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I'm one of the best paid and most desired male escorts on the planet. I live primarily in hotels. And in my private health club in my London penthouse.
My customers are the really rich and popular: leading models, athletes, singers, actresses, and even royals. All loaded with loan. In my line of task money is not an element; I get effectively paid and always what I request for. That's one of the opportunities when you're in a league of your own.
The cost I have to pay is living a hush hush life of secrecy and making certain I'm in no other way associated with my customers. And I'm constantly tested and under scrutiny of a physician who works for MI5. This provides me clearance with even the most delicate contacts, like the princesses of Britain and Monaco.
I do whatever my clients desire me to do, I understand no limitations considering sex. All my customers are at least 18 years old, and I work strictly without prophylactics. Money shots are of no interest to my customers, and the interactions are never ever recorded.
Otherwise I'm into anything. I'm often even used for reproducing, which the result I'm having offspring that are also children of the popular. I'm particularly used for this purpose by lesbians. A pussy is a pussy, so to me it's all the same.
I'm not an escort who wines and dines the women, I'm strictly there for the sex. I can go on undisturbed for a long time and just come on task force, just like the best male pornography stars.For the sake of discreetness I'm either already in the hotel suite of my client when she arrives, or I'm escorted in by her security information. When she finished her lecture at the Ziggo Dome she was ushered to my Prinsengracht loft instead of her hotel suite.
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One day a man approached me at the bar. Match, friendly, peaceful good-looking. He said he had discovered my yearning for the women, the way I observed them on the beach. He asked me if I had discovered the ladies' desire for me. I had not. He described to me they did. He told me there was something that made the ladies desire me, physically. They wished to make love with me. Was it my body, I asked him. That could be part of it, he said, however not necessarily so. Certainly ladies are more brought in to good-looking men, but that's not enough for them to wish to have sex. Truly wishing to have sex, beyond a fleeting musing. Like a burning desire that needs to be snuffed out. He made certain I had that tourist attraction.
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