escort diary® of Ariana Carter: Hobart
Hobart always surprises me. I thought I would havea few bookings, some sightseeing if time allowed — but instead it unfolded into one of the most indulgent time. There’s something poignant about how work can blur into pleasure when the right clients are involved.
My first evening my client booked me for dinner at the revolving restaurant above the casino. He loved the theatrics of the view and he kept smiling every time I glanced out the window. Oysters, scallops, and a chilled bottle of champagne. I thought was charmingly old-fashioned.
Between bookings I treated myself to a full-body massage — warm oil, quiet music, my mind drifting through fragments of conversations and hotel sheets. When I looked at myself in the mirror afterward, skin glowing, hair mussed, I felt both exhausted and decadent; the contrast is addictive. But I do adore my body when dressed in delicate lace lingerie.
By the third day my seafood consumption alone could have paid rent, more oysters, prawns, delicate fish, and lots of sparkling wine. My clients were all different some reserved, some chatty, some eager to prove they were gentlemen, but all generous. I genuinely appreciate them. It’s rare to have a run with no time-wasters, no boundary pushers, no entitlement, just men who wanted something luxurious and were willing to make it equally luxurious for me.
After my last booking, I sat in the hotel robe scrolling my messages, toes tucked under the duvet, thinking how lucky I am that my work lets me experience cities through the kind of men who curate the best corners for me, I’m so very very grateful.
Three days, multiple dinners, galleries, seafood, affection, money, and good company. Hobart treated me very, very well. I’ll be back, again, Ariana x
