised it was time for me to get my butt in gear. This wonderful girl was about to cum right in front of me and I hadn’t yet laid a finger on her!

It appeared that Camille could read my mind. Stepping forward she grasped my right hand, selected two fingers, pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and thrust them up, into her cunt, using me like a dildo. My God I thought, how much hotter can this girl get? Placing the palm of my left hand against Camille’s pubic mound I curled my fingers forward against her g-spot on the inner wall of her vagina and began to softly stroke its rough surface.

This felt so good for both of us, but I had other plans. Withdrawing my fingers I stood up. Camille immediately opened her eyes and, looking up at me, she pouted playfully in mock disappointment. Two can play at tease I thought. So, rather than going straight for her breasts I swept my hands over her nipples and down the small of her back. Pushing inside the elastic waist of her panties my hands glided over her buttocks, firmly grabbing her arse and pulling her pelvis against mine. Our open mouths met, tonguing each other hungrily, drinking in our mounting mutual passion.

Swiftly and methodically Camille removed my clothes, expertly dealing with my shirt and dropped my trousers to the ground within a matter of seconds. Her hands glided down my back and under the waste band of my pants. Hooking her thumbs over the elastic she drew them over my arse and down my thighs, sinking to her knees in as she did so.

I felt her tongue gently nudge the small open slit at the tip of my cock as her right hand grasped it’s shaft, slowly drawing back my foreskin, revealing it’s swollen pink head. She then took the end of my penis into her mouth and began sucking, while wanking my shaft with her right hand and tenderly squeezing my testicles with her left. I could feel an orgasm welling up. The erectile tissue around my balls contracted and stiffened in preparation for ejaculation. Camille, recognising the point of no return was approaching, stopped abruptly, removing my cock from her mouth and deftly applied a condom. Then standing on her tip toes, she grabbed the back of my head with both hands and slammed her mouth onto mine, sinking her tongue deep inside.

Having been so expertly blown it took a few moments for my wits to return. We were standing just inches apart and still kissing with hungry passion. Camille’s swollen nipples were gently grazing my chest, sending thrills through my body, while the soft flesh of her lower abdomen pressed against my throbbing cock. I really couldn’t remember ever being so turned on.

Events now picked up pace. Disengaging from Camille’s grasp I stepped behind her and grabbed her shoulders. Then bending her forward at the waist I force her upper body over the bed. Sinking to my knees I grabbed the waist band of the panties, pulled them over the cheeks of her arse and dropped them to the floor. Now totally naked I spread Camille’s legs wide apart forcing her buttocks to separate, revealing, just inches from my face, the glorious pucker of her anus, her moist pussy slit and the swollen pink pearl of her clit. I leaned forward, put my lips against her cunt, and tenderly kissed her womanhood. Then  dipping my tongue deep inside her pussy, the musky smell of her sex filling my nostrils, I ate her cunt. Camille moaned softly.

Inserting two fingers into her cleft I quickly relocating the rough surface of her g-spot and, with steady downward pressure, again began drawing my fingers in and out of her quimm. Judging by her quickening breaths I was evidently hitting the spot (so to speak). Licking deep into her vagina I lapped her juices up and over sensitive skin of her perineum, drenching her puckered anus. Camille began to squirm with pleasure as the tip of my tongue caressed and probed her rectal opening. Yet despite her obvious distraction Camille now appeared to be rummaging in her bag.

The reason was soon apparent as a stubby black butt plug and a tube of gel appeared between her legs. I needed no further prompting. In my limited my experience of anal play you can never have too much lube. So, squirting a generous quantity over Camille’s rectum, I began gently working it into her back passage with my finger. The butt plug also lubbed, I offered it up to her puckered flesh and slow but firmly eased it inside. As it reached full depth Camille’s rectal muscle clenched around the toy, holding it firmly in place, causing her body shudder slightly beneath me. Her dilated hole was now completely hidden from view behind the plug’s sparkling base plate.

Still wearing her heels Camille’s pussy was now perfectly positioned for entry. Lining up the tip of my cock, I parted the lips of her vagina and rubbed its swollen head over her clit. Then, pulling her hips towards me, I sank into her yielding flesh. As I push deeper inside I could feel the heat of her body enfold my member, accompanied by the less familiar firmness of her butt plug in the adjacent passage. As a guy I really cannot imagine what this double penetration felt like to Camille, but judging by her growing moans it appeared to be floating her boat. From this angle I was able to push so far inside that the tip of my cock nudged against Camille’s uterus causing her to let out a muted cry.

Lowering my chest onto her back, I reach down and grabbed her breasts, immediately feeling Camille’s rock hard nipples pressing against the my palms. Locked together I now pulled her head and shoulders upwards arching both our backs. I could now feel Camille’s right arm begin to shake as her hand urgently fingered her clit while my cock repeated violated her from behind. With alternating deep penetrations followed by quick shallow forays, my penis teased the lips of her pussy causing Camille’s body to convulse with each thrust. She was evidently beginning to loose it, letting out short breathless gasps which soon became insistent exclamations of “Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me!, …….. Harder!”

Spurred on by her verbal encouragement I thrust ever deeper into Camille’s body until, crying out, as if in pain, her body bucked and stiffened as a massive orgasm engulfed her entire being. No longer able to hold back I also climaxed, shooting a pulsing stream of semen deep inside her. My ejaculation seemed to just kept pumping, releasing days of building tension in a short but explosive burst. I prayed the condom would hold!

But all good things must end. Finally our orgasms subsided. Spent, we fell forward onto the bed, bodies entangled, limbs intertwined. Recovering I gently withdrew my penis, rolled on my side, carefully released the butt plug from Camille’s anus, and watched in wonder as her rectum slowly closed and pucker up. Rolling her onto her back, I tenderly spread Camille’s thighs, lowered my face over her belly and thanked her by lightly kissing her still swollen pussy and drinking in the nectar of her cum. Raising my face the hers our mouths met, sharing the bounty I’d harvested from her womanhood.

An orgasm is surely one of nature’s greatest gifts, a true natural high. For me, to witness and share Camille’s most vulnerable and ecstatic moments was a true privilege. In this short moment we were truly lovers lying naked together. I just gazed at her body for some time watching her breasts slowly rise and fall as her breathing return to normal. My hand caressed her tummy and explored the smooth folds of flesh between her thighs, still wet with her recent passion. I look down at her, she smiled and whispered, “missionary or cowgirl?” Clearly Camille was not done with me yet!

Evidently Camille’s pussy required less recovery time than my cock, so I suggested “cunnilingus?” A naughty “Ooo goodie” smile appeared on her face as she shifted back on the bed. Propping herself up on a pile of pillows Camille found a position that would give her a ring-side view of what I was about to do to her. She then brought the soles of her feet together and dropped her knees sideways onto the bed. To my delight, as her thighs separated, Camille’s labial lips peeled open causing her pussy to bloom like a budding flower, revealing to my gaze its most intimate secrets. This demanded my immediate and undivided attention.

Well, I thought, once more into the breach!

Visit Camille’s Portfolio

The post An Elite Encounter appeared first on Elite Courtesans.

I get asked by almost every date I have with Elite, “Why did you decide to become an Escort?”, and it is really quite simple. I have always been a very sexual person; I love the flirty glances across a bar, I love the simple, teasing touches and meaningful looks, the darkening of someone’s eyes as they get more and more turned on, and of course learning someone’s body, inch by slow inch.

The opportunity to work as an escort, and meet fantastic new people to share my sexual experiences with? Errm yes please! I also adore to please, helping someone fulfil their own fantasies, perhaps ones they didn’t know they had until I introduced the idea! It really is rewarding to me in so many different ways.

An example of what I can help introduce to my wonderful dates… I can immediately think of a couple of naughty nights in! I had a date with a gorgeous gent who gave me some of the best sex of my life, starting with a deep tender kiss, and then passionately stripping each-other down before teasing every inch of each-other with both touch and taste. After exhausting each-other physically (maybe another blog…), we started talking, and he mentioned that he had always wished he could have a threesome with 2 beautiful women, he had never had the opportunity before. Of course I was more than happy to tell him that this was the perfect chance to fulfil that wish! His face when I said this was possible was just priceless in the best possible way – talk about being happy, and that is the ultimate goal for me with any date!

A different occasion I was on a lovely date with a gent who had only ever had ‘vanilla’ sex (sex which doesn’t involve elements of kink or BDSM as example), and was interested in trying something new without fear of being judged. After talking through what he was curious to try, I was more than happy to slowly tie him up, gently put a blindfold over his gorgeous blue eyes, and slowly introduce him to the pleasures of first a tickler, then vibrations, light flogging and spanking, and the deep throaty moans of pleasure that he was making turned me on just as much as him doing anything to me! After a while of being teased and gently tortured, I slowly lifted the blindfold off of his face, just so he could see the sight of me slowly lowering myself onto his big, hard cock. I slowly rode us both to ecstasy and he told me that he had experienced one of the biggest orgasms of his life. His face lit up even more so afterwards at the sight of his rosy red bum in the mirror, and he said he loved that he would still be able to feel me for days…

Being an escort is something which some people view as dirty and for women who can’t do anything else. The truth couldn’t be further from this! Being an escort is about being able to give someone an amazing experience, fantastic company, and a breath of fresh air from the dull, normal world we can live in.

My advice – make a booking with one of the stunning and sexy Elite companions, and watch your fantasies come to life!

The post Why Escorting Is For Me appeared first on Elite Courtesans.

I have always lived to work and not worked to live – there is a huge difference. Likewise, I have always had a huge sexual appetite and enjoyed sex just as much as a guy. So for those two reasons becoming an escort was a no brainer; I love to work and I love sex: simple.

It is the perfect combination, for one night only we act out a fantasy, a desire, we become a companion, a girlfriend experience or to lower the tone a fuck buddy. A client gets exactly what he desires and we are fulfilled along the way. Every evening different, every date as exciting as the next.

One most memorable date for me was with a Mr N, it was his first time with elite but not his first encounter with an escort in Leeds. My drive to the date was fairly short, it was a warm evening, I took my time and arrived at the beautiful rural hotel a little early, therefore i used the spare few minutes to adjust my hold ups and add a little lipstick. I walked into the hotel, immediately noticing the beautiful chandelier, I’ve always liked sparkly items and then headed over to the lift, as I’m waiting for it to reach my floor i notice in the mirror that my lacy black bra is peeping over my cream silk cami top, I adjust and leave the lift to walk along the long corridor.

The knock on the door is the most exhilarating part of a date; who’s behind the door, its such anticipation, a total rush.

Mr N opens the door and I am immediately welcomed by his huge friendly smile and chatty personality, i feel like we have met before, we haven’t but it feels like it. He has champagne on ice but asks if i would like to have a drink in the bar, so we saunter back along the corridor and into the lowly lit cosy bar. We find a comfy place in the corner and get to know each other, the wine is cold and it is going down a treat. We are a little tipsy which is fun and the flirting begins, the gentle touches and strokes. He whispers into my ear that he wishes to massage me which I’m very happy to hear. He strokes my inner thigh, nobody can see which makes it even more arousing. He looks at me, i know that look, he’s ready to go back to his suite, so we head back up.

Back in the room he pops the cork on the champagne and puts on a little music, I head into the bathroom and as requested emerge in just my underwear and robe. He hands me a glass of champagne and asks me to lay on the white fluffy towel he has laid out on the sumptuous bed. He gently starts to massage my shoulders and back, he’s good, a natural, then he moves onto my lower back and tops of my thighs, his fingers slip under my lace panties and gently brush past my increasingly wet pussy. He turns me over and kisses me through my underwear, he looks up I’m willing him to carry on, he does, he pulls my underwear to the side and licks my clit, his fingers are oily from the massage and he runs his hand up my body over my breasts, he lifts me up pulling off my thong. I wrap my legs around his head as he thrusts his tongue deep inside me. I’m loving it and he’s enjoying making me groan, he tells me its all about my pleasure and that he wants to make me happy. I relax back into the moment and before I know it I am having the best orgasm ever, my legs are shaking and him eating me up even more, I come, and he stops and is smiling, he tells me to relax and passes me my glass of champagne.

He lays down beside me, now its his turn, he’s still half dressed but there is no mistaking his huge hard penis pressing against his smart trousers, i unzip him and he pops straight out, he’s commando. I lick and tease the end of his cock, leaving him wanting more. I pull off his trousers and take him all in my mouth, slowly then faster then slowly again, getting him to the point of coming then stopping, i ask him if he’s ready for me and he says yes, I straddle him but the other way around, reverse cowgirl so he has the view of my juicy ass bouncing up and down on him, i slide in his cock, it feels amazing and i start to ride him, my ass is bouncing and he’s holding onto it, he has a firm grip so can control the speed we are fucking, I am facing a mirror and see my reflection, my breasts bouncing up and down, his cock sliding in and out, he starts to get faster and harder, he’s about to come and he lets out a huge groan and stops me holding me down on his cock, he’s come hard. We both collapse back onto the bed and lay there taking it all in. Its been a wonderful evening, another perfect date.

We finish the evening by sharing a deep filled bath, bubbles overflowing, laughing and sharing stories of naughty encounters but its soon time to leave, i dress and kiss Mr N on the lips, we both agree it was a fun night and hope to cross paths again, another time, another city another life…

For one night only x

The post For One Night Only appeared first on Elite Courtesans.

I was quite surprised how evocative the experience was, that is why I am writing this, I have had a rather varied and undulating sex life since going into recovery and getting divorced some 7 years ago, please bear with me as this is very relevant.

The point of this piece isn’t about recovery, what emerged from that process was a very different man, one that rapidly became a company owning single father of three boys, a responsible man, one with other priorities, I found it hard to have a social or sex life and there was little time for enjoyment, I missed that and I missed sex. I headed towards a more karmic and spiritual path.

I travel a lot with work and was in Birmingham a week ago, alone in my hotel I went to Google to look for an escort, the sites looked cheap, the photos unconvincing but the rates were good, after finding and booking a girl, she arrived an hour and a half late, it wasn’t who or what I had hoped for, too impersonal, too rushed. Not a reflection on the lady herself who no doubt has many life pressures, but a reflection on the agency management.

Due in Liverpool later in the week I felt frustrated and needing something different. I changed my search criteria to Courtesan, (conjuring an arousing image of a classy and sexy companion, who would satisfy my desires) Elite came straight up and looking at the available women felt immediately optimistic.

On my spiritual path I found my way into the world of mindfulness, self-awareness and self-liberation, I went on tantra and mens workshops, I learned a lot, it all taught me to embrace sex and changed my approach with women. When I read the before you book section, I liked what I read; it suggested a level of professionalism based on mutual respect which appealed to me very much.

The booking process was simple, the night soon arrived with me feeling first time nerves. My phone rang, I had arranged to meet the amazing Kate outside the hotel, I felt I wanted to have a drink in the bar first, tea of course. Kate was simply effervescent, I saw stockings and asked to move upstairs.

What followed I can only describe as pure sexual chemistry, I felt her energy at once, it was truly a wonderful and enjoyable experience and once again, I got exactly what I paid for.

(In memoriam of Robert. Rest in Peace our dear Friend)

The post A Client of Kate Writes… appeared first on Elite Courtesans.

It’s mid-morning, I’ve just finished training my third client of the day at the gym and my phone summons my attention with it’s familiar tone. Can you make it into London this evening for 8pm? Short and sweet. My mouth forms into a knowing smile. I answer with an immediate; ‘YES!’. In an instant my day just got a lot more exciting. There a few more clients to train in the afternoon but the distraction of the evening’s antics keep piercing my mind. I’m willing the hours to pass until it’s time to get ready. Once home, I do my pre-date administration of checking the venue location, decide which train I’ll take, plan something to eat before I leave, and work out what time I need to leave home so that I’m not late for my clandestine date.

The hours thankfully pass and it’s time to preen and pamper for my date.  The act of getting ready is not a chore, it’s a delight. I pour myself a glass of chilled champagne and put on some music then slowly flick through the array of dresses hanging in my wardrobe. I feel like wearing red tonight… bold, confident and sensual.  What lingerie to wear? Instinctively my hands pluck the beautiful designed gold bra, panties and suspenders off my shelf.

As I shower I imagine that my mystery date will be caressing this very body very soon.  It’s been a few nights since I’ve been ‘out’ so just the thought of it brings another smile, this time more naughty.  I want to be touched and teased. I want him to do things that make me gasp and my fists clench. And of course when it’s time I want to pleasure him until I hear uncontrollable murmurs escaping his lips. Thank goodness no one can read my mind.

Feeling fresh I drape myself in my robe and head to hair and makeup to get ready all whilst sipping champagne and singing badly to my music.  Makeup, hair, jewellery, perfume all done. Once I’m ready I take one last look in the mirror… I hope he likes what he sees and I hope he likes me.  Time will soon tell.

As my train glides out of the station my stomach flutters, not with nerves but excitement.  Wearing stockings and suspenders always makes me feel sexy and the anticipation of the evening is building intensely.  A guy looks at me on the train with that kind of smile, I look away. Sorry, there’s only one man for me tonight and that’s Mr T.  

I arrive at the hotel and saunter in as if I own the place.  People glance my way and the professional staff smile. I’m titillated by the fact no one knows what I’m doing here, I feel like I’m on a sexy top secret mission. I subtly locate the lifts and select the button for the top floor.  I strut down the corridor, by now I’m so ready and willing to play. I softly knock the door… It opens, he smiles a genuine bright smile and so do I.

And so our tantalising evening begins….

Kisses
Yasmin xx

Want to learn more about the delicious and delightful Yasmin? Visit her page here.

The post The Prequel To Our Date appeared first on Elite Courtesans.

I work in the social field anyway and have been trained to work with vulnerable people, from addicts to offenders, to sex workers , however, escorting never really crossed my mind  when I was looking for solutions for my difficulties. Until one night in January, after reaching a desperate point with expenses and debt, a thought floated in my mind: ‘’ how about escorting?’’. Light bulb moment. Elite Courtesans website was what impressed me most, it looked professional, well maintained and serious. The immediate vibe I got from it was that you were in good hands, both as an Elite representative and as a client. So I contacted them, and my wonderful journey started.

Lisa was very informative and reassuring, she was professional and knowledgeable when I met her for our interview.  But nothing prepares you for your first client.

Many months passed and many lessons were learnt, through various experiences with men of all walks of life (but also, from fellow Elite ladies). I have put together a little list of lessons that my clients have taught me, maybe there is something here that can be useful at times. Discard what doesn’t work . I will not be offended.

Lessons from clients were:

Men that contact us share one common characteristic: they suffer from loneliness and lack of meaningful connection with a significant other. Yes, some may have children with whom they share wonderful times, but yet, as men, they feel disconnected, sometimes underappreciated by their spouse if they have one. So when they meet us, at some point through the relationship, it would be good to focus on what experience do we offer them, aside from sex? Does this man feel better after interacting with me? Does he feel listened to? Are you displaying curiosity about him, are you inviting conversations or do you make it all about you? Yes, they will want to discover you, they will be curious about your origin , your life outside Elite etc, but ultimately, this experience that they generously pay for is for them to enjoy, for them to feel special and for them to want more of. This doesn’t mean that you should be very submissive and secretive, or act as a robot. It means work your charms to return the conversation to the client, remain slightly mysterious, leave them guessing. Elicit from them neutral topics like travel, sports, arts, etc  and definitely don’t invade a client’s private life if he is showing signs that he would rather not go there. We are entertainers indirectly (we don’t bring monkeys and create a small circus for the clients), but we are there to make the client feel special. A clever anecdote, a good joke, some trivia, some sports knowledge here and there, help to create a fun date.

If you have a job, you will prepare for it, everyday. You don’t just turn up (ok, there will be some days when you just turn up and hope for the best), but escorting is not one of those jobs. Yes, you prepare for a date physically. Yes, you wear your best clothes and your sexiest lingerie, prepare your instruments, but do you do your emotional preparation, too? How do you set your mood for the date? If you had a bad day at your day job, if you found out some bad news an hour before your date, what do you? How do you manage that? Working in a social care field has helped me here, but having some mental preparation is what works all the time. I usually like to be alone when I get ready for my date, no partner, no animal, no kid, no phone calls for an hour. In that time, I visualise myself and my date in a bubble that is impermeable, nothing can impact the two hours that we have together. If time allows, I may even meditate or sit quietly for 10 minutes, listening to some guided meditation videos on how to calm your mind. When I drive to a client, I allow 10 minutes of the journey to be spent on me thinking of the pressing bad news or the stressful day, but when the 10 minutes are up, I turn the music on and wear the good mood like you would wear a coat. You have to put it on. Clients don’t want negative, grumpy, pensive, dissociative dates. Seriously. We must protect our clients from our problems, they are not theirs to know. Also, some older clients who may automatically slip into the parenting role (ask me about Eric Berne’s Transactional Analysis if you need more info), will be curious and want to rescue us or advise us or jump to solutions, but remember, if you already shared part of that with your client , simply thank him for his advice and quickly tip toe out of that conversation.

This is a difficult one to juggle, especially if a client becomes a regular and conversations become less formal , boundaries blur. Some clients who have lost their carer role (for example, their kids left home, partner died, client is retired), will want to be useful, will want to help you, will want to offer a solution and temporarily gain that rescuer role,  but there is always a price to pay. In my view, in their eyes, we should always remain slightly mysterious, like a puzzle you’re not bored of after knowing all its pieces.

There is no loyalty in this game. Sorry ladies. There really isn’t. No matter what your dates tell you, no matter what they promise you, you will be replaced. It’s part of the game. It is here that you need to have a very strong sense of self. It’s not because of you. It’s nothing to do with your humanely imperfections. No matter who you are, the client has no obligation to be exclusive. Men are curious about what’s on the market. They will want to try all the flavours of the ice cream in the display. And why not? Wouldn’t you? When they promise you they will book you again and again, smile and remember that it’s unwise to expect that. But smile anyway. If they do book you again and again, that’s fantastic. If they don’t and you have taken their words for it, you’ll have made a beautiful cocktail with the following ingredients: jealousy  and possessiveness, disappointment and bitterness, and … self doubt. Yuck!! All that could be avoided if you keep your mind clear and you remember the rules of the game. Take it all with a pinch of salt. And smile.

There will be new girls who become flavour of the month. They will be praised and praised.  They will have excellent availability and a more urgent need for cash. So inevitably, they will prioritise dates, far or close. Which means their names will be mentioned  and they will appear to be promoted more. Don’t worry. You haven’t been forgotten . Some men prefer blondes. Some don’t. Some like big boobs. Some like big bums. Some like long hair, some don’t.  Some people can only afford this a few times a year. Some periods can be busy and some can be super quiet. Don’t assume it’s something you’re not doing right. Don’t let your mind play tricks on you.  It’s important to re-calibrate your thoughts and remain anchored in your context. Remind yourself why you chose this path, ask yourself if you can handle it and what are your weaknesses. Is it competitiveness? Is it a feeling of inadequacy? Do you feel you’re good enough?

Your sense of self should not depend on your bookings and always remember, clients are men. They are clients not partners. That says it all. And… they are men. Men with money who want to try all the flavours and experience all there is to experience. It is not about you, here. It’s the game .

When you’re off for whatever reasons, stay off. Stay off the  twitter, stay off the spying. You have the responsibility to rest. To meet your friends. To nurture other relationships in your life. Read the books (not only the ones from the clients, but the ones you choose), have fun, travel. Your presence in the industry is not eternal. One day, your circumstances will change. Maybe your relationship status will be in conflict with your path, maybe you’ll relocate abroad, maybe you’ll simply want to try something else, or maybe you’ll be fed up. Maybe your health won’t allow you to do this. Maybe you’ll win the lottery (we need a back up plan for this, though). Like everything in life, it’s a temporary stage. Make the most of it and enjoy the game. Know the rules.

Yasmin x

The post Yasmin’s Do’s & Don’ts of Escorting appeared first on Elite Courtesans.

The post The Client, the Wench and the Wardrobe appeared first on Elite Courtesans.