In my most recent story, I share an adventure I had with one of my favourite clients. And no — this client wasn’t blessed with good looks. But this man had the magic ingredient: principles. He knew what a woman truly wanted and needed. He understood the importance of a strong, masculine shoulder. He knew that it was about so much more than beauty.
This was an honest and reliable man — someone ready to support, to solve challenges, and to be there when he was needed. With these qualities, he managed to win both my heart and my admiration.
Read the story to discover my incredible adventure. It stirs so many emotions even as I smile while writing this. It took place at a vineyard in the beautiful English countryside. During our tour, we began to fall behind as we stole a kiss in the shadows of the wine cellar. It was at that moment, leaning in for another kiss, that I let my nails run gently down his cheek and whispered one of the most exciting things I’ve ever said to anyone: “Let’s stay here. I want you — right here, right now.” And well… just how far we went, you’ll have to find out for yourself.
This is a story about an honest courtesan — about me. It’s about an exciting and unusual adventure, and about the masculine qualities I seek in every man.
Let me share the secrets of what women truly want. I’ll tell you how our connection deepened as we shared our thoughts, desires, wants, and needs. And I’ll take you on an incredible journey. Trust me — read on to explore this exciting yet unexpected adventure.
This is a story about one of my favourite clients. I can already hear your question: What made this client my favourite? What drew me to him more than anyone else?
I can imagine you’re already making assumptions — yes, I can practically hear your thoughts as you read. You’re assuming he was handsome. You’re assuming he was charming, charismatic, or wealthy.
Well, let me surprise you — he was none of these. This client was short, had a bit of a belly, and certainly wasn’t an avid gym-goer. He would never be considered a sex symbol.
But let me tell you something — those stereotypical men who turn heads on the street or pose perfectly for glossy magazines are not my type. They don’t interest me in the slightest. Why? Because such men often lack what truly matters — principles and morals.
In Ukraine, we say they are without principle. They lack spiritual education — the inner foundation that defines real character. Think of it like a pen or pencil: it may be beautifully designed, but without ink or graphite, it’s useless. Or imagine a fruit tree that can no longer bear fruit. It may look beautiful, may catch the eye, but without fruit, its purpose is lost.
That’s exactly how these so-called “beautiful people” often are — attractive on the surface, but hollow within. Without a core, without integrity, without depth, they do not attract a real woman.
But this client — he was different. He knew what a woman truly wanted and needed. He understood the strength of a protective, masculine presence. He was reliable, sincere, and ready to help when it mattered most.
We also shared a love for the same film — a classic: The Honest Courtesan. We could talk for hours about its beauty and its message. I saw myself in the lead character, the unforgettable Veronica Franco. Her story felt like mine. If you haven’t seen it, you absolutely must. I’m smiling now just remembering how we would curl up together, watching it again and again, completely lost in its world.
However, there was another reason I fell for this man — his honesty and reliability.
1) We were both honest.
2) We both always kept our promises.
He always kept his word — and so did I. If he said he would do something, he did it. He never left me, or anyone else, in trouble or in need. These qualities were enough to turn him into my soulmate.
We shared the same outlook on life, and that brought us closer. He would drop anything to be there when I needed him. He was a gentleman — my Robin Hood, my guardian angel in the flesh — and, ultimately, he became the king of my heart.
It was because of all this that I completely lost myself in him — and this story became one of my most unforgettable adventures.
So, let me tell you more about this adventure. I could describe this in so many ways. It was terrible, it was incredible, it was exciting, it was funny. It conjures so many emotions as I smile writing this. Let me explain.
As he was a regular client of mine, he knew that I enjoyed longer-term bookings. 24 hours or longer is perfect. It ensures I can really get to know my clients. It ensures both sides can truly relax into the situation and allow emotions and adventure to unravel. This is something that would not occur in the same way over a short booking. Anyway, back to the story.
He knew that I had a love for wine exhibitions. I loved to go on tastings, uncover more about the stories behind my favourite wines and indulge in the atmosphere that comes with these events and moments. Now, in the UK there are many of these types of events and we had already been to a number. So, when he offered to take me to a new event tasting I of course jumped at the chance. Not only was I go to explore one of my favouite things, but I was also doing it with a man that was quickly capturing my heart with his gentleman like ways.
This particular event was out at a vineyard in the beautiful English countryside. He had hired a car and we were off. Even the thrill of driving there excited me. From the moment he picked me up and opened the car door for me, I knew I was in for an incredible time. Chivalry was certainly not dead here.
That evening we joined a group. Moving slowly through the wine cellar, tasting the odd drop, and listening intently to the organiser. As we walked through, we held each other hands. As we paused, he stood behind me with his hands around my waist. To any of the group we were with it would have looked like we were new lovers on a honeymoon. Our love was clear, and you couldn’t wipe the smile of either of our faces. However, what people couldn’t see was our hears thumping with excitement.
As the tour continued, we began to fall behind a little. Stealing a kiss in the shadows of the cellar. It was at the point he leaned in for another kiss that I let my nails run down his cheek and I whispered one of the most exicing things I’ve ever whispered to anyone, “Let’s stay here, I want you, right here, right now!”
He took a step back and looked into my eyes. Here? Now? What, are you crazy he said. Haha, maybe I was, but OMG I wanted him. He had hooked me in I was so very ready. So, I repeated as my eyes started deep into his. Yes, I want you right here, right now!
He smiled, chucked nervously, not quite believing what I was saying. He stuttered a little but he said, there are no amenities. There is nowhere to go. It’s cold, it’s dark…and erm he said, we’re in public on a wine tour! Are you crazy or you really mean this?
But I looked back to his eyes and one again, uttered the same sentence. Yes, I want you right here, right now! He already knew that trying to resist me was going to be useless. Once I had the spark and fire inside me, there would be no stopping me. He knew that he needed to satisfy my electrifying whim.
So, a few minutes later he spoke to our guide. To this day I don’t know what he said but this gentleman was never stuck for words (unless I was asking him to take me right here, right now in the wine cellar haha…that was the first time I’d seen him struggle to find his next word…and I loved it!). But whatever he said, it worked. The group was led onward, and we were left in the cold, dark and atmospheric wine clear. Alone.
As the footsteps disappeared in the distance our hands were all over each other. We were like wild beings. Ravenous and crazy for each other’s bodies. Our clothes were ripped off, pulled down and to the side in a frenzied fluster. This wasn’t about sensual foreplay. This was about to wild passionate bodies being let loose on each other in one of those most incredible situations.
With our hands running over each other it wasn’t long before I was riding this incredible client on the cold stone floor in-between the age-old barrels of delicious wine. Oh wow. That moment. I can still feel his cold hands running over me. My nipples hard. By body racing with passion as I rode his rock-hard member. We rocked and rode. I knew how he liked it so I quickly worked him into a frenzy and felt the explosion of hot sticky sperm pouring inside me. It warmed me, it lit the fire inside me. It was an amazing, magical, and truly explosive moment of adventure.
At the end we didn’t even have anything to clean either of us. So, we had to walk, lost through the cellar for an hour. We searched and searched for the way out. I could feel his hot sticky sperm dripping down my legs as we got colder and colder down there. We embraced each other closely to try to keep warm as we walked until eventually, we saw the door and the group in the distance. My hair was a little out of place and he was still a little flushed, but I don’t think anyone would have guessed what we had just done. OMG, that was an adventure I will never forget.
This was a man who I describe as fatal for me. It’s a man I can’t resist. It’s a man who is blessed with intellect and knew how to treat a woman and really knew how to treat me. We had a connection that meant we could read each other’s thoughts, desires, wants, and needs. I say, had. I mean we have. Yes, I still meet with this client, and I love every single moment. I’m already excited for our next excursion. Who knows what will happen next time. Maybe one day I’ll tell you more.
