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.

[beautyaddict]

Beautifully written , honestly written , I think many can relate to several parts of your account . Thank you for the sincerity of this post it brings balance to some less easy to read posts on here of late that dehumanize the escort and us.
I wish you well , and I hope you can be in the "Be happy it happened " place

[beautyaddict]

It seems to me after too many years , if love strikes it knows no logic , it respects nothing absolutely nothing gets in its way no social norms will stop it none not a single barrier , no sense no rhyme no reason it will have its way .

I have seen love fail in "normal life " rather a lot, I have seen love unrequited in normal life too many times . Escorts will keep emotionally remote and rightly so , but if you think they are not vulnerable to being caught by love , think again. We are all human .

Can a client /escort relationship work ?
Let me tell you this , to win the heart of an escort , this is that hardest task of all , but to keep it now thats the thing. Can it work I say yes , but will it definitely work no , just like any relationship , shit happens.

But if you fall for an escort , mostly prepare for some hurt , but be man enough to walk away with no anger or sense of betrayal when it is clear she likes you, but no more .

I speak from experience , twice in nearly 19 years of seeing escorts I got caught, my fault no more no less . Will I get caught again , I so fucking hope not but if it hits , like thats me fucked. i am human

[176x]

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.

No link or review, it didn't happen lol

[Head4heights]

You know GCG I think I might owe you an apology. Having reread the last line of your heartfelt piece I realise you are giving me good advice as much if not more than the (I hope not non solicited advice I may well in error have 'given' you!).

See. Those escorts I review really ARE all saints God forgive me. I tried to delete the last post put the fecking EI powers that be algorithm thingies wouldn't let me...

No apology necessary. Your thoughts and honesty are much appreciated.

[ga1]

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.

With the title and reading the beginning i was expecting the wife read my texts while i was in the shower.

[casman]

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.

Well said! It's happens we're only human, happened to me more than once, there will be meetings where you just click with a lady and everything is just so natural and amazing.

[gillyland]

some right needy old folk on here, why would you send a thank you text at the end after leaving, i'm sure you thanks her many times while there so its just neediness again and out to impress her, jeesus leave the poor girls alone

[Forceuser]

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.

Ah,you'll get over it,
Just remember you're falling for the idea of her,not the person herself

You haven't seen her in the morning when she hasn't got enough sleep and she's snapping at you no matter
what you say or do cos there's no one else there

or giving u the silent treatment cos she thought you were flirting with the girl behind the bar

or when you're feeling really horny but she won't let you near her cos Coronation Street is starting in 5 minutes

[mearse]

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.

Put on the Late Late Toy Show, it will cheer you up