Why do I always pick the wrong guy

When you work for escorts in London, you meet your fair share of bad boys. For some reason, I seem to be more unlucky than many of my colleagues here at London escorts, I always pick the wrong guy. It would just be really nice to meet an ordinary guy and have a normal relationship with somebody. Will that ever happen? I am not so sure, and there are days when I think that I cannot hold down a proper relationship at all.

To be honest, I think that I am a bit relationship challenged anyway. My parents relationship was not really good, and at times, I even think it was a bit dysfunctional. I left home when I was 17 years old, and I got a job working for a club in London. At first, I just worked behind the bar but then I started to dance on stage. This was a few years before I joined London escorts, or even knew that girls worked as London escorts. You can say that I was still a bit naive at the time, but I think many girls are a bit “unclear” what is going around that age.

Working for a escorts in London agency had not even crossed my mind until I met this guy called Andy one evening. He was a few years older than me, and suggested that I check out being a companion as he called it. Andy said that he needed a companion on a more permanent basis, and asked me out for dinner. At that time, I was not really interested in what I called older guys, but now, after having worked for London escorts, I know that many of them are nice.

It is expensive to live in London, so I started to check out other jobs. I remembered what Andy had said about London escorts and I thought it might be a good idea. After all, guys seem to like me and I was comfortable around them. In the end, I had some photos down and I completed the first CV in my life. I started to show it around various London escorts services and after a couple of weeks, I did manage to get a job.

The girls who worked for the London escorts service seemed to be into a lot of parties. Some of the people who hung around these parties were not “the best” characters but I kind of got hooked on them. What I did not appreciate that many of the guys who seemed to like to party with London escorts had several girlfriends on the go. They were also rather “hooky” and many of them were rather half criminal. I do want to meet some nice people so I am trying to stay away from wild parts with my colleagues at London escorts. Perhaps a slight change of lifestyle will let me meet some nice guys. You never know but I am willing to give it a chance.

Making Love Like It Is The End Of The World


They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder. This could not be further from the truth in Reggie’s case. Cassie, his on and off girlfriend of ten years still looked at as she sat by the window of that café.

“Hi,” he said as he tried to compose himself in front of her. He could never keep his wits about him when he was around, since even her aura itself was enough to stun him.

“HI,” She responded back. With that incredibly sexy tone that always unhinged him out of control.

He sat in the seat next to her, took her hand and asked, “Where shall we begin old friend.”

They lay in bed together. Her hand on his chest, and she was through and through tired from all the mega hook up sex they just had. She always knew he was wild one, but not a freak of nature.

“That was amazing,” she said as she turned her neck and head towards his face.

He gently kissed her and replied,” I know right, we are good together. We are on fire.” He said his excitement barely contained.

And she had missed his humor that none one else got but her, she really had. He was rather not that interesting to many people. A simple lad, with basic looks, a body that was just so and to top it all off, he lived a rather boring and average life. But she loved him and his bare simplicity, and no one else ever got it except her.

She reached her hand out to stroke to his extremities and there again he was hard as a rock ready to go again. “I mean boy you aren’t tired yet?”

“With you am always ready to go,” he replied as he surprisingly came on top of her to begin the sex session all over gain

“Reggie, Reggie…. REGGIEEE,” she said with so much contempt as she climaxed. Reggie loved the sound of her coming, he simply loved it, and it was a good sound she made. The sign that he had made her happy, he had satisfied her and that she belonged nowhere else but in his arms.

She climbed off of him and lay on the bed, contently tired and exhausted from the gleeful sex expedition that Reggie had put her though. He lay besides her feeling her supple breast maybe appreciating them for the last time before he warned off to sleep. And as he did so, she lay there letting him. She would always remember this night, every time she would think of quitting on him she would remember how he made love to her like it was the end of the world.

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