Everyone might think that just because I am an independent escort in London all things crazy happen to me all the time.

That’s not really true. There can be long stretches of time when nothing truly galactic happens to me to justify a blog. So I wait. Inspiration comes unexpectedly and sometimes it turns one’s gaze to the past.

I was at the gym about to begin another session with my personal trainer when I saw a big colored man walk around the room with a huge chain around his neck. I asked Gentian my PT whether that man wears his chain every time he is on the gym floor. Gentian sometimes speaks naughty to me which delights me no end. He told me that the only thing that chain reminds him of is Torture Garden, the London swing fetish sex parties. Hmm that’s an excellent tease I thought, but I went back in time and decided to tell him my own little story.

My PT doesn’t know what I do for work but he knows that I go both ways, men, ladies, I play hot games with either. I begun by telling him that I’ve never been to Torture Garden, I find those parties messy, but I have been quite a few times to Killing Kittens. I find KK cleaner, always at a nice big townhouse with several bathrooms (as well as bedrooms) where men and ladies can clean. Hygiene is of paramount importance to me.

After KK I turned to SC, or Skirt Club. Ladies Only Sex Parties.

A couple of hours before my Last ladies only sex party some of us ladies met at a pub nearby to have a drink, to chat away in a calmer environment, to connect a little before walking to the much bigger party venue across the road. We were perhaps fifteen ladies, all of them available to undress with me eventually. But there was a single girl behind the bar, working at the pub, and she caught my attention more than anyone. She was in her late twenties I’d say, a beautiful tall elegant lean body, a colored girl of a darker complexion, clearly a lesbian. There was a mystery around her that drew me and I wasn’t able to think of anything else all evening.

She was a different deal. She was not a member of the sex party club, she was an outsider and I had to work for her. Chat her up. Get out of my comfort zone and try to catch her. Not something I do every day. With men it’s easy. Men are simple, men think sex all the time, I can chat up a man and I love the hunt, but girls strike me different. I have perhaps made a move towards a lady only twice in my life. I speak here of my life outside of the threesomes I enjoy all the time professionally. I was this close to leaving the girls and crossing the room to speak to this very intriguing bartender. But I didn’t. I was surrounded by ladies with whom I didn’t need to make much effort, ice was already broken between us from the start, why choose a separate path now and pick the unknown. I didn’t have that courage. I lacked the resolve, I was out with my girlfriends, I picked the easy route within SC.

But my whole evening ended in that moment. I followed the group, got to the party where I saw fifty, sixty other girls in all different stages of undress, easy to get to, offered to me on a tray if you will. But none of them made the tiniest effect on me, there was no chase, no effort, no mystery, no long drawn game of flirt or real discovery of anyone, all of that was eliminated within those walls, I could just approach a lady, try kiss her and I would nine out of ten times be able to do it.

The near total availability of it put me off. I realized I couldn’t care less. I thought of the bartender, of how much she’d excited me, of the more interesting and daring game of creating a new connection moved by carnal interest and starting from zero, the unpredictable, the exiting of what we know, to dare improvise even if there is danger of looking completely funny or silly. I understood that I prefer that to “the more the merrier”, “eat as much as you like” party scenario.

I found a place to sit around the big room and just watched for some time. That, I admit, is always very beautiful. How free are women. How beautiful are they in this shameless dive into pleasure, how different to men.

After a few hours I went home. The pub by then was already closed. I now don’t even remember where exactly in London it is. I never improved on my courage with ladies outside of my professional life, but that was my Last Ladies Only Sex Party.