[Esthertje]

My partner shared some of his experiences on this site. Although he stopped posting after he was recognized based on one of his posts, he still visits this site regularly. Hopefully my post will be a pleasant surprise to him.

A few years ago my ex took our kids abroad and left me with the debts he made. My family helped me by paying for tickets to go see my kids but I still needed quite a large sum to pay of the debts and for lawyers to fight for custody. An old friend helped to get a part-time job as a receptionist, I found a second job in catering and I started posing for a small group of amateur photographers. I worked hard to earn money but it was not nearly enough to quickly solve my problems.

When I got involved with my ex, he quickly made clear to me that he wasn’t the monogamous type. We got into swinging and although I initially felt very uncomfortable, I got hooked to this rampant habit. After he left me, I continued visiting parties occasionally. During one of these parties one of the women told me she worked as a masseuse. She told me what was involved: getting bare, teasing the client, body to body and a happy end by hand. She was not required to do anything more but if the client wasn’t unattractive, asked for more and was willing to pay more, she sometimes did…

We became colleagues the next week. The first day we did a few clients together and I was doing a lot more (and making a lot more money) than I imagined right from the start. It didn’t take long to realize that I was doing more than just a massage with the majority of my clients, so when I read an article about escort, I quickly decided to try that as well. It proved to be a big step. The agency didn’t aim at providing pleasure for an hour or so, these clients required an entire experience for an evening, day or even a weekend! That was not as easy as it seemed but at these rates….

Two years ago I met my current partner at an international event while I was accompanying a client. We were seated at the same table and he immediately knew my origins because he recognized my accent. It wasn’t love at first sight but it felt nice when I ran into him again the next day. I made up an excuse to ask for his number and called him a few days later. We got romantically involved as he was (and is) very easy to talk to and nobody ever made me feel more confident and at ease. We’ve always been very open to each other so he knows what I did to get out my financial problems. He never asked me to stop working but I chose to quit when I moved in with him a few months later.