Paris. 2025. My very first trip abroad as a travel companion.
I can still remember entering the lobby of that beautiful hotel in Paris, trying to look a lot more confident than I actually felt. I had already had several dates in Belgium as an escort, but this was special: my first international booking as a travel companion. I felt excited and nervous at the same time, meeting a stranger in the most luxurious hotel I’d ever seen. Marble floors, chandeliers, artwork everywhere… just like a movie.
He took my coat, picked up my suitcase and smiled.
The suite overlooked almost the whole city. It was enormous. He took my coat, picked up my suitcase and smiled.
“I hope you don’t mind… but I’ve invited some friends to join us for dinner later at the restaurant.”
I told him it sounded like fun, but I think he must have sensed I was a little nervous.
“Only if you’re comfortable,” he quickly added. “I want you to enjoy Paris.”
He opened a bottle of champagne and we started talking. About travelling, cycling, work, funny stories… It honestly felt like we’d known each other for years, and my nerves started to disappear. That’s probably my favourite part about being a high-class escort: building a connection with people I would normally never meet in everyday life.
Oysters and Champagne.
That evening we met up with his friends at the restaurant. The worries I had before disappeared. They were genuinely nice people, and the atmosphere was instantly relaxed and informal. I felt like I blended in perfectly. Before anyone could even order, we all said, “Oysters and champagne!” at exactly the same moment. Everyone started laughing, and somehow that became the running joke of the evening. There wasn’t a single awkward moment. Just good food, lots of stories and good vibes.
While we were having breakfast, he looked at me with a smile.
The next morning, the city was still quiet. We had no plans, so we simply walked. Tiny boutiques, little cafés, a peaceful park… While we were having breakfast, he looked at me with a smile and said,
“I’d really like to see you again.”
I smiled back.
“I’d like that too.”
Almost one year later, my phone rang.
It was Perla di Mare. He wanted to see me again. This time, not in Paris, but in Tuscany. Four days together. I don’t think I stopped smiling for the rest of the day.
As my taxi arrived, the gates of an incredible villa slowly opened.
I immediately recognised the same familiar faces from Paris.
It felt like stepping into a postcard. To my surprise, I immediately recognised the same familiar faces from Paris. It was the same group I had met before! Soon we all got on our bikes and cycled through the Tuscan countryside. We shared lots of laughter and enjoyed evenings that somehow always lasted longer than planned. Every now and then, we’d quietly disappear for a while, enjoying some private time together: the same chemistry we had shared before.
The days flew by too quickly.
When it was time to leave, he walked me to my taxi.
“Until the next trip?” he asked with a smile.
“Of course.”
I watched the villa disappear in the distance and realised something. The best part about being a travel companion isn’t flying to beautiful places or staying in luxury hotels. It’s meeting interesting people who unexpectedly leave a little mark on your life.
-xxx- Lynn
