I am an adventurer and in my clique of friends, I was the only one that was different. The remaining six had a more conserved mind. They stuck to what they knew and avoided what they did not know like a plague. There was a day that Marcy brought a celebrity magazine and there was an article about male companions. I scanned through and the lady had a lot of good things to say about male companions. It spiked my interest. I was sure immediately, I began to sing it like a song to my friends.
“You don’t believe everything you see on paper”, Marcy tried to talk me down and Trish threw her voice in.
They knew me better that it was obvious to them that a few negative words would not turn me down the moment I had set my mind on hiring male companions. There has been a previous incident a few years ago when we had gone out to have good fun in one of the restaurants. When the menu was served, they picked popular dishes while I scanned through the menu and settled for the odd meal. They were astonished. They protested and for what seemed like 15 minutes, the waiter, a handsome young man probably in his late twenties had to stand with his hand behind his back and waited for us without trying to interfere. The meal was served. It was a Chinese menu of reptiles, amphibians and vegetables. I felt disgusted. I took the first spoon and struggled to gulp it down. They looked at me as if I would die the next minute. The meal actually tasted better than it looked. It was well spiced and I could not differentiate it from a chicken. My face brightened and I invited them to have a bite but they declined and called me a weirdo. There have been other similar incidences when they have tried to talk me down and I refused – and the most interesting part was that I always ended up successful in the end. After the male companions talk went on for a while, they gave up.
The meal actually tasted better than it looked. It was well spiced and I could not differentiate it from a chicken. My face brightened and I invited them to have a bite but they declined and called me a weirdo. There have been other similar incidences when they have tried to talk me down and I refused – and the most interesting part was that I always ended up successful in the end. After the male companions talk went on for a while, they gave up.
“Stop pushing your luck,” Trish said, “male companions could be the last of your luck.”
I stuck out a teeny part of my tongue and flashed it at her, “Let’s see about that. Male companions here we go”.
From that day all my preparations were geared towards getting full details about male companions. The secret to my success over my friends is that I take my time to research well before taking my decisions. I scanned through a couple of male escort agencies and found out that some are better than the other. I read reviews, read articles over the next three weeks. The day I told my friends about how much I have learned about male escorts, they seemed uninterested even though the last thing they would do is talk you down. I went back and after lots of deliberations and considerations, I picked one of the male companions that would probably be in his late twenties. I liked dealing with men that are not older than me by more than five years.
When he came around, I introduced him to my friends and they flashed fake smiles just for the sake of courtesies. I could read it from their eyes. Trish was the only one who was bold enough to whisper in my ears, “Of all the male companions, you decided to pick this one that is not even muscular”. I pushed her away and we smiled. I dressed up and left with my male companion. We visited a couple of places, ate, drank and had mad fun in parks. When it was evening, we went to the hotel and I could not stop screaming for the two plus hours we spent in the hotel room. He did all you can think of on me and I could not ask him to stop. I wanted him to go on. After a couple of orgasms, we dressed up and had one last deep kiss before I waved him goodbye.
When I returned that night with uncontrolled laughter, they were eager to hear my story but I refused to share. Of what good would it be? I told myself.