Tied up by an escort: The best thing I have ever done

Hiring an escort was the best thing I ever did. Yeah I know it may seem a bit out of the ordinary to say it like that but it was.

See, I never really knew what good sex felt like. I hadn’t really made love before. Ive had around 3 serious relationships in my whole life. I’m in my 40’s now. Never been married. Never had kids.

The sex has always been really plain, really vanilla. Missionary position and the occasional ‘let me do it from behind’.


All of my friends are either married or divorced and don’t really talk about their sex life. When they do I know they’re lying..

Sex is so passionate’, ‘we made love to a power ballad, and he laid out candles’.


I’m a middle aged woman and I can sense bullshit from a mile off.

I overheard a few people talking about hiring an escort and I’ve always wondered how it would be. Would it change the way I see sex? Would it frighten me? Natural reactions of course.

It was the best thing I did. It made me realise I didn’t want to settle for boring sex or mediocre relationships. I want passion and love and warmth and really fucking good orgasms.

The escort I hired was of course, younger than me. I chose him, completely my choice.

It was a good choice.

He was at least 6ft 2, he had the most perfectly chiselled face and his jaw line was sharp.

The light rippled off his muscles, with every movement he made it highlighted how hard he worked on his body.

He wore a white shirt with the first two buttons undone. His trousers were dark blue, hugging his thighs. The black leather belt cemented the ‘I-mean-business kind of look’.

We sat down on the bed. I poured him a drink of course. Whisky maybe? Hotel room of course.

Fuck he was beautiful.

He asked me what I wanted. I told him I didn’t know. I told him I’m fed up of boring sex and told him to ‘excite me’. Fucking hell, I don’t know why I said that.

He gave me a guided tour of his body. He told me to sit back on the bed and watch him. He took his clothes off, unbuttoning his shirt first. He was giving me eye contact throughout. Didn’t know whether I enjoyed it or not. Intense.

He swiped his belt off after loosening the buckle. Big silver buckle.

I stood up and walked over to him. I kept thinking he was an escort, thinking it should halter me but I knew that I wanted him. It didn’t matter at that point.

I unbuttoned his trousers and went to kiss him. He turned his head.


He asked me again what I wanted him to do. I told him again that I didn’t know.

He directed me to the bed. Told me to sit upright against the headboard. He took his belt from the end of the bed and asked me whether I liked to be tied up.

‘Tied up’.

An escort asking me if I liked to be tied up.

Too fucking right.

He took my hands and with his belt tightened them against the bed. My hands were above my head and I felt completely helpless. Not in control. Not making the moves. I loved it.

He pulled down my skirt, pulled down his trousers. He undressed us. I was nervous. Being tied up stops you from trying to control everything.

He showed me a few things. Hell, he did a few things. After a few minutes of letting him touch me wherever he wanted I lost all sense of nervousness. I was tied up. I liked being tied up.

I let him do everything. He was gentle and sensual and sexy. He was an escort.


I was never going to settle for anything less that great after that night. I want to cum every time.

Hiring an escort made me realise that. Plus, I like being tied up.

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