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Massage women Brussels Belgium

Massage Women Brussels Belgium

Massage women Brussels

A Massage for women Brussels can be the ideal way to get rid of all tensions and frustrations from your busy working day. Stress slips away, as you only have to think about yourself and enjoy, while retrieving your inner balance. Massage women Brussels Basically, massages are not of an erotic nature. Unless you prefer this sensual variant in order to give you sexual energy a new boost, to eliminate negative emotions, or simply… to enjoy even more. Massage for women Brussels

Tell me If you like that is use oil or a cream to have a massage for women in Brussels.

A Warm Shower Before is a Great Idea for a massage for women

“The relaxation effect of a warm shower on both the mind and the muscles will help you be less tense during the session, which will benefit you. Massage women Brussels

Be Strategic About Timing for a massage for women
Massage women Brussels.While there’s no perfect hour to schedule a massage, you still probably want to consider the timing of your appointment. To do this, think about what makes sense for you and your schedule.

Avoid Eating Right Before a massage for women in Brussels
Generally, a full meal right before you hit the spa is a no-go, as massage certainly stimulates digestion. “I would suggest eating lightly right before a massage, and having a meal a few hours prior,


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A room with a view. Straight male escort Bruges

Gigolo Vince in Brugge

Straight male escort Bruges

With a Straight male escort Bruges? It was the very first time in her life she did something as scandalous as this. She only realized the full impact of her decision at the moment when she stepped out of the taxi near the picturesque Minnewater in Bruges. Her meeting in Brussels was over. Business was done for this week, as today was Saturday, a day for exclusive fun, she had imagined herself when she had dialed the phonenumber of the man who called himself Vince. She had found him through a Google-search on ‘male escort Belgium’. Of course she hesitated when she realized that he was thirty-four and she had just turned fifty… But he sounded so friendly and extravert that she decided to go through with it. “Age was not an issue at all”, he assured her. On the contrary, as he valued life experience and wisdom highly. 

So there she was, in her hotel that she had booked for this special night prolonging her business trip to Belgium. She could already have been back in Britain at this moment, continuing her average life in her average house with her average suitors who never seemed to understand that a traditional relationship was not what she was looking for. But now she was here, in the ‘room with a view’ she had asked the receptionist of the Egmont Hotel for.

And she was painfully aware of the fact that there were only three and a half hour separating the present from the moment when she would meet her male escort Vince4ladies.

Although her colleagues always told her that she was fairly efficient, she managed to linger so long on her choice of clothing that she still had to hurry to the lobby at seven o’clock. She had preferred to be the first at this remarkable rendez-vous, so that she could have sat there to see him arrive. But it was seven pm sharp. And he would not have been a high-class gigolo if he were not punctual. And he was. She immediately recognized him from the photographs on his website and she did not find it hard to imagine that he had once worked as a professional model.

“Hello Anne, I am Vince. How are you?” He kissed her on the cheek as he stood up to greet her. She was overwhelmed by his subtle and yet intense perfume that convinced her of the reality of this moment.

“I’m fine, thank you”, Anne replied. “I’m sorry I’m late”.

“You’re not late. I was early and eager to meet you”. The look in his grey-blue eyes was undeniably sensitive and seductive like she had never seen in a man before.

“Do you have any preference as for the restaurant where you would like to have dinner?”

Anne realized that she had forgotten all about dinner in the past few seconds.

“Euh, no, not really. I must admit is the first time that I am in Bruges, so I am not acquainted with the culinary traditions in this city”.

“OK, no problem, I saw a nice restaurant on my way here. Maybe we could try that?”

“Yes, that would be great”, Anne said, relieved as she was to be able to have herself guided by this special man of whom she could hardly believe that he really was a gigolo. Vince possessed the rare gift to make this situation feel so natural that he and she could have been real lovers.

The restaurant was trendy and stylish with jazzy music on the background. Anne felt proud to be sitting here in the company of this handsome guy to whom she told far more about her personal life than she had planned to. But her listener had such a great capacity of emotional experience that she felt as if he understood everything she told him. Of course she realized that as a male escort he must have been used to having conversations about intimate matters, but still she found her open-heartedness in the company of this stranger highly unusual.

After dessert she felt a little uncomfortable as she found herself faced with the question how this evening would be proceeded. Not that she didn’t know what she wanted… From the very first glance she had felt that this man moved her in such a way that she could not help wondering what it would be like to spend the night with him. That was between his first ‘hello’ and her apology for being late.

With her usual reserve, she had asked him for a ‘meet & greet’ as it was called on his website. But now she thought it would be a shame to leave it at this. Tomorrow evening she would be back in London, feeling sorry about what could have happened…

“Did you enjoy your dessert?” he asked her.

“Oh yes, I did. This whole dinner was really delicious”, Anne answered.

“Would you like to have a coffee?”

“Yes, that would be nice”.

“Would you like it here or in some cosy tea-room maybe?”

“The coffee in the hotel lobby was quite good actually”, Anne ventured to say.

“Yes, you’re right. I had a cappuccino when I was waiting for you, and I must agree with you that it was nice and strong”.

Five minutes later she left the restaurant at the side of her professional male companion.

She did not want him to leave. Not now. Not today. Not when the pousse-café had finally given her the courage to ask him to stay.

“Do you already have plans for tonight?” she asked him.

“No, I don’t. I will just go home or keep you company a little longer if you prefer”. He said it with his usual diplomacy and with the serious look in his eyes, seemingly unaware of the effect his look had on her.

“That seems like a good idea to me”, she spoke hastily.

“I’m glad you like my company”, he said with a gentle smile.

“How could I not like it?” Anne asked with a sparkle in her eyes. She suddenly found herself bold and straightforward, but in one way or another she had the feeling that he would not judge her negatively for this.

And so he entered her gardenview room at 10.40 pm on this Saturday evening in Bruges.

“Fancy room, you have a good taste”, he said on a friendly tone.

“Thank you”.

When he helped her out of her coat she felt a gentle stroke on her wrists as she pulled her arms out of the sleeves. She curled her fingers to feel his warm hands that answered her overture.

“You’re more courteous than the British, do you realize that?” she said.

“Do you think so? Thanks for the compliment”, Vince answered.

“I mean it. And you have the ability to combine it with a sensual warm-blooded nature that is very rare where I come from”.

She put her hands on his shoulders and touched the back of his neck with her right hand.

“Maybe you can ask your employer to send you to Flanders more often”, he said before she felt his lips on her longing mouth.

She got entirely swept away in his embrace that made her forget about where she was and what she was doing here. This felt like a movie scene in which everything happened exactly the way it should.

“I feel a bit warm. Do you mind if I have a quick shower?” she asked him.

“No, of course I don’t. Maybe I can join you?” he said with a provocative sparkle in his eyes.

“Great idea”, she answered before she unbuttoned his shirt and led him to the luxurious bathroom where they undressed each other to experience the sensation of hot water on their naked skin. At that very instant she already knew that she would never forget the smell of the soap she rubbed on his solid chest and the feeling of his hands on her tingling body.

After this divine shower ritual she was moved by the devotion in his gestures when he dried her wet skin with a large white towel. With the hotel towel wrapped around her, two strong arms suddenly lifted her and carried her to the bed.

“Don’t go…”, she wispered when he turned around and went back to the bathroom.

He smiled over her impatience when he came back with a bottle of sweet-smelling massage oil. With visible delight she stretched her body on the bed and surrendered to his professional caressing hands. Saturday became Sunday as the massage smoothly transformed into a scene of intimacy. First gentle and tender, but as the night proceeded, more passionate and wild, in a way she had never lived it before in the fifty years she was alive. And alive she felt, more than ever, when she woke up after less than two hours of sleep.

“Is it true that you can travel to Britain cheap and fast?” she asked him when he opened his eyes in the morning. 

“Absolutely”, her international gigolo smiled before pulling her to his side in a sensual morning embrace… 

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Gigolo Amsterdam Erotic Story

Gigolo Amsterdam straight male escort Netherlands

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“Would you like my company?” Your voice is low and inviting. Gigolo Amsterdam straight Male Escort Netherlands

My body screams the answer, but my mind wrestles with my reservations, my conscience, my fear. Despite our remote conversations over the last few weeks, I have only just met this man, he is still a stranger to me.

And yet, though he has not even touched me, I am drawn to him … suddenly ready to go wherever he wishes to take me and explore all that is hidden inside me. Am I willing to come to this point and walk away? To deny the longing inside me and return to being disregarded, hiding my loneliness, caging and silencing these unfulfilled desires … desires I’ve shared so easily with this man now seated across from me? Gigolo Amsterdam straight Male Escort Netherlands

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I finally look up. I do not have to say anything; the answer is burning in my eyes. You smile. “Good.”

We make our way to your car, exchanging seductive glances as you open my door and I start to climb inside. But you suddenly bring me into your arms, your mouth upon mine in a kiss we’ve both been aching for all evening. I relax in your embrace and return the kiss with vigor. We break, breathless. “Get in the car.” I laugh and happily do as I’m told.

But once we are alone in the car and pull away from the restaurant, I am so acutely aware of your presence that the need to touch you is overwhelming. I reach out and run my fingertips softly along the smooth warm skin of your hand on the wheel.

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You tilt your head toward me with a cocked eyebrow and a fals reprimand for distracting you from the road. Which only encourages my teasing. I lean further, pressing my chest into your shoulder. As my lips make their way up your neck. with soft kisses, my tongue just grazing your skin. At the same pace that my hand travels up your thigh, until my palm firmly rubs your groin just as my mouth tugs gently at your earlobe.

I cannot wait to reach the hotel, I want to let this flame ignite and burn freely . . . now. I whisper in your ear, “ Now I want you to make love to me . . . right now.” The need and urgency in my voice are unmistakeable.

I continue to kiss your neck softly because i like it.

Some places in Amsterdam: Hotel Amsterdam Hilton

In the Netherlands, to Amsterdam , I can come by car, it is only 2.30 hours driving for me

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Gigolo Europe a straight male escort in Europe.

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Gigolo Europe a straight male escort in Europe.

My Gigolo Europe a straight male escort in Europe. is coming. At a quick pace I walk to the first floor, where I look out of the window and see my gigolo Europe car parked further along the road…

At the exact spot where I had asked him to park for reasons of discretion. I can see my Gigolo Europe a straight male escort in Europe. come and so I hurry myself to the front door, while he does the same, but on the outer side of my house. When the distinction between outer and inner side has disappeared by his arrival, his Hugo-perfume fills the hallway and the corridor. And then I remember that three weeks is too long to be separated from my gigolo Europe. It is raining, but I do not mind. I even think it cozy, for this weather marks the frontiers of our cocoon in which we hide ourselves from the outer world.

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“You look good”, my gigolo Europe says, right before I was going to say the same to my gigolo Europe
“Why do I look good?” he then proceeds, tirelessly fishing for compliments that he can elicit from my lips like no other man can.
I start to laugh loudly and think it hilarious how my gigolo manages to do that time and again. He is so disarming with his boyish look, that naughty trait around his mouth, and his divine body that feels so intensely male and surprises me every time. Is it the fading of my memory after twenty-one days. Or is he really exceptionally sweet today? It has to be the first option, for I have never known him in any other way. But still. In his courteous, considerate and unselfish way he lets the evening slide in a glow that makes me doubt the reliability of my memory one day later.

Gigolo Europe

My Gigolo Europe a straight male escort in Europe. and I have dinner at my table of rest and sensual delight. With a voluptuous dance on Paul Simon’s Graceland as an intermezzo. I love to see him eat, oh, how I love to see him eat. For he does it like he makes love, with a curious openness that lets him fully taste every delightful sensation. And a seductive greediness that is disarming because it is colored perfectly by unselfishness and a nearly childish looking delight. We dance, wildly and sweating as if we are seventeen again. Dance is passion, seduction, eroticism and pure sex. Gigolo Europe a straight male escort in Europe. Definitely with him. I like his ‘moves’ and the lascivious expressions of his body. One hour later I am lying in his arms on my king-size bed, while he treats my skin to surprising kisses. I cannot get enough from the look of his solid, naked male body on the rumpled sheets. His skin has a tan. It feels warm and soft, with underneath the muscles that remember me of the fact that his body is so much more powerful than mine, a thought that I find extremely exciting. Gigolo Europe a straight male escort in Europe.

It is already late when we say goodbye in the kitchen at half past twelve. Like children we are eating chocolate ice cream with little spoons, straight from the box that has been taken out of the freezer during our nightly escapade especially for this purpose. He moves closer and pulls my head towards him. The kiss of his warm and full lips tastes like chocolate. His hand is in my neck. His tongue is pushing itself inside, where it leaves a small chunk of chocolate ice behind in my surprised little mouth. The outer side of the ice cream chunk has become smooth and nearly liquid by the warmth of his mouth. The inner side is still waiting cold an frozen for my warm, licking, sucking and tasting tongue that caresses the ice, pulls it deeper inside, to push it back again toward the lips, that move the chunk back inside, where it melts to a warm and liquid substance that is swallowed with a devilish desire. The entire ritual is repeated once more with a second chunk of ice cream that is pushed inside just as sensually by the erotic force of his firmly exploring tongue.

I have always loved kissing, but could never suspect that a man could have shared this love with so much taste.
I stay awake in my still warm and sweet-smelling bed until he arrives at his place after his visit to my house. His kiss goodnight in the sms I receive still tastes like ice cream.

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Date a gigolo how it works? Gigolo first date

Gigolo date? how it works?  Gigolo first date How to date with a gigolo straight first time, I am nervous with a gigolo date for the first time. After all, who on earth can imagine a woman having a date with a (straight escort) gigolo for the first time?

I am not the adventurous type. I do have plenty of fantasies and sensual desires.

Life is quite cosy to me, with my daughter I am raising on my own. But I cannot deny that I sometimes have a hallucinating dream about an imaginary man. A man who may not stay imaginary for a long time…

But how ? What do I have to say to him? Will it be clear to everyone that what we have is not an ordinary blind date? And what if we do not match and I don’t feel like going any further?

I should not have worried about all that. Because he seems to be even more conscious than I am of all possible doubts a woman may have. We explicitly discuss this topic when the ice is broken. He knows how important the first impression during the first date with a gigolo is. That single moment, that single first second determines the rest of the evening. Also in my case that first time. I immediately feel that it’s okay. And I also feel that there is no obligation. If there is no ‘click’, then it stops here. It stops without me having to justify myself for anything at all, or even without having to feel embarrassed. I can tell by the way he treats me. Cautious, refined, with utmost respect and understanding. Every woman is unique, just like every man is unique. And individual preferences need not be discussed. “No hard feelings if you just want to stick to a drink”, that’s what he wrote in his e-mail. And that’s what his appearance tells me right now as well. My Date a gigolo  wears fresh Hugo-from-Hugo-Boss-, his disarming ways, his handsome looks and the gallant way in which he opens the door for me, say it all. First and foremost these impressions tell me that I will only have ‘hard feelings’ when after tonight I will realize that I should have done this much sooner.

“I think it’s great to be here with you. Everything is just a matter of perception. And of the right company!”

“Does it sometimes happen that there’s no ‘click’ and that the lady wants to stick to a drink or a dinner?” I ask him.

“That’s always possible. And it’s not a problem at all. There has to be a ‘click’ from both sides. I’m here for the lady and she decides what does or does not happen. There are no obligations whatsoever and the needs not be ashamed if she just wants to drink a glass of wine together. By the way, there are also women who are not looking for anything else. Just some company, but no sex.”.

He talks to me as if our lives have crossed in a natural way. Not a single person could suspect that I am sitting here with a gigolo. He’s just a guy whom I could have met in the city. A manwho fancies me. A gigolo who is courting me. A guy who does not expect a single thing from me, but who arouses more than thousend sensual expectations inside me.

I almost say it so fast that it becomes embarrassing. The “no!” that I shout when after a couple of hours in the trendy cafe he asks me if I prefer to go home, so that I may contact him later if I feel like it. “Or … if you don’t feel like being alone yet, we could still go somewhere else if you like. To have another drink or something”.

“Or something”… I don’t want to have a drink. I want the ‘or something’. He can tell by my shy smile and answers my naughty look with even naughtier eyes. With the elegance of a real gentleman he walks me outside.

“This is a cosy place to have a drink”, he says about the lobby of a nice hotel in the neighbourhood.

“Or … if you prefer to be alone for a while…”

“As a matter of fact I do”, I surprise myself with my boldness.

Everything goes in a surprisingly spontaneous way. As he stands by my side in the elevator that brings us to a higher floor. As the rooms opens its door for us. As he orders a glass of wine, fills my glass and starts kissing me gently. He is attentive to every signal from my side in order to know if he can go on or should stop. But everything inside me shouts ‘oooh yes…’. And so we go on and I forget that I have ever thought about possible reasons for hesitating about the question if a first date with a gigolo could possibly become a success in every possible way.

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Fantasy Gigolo, Dreaming of a Gigolo Fantasy

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For more than a year I had this fantasy I really wanted to come true. Sometimes the drudgery of everyday life distracted me enough not to think about it too much, but then at times it seemed as if my entire brain and every cell of my body were dominated by thoughts of this deep desire. One day I summoned all my courage and told my husband about it. He smiled uneasily and said “I’m glad you told me”. But he left it at that, because he did not really feel like living this sexual fantasy with me. Fantasy gigolo
I did not dare to mention it to him again. He had had his say and I had to accept that. I buried my fantasy and went on with my life. I managed pretty well when I was awake. Or at least for a while. But when I was sleeping, my dreams were invariably haunted by exciting and daring sensual images and I would wake up feeling sweaty and agitated. I couldn’t let it go.

Dreaming of a Gigolo Fantasy

I badly wanted to talk to someone about it. But my husband’s reaction had made me feel insecure. And who could I talk to about this anyway? Maybe my girlfriends would be a little bit shocked also. Moreover, they could not help me to turn my fantasy into reality anyway. I was alone in this. Alone with my feelings of lust and my imagination. Fantasy gigolo.

Looking for a Fantasy Gigolo

I started a new search. This time on Internet. I was looking for kindred spirits, inspiration, possibilities, or … What exactly? I did not really know. All I knew was that I wanted to find something. I came across the most disgusting things, and more than once I wanted to forget all about fulfilling my desire. Because the world I was venturing into, was very far from what I was really after. There was one website that had caught my eye, and I kept on returning to it. Vince. Vince. Vince. His classy story did not have a trace of the vulgarity that I found on so many other sites. He seemed so attractive, so masculine, so sensitive. Gradually it was he who started to take the role of antagonist in my dreams. Maybe he could help me realize this fantasy of mine? Fantasy gigolo

Meeting a gigolo Fantasy

“Thanks”, his spontaneous voice said when I first called him up. “Thank you for the candor in your email. I love your sense of imagination.”
“Really?” I asked hesitantly. I had not dared to hope for such a positive reaction. And hope turned into reality. Vince made me a few proposals and we mailed back and forth about practicalities. I sent him a picture of me, feeling anxious and excited at the same time. “Just a little taste of things to come …” I wrote. His reaction was enthusiastic and that gave me courage. I was going wild at the thought that my dream would turn into reality. Because it almost seemed that it was all about this in my life these days.

I was so nervous when I was finally going to do it. But I was well-prepared and dressed to the nines. That included skintone stay-ups I had bought the previous day in my favorite lingerie shop. My heart was beating a lot faster than normal when I drove off in my car and left my ordinary life behind.

When I returned, people and things looked exactly the same as when I left. As if nothing had happened. But something DID happen, and not just anything… With a well-satisfied smile on my face, I sent Vince a text message. “I actually have another fantasy I would like to come true. Probably not tomorrow, because I need to recover from this unforgettable adventure. But if it is OK for you, you’ll hear from me again soon …”

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Gigolo Köln straight male escort

Gigolo Köln, straight male escort.

“The blog text on your  site suggested that you might share my opinion”.

In the phone call in which she explains her mail to me, I can sense a slight hesitation.

“You make me feel like a natural woman”, I mean, “that text on your site”.

“Yes, that is what I try to do with all my dates”, I answer with a smile.

“But I don’t know if it’s possible”, she then says with some uncertainty in her voice.

“What do you mean?”

“I am just looking for nice company for a soul concert for next Wednesday. And it’s in Köln, straight male escort

“Fantastic, that sounds really great!” I enthusiastically respond.

“But such a huge distance, only for a concert… I thought…”

“That Aretha turned you on, didn’t you?” I finish her sentence in a playful way.

“Euh, yes, that’s right”, she now answers cheerfully.

“Well, then it might turn out very practical to have me at your side, won’t it?”

“Hahaha!” she now laughs. “I think I like you, Vince”.

“Shall I pick you up or do you prefer to meet in Köln,?”

It is a drowsy summer evening when I leave for my mission as ‘Gigolo Köln, straight male escort. She is waiting for me in a stylish outfit when I pick her up at her place. She does seem a little nervous. But not for long, as she immediately starts to relax after a few minutes in my car.

“I was a bit reluctant to the long ride to Köln”, she admits when we reach the national border.

“With a strange man in the car you mean?” I say with a smile.

“Yes, as a matter of fact you’re right. But at this moment I wish we still had at least a hundred miles to go!”

I look at her for a second and wink at her blushing face.

The concert is nice and informal. She dances and I dance, and half an hour later we are dancing together, her body in my arms, melting away on music that is not even Aretha’s.

“Are you hungry?” I ask her when we leave the concert hall around midnight.

She follows her nose and sees the snack bar that I had already noticed. Her look meets mine in a funny moment of understanding. Fifteen minutes later we are eating French fries with mayonnaise in my car.

“Do you realize that I haven’t done this for years?” she says when her fingers take two fries with the greediness of a child. “I just love the way you make me feel eighteen again”.

I smile and wipe some mayonnaise from her lips.

On our way home she asks me to stop at a gas station.

“I’ll be back in a sec” she says before disappearing into the shop.

When she takes place at my side in the car again, she takes my hand and caresses her cheek and mouth with my fingers.

“Was it Aretha?” I ask her with a naughty look.

“No it wasn’t”, she says, while keeping her eyes pointed at mine.

“It’s you Gigolo Vince, who turns me on right now”.

She comes closer and I gently kiss her, until she answers my kiss with a greediness that tells me that she wants more.

“At what time do you want to get home?” she asks with a blush of excitement between two kisses.

I take her chin in my hand, lick the tip of her nose and look at her with a decisive look.

“Not before Aretha stops singing, my love…”

Gigolo Köln, straight male escort.

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Straight male escort Luxembourg gigolo Luxembourg.

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Do you want to date a straight male escort for woman in Luxembourg?
I am Vince from Belgium and can drive to Luxembourg to meet you.
From Brussels to Luxembourg is only 3 hours driving for me.

Are you looking for Straight male escort Luxembourg gigolo on in Luxembourg or gigolo escort in Luxembourg?

Perhaps on one of your business trips  in Luxembourg you would like to chill and relax and get away for an sensual date with a gigolo?

Or maybe you just want a convivial get-together during a day trip, a romantic dinner or a sauna visit? Do you want to fully relax in the warm arms of a man? Have you ever, during one of your business trips, wanted to escape on a thrilling date?  Or do you finally want to live your wildest phantasy? I am Vince, 41 years old.

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Yes, every woman is different. So? There is nothing more beautiful than to see a woman’s  frivolous playfulness when she gives in to her desire. To see her become soft and loving when she is completely relaxed after making love.

And so, you will get my full dedication, love and attention. I want to see you happy.

How would you like me to please you?

Check out the ‘à la carte’ possibilities to match your desires under ‘la carte’… Or feed your fantasy with some ‘naughty’ inspirations and surprise me with your most personal request ;-) Prices are available upon female request without any engagement. Feel free to mail me ;-)

You don’t know how it works?

He would love to help you out.




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Gigolo Escort Frankfurt Germany

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Because he is here quite often in Frankfurt, every time well-dressed in a suit or jeans that gives away just enough of his anatomic details to make me lose my concentration again. When I saw him for the first time, I was secretly hoping that he would lose his luggage so that he would have to present himself at my desk in order to have his declaration of lost goods registered. Then I would have been able to study him at close quarters, while his eyes would have been focused on the form that needed to be filled out. Gigolo Escort Frankfurt

Nevertheless his luggage did not get lost. In fact, the only thing that got lost was my shame. And so I did get to see him, not during the registry of forms, but just as close, and even much closer than that. Gigolo Escort Frankfurt

When I observed him in the departure hall one day with his trolley in his right hand and his mobile phone in his left, I saw a lady in her mid-forties walking into his direction. He noticed her and smiled. At that very moment I excused myself in front of the client at my desk and walked to the toilets, with a gigantic detour that led me past him. I made sure I reached the spot where he stood exactly at the moment when the lady joined him. And so I heard that his name was Vince.

Google did the rest. I have always had well-developed detective skills, and so I managed to find him in no time. Gigolo Vince4ladies that was the name of the Frankfurt gigolo who was entirely unaware of the way he spiced the happiest of my working days with his sensual presence. Gigolo Escort Frankfurt

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Until that day when I was not sitting at my desk, but found myself actually being the woman who confidently entered the departure hall. I knew his airport smiles well enough, but this smile was intended especially for me that was clearly visible in his serious, grey-blue eyes in which the twinkles betrayed more than a thousand naughty thoughts. It was wonderfully forbidden what I did that day. …. I will never be able to think about Frankfurt again without feeling the tingle of my fingers when touching his warm and smooth chest.

We saw little of the city, but more of the room. Sheets became sweaty and disordered before he soaped me with softness and some jasmine-smelling foam in the shower. In between our intimate moments we tried out room service, exactly like in the movies. On the second day we left our room for a couple of hours, so that for the first time in my life I could make Frankfurt city unsafe at the side of my personal style coach. For a man he knew surprisingly well which clothes I needed to express my personality. I was another person, from the inside and the outside, when I flew back to Frankfurt with my gigolo.

When I see him again today, with his trolley and his mobile phone, waiting for his travel companion of the weekend, I send him an sms: “Hey handsome, can I let your luggage disappear, so that I can be at your service for a change?… ;-) Your Frankfurt airport lady”.
Seven seconds later he turns around, immediately spots me with his hawk’s eye and winks, while he swiftly licks his upper lip in a subtle gesture.


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