Adultwork Escort, Edinburgh report - TallBlondeLass
In contrast, TallBlondelass is an escort I can recommend. A little older, but thoroughly professional, relaxed, enthusiastic, lovely to be with. No rush, lovely apartment, sexy and sensual. Tollcross area of Edinburgh. (And at £80 for half an hour, the cost is about the same as total expenditure at, say, LSS. You might not get to lounge around making your mind up, but the service is a lot more personal, a lot warmer.)
Beyond GFE? – report/recommendation for Amanda, Edinburgh (city centre)
I found Amanda on Adult Work, rifling through a few working girls who include telephone numbers on their ads. Many girls won’t reply to phone texts, but there again voice calls can be more intrusive. And I dislike the rather soulless ‘automated booking’ the site offers.
I was impressed that Amanda (AW handle, ‘Sensuous Amanda’) texted back and was quite chatty. I simply wanted to know which area of town she was in, but she also mentioned that, if I were free tonight, she had a special offer on of £100 (Her profile prices are quite a bit more). I managed to get free a bit earlier than expected and called her back to see if she were still free and also asked if the price was for an hour or half hour. She confirmed it was for an hour but said she would need to get the 11pm train (the flat is opposite the station). I got there just before 10pm and she came outside to meet me.
Amanda is much prettier than her photos, with an effervescent and very natural manner about her. I was aware when I booked her that she was not some size 6 nineteen-year-old, but had reasoned that, statistically, it often needs a few more years than that to have the emotional maturity to do the job well. I think any punter that has had a problem with a girl with ‘bad attitude’ also realises that it takes more than a just a profile-perfect young body. Amanda is a young looking 30 yrs old, blonde, bubbly and charismatic, but most importantly she is a balanced individual and someone you feel comfortable with. Should anyone see you talking to her in the street, for instance. She told me that she also works as a nurse and is active on the swinger scene. In other words, she’s got a life, rather than just identifying solely with her work as an escort. She was fun to talk to and has what one twentieth century writer of discernment described as, “those little graces of life which make bought kisses tolerable to those sensitive people who are willing to be fooled.” (AC)
We went up to the flat and she gave me a glass of wine, which was much appreciated. I’d mentioned by text that it had been a long day and that I was in need of pampering. It was not meant as an instruction, but she had immediately replied, “pampering it is then!” Now some girls will have a set ‘routine’ or ‘experience’ that they try to give every client. You probably know what I mean – you go in immediately sense an atmosphere of falseness, a ‘doing my job.’ Like a shop assistant who wants to get home and reels off the options so as to serve you and get rid of you. It’s often combined with instructions about what to do, where to sit and so on, all with a polite smile but you can still feel quite controlled. Amanda, on the other hand, was as laid back as if you’d just met her over a drink in a pub or something – you know, you enjoy chatting and each other’s company and go back to the flat with that kind of electric feeling born of a mutual unspoken agreement - that something nice is going to happen! It’s not so much a ‘girlfriend experience’ (where said girlfriend may have certain expectations) as a ‘first date experience'. At least that was my feeling. I’d enjoyed chatting to her by text – just friendly stuff – and was looking forward to meeting her. She hadn’t disappointed.
We sat laughing and joking, quite genuinely, while I finished my glass of wine. Going on to other things just seemed a natural development. (Lovely looks but a personality that just makes you want more of her – what could be better?) I’ve gone on about this at length a bit cos it struck me later that, whatever you get up to on an encounter, whether p4p or non-gdp, both people tend to judge the experience as ‘good’ (or not) based to a great extent on the feeling afterwards. Even the most intricate gymnastics will pale against simple fun and games with someone you really and sincerely enjoy being with. While Amanda told me she is open to almost anything, it was the lovely big hug as I walked her to the station that said more than a million words.
Recommended.
Escort: BeckyCarlyle (Edinburgh)
Some girls do the job out of desperation. Some do it for an ‘easy life’. For Becky Carlyle, it is, as she says, “almost a calling.”
We’ve finished a delightful session and left a bit of time to chat. The recent TV program on Women’s Institute members campaigning for legalisation had got her riled. “Working girls in places with dirty sheets!!” and so on. “I mean, look at [i]this[/i] place!” she storms (with a smile), indicating her luxurious, well-appointed apartment. It’s spotless, stylish and rather comfy (to say the least!)
Our chat goes round to working women archetypes, such as Belle de Jour. She reminds me more of the character from the TV series Firefly (watered down in the film version, Serenity). There, Inara (played by the incredibly beautiful Morena Baccarin), is a high-class escort stowing away on an outlaw ship, some time in the future. Inara is highly qualified in her profession. She studied her arts at an Academy. And carries certificates attesting to her remarkable bedroom skills. Educated, articulate and very well-connected – often using her people skills to finesse the rest of the crew out of difficulties. (Becky does her job with as much panache as the law allows. She pays taxes and is one of the very few independents that Visa trust to take credit card payments.)
Becky is glowing at the story. “I’d love to teach at a school for working women!” she beams.
I’ve digressed for a couple of paras to indicate how this woman, very beautiful and only 21 years old, has a great personality to match. She senses what is wanted even before I even say it.
“You said ‘yes’ there even before I finished saying what I fancied!” I laugh with her at one point. She comes up for kisses, smiling all over. Do check out her ‘menu’ of things on her website (or on her page at AdultWork). Everything there is included in the price. You don’t have to hint, hoping she won’t mind. It’s all-inclusive. She gives you the openings and encouragement. You soon relax, knowing nothing off the list is off-limits or charged extra.
Needless to say, I had a pretty nice time with Becky. Even though I was a bit knackered. And couldn’t rise repeatedly to the occasion as often as I would normally hope to. She has a stunning body and face. And an extremely pert and attractive backside - which I admired on several occasions, and at greater length while going for it ‘doggy style’. A discretely positioned mirror gives extra views. An hour really wasn’t long enough to taste all the delicious openings of her body, or kiss as many spots on her silky smooth back and breasts as I would like, but it was all I could afford!
Speaking of views, do let her show you the great view from her living room, it must be one of the loveliest in the area if you like this part of the world.
There was no rush. And no ‘time-wasting’ at the start. Although we are past the hour, she bids me try her lovely hot shower before venturing out the rain. It’s kick-ass. Better than the one in my flat. We chat as I dress. She’s planning to cook herself something adventurous and Italian this evening. I probably sound patronising as I offer ‘advice’.
Any downsides? Becky’s flat is in a modern development in Leith. Not exactly central, but not far by taxi or car (easy parking). And there’s a bus-stop almost outside. Becky's fees are a bit higher than many escorts, but it’s in keeping with her desire to offer a superior service. A standard she is well able to aim at, and achieve. A younger version, if you like, of the Billy Piper character in [i]Secret Diary of a Call Girl." [/i] But I suspect with more integrity and much more of a life than that TV creation.
A challenge for me when I choose a younger woman is always the age difference. Sometimes I do want the treat of being able to stare into physical perfection that is only available when a woman is at her prime. Yet frequently it's harder to connect (both ways) with someone who has such a different amount of life experience. But I did have such an enjoyable time with Becky. I hardly noticed. I’d recommend her strongly. She’s good at her job. . . . I would [i]love[/i] to speak to her / book her one day say, ten years or more from now (as well as often as I could in the present). I’d like to ask her how her experiences have been. But by then she might be totally out of my range ;-)
I ask her about her ambitions. Her main one is, “to be happier every day; to be more happy each week from the week before.” For a bubbly, happy and very genuine young girl, that’s not a bad start . . .
LSS and the steps of shame.....
Since it was mentioned Ill add my tuppeny's worth, these steps on the way out - you really think that anyone is going to be looking at you coming out of there ? Just grin and bear it walk out like a man and walk down the road with a smile, hell you deserve it what with the money paid for the service you should have no shame leaving the premisis. You really think you are wrong or wierd ? How many establishments are in Edinburgh ? How many men go in there and have some fun ? Too many to bother about - you are doing nothing wrong. So dont be ashamed. I did come out one day and got some smart arse comment made by a passer-by, so what? I just smiled at him and said that he should go in and see what it was about, maybe make him a better person!
Leather leotards, buckfast and wrestling moves!
Guys,
This is disgusting! I wonder what I said to this 'Gentleman' (Masterplan), to offend him so much during our 'apparent' meeting.
The likelihood of me in a leather leotard, doing wrestling moves, and sipping Buckfast is completely off the wall, absolutely ludicrous!
For one, I own no leather. Its not my bag, nor is buckfast!
This situation is so sad. If we ever did meet in the past (which I very much doubt going by your recollection), I'm so very sorry I didn't live up to your expectations.
PS Boys, Anyone that might fancy me in a leather leotard and might wish to share my Buckfast one of these lonely nights, just get in touch.
Absolutely Ridiculous!
Miss 'Buckfast Swilling, Leather Wearing, Wrestling Becky Carlyle. ' XXX