Escort’s Confession: I Love What I Do

We would like to share with you life experience of one of our escorts who is telling the guy she loves about her profession in escorting and confessing him an escort loves what she does. Can you guess the reaction of this lucky guy? 


Well, as I said in the previous post, I fell in love in 2014. Most people are fascinated by the concept of Lilyfields London model escorts falling in love. Aren’t we all hard-hearted after all, and driven only by money and what we can earn?

Or are we actually the stereotyped tarts with hearts?!

I thought about it for a long time. It kept me awake at night – thinking about how I was going to explain to my new man about what I do for a living. I had already lied – or not so much lied as lied by omission by letting him think that the small bit of personal training I do is actually how I make a living.

As if… Say, I charged the going rate of 50 pounds an hour for personal training and I had four clients a day, I’d still not make half as much money and I’d be working much harder. Lilyfields model escorts in London are much better at the work/life balance, I reckon.

But anyway… I bit the bullet. I sat my new man down, I poured him a glass of wine and I started in a roundabout way.

“What do you think of me?”

I won’t make myself look boastful by listing all the things he said, but everything he said was positive and favourable, so the next question was:

“Do you think you could change your opinion about me?”

He assured me that his judgement was right and he was almost 100 per cent certain that he wouldn’t change his opinion.

“Well, I need to tell you something. The thing is… I don’t make that much money from personal training.”

“I know.”

“What?!” I spluttered. Of all the things he could have said then, that was not expected.

“Look,” he said, “I worked out that you couldn’t be making that much money from personal training and I thought about your working hours and… I thought about escorts in London and I put two and two together. But I knew you needed to work out if you could trust me properly before you told me. And now I know you can.”

Well, well. That did not go as expected at all. We left it at that, but I know we are going to have to talk about it again at some point and of course he is going to wonder how I separate my working life and my home life.

But good signs so far don’t you reckon?