My name is John and I am a male escort. But before I tell you the amazing things I have done as a male escort, it’s important you know how I got here in the first place. So without further ado let’s get into it, shall we?
I had been dating this girl for three years, needless to say, we’ve been through some dark days, but somehow we always seem to come out stronger. Well, not until she had a new job and moved to London. Three weeks later I followed her. We had planned it but just days later I got the shock of my life. She told me it was over. It was like I was hit by Thor’s hammer. A million things running through my mind trying to figure out where I went wrong and how to fix it. Honestly, I didn’t take it well. Pain turned to denial and later turned to anger. Anger that could only be quenched by sleeping with the friends of my new ex-girlfriend.
Now I was new to London I had no place to go. I went to a bar, sat down, ordered myself a beer and contemplated my misery. Then a lady walked up to me and asked if I was OK. Shrugging my shoulders I said I was fine but she saw right through me. She sat down, we chatted and next thing I knew she proposed the idea of me being a male escort.
They say love is a great motivator so too is desperation. Combine the two and you get a potent concoction of a man on the edge that will go the extra mile to achieve something. For a guy with just change in his pocket and no way back, I accepted.
What could be the harm? We all like money. And we sure as hell like someone else paying for our nice dinners. Right? Besides how often are you approached to be a male escort? As a kid, you don’t aspire to be in this profession.
Fast forward to after my first three bookings and only then did it click. Oh! Boy, I could get used to this. I get luxurious stuff from clients. I have four Rolex’s that I didn’t pay a dime for. I get to go on holidays on a private yacht to Monaco, Marbella in Spain, drive plush cars, etc. And since most of my clients are high-class ladies of society, I get to meet influential people too.
Anyways, my success as a male escort has enabled me to buy a three bedroom flat in an upscale neighborhood living side by side with the upper echelons of society. My neighbors think I’m a stockbroker of some sort.
I frequently donate to various charity organizations to help the less fortunate and I also run a small discussion group that focuses on helping other men deal with heartbreak.
All in all, I am happy with what I do and I bring a lot of joy and happiness to many women.