I’ve had this old house for about 15 years and I finally have gotten round to having it renovated. The work was only supposed to take a couple of weeks, but 10 days in I’m about to strangle someone and every time they dig into a wall, they find more work that has to be done. I’m sick of everything being covered in dust and having the water and power cut off randomly throughout the day. I work from home, so it’s making me crazy, but I love my house and had been determined to stick it out.

My wife and I split up before I bought this house. We’re still friends and meet up for drinks and benefits now and again, but for the most part, I have small circle I socialise with. I’ve never been interested in getting married again. Once is enough. Anyway, I’m quite happy with my life. I have my routine and I make decent money. I have some nice investments and I’ll retire by the time I’m 50, which is only a few years off now. I think I’ll go to the Caribbean and open a bar on the beach or something.

For now though, I really need to get my house sorted out. I’ve been living with the 90’s style décor from the previous owners all this time. I just couldn’t be arsed to do it before, but recently, I’ve taken up cooking as a serious hobby and I fancied having a decent kitchen. While doing that, I thought I might as well update the bathrooms and redecorate. I just can’t stay here anymore while the builders are here without going off the rails. So, I decided to book myself into a nice hotel in the West End. It gives me the chance to check out some of the chefs I’ve been following. Only thing is, eating out alone makes me feel like a bit of a saddo. I probably look like one too.

Quite a few years back, in the first couple of years after my divorce, I used to book escorts when I worked out of town. It was a fun little way to alleviate boredom and have a little bit of recreation while I was at it. So, it seemed to be sensible to return to this old habit to find some uncomplicated companionship while enjoying the peace and comfort of getting out of my personal hell of a building site at home.

As it’s been so long, I didn’t really know what sort of escort services were available and reputable these days, so I slipped the hotel concierge a few notes and asked for his recommendation. He gave me a slip of paper with a website for Cleopatra Escorts on it and so I headed up to my room to have a looksee. First thing I noticed is how things have changed. Back in the day, it was all a bit tawdry and mostly classified type ads when you were trying to find an escort. Now it’s all sleek and fancy with great photos and information to help you find the sort of woman you’re looking for.

Bloody hell. Window shopping at its finest. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think of women as objects like that. I have a lot of respect for the ladies who escort. They are providing a much needed service and they get paid pretty well for it too. I treat all women with respect, whatever their jobs or my involvement with them. The other cool thing is that Cleopatra Escorts has a lot of absolutely amazing looking women on its website. So, scrolling through them was a real pleasure.

Eventually I settled on a young lady who looked as different to my ex wife as possible. I just think if she looked like my ex, that would be a bit too weird for me. She is European and speaks a few languages. By all appearances she will be bright and a good conversationalist. I’m starting to look forward to enjoying some meals out with a gorgeous lady.

I waited in the lobby for my date to arrive. I recognised her as soon as she walked up to reception, where she was directed over to me. She looked just like she did in the photos on the site but with more clothes and a bit prettier really. She was dressed perfectly. A bit sexy, but not over the top. I felt suddenly a bit shy, which isn’t like me at all, but she was so beautiful I couldn’t stop sneaking peeks at her. I hadn’t really anticipated she would be as stunning as her photos. You sort of just assume that with photoshop and all that, people don’t look in real life just like they do on the internet. I can’t say I’m disappointed though. Let’s just hope I can concentrate on the meal as that’s what this was all about anyway.

We headed off to a Michelin starred restaurant that I’d been dying to try. We both indulged in the tasting menu and I was delighted that my date seemed to enjoy the dishes and discussing them as much as I did. After a truly delicious evening, with some beautifully matched wine, we headed back to my hotel, which was only a short walk. We were both enjoying the evening and I was beyond happy that I’d decided to book an escort to accompany me. I was also eager to invite her to stay over for a while for some recreational adult activities.

As we fell through the door to my room, we collapsed into each other’s arms as naturally as new lovers do and eagerly undressed each other. The next couple of hours are a blur, partly due to the wine and partly due to lots of intense pleasure hormones screaming round my body like a racetrack. All I can say is that it was a perfect evening for me. It took my mind off all the chaos at home, let me feel completely indulgent and spoiled and satisfied in every way. I’m booked in the hotel for a week and I suspect I shall be arranging a few more escorts to join me on my culinary escapades. It almost makes me not look forward to going home.