Many of my clients book my services for the evening because it’s a special occasion. Sometimes it’s a promotion, sometimes it can even be to celebrate an anniversary. Often though, it’s a birthday. It doesn’t need to be a special milestone – sometimes a man just fancies treating himself on his special day. Booking a Kensington escort is an easy way of spicing up an evening and having a birthday to remember. My last appointment was one of those – and it was with a new client.

I got the call saying that I was to meet Daniel the following evening at a top London hotel. He was turning 35 that day, and wanted to celebrate in style. The plan was to have a few drinks in the bar, share a meal and then head back to the suite he’d booked for an evening of fun. It sounded like it was going to be a great evening, and I found myself counting down the hours soon after the call had ended.

Daniel was a fan of brunettes, which was why the agency recommended me in the first place. That wasn’t his only specification though. He wanted his date to wear some matching black underwear under her dress – and luckily, I had bought myself a new set just days before. What better occasion could I have for its first outing? When the time came to leave for my date, I slipped on a fitted red dress that accentuated my figure. It would be sure to keep Daniel’s mind on what was underneath!

When we met in the hotel bar, I was taken aback by just how handsome he was. Tall, dark-haired and wearing what looked like a very expensive suit, he was the epitome of a stylish, wealthy London bachelor. He greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, his hand coming to rest on the small of my back. “You look beautiful,” he said, and I couldn’t help but blush. I could tell by the way he looked at me that he liked what he saw.

Time seemed to fly by as we shared a drink and then a delicious meal. As we were finishing our food, I decided to be bold and trace my foot along Daniel’s calf. His answering look told me one thing – we’d be heading up to his room straight away. As we headed to the lift, his hand came to rest at the small of my back again – and this time, it was a touch full of intent.

When we did get back to his room, Daniel wasted no time in taking off my dress, eager to see if I had worn what he’d requested. As the dress hit the floor, he hummed in approval, reaching out to brush his fingers against my collarbone – and then edging lower, and lower still. Smiling, I moved his hand away and held it in my own for a second. “Don’t you want your birthday present?” I asked him. The way he kissed me answered that question very clearly. That night, Daniel told me I was the best escort in Kensington, and you know what? I think he is right!