London Calling

I remember my first visit to the city of London when I was a teenager, and I vividly recall gazing upon the diverse and exotic bevy of beautiful girls all around me. It felt like being in a candy store for the perpetually aroused. There were dusky maidens with silky black manes, English roses with creamy skin, Gothic vamps with plenty of attitude, tattooed bitches with piercings, European lasses from northern climes, Mediterranean beauties with big wide smiles and lots more. My neck became sore from turning around, again and again; my mother asked me if there was something wrong.

No Mama, I replied, everything is fine. More than fine, it was a paradise on Earth. It was to be just a passing visit; just a fantasy. London Escorts brings my fantasy to life, in the flesh so to speak, with girls from around the globe strutting their stuff nightly on our richly carpeted floors. Benita from Bengal bends over beds like a tiger in the jungle, with flashing white teeth grinning and grimacing in the dark. Fresh ladies of the night are arriving as we speak, boatloads of pussy disembarking at the wharf and making their way to our door.

Girls from the new world are sampling the bright lights of London, including sassy African Americans with tight afro hairdos, Peruvian Indians with big brown eyes, Chilean enchantresses in the mood for love and the girl next door exploring her darker side. You will find them all here, some blonde with plaits, the odd redhead with curls, curvaceous cuties with tresses of gold and all the colours of the rainbow are here to be explored. Dorothy from Kansas has kicked off her red shoes and is opening her long legs.

You will feel the deep throbbing base of our sound system as you ascend our carpeted stairs on your way to meeting Rita, our helpful receptionist. She will offer you a drink, perhaps a glass of Champagne, or something stronger, for Dutch courage. Excitement is in the air as you look around our vestibule and ogle the exceedingly tasteful décor. You will be directed to our comfy couch, where your derrière will almost certainly sink in, as you wait for the evening’s parade with your leather bound menu in hand.

A famous man once compared the delights of promiscuity with that of the Epicurean; constantly eating out to experience all the flavours from around the world. Why eat egg and chips every night when you can sample the gourmet fare from the exotic far reaches of the known and unknown grounds of terra firma? Why indeed, my fine young man?