Between 2012 and 2015 I had a really cool relationship with a stupendous escort named Alison, oops I mean Isabelle.
Nothing pervy to talk about as this was a GFE thing. Good company, nice conversation with a glass of wine, ooolala and goodbye. No anal and ruined mascara.
She was a curvy brunette with a voluptuous shape, attitude plenty and smoking weed like breathing. Her hair was like an ocean (*Bill Burr*).
We once banged in the shower for 35 minutes and if not for the perfect balance of weed and booze I would have seen spots and died.
She also had a client who paid her 1000$ while she wore his dead mother's clothing and peelled carrots while he masturbated. He never touched her. 1000$
We had as I called it "transactional love" and within the first year she would stay the night and I would make her lunches and kiss her goodbye before she left for work.
But we are all human and the lines got eventually blurred.
She would lie next to me after her shift initiating sex and I would just want to spoon and sleep. "Come on you did this shit all day let's just sleep"
Her: "It's not the same you don't get it."
She would refuse 500$ for the night because in her words "I wasn't good tonight."
The John who doesn't wanna fuck & the whore who refuses money.
We laughed about this.
She liked to steal the controller from me to ride Roach when I was playing Witcher 3 and what the hell I was in a relationship!
The reason why I reached out to her in the 1st place was to avoïd that and there I was...
I wrote a shit review on an online escort site where she was featured saying she puked on me to sabotage everything and it worked.
I hope she's doing well.