Although I work with a highly regarded London escort agency, I very much consider myself to be in business for myself and to operate as a freelance companion. By that I mean I am not simply dispatched on command or treat...
I often get asked, as one of the escorts working in London these days, who my “typical” client is. People seem to imagine there’s a standard template: a certain age, a certain income bracket, maybe a certain profes...
I read an article recently claiming that most men expect jewellery back after a break‑up.
That idea infuriates me. My jewellery belongs unequivocally to me. Every piece I own has been paid for with the money I’ve ear...
There was a story in the news recently about how many women keep bank accounts completely secret from their husbands or partners. According to the report, many of them see this money as either a safety net in case things...
“Are your outings different in winter than they are in summer?” a friend asked me recently over coffee, her eyes bright with that mixture of curiosity and mild mischief she always seems to have. She works for an even...
Brr… the nights are fair drawing in, and the weather is getting colder, as my gran always liked to say. There’s that familiar chill in the air when I step outside in the evening, the kind that makes you tuck your han...
I have my regulars — a small, carefully curated circle of men who know my name, my look, and my moves by heart. They’re the ones who book me weeks in advance, who know which perfume I wear on a Thursday and which sha...
“Are you busy at Christmas, or do escorts take a break at this time of year?” my hairdresser asked me the other day.
She tried to sound casual, but I could see the curiosity in her eyes reflected in the mirror. She w...
Clients come in all shapes, sizes, and wants, as all incall and outcall escorts know. Some evenings are straightforward and familiar, like slipping into a favourite little black dress. Other times, a booking turns up tha...
I love the summer, that’s for sure, and this one was particularly good — long evenings, warm pavements, and the kind of heat that makes the city feel almost lazy. But the winter holds its own special charm, and in my...
