I have a black and white canvas in my apartment here in Chelsea. It hangs directly above the bed, stretching from one side of the bedstead to the other. The image is of Marilyn Monroe pouting sensuously into the camera, and many of my clients comment on it. They tell me that she is the epitome of all that is womanly. I like to hear this because it reminds me that men like curves, and I dip in and out like an hourglass
My male friends here in London constantly remind me that men do not enjoy making love to a woman with corners. Whenever I refuse a pudding or complain my jeans are getting a fraction too snug, they leer crudely at my bottom. Within seconds, someone has commented on it, giving them something to hold on to. That’s not to say that I don’t look after myself; a high-endondonescort has to care about her appearance, and if you know anything about me by now, it’s that I am a tad vain. It’s just that I’m not struggling to maintain a size zero frame. If I dropped down to a Victoria Beckham figure, I would disappear. Just because it looks good on her doesn’t mean I want to copy it.
Being fuller in the bust and hips also gives me a broader choice in lingerie. I enjoy lacy Basques and hipster briefs that cover a lot but promise so much. A hint of buttock and deep cleavage set pulses racing more than a thong and peep-hole bra. I suggest what is on offer rather than laying the goods on the table. Don’t understand. I’ve said thongs by the plenty – but I try to be seductive. This Christmas, I have my eye on a balconette Basque. I’m just toying whether I want it in red, champagne or both.
When I look at centuries-old paintings and sculptures, they all depict rounded bosoms, bottoms and tummies. Rubenesque women were admired for being voluptuous,s and these days, a tiny waist and complete look poured into a wiggle dress. But feeling sexy is about attitude. One of my Chelsea escort friends gained more work as she gained a few pounds. She was gorgeous before she went up a dress size and simply beautiful afterwards. She said her confidence soared, and she felt more sensual.T hiss came across her aura as men flocked to her like bees around a honey pot; her dates had gone from the odd Knightsbridge hotel to meals out at exclusive Piccadilly restaurants and celebrity dates at exclusive Casinos. Don’t tell, but her regular GFE is with a premiership footballer!
So, after all the Easter Eggs left from the break, I’m not depriving myself entirely. They are quite deli pretty. I’m well aware of my limits, but if clients like a bit more curve, then who am I to deprive them!!
