My love and attraction for black escorts could be a function of many factors but the deepest of them all is that I find them in possession of something so special that my soul has always been craving for. Although I have booked with London escorts of almost every race, none has ever captured my attention and interests the way the black ones do. This is my story…
My first experience with a black escort happened when I was in college. A brother to one of my best buddies was getting married and I was one of the boys invited to attend his stag do. As was typical with most of the stag do parties in that particular part of London, the groom-to-be had also invited several escorts to “fire up the party and give the boys a good time” as he put in his own words. Being the hedonists that we were, we could not be happier. Although almost every one of these invited Heathrow escorts were white, two were Latino and one was black. Even before the introductions were made, I could feel an instant attraction towards the black escort. From the way she was looking back at me and stealing glances towards me now and then, I could tell that the attraction was mutual. I could not wait for the party to start and once the introductions were made, I strode over to her and we started on some small talk.
I learnt that her name was Clara and that she had been in the London escorting industry for a couple of years. After the initial awkward phase where strangers are at a loss on the right way to steer a conversation, we found ourselves relaxing to each other. We at first touched on innocent
topics such as the weather and politics. Once the drinks were served and our tongues became looser, we touched on more sensitive topics and it felt as if I had finally met my other half. I surprised myself by spilling very private details about my sex life that until then, no one had I ever told. When the party concluded at around one in the morning, I had managed to snug her private contact. I called her the next Sunday and we agreed to meet at her place. I was very nervous because one of my biggest fantasies was on the verge of materializing.
Since I can remember, I had always found black women irresistible though I had never had the opportunity to act on the attraction. This was mostly due to lack of an opportunity as opposed to lack of trying. Growing up in a neighborhood where 99.9% of the residents were white, seeing a person of color was a rarity. It was thus beyond exhilarating when I moved to college where I could easily find plenty of women of color. Because I was still young and in college, all I wanted was some quick fun, hence relationships were out of the question. The easiest way for this was to book escorts. Easier, convenient, no emotions and zero drama. It was thus a dream come true when I met this sexy black escort at the party!
It was on the evening when I finally showed up at her apartment. My jaw almost hit the ground at the sight when she opened her front door and let me in. She looked like a younger Michelle O but shorter. Her black skin was smooth and shiny, and it contrasted deeply with my snow-white skin. Her stoic nature, confidence and a sense of assuredness almost did me in. She was a walking wet dream! Although this was not my first time with an escort, I had never booked a black escort before Clara. She was my first black escort in a string of so many others that I have booked since then. As I write this, I now exclusively go for the very best black escorts. Although I am not in any way alluding that escorts from other races are unattractive, less special, lame, needy, uptight or unassured, there is just something about black escorts that gets me going. Something that other escorts have never managed to capture. May be it is their darker skin? Or their sensuous hips? Whatever it is, I thank every force out there for the existence of black escorts!