A tall glass of water: life as a long-legged escort

Picture this: you’re sitting at a table in a dimly lit restaurant waiting for a new acquaintance to arrive. You haven’t yet met, but you’re eager for her arrival. You know she has green eyes, honey-blonde hair and an hourglass figure. But in such dark lighting and with so many people coming in and out, you’re not sure how you’ll spot her. And then… you do.

Standing at a statuesque 5’10” in flats, you remember that she mentioned on her website that she’s a tall escort. But that tidbit of information had gone over your head, and now you can feel the heat rising as you eye at her long, slender legs strutting toward you. You start to wonder how magnificent she would look in heels, how tall would that make her? Around 6’2”? That’s positively Amazonian. And you start to hope she has some with her for later…

I haven’t grown for ten years, reaching 5’10” (or 178cm if you’re a metric kind of person) as young as 15 caused me to be shy at first. Naturally standing out, the attention I got for being head and shoulders above my peers made me feel flustered initially. Something clicked in my early 20s, a sudden realisation that my long legs and statuesque figure was an asset to be proud of, to have confidence in (a feeling everyone is deserving of, for every shape and size of body!) and that assurance of myself slowly took ahold of my personality, disintegrating my previous shyness.

If you were to meet me today, you would notice I choose to wear heels in the bedroom to exaggerate my long, muscular legs. As a tall escort, I enjoy the look in a new lover’s eyes the moment they drink me in for the first time. Every inch of me. Worshipping my legs with gentle kisses and strokes never goes amiss either. Want to partake? Get in touch.