Everyone has sexual fantasies, most people contain their fantasies as just that; a fantasy.
I’m Andrea, a middle class suburban housewife with two delightful children, my husband Nick has a good career as a radio producer, we have friends in the entertainment world, many of them are household names. We live in a leafy street in the commuter belt in a prosperous area close to London, are financially comfortable and really want for nothing, I have an au-pair who does most of my housework and takes the children to and from school. I have plenty of time during the day to pamper myself with pedicures, hairdressers and shopping.
During the day my fantasies would become an obsession, they grew stronger and I craved excitement, so much so that I started to dress provocatively whilst shopping, showing out to men in the street and knowing men were looking at me with sexual desire, this was the beginning of my ultimate fantasy.
I would often look online at escort agency websites and wish that pictures of me were there with men calling me to visit them in their hotel. This was my fantasy.
One Monday morning I found myself buying a second mobile phone, I called an escort agency and asked for a job, the man on the other end of the phone called me back and within the hour I was entering the escort agency and being interviewed. The agency boss told me that as I’ve never worked as an escort before he would have to make sure I could do the job properly. Right there in his office I had sex with him, he took photos of me and of put them on the escort directory www.xlamma.com it was the beginning of my fantasy life as a “working girl” as it’s known in the trade. For two years I would visit men during the day while my husband was at work. I always managed to get home for dinner before Nick got home from work. One problem I had was where to put the money that I earned, we had joint accounts and I couldn’t be seen to be spending more than Nick gave me for housekeeping. At the peak of my days as a London escort I was earning over £1000pw…… My biggest problem however, although I didn’t know it at the time, was my au-pair, she would see me secretly taking calls during the day, getting dressed in stockings and suspenders, putting on make up, sexy outfits that I kept hidden from Nick. She put two and two together, realized I was working as a prostitute and started to keep a diary of my daily activities. She even followed me to hotels where I would meet men. Needless to say, the reason she kept a diary was to show it to Nick, which she did by leaving her diary open on the dining room table where Nick would often work late into the night.