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It’s the second time we meet in Belgium. “I have to be in Brussels, Mr. Gigolo, and it would be great if I could see you “, she said.
And it’s at a temperature of minus 6 degrees Celsius that we meet in Brussels, capital of Belgium.
She had given me some instructions beforehand that I accommodated as well as I could to prepare myself. A blindfold, fresh fruit, massages oil and, of course, the essential protection. She has had this fantasy of eating fresh fruit blindfolded for a while but never dared to ask. I think it’s a great idea.”Can you also bring Beppy sponges?” she asked, “just in case …”. She didn’t think that she would have her period but she wasn’t sure. Unfortunately I had no Beppys at home what later turned out to be a minor problem since she sent me a text message “Pick me up at 19:30 and we will go to a X shop together!” I leave well in time after verifying that I had everything. I’m also glad to see that the roads are not slippery tonight.
When I arrive at the hotel, it is with elegance and cheerfulness that she joins me in the car.
“Hi Vince, SHOW ME BRUSSELS BY NIGHT” she said. “And I am hungry”. We usually speak French when we’re together but we often like to use English expressions. The GPS is programmed to take us to the street where the store is located. So, no reason for stress. With one eye on the lady and the other one on the road, we arrive at the right address. Three sex shops are open.
“Hey, the Pablo!” she says cheerfully. “I read that they sell Beppys. I may not need anything but I want to be sure.”
Parking in this street does not seem to be an easy task. But since this is important to her, we go to Pablo. A quick glance around the shop tells me that they have Beppy products behind the counter. “Phew! You’re right, they sell them here…”
We look around the shop for a nice outfit for her but we don’t see anything appealing. Meanwhile, I go to the cashier with whom I start a conversation in French. I immediately notice her accent from Limburg and say “Great, you speak Dutch. What is the price for Beppys? “. I check the expiration date. May 2015. “Perfect, we’ll take these”. In the meantime, my companion is admiring a nylon body outfit. She holds the outfit up and turns it elegantly around to see what the back looks like.
I ask the cashier to wait a moment and I join my companion. “Humm, Vince, I find this one especially sexy. But will it suit me? “.
I can see how she is mentally comparing herself with the touched-up photograph of the model on the package and I immediately reassure her: “Let’s take it.”
We spend a playful and wonderful evening together. She is 40 years old, a mother of three children. Yet, she has maintained all of her womanhood. Tonight, she made herself especially beautiful, without any exaggeration. She highlighted the outline of her lips and the makeup of her eyes is applied with subtle beauty. Under her warm coat, she wears a tight red dress that reveals a suggestive cleavage. An eye-catching class!
“Perfect, we’ll take this too” I said to the nice cashier of the sex shop, handing her a bottle of Chinese relaxing oil. I had purchased this oil before and found that it had a very pleasant fragrance.
“Vince, I’m hungry!” she says.”I wanted to show you the Grand’ Place in Brussels and we can eat something in the neighborhood.
“Vince, I’m really starving!” “Very good! Across the street is a nice steakhouse. Let’s cross the road!”
The Sirloin steak is tender and without fat. “Do you know a place where we can make love?” she suddenly asks. “Before going to the hotel room, I mean?”
I am a little surprised but she continues persuasively: “In Paris, it is possible!” “Ok, I know a place but it’s still early and it is possible that we’ll be alone there.
It’s a place where we need to undress to our underwear once we’re inside. We can then indulge each other. She becomes so hot that the lemon sorbet, that she has not touched yet, melts in front of her.
We leave the restaurant and return to the car. Two minutes later we arrive in the parking lot of the club I mentioned. Since the club opened its doors only an hour earlier, there are probably very few people and I offer to take her for a walk to the Grand’ Place. “This looks like a great place” she says cheerfully while making an elegant pirouette. She smiles but I realize that she is cold. I suggest going into a bistro on the Grand’ Place to admire the market square from there.
“Great idea!” she says.
I spotted an empty table near a window in one of the cafes. I took her to the table and she sat down. I offered to change seats so that she would have a better view on the Grand’ Place.
“Thank you Vince, you are a real gentleman ” ☺
I ordered a mint tea for myself and she asks: “Campari is red huh?” “Yes Lady, it is…”
Then she bombards me with questions. “Can I go in this club wearing my habitual lingerie?”
I replied curtly “no” and then, smiling, “your new outfit without underwear. No one knows us here “
She chuckles and I can see in her eyes that just thinking about it already turns her on.
She seems a little uncertain about her body, but I reassure her and tell her that she has no reason to worry.
“Relax, you’re beautiful!”
We don’t have to wait very long for confirmation. When she gets up and gently adjusts her short dress, a man sitting at a table nearby shamelessly stares at her body.
“See, you are so uncertain but yet everyone thinks that you’re great.”
She gratifies me with an enchanted smile. I take her by the arm and we walk towards the club.
We go through the first door and press the doorbell. At the intercom a voice says, “Welcome, this is our anniversary and the club is crowded.”
We look at each other with surprise and we start laughing. We then take the staircase that leads us to the room where we can undress. Two couples spontaneously greet us. I immediately feel like being on vacation in a foreign country. I find it hard to hide my smile and try to focus on closing the locker, which is so small it can barely hold all of our stuff. But I want our personal belongings to be safe at any cost and I finally manage to close the locker and turn the key.
Meanwhile, my companion’s breathing accelerates as if we were engaged in intense intercourse. She is extremely excited because she had to undress in an unknown place to change into an outfit she had chosen herself in front of strangers.
Wearing only boxer shorts I go down the stairs while holding her hand to prevent her from falling over her elegant shoes. With her sensual outfit, she is far from ordinary. I am proud of her. I gently whisper in her ear that she is the most beautiful woman in the club. Her legs feel warm against my eager body,
The club is indeed crowded. We notice two elegant couples. I order a drink. She wants a Campari. I allow myself a white vermouth on the rocks. My first and my last for the evening because I still have to drive.
A little later my companion says: “Vince, I want to make love.”
We move to an empty space located at a higher level. Below us we can see a crowded dance floor. On the other side of the upper floor are two couples that obviously long for one another. We kiss and caress. I deal with the required protection and she waits for me on her hands and knees, head forward, until she feels me behind her.
Fifteen minutes later, she realizes that there are three men standing around. I am a bit surprised because, in principle, in this kind of establishment, Saturday evenings are reserved for couples. Not here, apparently. Fortunately the men do not impose themselves. I help my partner to find a comfortable position and she takes me in her mouth while four pairs of hands caress her. I specified “hands only” after my companion made me understand that I should not chase the men away. They acknowledge my decision and they can stay for a while.
I gently turn her over so that she can lie on her back. She is fondled all over her body while I hold my hand under her head for comfort. She is uncertain, but I reassure her by telling her that I have the situation under control. She goes crazy with all those hands on her body.
“Only hands huh”, she repeats and I reassure her while throwing a severe look at the three men.
She moans in ecstasy.
After a while the men become keener and I tell her that we should move to our hotel to be alone. We came here only for a little excitement anyway. Coloring outside the lines was fun and challenging, but this should in no way escalate into crudeness.
When we arrive at the hotel, we take a shower followed by a long and sensual session of sex. Two hours later, the daylight that peeks through the window awakes us. I order a hearty breakfast that we eat in bed before intimately saying goodbye.
The Thalys train to Paris is waiting. A few hours later I receive a text message: “Just arrived. I loved it. See you soon … “
“Brussels by night”. I will never forget. And she will probably not either. The fresh fruit and the blindfold… will be for next time … ☺
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“You should create your own fashion line”, she laughs after her first glass of champagne, “Vince. Male escort for ladies!”.
She wants reggae-music to match her mood of lascivious desire. She’s happy again, and naughty, when she makes me land on the floor in the middle of my reggae living room.
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While the sunset will fade in a most picturesque sunset, the lights of Bangkok will take over to escort me through a night that has no end. I have been told that this city never sleeps and I tend to believe it is true. Bangkok’s nightlife has a hallucinating reputation which I am eager to discover at the side of my lady who has invited me.
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6.10 am. The alarm clock doesn’t wake you, as it is Sunday and you think of escort boy europe. But your biological clock does. Your tired head makes you envy the man on your side who is still in a deep sleep. Of course you love him, more and more after all those years. But once and again your mind is carried back to the time when everything was still new and exciting.
One day you find my website after having typed ‘escort boy Europe’ in Google. You can hardly believe that it can really be so easy. But it is, once you have cut the knot in your mind.
Your look expresses satisfaction and a new desire when you are lying under me, enjoying what we have had together. “You’re not an Escort Boy, you say drunk with happiness.
You don’t feel guilty or worried when you are driving home after our first date, because you know that you are the one in control of this situation. You smile when you turn on the radio and hear the last notes of Europe’s ‘Final Countdown’ before Aretha Franklin starts singing “You make me feel like a natural woman”. In the rear-view mirror you can see that they have finally come back, the lively sparkles in your eyes…
You’re in a restaurant in town with your friends.
“Is that your mobile ringing”, the woman on the other side of the table curiously asks.
You have a look and find my sms with our secret message. Mmm, my favourite
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“Sorry ladies, I just have to pick something up from work, but I will be back in an hour”.
“Workaholic”, the lady on your right hand side says with a laugh, but you know better and hurry to the place where I await you in my familiar role of escort boy.
The massage you wanted, has to wait, as in our room in the Hilton you let me know without shame that you have other priorities today. The excitement that your enthusiasm awakes inside me, may be even stronger than yours.
When you are lying next to me afterwards with sweaty curiosity, you want the massage after all, followed by a repetition of our first game, but this time slowly and sweet.
“Unfortunately I have to go now, Vince”, you tell me with visible regret, before you take your diary out of your purse with a confident look on your face, eager to know when I am still free.
You put on your sunglasses when you enter the restaurant again, as you have a twinkle in your eyes that might betray your activities of the past hour. You wipe the smile off your face and try to look seriously. Otherwise your friends will all want to come and work where you do…
After the departure of my hotel gigolo on Friday noon, I see that there is candle-grease on the floor of the suite that my gigolo and I had chosen for this night. I wonder what the room maid will think about this. An SM-game maybe? She will hardly associate this souvenir with a gigolo, and definitely not with this hotel gigolo who has unintentionally left a trace of pink candle-grease on the floor. It was the chandelier, of which he has blown out three candles to increase the intimacy of the moment, and of which the other three have melted away completely when our attention was exclusively devoted to our most spicy encounter ever. But if I remember correctly, this is what I say every time. And so I am reluctant to use more superlatives of which I never seem to be able to know how long they will remain valid.
And of course I am even more reluctant to think about the course of our next encounter.
“I have made the reservation at half pas eight”, my hotel gigolo says the night before when he, thoughtful as he is, calls me from in his car. Hearing his voice makes me feel good, although I am hardly in an exotic mood. The cold rainy weather and the heavy week at work do not exactly contribute to a sunny June feeling. But I have been looking forward to this night for days, and so our date takes place after all. We arrive late at the restaurant, where the waitress has nevertheless kept our table free. The stars are good tonight, I then think.
“You look great”, I tell him. And his disarming “yes, I know” makes me smile. The Latin-American restaurant is filled with happy people. When Vince and I enter the room, the level of happiness rises with at least twenty percent. I know it sounds conceited, but nevertheless I am certain about it. Nobody has any idea at all of the fact that he is a gigolo and that I have decided to meet him for a date tonight.
“I had hoped it would be more quiet here”, he says apologetically at our cosy table.
But the only voice I am hearing, is his. And the noisy crowd in the warm, Cuban-looking environment creates the ideal atmosphere for us to touch upon every delicate subject in our conversations upon which a benevolent veil of innocent liveliness is drawn. After two draughts of Kirr Royal I can already feel the muscles in my legs become weak. I do not want an entire bottle of wine to accompany dinner, as one glass will be more than enough for me. I know he wants to loosen me up, as he doubtlessly remembers from our last date the effect that alcohol tends to have on me. But he doesn’t know me well enough yet to realize that it was not the alcohol but simply the effect he always has on me.
“What would you like to eat?” my hotel gigolo asks me when we study the extensive menu.
I already know that in his company I always do exactly the things I would otherwise never do. And although I am not acquainted with this part of the world kitchen we choose the spicy Mexican tapas for starters. You see, I do not need any extra promilles to feel sexual excitement when observing the way in which he serves out the most spicy bites with his usual smoothness and courtesy, and with these serious-looking eyes of his, below the remarkably male-looking curve of his eyebrows and the sensual bow above his mouth, that has already done the most unbelievable things with me.
At half past eleven we walk to the parking space in the humid summer evening. It is just after midnight when we enter our hotel room. I offer him a drink and he proposes to have a glass of wine with him, but actually I do not feel like drinking anymore.
“I will have a draught from your glass”, I say in order to preserve the cosy atmosphere that I love so much. And he hardly notices that I only take insignificant nips from his glass, that he actually empties all by himself. He may think that it was the alcohol that made me go wild in my new red lingerie after our two-hours nightly talk. But it was not. I knew exactly what I was doing and did not want to blur these moments with a frenzy that would make me doubt the reality of this memory afterwards.
I have a hard time remaining discrete about the course of the night, that only manages to inspire us to sleep at the break of dawn. I would like to shout from every rooftop what he did with me. He challenges my limits, time and again, and even at the most heated moments he is thoughtful enough to ask me if it still feels good and if he is not hurting me. And when I am wild and frenzy, he manages to set me at rest and let me feel once more a new sensation of delight.
“Very slowly…” he says, as he lays his hands under my buttocks and pushes them in an upward movement gently, to let them down again, even more gently, causing me to feel him enter my body in a deep and slow movement. I close my eyes and find this far more enjoyable than I could have imagined. Then his hands gently push my bottom up again, letting me feel his smoothly curving top of my delight almost leave my body, to slowly move upwards again. I cannot get enough of this and the climax that I eventually reach, was purposefully granted to me and only me with his eternal devotion and erotic professionality.
With a nail file I try to scratch the candle-grease from the floor the next afternoon, while saving the most exquisite memories in my head. Only after a few minutes I realize that I am singing a melody. Thirty seconds later the text enters my head. It’s his text, although he has never uttered the words yet.
“If you are the desert, I’ll be the sea. Whenever you hunger, hunger for me”.
And I do.
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