wet sauna.

As a general rule, I don't receive clients into my apartment. Apart from living with roommates who would probably not appreciate me running my business from home, I don't keep my room orderly enough for most guests. There's just never enough space!

As a result, I lose plenty of clients who can't have a local escort working among their family members or roommates, or who don't want to/cannot shell out another 50e for a hotel room. Understandable.

Other times, I have clients propose that we go do the deed in the open. I'm not too comfortable with that, and after a bad experience, I have vowed to never do it again unless I'm with a regular who really wants to get his rocks off.

And a few times, I've had clients propose a meeting in a Club libertin/Sauna.

Finally, I took up that offer wanting to experience something outside of my normal comfort zone.

The client is someone that I've seen before and really enjoyed. We'll call him Lancelot as he is tall and well-endowed and has l'endurance. See what I did there?

Lancelot made this club seem so normal that I though, Why not? So after some warm-up exercises in the hotel room, we set off to finish what we had started, perhaps in the company of others.

The first thing I can tell you about the particular sauna we went to was the complete aloofness of the patrons to being naked and seeing sex. It was great! Walking into the mixed locker room to change immediately set the mood as there were just a few simple exchanges of "bonsoir" before couples headed in and out. After getting undressed and wrapped into our towels, Lancelot and I also bid our adieux to the changers and went to explore.

We were first greeted by a possible threesome laying on a couch with a flat screen television playing some interracial(!) porn. The porn didn't turn me on as it hasn't for awhile. Surprisingly, neither did the blowjob happening before my eyes.
At that moment, nothing felt real. I felt like I was walking through a production set, not an actual existing place with humans.

I suppose that eases you into the environment. After a minute or so, you feel comfortable enough to lie down next to a couple and get naughty yourself.

After a slippery, slick romp in the wet sauna room we decided to try out the jacuzzi, which was difficult to have sex in incidentally. I am of Phaedra's (RHOA) opinion that sex shouldn't be happening in shared jacuzzis, so that was fine with me.

A couple then approached us about having some shared time, which Lancelot and I agreed to. After a bit of chatting in the jacuzzi, we escalated to a bit of foreplay, switching partners and us girls trying each other out for the first time. After the pre-exercises we migrated to a proper bedroom (protection and lube included!) for some more physical activities.

Hopefully the couple doesn't forget about our night together. I enjoyed myself. It's only right they do too.

In all honesty, it was actually a very fun experience that I would do again! Nothing I could do with a boyfriend as I would refuse to share him, but with a client, why not? No attachments, and you reap the benefits afterwards.
Other worthy notes : The club was very clean! You could walk barefoot, but I advise having a pair of flip flops for any bathroom breaks. But everyone seems to respect and keep a high level of cleanliness.
The club also provides plenty of condoms and lube. When I left, I wondered if they also handed/rented out sex toys, but it's a mystery.
There are several rooms which means plenty of space to do your private business. Doors can be left open so you'll also hear the moans of other libertins.
I don't believe there's a need to dress up to a sauna. I did, and it was foolish. You're most comfortable clothes suffice as you will be stuffing them all into a locker anyways.
Also, this club provided keys for the lockers. No need to bring your own from home.

Thank you, Lancelot, for giving me my first taste of exhibitionism. It was wild!

foreplay.

First, let's talk about the little dalliances before I actually became a full throttle escort.

Before ever thinking of myself as a prostitute, I became a sort of kept woman. At least, that's what I always wanted to be. I was probably just being duped by a couple guys who knew this game better than I.

Fairly well-off men would wine and dine me, fly me, pay for a little rent here and there.

À l'époque, I was seeing a British executive. He was a nice enough man who loved to talk about his new projects, his new spirituality, his friends...He liked to talk a lot about him. And when we weren't talking about him he'd ask prying questions into my life.
It wasn't the fact that he asked questions that bothered me. Everyone is curious. But it always seemed that one day my answers would turn up in a book or a television series one day. That type of prying.

He was fond of w(h)ining and dining and to be honest, outside of bedtime activities, we didn't do much else. For me, it was a total bore. No shopping sprees. No extravagant vacations. No incredible experiences that I would look back on fondly. On top of that, he was stingy with money.

He was the first man to make me feel like a prostitute. Every other time I saw him, I would get a bit of cash, but never really enough to cover me for the month. It felt like the money was for the act, not for my well-being.

We parted ways as I guess my desired amount didn't match his. And some guys just aren't worth the trouble.

But he taught me that men, perhaps more importantly European men, are interested in one thing. Most don't understand the concept of an "arrangement." They don't need to when an hourly price can be set for whatever type of woman, man, or transvestite they may desire.

Arrangements are for the birds.

I've moved on to greener, more dewey pastures. Of course, it's more desirable to have one or two guys who can please you in more ways than one. But if one man leaves, you often end up broke. And I'm done playing that game.

That's not to say that I'm not playing more games now...I'm just finished with that particular one.

Life lesson: You can't rely on one man to do it all for you.

How many escorts stumble upon the profession like this? If you're reading this post and you have a story, I'd like to read it. Post it in the comments. 

first kiss.

This is an introduction of sorts.

I haven't found the right words to say nor the right structure to put them in. But my desire to share a bit about my double life is too strong for me to continue stumbling across the first few sentences.

My primary life is that of a student in France. Most days are filled with courses and studying. Sometimes I find time for more enjoyable things like pleasure reading, cooking, and drinking a nice, cold rosé. 

My secondary life is that of a high-class escort. I still haven't decided whether I prefer escort or call girl. While they both mean the same thing, in my mind, they are always at competition for "classier title." In any case, I'm not in the business of just accompanying clients, if you know what I mean. Most men desire more than a pretty face when they are paying more than just the price of your cocktail.

Only two people in the world know about my illicit activities: my ex-boyfriend and my best gay friend. Without them, I would undoubtedly suffer from this pressure. Keeping a secret like this is already difficult enough, but having friends to listen and understand makes it easier.

But honestly, talking it out is not enough for a creative mind. 

Hopefully this doesn't evolve into navel-gazing. I'll be doing more pussy-gazing anyways.

So here you have it: Coco's exploration into the art of pleasure.