Can it really work?

Most escorts will tell you not to fall for clients, I learned my lesson the hard way, well perhaps not the hard way but certainly the expensive way... I got carried away with my fancy for a hot client and have ended up short changed.

It all started about two months ago when I received a call from a man with a lovely Welsh accent, he told me he was looking for an appointment with me today in Edinburgh. Purely because of his voice I was totally up for it, but unfortunately I had to decline because I had other plans. I tried to reschedule it for later that day but he was due to catch a flight back to London in the afternoon.. He informed me that he is not in Edinburgh very often and hinted that we probably would not be rescheduling our meeting. I was slightly annoyed but I got over it after about twenty minutes, or maybe thirty at the most..

I was pleasantly surprised the next morning when I received a text from him, "I missed my flight and had to stay in Edinburgh another night, have the day off, wanna meet?"
I replied as soon as I could with an obvious yes and we agreed to meet around lunchtime at his hotel in Edinburgh. I quickly showered, shaved and moisturized and I was soon on a train Edinburgh bound. I got off at Waverly station and walked out to his hotel which happened to be very handy, it was the 5* Balmoral hotel which is located two minutes from Waverly Station. I walked past the reception, I am always a little nervous walking into a new hotel for the first time because I never know where the lifts are and I get self-conscious about the staff "clocking" me. I found the lift and soon arrived at his room. I knocked the door with baited breath.

He opened the door and I was stunned at how hot he was! He was about 32 years old, amazing dark eyes, short brown hair, and a charming smile. As he welcomed me in I felt this little bolt of smugness run through my body. He was wearing a light blue Ralph Lauren shirt and fitted cream chinos, he looked like he could easily be one of those gorgeous preppy polo players you see on American television.

I walked through the room and we sat in a seating area, there was a bottle of Italian Prosecco sitting on ice and he promptly opened it on my approval and poured two glasses, after handing me my envelope. We chatted for a little while about his work, he was some sort of professional, I think it was something to do with merchandise, I wasn't really paying much attention to that. He asked me about my work, simply out of fascination, I talked candidly to him about it and felt totally comfortable with the situation. It was actually him who suggested I start this diary!.. Anyway after some nice conversation that could of went on all day he looked at his watch, worried he wouldn't get to "have fun" in the hour session he had booked. I was more than happy to stop the conversation and felt my heart skip as he invited me into the bedroom.

He took his shirt off and he had the classic hot body of an early thirties man, a bit of chest hair, a tight stomach and strong defined arms. He helped take my top off and we kissed a lot and held eachother tight in, I didn't need to close my eyes.

He only wanted to do oral, but it was still amazing. I kept sucking and he warned me he was about to climax soon, normally I would move my mouth away asap with a client but not this time, I wanted it. We both climaxed then lay on the bed somewhat exhausted. I didn't want our session to end and neither did he but I headed into the shower and cleaned up. I came back into the bedroom to get changed and he suggested we go to lunch. I knew I had already been paid but I didn't care, he was hot and it was a free lunch in one of Edinburgh's finest restaurants.

We went downstairs and he ordered the table, I was in my element being with him and admired how good looking he was as he ordered the drinks. We enjoyed a delicious lunch and the conversation continued, it turns out he stays in London with his boyfriend, he did not discuss this boyfriend too much but I assumed there must be trouble if he is calling escorts... I took my time finishing desert so that I could make this lunch date last, but I knew it was coming to a close. He walked me down to the train station and we exchanged a firm handshake and one last smiling gaze before I left for the platform.

It was perfect, he texted me to tell me how much he enjoyed our "date", I knew it was just an appointment, but I liked the word date and responded with a foolish:
"Me too i like u :) x"
This text led to more texts and we agreed that we should meet again soon "as mates." I was up for this, maybe he would leave his boyfriend and we could start something! I even told him my real name.

We have met twice since then for drinks and food, and ended up in bed together each time. It was after our meeting on Monday (more than three months ago) I realised that he is not going to leave his boyfriend, he just likes me for a bit of fun and I have been giving it out for free!

I have lost out on what would of been a sexy and lucrative client, I can't start charging him again now, but at the same time I'm not prepared to be his bit on the side. I am not totally heartbroken its not like I was in love with him or anything, I just thought he was pretty hot and forgot about his (and mines) motivation for our initial meeting... What a waste!.. oh well!

Lesson is, never get carried away by lust for a client, its just business!