Escort Philomena

We meet down in the lobby, ride up and first pour ourselves something to drink. Probably it all still begins with small talk, a careful sounding-out, small glances and that moment in which you slowly notice whether the chemistry is right. With the right tension, even a short time suddenly feels astonishingly intense. Conversations grow more personal, touches more natural, and at some point the half-forgotten glasses stand on the nightstand while we have long come closer than one would expect after two hours.

Four hours often feel quite different, because suddenly there is enough time to truly arrive. Perhaps we first lie long beside each other, talk, laugh or listen to music. At some point everything becomes slower and at the same time more intense — a massage, shared closeness under the shower, warm skin, that pleasant feeling of no longer having to rush anything. Exactly out of that often grow the evenings that feel light and incredibly sensual at once.

A longer date often begins for me well before the hotel room. Perhaps with a shared dinner, a glass of wine and conversations that slowly grow more personal. Or with a quiet spa evening, blurred warmth, bare skin and that special tension which arises when two people feel ever more natural with each other. Afterwards perhaps a nightcap in a bar, before at some point you ride up together and the evening takes a quite different direction. Precisely this blend of public setting, tension and later intimacy often makes such encounters especially beautiful for me.

Overnight dates sometimes feel almost like a small parallel world. Perhaps we begin with a long dinner, lose ourselves afterwards over a drink in a bar, or simply walk through the city at night until conversations grow more personal and you completely lose the sense of time. When we later arrive at the hotel, everything usually feels so familiar and light that we can hardly hold back. Yet exactly that is often only the beginning. We talk late into the night, laugh a great deal, simply enjoy being together — though I probably keep deliberately sabotaging conversations because I would rather kiss you, tease you or pull myself close to you. And at some point we play this little game until, utterly tired, we fall asleep tightly entwined. In the morning we wake half in a dream, slowly and drowsily savouring this first shared moment before we have even properly opened our eyes. Then a shower together, coffee, and slowly back into reality — with exactly that lovely feeling that will suddenly come back to you later.