One Escort too many.

[Head4heights]

Late on Tuesday night, I'm driving home, my phone buzzes with an incoming text and I just know right then, I'm screwed......

I've been using EI for probably close on ten years now. I'm not a frequent punter, but a few times a year, after a bit of browsing I take a plunge and make an appointment. Like many of you, I'm guessing, most of my encounters have been enjoyable, one or two were disappointing, and a few have been memorable occasions, at least for me.

I'm not the type of punter that has a long list of requests or expectations, but I do get most enjoyment when an Escort makes me feel relaxed and engages with me. For that hour, for me, it feels intimate.

So, Tuesday evening I get home from work and and for no particular reason I'm feeling horny. Phone in hand, I relax on the couch and browse the many beauties on EI. So many beautiful women but being in my late forties, I limit my search to those from mid thirties upwards. Two ladies within a hours drive catch my eye, one whose profile I have checked out a few times before and one new to me.

I read reviews for both. The lady that I have checked out many times is an EI legend, famed for her beauty and personality and has many raving reviews. My head tells me that this is the safest choice but for some reason I chance phoning the other lady.

Alas, no answer. Her profile invited punters to text if unable to contact her by phone, so I fire off a quick text and head for a shower and shave on the off chance. I've about given up on the idea when my phone buzzes with a reply. I give her a call. She's an Irish lass, which is a first for me, sounds nice, all good, the meet is in a hotel, also a first for me.

Later, as I approach the hotel, I start to feel a little uneasy. Stupid crazy thoughts enter my head, perhaps I will bump into someone I know and they will guess why I'm there. Perhaps this is a sting operation and some Ban Garda will be waiting for me in the hotel room. As soon as I hand over the cash the door will burst open and I'll be hauled out in hand cuffs. Like I said crazy thoughts.

I phone her from the car park and get directions for the room. She tells me to just walk in as the door will be unlocked. This did not help calm my crazy thoughts, what am I going to walk in to? I find the room, pause outside the door, feck it, here goes, I enter room and meekly say hello. She replies and greets me with a hug which I awkwardly return. We exchange some pleasantries while I hand over the fee for an hour of her company. She asks me to take a quick shower. I always shower just before leaving for a meet but I'm happy to oblige. I remove my jacket which I am about to leave on the bed but then think, no perhaps not, my wallet is inside and even though I never bring much spare cash to an appointment, my ID and credit cards are there and I don't know this person.

Freshly showered, I return to the room wraped in a towel and sit on the edge of the bed. I always feel awkward initially but soon enough she puts me at my ease and I begin to relax. She is engaging, playful and passionate and has the most beautiful petite body. I enjoy a relaxed unrushed encounter ending in a long easy chat. Nearly two hours pass before Im sitting back into my car.

Out of courtesy, I normally send a thank you text. I never receive or expect a reply. So before heading back down the road, I take a minute to send a genuinely grateful text. By now it's after midnight and the traffic on the motorway is almost non existant so my mind starts to wander again but this time it's filled with visions of her, her laugh, her smile, her eyes as they stared into mine, her warm embraces and I realise that the memory of this encounter will not so easily fade.

I know what I'm like, call it loneliness, emotional immaturity or just being human, but this lady has gotten inside my head and it will take some time for me to get over. Turning off the motorway now, nearing home my mind still filled of her, my phone buzzes, my heart races, my mouth is dry, I know it's her and I know I'm screwed.

Sitting here now in blissful misery, my mind still full of her touch, her smell her taste, wishing the impossible, I have only one piece of advice for my fellow punters....fear not not the Escort who might steal your wallet but beware the one who might steal your heart.