After my husband of 35 years passed away, it felt like I had died with him.
After spending two years on my own, I felt very alone and wanted to meet someone as my husband had said he didn't want me to be lonely if he passed away before me.
At 57 I could hardly throw on my stilettos and mini skirt, and go drinking in bars and clubs so I joined an online dating agency only to find a mass of raging horny men who were either passed it, destitute or just plain weird trying to take advantage of lonely hearts.
Then one day whilst out with having drinks, a friend recommended select escorts to me. I thought it was a ridiculous idea at first to hire companionship. I didn’t think much about it until a month or so later when the same group of friends at the pub invited me to London to see a show and do some shopping for a long weekend.
The friend who had recommended select escorts to me, was doing her own thing and had a separate engagement for the first evening instead of the theatre. She didn’t exactly say what she was doing but made it quite clear she had other arrangements.
That evening our group of golden girls as we prefer to call ourselves all congregated in the hotel reception waiting for our taxi to whisk us off to the restaurant and then onto Drury lane to see ‘les miserable’.
We were all brimming as we looked at each others outfits all hoping we’d successfully outdone the next in the wardrobe department, when all of a sudden the most beautiful specimen of a man finely dressed walked into the reception.
The entire group of weekenders all dropped their jaws and started to blush feeling a little embarrassed hoping that no-one had seen the glint in their eyes, as most of them were married.
All of a sudden our other friend seemed to appear from out of thin air as I was transfixed on the man with curiosity to know who this man was and where he was going.
She walked confidently towards to man and spoke to him on first name terms. He spoke in a gentle voice to gesture her and then the both of them strolled towards the lifts.
The penny dropped he was a select escort; I was gob smacked and envious as hell. All that evening I could not concentrate on anything else my mind was running overtime imagining what they could be getting up to.
The following morning at breakfast before our shopping trip our friend was in the restaurant smiling like a Cheshire cat I could see from her glow she definitely got the cream last night.
A few of the girls made sly remarks but I could tell they like me were plain jealous.
To have a young fit stallion whose job it is to please women with their every desire is the ultimate power trip for any middle aged woman. During the return trip back to the midlands, my friend took me aside pretending to show me the buffett carriage and recommended that I join select and take advantage of a good thing.
Since joining select six months ago I treat myself to a weekend away once a month to see a ‘friend’, and always return brimming from ear to ear like a cheshire cat.
Meow. Mrs Robinson
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Sunday, 5 October 2008
Saturday, 4 October 2008
We pay for male escort sex
WHEN it comes to having fun in the bedroom, some women shell out for a good time.
And they don’t care if getting jiggy with a gigolo costs a three-figure sum.
Here we meet the girls who reckon it’s okay to pay for the man on their arm.
THE PARTY GIRL
Libby, 21, is a model from Glasgow
I met Daniel while out clubbing and immediately felt a flutter of attraction.
Then out of the blue he confided what his job was.
“I’m an escort,” he said. “I show girls who want no-strings sex a good time.”
After a stream of terrible relationships, I knew Daniel could be the answer to my prayers.
Soon, we were kissing in a back room of the club.
Later, in his bedroom, we became a tangled mess.
Daniel didn’t skip on the starters and rush straight to the main course, he spent hours making sure I was enjoying myself.
‘ Escorts are an expensive habit, but not one I’d go cold turkey for ’
That first evening was for free, but after a few days, I booked him for another night.
After arranging to meet, and agreeing a price for an evening’s entertainment and extras, I put on my sexiest dress and prepared for another amazing time.
Paying for a VIP table in a London nightclub, I put the champagne on ice.
That night, as Daniel gave me the time of my life, I paid him £250.
It’s strange to think of him with other girls now I’ve been sleeping with him for a few months.
I’d never date an escort, but if Daniel left his job, I’d definitely consider a relationship.
I see him at least once a month, sometimes more.
Escorts are an expensive habit, but not one I’d go cold turkey for.
THE SINGLE MUM
Jane Weiss, 22, is from Birmingham
As I knocked on the hotel room door, my heart fluttered nervously.
“You’re right on time,” the tall, dark, handsome man grinned, as he stepped aside to let me in.
This was the first time I’d ever used a male escort and I was nervous.
I’d had a baby, Laura, six months ago, but I’d broken up with her father while I was pregnant.
The physical side of a relationship was always important to me and now I felt ready to start having sex again.
But I didn’t want a relationship – I was devoted to my daughter and my job in promotions.
One-night stands didn’t appeal, either.
I didn’t want to bring a strange man back to my house now I had a baby.
And going to a stranger’s house was just as dangerous.
Looking on a escort listings website, I was amazed at all the different ads.
Eventually, I chose Steve, who was in his late twenties.
We exchanged a few emails, in which I described what sort of things I liked in the bedroom.
I paid the £300 in advance - so I didn’t have to talk money on the night.
‘ I don’t regret paying for sex and I’d always recommend it over a one-night stand ’
Despite my nerves, as soon as I met Steve, he put me at my ease.
When I felt comfortable, I leaned in for a kiss and then we had sex.
It was great to have all of the attention focused on me.
The sex was great, but part of me felt unsatisfied.
I think I was looking for the emotional connection that comes with having sex with a boyfriend.
What I need now is a proper relationship, so I’ll just have to wait to find the right man.
I don’t regret paying for sex and I’d always recommend it over a one-night stand.
It’s healthier, safer and guarantees a good time.
THE NO SEX GIRL
Ann Swailes, 28, is from Doncaster, South Yorkshire
Stirring my ready-meal for one, I stared listlessly at the TV.
Since breaking up with my boyfriend a few months ago, I’d spent countless Saturday nights alone.
After a string of pointless dates, I grew tired of the dating game - but being alone was bugging me too.
When my aunt suggested a male escort for company, I laughed out loud.
But she was serious.
“I’ve used them for years,” she said. “They’re good company, with no-strings attached.”
‘ Until I find my dream man, I’m happy to kiss a few gorgeous guys along the way ’
My aunt had split with her husband a few years ago, and enjoyed taking escorts for an innocent dinner and chatting to them over a glass of wine.
Spurred on by the thought of another night on my own, I called the agency she’d used.
It would be £100 for the night and I’d have to cover any costs.
I arranged to meet Adam at a Chinese restaurant in town.
On the night, when I saw him standing outside, my heart fluttered with excitement.
Other girls checked out the gorgeous tall and muscly guy on my arm.
As the wine flowed, Adam told me he was a lifeguard and worked as an escort part-time.
He was a real gent, but when the meal was over, I picked up the cheque.
As we left, he offered to come back to mine.
But I wanted his company, not his body.
“I think I’ll leave it there,” I said.
At £100 a night, it made a dent in my salary as a care worker, but I had money from some modelling work I’d done.
Until I find my dream man, I’m happy to kiss a few gorgeous guys along the way.
To find out how you can hire a hunk go to www.selectescortsuk.com
Source: The Sun 28th Jul 2008
And they don’t care if getting jiggy with a gigolo costs a three-figure sum.
Here we meet the girls who reckon it’s okay to pay for the man on their arm.
THE PARTY GIRL
Libby, 21, is a model from Glasgow
I met Daniel while out clubbing and immediately felt a flutter of attraction.
Then out of the blue he confided what his job was.
“I’m an escort,” he said. “I show girls who want no-strings sex a good time.”
After a stream of terrible relationships, I knew Daniel could be the answer to my prayers.
Soon, we were kissing in a back room of the club.
Later, in his bedroom, we became a tangled mess.
Daniel didn’t skip on the starters and rush straight to the main course, he spent hours making sure I was enjoying myself.
‘ Escorts are an expensive habit, but not one I’d go cold turkey for ’
That first evening was for free, but after a few days, I booked him for another night.
After arranging to meet, and agreeing a price for an evening’s entertainment and extras, I put on my sexiest dress and prepared for another amazing time.
Paying for a VIP table in a London nightclub, I put the champagne on ice.
That night, as Daniel gave me the time of my life, I paid him £250.
It’s strange to think of him with other girls now I’ve been sleeping with him for a few months.
I’d never date an escort, but if Daniel left his job, I’d definitely consider a relationship.
I see him at least once a month, sometimes more.
Escorts are an expensive habit, but not one I’d go cold turkey for.
THE SINGLE MUM
Jane Weiss, 22, is from Birmingham
As I knocked on the hotel room door, my heart fluttered nervously.
“You’re right on time,” the tall, dark, handsome man grinned, as he stepped aside to let me in.
This was the first time I’d ever used a male escort and I was nervous.
I’d had a baby, Laura, six months ago, but I’d broken up with her father while I was pregnant.
The physical side of a relationship was always important to me and now I felt ready to start having sex again.
But I didn’t want a relationship – I was devoted to my daughter and my job in promotions.
One-night stands didn’t appeal, either.
I didn’t want to bring a strange man back to my house now I had a baby.
And going to a stranger’s house was just as dangerous.
Looking on a escort listings website, I was amazed at all the different ads.
Eventually, I chose Steve, who was in his late twenties.
We exchanged a few emails, in which I described what sort of things I liked in the bedroom.
I paid the £300 in advance - so I didn’t have to talk money on the night.
‘ I don’t regret paying for sex and I’d always recommend it over a one-night stand ’
Despite my nerves, as soon as I met Steve, he put me at my ease.
When I felt comfortable, I leaned in for a kiss and then we had sex.
It was great to have all of the attention focused on me.
The sex was great, but part of me felt unsatisfied.
I think I was looking for the emotional connection that comes with having sex with a boyfriend.
What I need now is a proper relationship, so I’ll just have to wait to find the right man.
I don’t regret paying for sex and I’d always recommend it over a one-night stand.
It’s healthier, safer and guarantees a good time.
THE NO SEX GIRL
Ann Swailes, 28, is from Doncaster, South Yorkshire
Stirring my ready-meal for one, I stared listlessly at the TV.
Since breaking up with my boyfriend a few months ago, I’d spent countless Saturday nights alone.
After a string of pointless dates, I grew tired of the dating game - but being alone was bugging me too.
When my aunt suggested a male escort for company, I laughed out loud.
But she was serious.
“I’ve used them for years,” she said. “They’re good company, with no-strings attached.”
‘ Until I find my dream man, I’m happy to kiss a few gorgeous guys along the way ’
My aunt had split with her husband a few years ago, and enjoyed taking escorts for an innocent dinner and chatting to them over a glass of wine.
Spurred on by the thought of another night on my own, I called the agency she’d used.
It would be £100 for the night and I’d have to cover any costs.
I arranged to meet Adam at a Chinese restaurant in town.
On the night, when I saw him standing outside, my heart fluttered with excitement.
Other girls checked out the gorgeous tall and muscly guy on my arm.
As the wine flowed, Adam told me he was a lifeguard and worked as an escort part-time.
He was a real gent, but when the meal was over, I picked up the cheque.
As we left, he offered to come back to mine.
But I wanted his company, not his body.
“I think I’ll leave it there,” I said.
At £100 a night, it made a dent in my salary as a care worker, but I had money from some modelling work I’d done.
Until I find my dream man, I’m happy to kiss a few gorgeous guys along the way.
To find out how you can hire a hunk go to www.selectescortsuk.com
Source: The Sun 28th Jul 2008
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