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AUDIOBOOK: An Escort's Diary: A Fucking Fabulous Tale By Madison James

July 24, 2019

 

 

 

 

I've really been looking forward to sharing my first audio book with you. 'A Fucking Fabulous Tale' is a detailed account of a client's first meeting with me and the sparks that ensued. This is an updated and much steamier and altogether sexier version of a piece I wrote back in March 2017. I hope you enjoy. 

 

A big thank you to the client who granted me permission to share a fucking fabulous tale of our erotic adventure. Free download available, and of course, you're welcome to share. Enjoy.

 

 

 

 

 

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An Escort's Diary:

A Fucking Fabulous Tale

 

By Madison James (Updated 24.07.2019)

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was a Tuesday morning when I received the call, which was unusual, even more so that I answered the phone as my head was still buried under my duvet. Half dreaming and no where near recovered from the night before I heard a well spoken (and somewhat nervous) lady ask for ‘Madison’ – her request fired off to my brain, rattled around for a bit and then I began to form a semi-coherent response as I realised this was a new client call.

 

With a deep clearing of the throat lined with alcohol, I answered ‘Hi, Madison speaking, who’s calling please?’ She introduced herself and explained why she was contacting me. For the purpose of client anonymity I’ll refer to her randomly as ‘Mrs. B’.

 

Mrs. B stated that I’d been recommended to her by a mutual acquaintance (a client) who informed her of my services as a male escort. There was nothing unusual about this so I asked her how I could help. She was clearly nervous but after some reassurance she gathered up the courage to tell me that she wanted to meet for dinner in the evening.

 

‘Which evening?’ I wondered as I was probably going to be laid up in bed for most of the morning/afternoon. She told me she had already reserved a table at a swanky restaurant in Mayfair and wanted me to accompany her.

 

Let me weigh this up quickly I thought to myself, my powers of deduction were all but shot to shit at that time of the morning but she had already told me that the table was booked, which I assume was not originally for me. Now this well spoken, mature sounding woman was probably married to a busy husband who was unable to attend, and the fact that she was calling me indicated that she was probably unsatisfied in other areas too.

 

These were assumptions on my part but they turned out to be true, well for the most part – it wasn’t a husband; it was a long-term partner. What also turned out to be true was the fact that this woman hadn’t had a genuine orgasm in the company of someone else for months. I should point out that this only became apparent later on as it’s not something a woman usually blurts out over the phone when speaking to a perfect stranger.

 

My intention was to take the evening off and spend time with a friend of mine who was in town for a few days and wanted to hang out. Most of my job focuses on pleasing others, which I thoroughly enjoy but every now and then it’s nice to be able to do nothing at all.

 

Mrs. B was fully aware of my services and my particular interests in BDSM but she wasn’t interested in any of that. She wanted to book me for 5 hours this evening for dinner and company, and was willing to send her driver to pick me up. Now 5 hours is a long time to sit and eat, even for a foodie like myself so I assumed she’d be wanting more which was fine with me.

 

I meet a lot of rich women in this line of work but I’m a sucker for a well spoken lady with a sexy voice. We discussed the details of our evening including how she wanted me to dress. She requested that I arrive in a crisp black shirt, 2 buttons open, non cuffed, smart/casual Blazer jacket, fitted trousers, (not skinny) and for the shoes, she asked me to surprise her which is just as well as I'm very particular about footwear.

 

I also asked about her favourite food, her sense of style, the fragrances that she really loves, the music she listens to, the titles on her bookshelf and anything else that would help me understand the woman I’d be spending the evening with.

 

We spoke for about half an hour on the phone and then agreed to meet up later that evening at 7pm sharp. She offered to send her driver to pick me up again but I politely declined; I prefer to make my own way. We said our goodbyes and shortly after a text came through with her name and postcode but by then I had already dozed off again. It wasn’t until I awoke a few hours later that I read her message along with a half a dozen or so missed calls from private numbers that I don’t answer anyway.

 

Right, so I’m up now, still the worse for wear but a good session in the gym helped to straighten me out. Then I made my way to the dry cleaners to pick up a few suits and then get a massage on the way back home from ‘Magic Fingers’. Magic fingers is a good friend of mine who taught me how to give an amazing Tantric massage which I'm still perfecting. She’s super hot but as I’d be out with a client later that night, I never have sex before work – but her massage is orgasmic in it’s own right.

 

Fast forward to the evening and I arrive at Mrs. B’s address, which is in a gated community somewhere in central London. I’m always slightly early when meeting a client so I rang the intercom and waited for her to buzz me in. Now usually I’d ask a client whom I’d never met before to send me a picture but as she was referred to me by a ‘mutual acquaintance’ I over looked it on this occasion.

 

This is one of the reasons why I've worked as an independent escort for so many years instead of joining an agency. I’ve been with escort agencies before in the past and I’ve never really been a fan of their client selection process. I call a spade a spade, I’m a high class male escort who charges up to £2,500 a night but if I don't feel any chemistry with the client there's really no point in taking the job.

 

Fortunately for me, a large majority of the women whom I meet 'professionally' I connect with in some way. They usually have something sexy, quirky or cute about them physically or mentally and I tend to be drawn to that. I know many male (and female) escorts who’d take the money regardless, close their eyes and think of Beyoncé but that doesn’t work for me. I'd rather not take a client's money unless I felt I was able to give her what she wanted.

 

Mrs. B answered the intercom, "Hi Madison, come in." 

 

I pushed the heavy metal gate which swung open on its hinges and I made my way in past a shiny black Range Rover and a black Aston Martin DB9 to a white house with a large black door. Straight away I knew what perfume she was wearing before she opened the door. It was Shalimar by Guerlain, I knew because I’m a perfume addict with a ridiculous fragrance collection of my own so I pay close attention to things like this.

 

A fragrance says a lot about a person and I already had a good idea of what she’d be like. I expected her to be very well dressed, stylish and in her mid 40’s with long dark hair, olive skin, looking something like Nigella Lawson.

 

Turns out I was wrong, she had short hair like Audrey Hepburn, her style was more quirky than chic but by all accounts she was very pleasing to the eye, more like Melanie Sykes. She was about 5'9, I could tell she gymed, had lovely teeth, smooth skin and she’d had her lips done (and maybe a few other bits but I wasn’t sure).

 

She invited me in through a long hallway lined with art work that lead to her open plan kitchen and her dining room. I smiled as I came in and greeted her with a soft kiss on each cheek and a big hug. We hug people every day but this hug was different. Her back arched more than usual for a first embrace and she nestled the side of her face deep in to my chest and held it long enough for me to notice. I wasn’t sure what to make of this, maybe it was my fragrance. I was wearing Chopard Oud Malaki so I knew I smelt good but still, the feeling of her melting in to my arms made my dick instantly hard. I knew I wanted to fuck her right there and then.

 

 

 

 

She poured me a glass of chilled white wine, we chatted for a bit and then she handed me the envelope, then she had her driver drop us to the restaurant where she had a table reserved. Dinner was lovely and we were getting on like a house on fire as she was very open, very sexy but also very lonely. It turns out her partner was a wealthy businessman in the city who was often away. I was the first escort she’d seen so she wasn’t really sure what to expect. What she really wanted was to be noticed, to be desired, and maybe appreciated which seemed to be lacking in her life.

 

I'm not one to judge but this is increasingly common in this day and age. Being a male escort is very different to a female escort, you’re catering for a completely different market with very different demands in most cases. When a man hires a female escort it’s generally because he wants sex, I find when a woman hires a male escort it’s usually for the company and attention and if it feels right then she’ll want more - but not always. Like I said before, sometimes she just wants a good hard fuck and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. If that's how you feel, own it.

 

We sat and spoke for about an hour and a half whilst eating dinner. I loved the shoes she was wearing - black strappy open toe 5 inch stilettos with a gold plate on the back of the heel. She had her legs crossed and extended towards me. I could see the arch of her instep which always reminds me of women's feet when she experiences a toe curling orgasm.

 

 

 

 

 

We spoke about attraction, desire, lust, life, fantasies, ambition, failures, sexuality, weird habits, weirdos, nice locations to visit, Candy Crush and last but not least, when she’d last been touched. I don’t mean masturbation, I mean when she last had someone touch her body in a way that made her feel wanted. It turns out Mrs. B hadn’t been touched in that way in months, she’d actually forgotten what it felt like. This is something I come across a lot and to be honest, it’s a large part of the reason why I have a job.

 

By the time the driver dropped us back to her home Mrs. B was clearly in the mood for sex. Her tone of voice, her body language, the look in her eyes, not to mention the 2 large glasses of wine she’d consumed during dinner which all indicated that she wanted me deep inside her.

 

She's not silly, she knows women pay me to sleep with them and it’s my job to make them feel desired but I guess the reason why I came recommended is because I genuinely enjoy pleasing women and my emotions are real. Obviously she’s paying me for an experience but I’d always be honest and upfront with a client if I felt I wasn't the right escort for her. If the connection feels right, it’s very natural for me to express that emotion, even with someone who I’ve just met. Expressing affection has always come naturally to me so I tend to go with the flow and let desire lead the way.

 

Mrs. B invited me up to her bedroom and told me to make myself comfortable whilst she had a shower. There was steam bellowing out of the bathroom and I could smell her vanilla scented shower gel, which smelt gorgeous. She emerged out of the bathroom wrapped in a large white towel. As she came in to view amidst the steam that was quickly evaporating around her, she revealed an amazing body with beautiful curves. Clearly her personal trainer was worth every penny. I couldn’t wait to feel her and that’s exactly what I did for the next half an hour or so.

 

I lay her down flat on her stomach on the super sized bed in the center of the room. Then I gently stroked her body and asked her to focus on her breathing and relax – nothing else. I started with a soft feather light touch, which glided over the beads of water still resting on her back.

 

I unwrapped her towel fully to reveal her shapely figure as I leaned in around her neck to inhale the warm vanilla scent that surrounded her. She stopped breathing momentarily in anticipation of my next move. I continued gliding my hands softy around her body watching to see how she responded. I stroked her from head to toe occasionally squeezing and gently scratching certain parts like her inner thigh and around her midriff but I avoided her erogenous zones for now. Her hips started to roll in response as she let out a muted, almost guilty moan of forbidden pleasure.

 

I took some scented oil and slowly started to drip it on to parts of her body from the base of her neck, along the grooves of her spine, in between her thighs and down to her pedicured feet. She tensed up ever so slightly in response to each drop as the cold oil trickled down following the natural curves of her body. She froze with the arch in her back even more exaggerated and her legs spread apart revealing her juicy swollen pussy that was dripping wet with clear fluid. I ran my fingers over the lips of her pussy and savoured the taste as my tongue wrapped around my finger licking it dry.

 

I told her to imagine channeling her energy to different areas of her body as I touched her. I took my time massaging the pressure points on her feet slowly working my way up her back. By this time I could see that she was completely aroused and finding it difficult to keep still. She was like a beautiful instrument that had been left on the shelf gathering dust just waiting to be played. I slowly turned her over to see the look on her face, which was already flushed red from the blood and endorphins pumping through her body. She had a tear in her eye and was holding my hand tightly against her stomach as she smiled up at me.

 

 

 

 

 

I asked her what was wrong and if she wanted me to stop but I already knew the answer to both questions. Mrs. B was experiencing what a lot of women in her position feel when someone like myself takes the time to appreciate them after such a long period of neglect. Nurturing this emotion in a woman like Mrs. B gives her the confidence to embrace her femininity and express it freely. She smiled and apologised feeling a little embarrassed but I told her there was no need. It’s good for us to tune in to these feelings so I encouraged her to let go and not worry about anything.

 

Crying is so inherently linked to pain and misery that we automatically try to stem the flow and in doing so we sometimes miss the nuances that can also take place. Mrs. B was experiencing an overwhelming sense of feeling desired which brought in to contrast what she had been missing in her life for so long.

 

After giving her a warm hug I continued but this time I directed my movement towards her erogenous zones, gently running my hands past her breast, down her stomach and on to the lips of her vagina which was already dripping wet. There’s something extremely erotic and primal about a woman in this state, full of feminine energy coursing through her veins just waiting to erupt. She took hold of my wrist and tried to guide my fingers inside but I stopped her and made my way up her body following every curve with my warm breath until I reached the side of her neck. “Not yet” I whispered softly in her ear to which she responded with a deep sigh in an attempt to relieve the sexual tension.

 

Now that I knew she felt safe and relaxed I decided to take her a little further down the rabbit hole. Again I told her to focus on her breathing but this time she was to close her eyes and follow my soft kisses moving around her entire body. As I inhaled and exhaled deeply I could see her body responding to me like ocean waves coming back and forth with increased intensity.

 

Her involuntary reactions as she felt me move past her midriff, along her pelvis and then down towards her inner thighs seriously turned me on. I played with this sensation going back and forth and with one hand wrapped firmly around her neck she suddenly felt my wet tongue softly massaging her swollen clit. She moaned and ran her hands over my head and down my neck with an intense exhalation of sexual energy that had probably been building up for a very very long time. I felt her juices all over my tongue as I explored her pussy from the outside in. The further I went, the wetter she became and the throbbing sensation pumping through my dick was so intense it started to ache.

 

I licked, teased and frustrated her until she was so close to orgasm that she had lost all composure. She was wild and untamed and ready to release but again I decided to take her a little further. I began massaging her midsection and working my way around her body until she was able to control herself again. I really enjoyed watching her in this state, she was so in tune with her feminine energy and now felt comfortable enough to share that with me openly. When you consider that we had only known each other for three or four hours and we were able to connect on that kind of level tells me that we have an innate primal response when pure masculine and feminine energy connect.

 

Now with my tongue wrapping around her clit and my finger inserted in her vagina angled upwards towards her g-spot I could feel her entire body tense up. She let out an uncontrolled gasp of ecstasy that had found its way to the surface. This was such a beautiful orgasm to witness and I genuinely enjoyed sharing that experience with her. By now Mrs. B wanted to fuck, her eyes were glazed over and I could see she wanted me deep inside her. As I gently entered her world she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in even deeper - she felt fucking amazing!

 

As I stroked her insides I told her to contract her pc muscles (pubococcygeus) so she could intensify the experience and control the sensation of my dick inside her more. I took my time feeling every inch of her pussy to discover what she liked and where she liked it. When I found a sweet spot I teased her with it by making her wait in anticipation of my next thrust. Moving forward, slowly pulling back, circling, stopping half way, pausing to torment her, then sinking deep in to her wet juicy pussy. She threw her head back and let out a loud exhalation of delight as she surrendered to my will and the feeling of my throbbing cock that completely filled her world.

 

I was so deep that she clasped her legs around my waist and pushed her hand hard against my chest to keep me at bay. But before long she was pulling me even deeper inside her telling me to fuck her harder as she gyrated her hips back and forth. With my hand placed firmly around her neck and my slow, deep deliberate stroke I snarled like an animal daring her to repeat what she just said.

 

At that very moment, Mrs. B came again but this time she slapped me in the face so hard that I growled and bit her neck in response. I felt her entire pussy swell up around my dick as I continued to thrust slow and deep in exactly the same place that drove her crazy. She was so aroused that she came all over her black sheets - fucking beautiful. I was momentarily in 3rd person just enjoying the feral look on her face and the feeling of her throbbing pussy as it pulsated around my cock.

 

I pushed her on to her side and spread her legs wide apart as if she was about to run 100 meters. My dick was still throbbing and I wanted to fuck her even more than when we first started as I still hadn't released my orgasm - and I didn't intend too. As I entered her again with her ankles held firmly by each hand, I aimed right for her g-spot. She clutched her stomach, gritted her teeth and let out all manner of expletives, some of which I couldn't even understand.

 

 

 

 

Then all of a sudden, with the dexterity of an olympic gymnast she moved on top and started to ride me like a woman possessed. She grabbed my face and used my head to pivot her body around my cock as I stroked her insides exactly where she wanted. After 5 minutes of intense penetration her entire body started to shake as she panted heavily and came for the last time. Even recalling this moment makes me hard and wet with the memories of how it felt to see her so aroused and empowered.

 

Mrs. B finally realised that from the moment we met I was focused on tuning in to her and understanding what pushed her buttons and how best to fulfil her desires. This is not just a case of me giving her what she wants, exactly when she wants it. It’s a case of me giving her what she wants when all her senses are tingling and crying out for release because this is when it’s the most enjoyable. When I was inside her she could feel me doing exactly that and every cell in her body responded to it.

 

We lay in bed with her head on my chest as she played with my dick which was still semi-erect. She seemed curious as she wrapped her hand around it and watched the clear pre-cum appear at the tip. She ran her finger over it, licked it dry and then kissed me intensely.

 

 It was soon time for me to leave but Mrs. B had other plans.

 

“Aghh, you're so fucking sexy, will you stay? - I'll cover your time of course..."

 

Most women in this situation do feel a sense of reality kick in because as much as I'm affectionate and caring, I’m still paid to be there. Having said that, no amount of money could have taken her to the places she visited during our time together. I could have just given Mrs. B good sex and she’d have been satisfied because she wouldn't know any different but the reason why I do what I do, is the reason why I became an escort in the first place.

 

I enjoy nurturing a woman’s sexual desires and allowing them to open up and embrace it - this is what turns me on. I’m not suited to all women and that’s ok because I know and understand the type of clients I want to inhabit my world. Mrs. B and myself spent the remainder of the night sleeping comfortably with our bodies intwined in her oversized bed, which probably felt a lot cosier to her than it had done in a long time.

 

She awoke early the next morning with a beaming sun peeking through her blinds and the warm wet feeling of my tongue occasionally swirling around her clit. I had my head comfortably nestled on her thigh like a pillow. Her other leg rested over my shoulder with her hands instinctively finding their way to the back of my head as she inhaled deeply and came to her senses. She moaned and stretched like a cat feeling so content in the moment we just lay there.

 

After about 10 minutes or so she pulled me up between her legs and kissed me passionately as she savoured the tastes of her own pussy. I slid back inside her and lay completely still as our tongues danced and teased each other. We could have totally fucked all afternoon but the day had begun and it was time for me to go.

 

Naked, she wobbled to her feet, hopped out of bed and disappeared  downstairs. A few moments later I joined her as she handed me a green tea and called me a cab. We sat around the kitchen table waiting as I listened to her express to me how much she enjoyed last night. I’ve been here many times before with many women but everyone is different and it's never the same.

 

My cab soon arrived and Mrs. B walked me to the door and gave me another warm full-bodied hug but this time she cupped my head firmly in her hands and gave me a sensual kiss on the lips. “Thank you Madison” was all she said with a look of realisation in her eyes. I gave her a smile, pulled the door behind me and hopped in my cab. As my driver weaved his way through traffic I zoned out and relaxed amidst the hustle and bustle of central London on a Wednesday morning.

 

Every client has their own story to tell, their own desires and their own way of expressing themselves. I'm truly grateful to be able to experience that with them. That's one of the reasons why I enjoy what I do so much. But right now I'm looking forward to heading straight back under my duvet to catch up on some much needed rest.

 

 

Peace and Love,

 

Madison x

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Privacy Note: Names and locations have been changed to protect client confidentiality.

Safe Sex Note: I always practice safe sex and never participate in penetrative intercourse without protection. I also receive regular check ups as do all responsible sex workers

- always practice safe sex.

 

 

 

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