escort diary® of Jennifer James: The Night That Wasn't Supposed to Happen...
Some of my favourite bookings are the ones neither of us planned.
He was staying in town on business, and reached out on a whim, not expecting me to be free. I was, and something told me to say yes.
It was an outcall, in-room dining and conversation. What started as a three-hour booking turned into six, and somewhere in there the reason I'd walked in the door stopped being the point. He was sharp, curious, genuinely interesting to talk to, and I found myself just as drawn into listening as he was into being heard.
That's the part people underestimate about me. I'm as good at conversation as I am at everything else, and when a man realises he's actually being listened to, properly, not performed at, something shifts. It stops being a booking and starts being a connection worth returning to.
He booked me again two days later. Another six hours, another night that ran long because neither of us wanted to end it.
So next time you're craving more than the ordinary, the kind of man who wants to be heard as much as touched, text me and let's meet.
Ms James
