The good, the bad, and the femme fatale
Isabelle wasn't in the script. In pondering how things would play out with my promise-a-second Paris client, I hadn't anticipated [...]
His adorable shyness
We're all shaped by our past. Long before I began working as an escort, I was a dancer in Los [...]
Talking sense to judgment
An elite British boarding school that costs your parents £40,00 a year is too often posh in name only. The [...]
Embodying a dream
How I came to be a London escort is much ado about a farm. Not a comfortably conventional opening gambit [...]