Why i became a companion? i always was intriguered by double lives, people with polished exteriors and beautifully messy interiors.
Early on i decided to own that duality of a double secret life. i guess it goes back to my first boyfriend, coming from an oriental background, i was not allowed to meet, talk, or date boys, Well you guessed it, of course i made it a hobby then. that’s when i learned to be able for me to live, i had to rebel.
I grew from sneaking into the back of my school building for a kiss, into sneaking in a hotel with my high louboutins and no underwear, that blood rush, that excitement, that electricity, i guess dopamine-spike would be the today neurological term for it.
i loved lingerie, and sexy garments, had my first piece when i was 15, and my first toy at 19, which i hid in my closet of course PS: I STILL OWN THAT TOY, and it still works 😛
I entered this world not really knowing what to expect, beyond the idea that my secret double life would be all there was to it. That, and probably a few orgasms.
What I didn’t anticipate was everything that happens behind closed doors. Learning more about men than I ever planned to. Gaining a front-row seat to their desires, egos, silences and discovering an unexpected taste for fine wine and caviar. Is it a blessing or a curse? I’m still deciding. But the wine is excellent so far.