Escort

When I got tired of hanging around waiting for bookings to do tantric massage, I enjoyed a stint as a tantric escort. It’s perhaps the role I was most natural at and got me out of the temple and into the world. Strangers would slide me an envelope with £100 in it, to have lunch or a cocktail, and a conversation. And that was it. I loved hearing the men’s stories of loss and longing, simply listening or sharing peak experiences, occasionally encouraging them to take a next step. Then parting without expectation after the negroni or lunch felt complete. It felt like paid dating and restored my faith in men after the heartbreak days. I stopped it as I met someone, and started a relationship. I occasionally wonder if I could do it again? It feels like a mix of coaching and dating, a safe and sensual, non-judgmental cinq-à-sept. Martini optional.