With a bit too much down-time over the last few days (sitting on my butt in a hospital room) I have had time to mull over a particular insinuation that haunts the "escort industry" and is an aspect of focus in the
"Alexa Affair" -- that escorts cannot repeatedly, the majority of the time, in reality, have self-fullfilling sex-capades with clients.
I admit, I've had quite a bit of mediocre random sex; but back then my goal was not self-fulfilling quality sex, it was getting back in the game after having come out of Mourning for my husband. It was during this stage that I made my first, last, only "tour" to a city not far from my home-base -- it was a less than satisfying experience and a memory I should put down in writing -- some day.
Mind you, even though the mass majority of the sex during that phase was mediocre for me, there was some crazy good sex mixed in - most often with the regular gentleman friend. It was later, after my last pregnancy, when I started targeting elite-gentlemen, that the personally satisfying quality of the sex lept up across the board. In all honesty, there wasn't a stitch of mediocre in the lot -- but, I believe, there's a definite reason why.
The "elitist" phase is what I refer to as the "Fallon Delicio Days." FDD was a period where I calculated the finest of screening details in order to meet only the uber-compatible gentleman (admittedly my minimum time-block was 3 hours with a commensurate fee for my time, but the detailed screening, among other things, was highly laborious). I put into effect a secure contact form; an encrypted send and receive email system; "Non-Disclosure Agreement," an unheard of in the industry, well outside of the box, identity privacy policy and screening process; a mandatory deposit requirement; and a behavioral and intimate profiling worksheet that took most potential clients an hour or more to complete -- not to forget the financial outlay on my part for the marketing campaign just to
potentially put myself under the nose of the person I wanted to bear my sexuality to. And, I succeeded, magnificently so -- the men were phenomenal, the sex was self-fulfilling for me and absolutely amazing.
With these men I shared not only their views of sexuality, romance, and ego-stroking but also an inquisitive look into their kinks, muddling in fetishes, and dabbling in bedroom BDSM, but, the best part, MY need to seduce, and I mean really seduce, tease, torment, flirt, and share My romantic albeit less than "normal" sexual desires. Never once, during or after an encounter, was I shunned, told or made to feel like I was a phreak, or any other adverse reaction to my sexuality. That's not to say there weren't a couple of hickups here and there, but I screened my introductions for compatibility so painfully that I
believed knew they were ready to giggle as they rolled with the punches, and not sweat the bumps, but embrace the challenges that may occur -- you could say I screened to ensure the FDD experience was what they were up for.
And you see, here I sit reflecting, the old-world-style Mistress of the best of the best of those, the best, of men -- with a personally satisfying sex life that would make any man or woman green with envy. Got my cake and I'm eating it too!