Escort Student: My Life in Two Worlds (erotic story)

As an escort student, I am a passionate border crosser. By that, of course, I mean my love of travelling. But I not only like to cross the borders between two countries, but also the borders between worlds. 

Being an escort student means for me that I have found the perfect (part-time) job. I love to live my passion and share it with other people. But at the same time, as a student, I move in the academic environment, attend lectures and seminars. It can happen that I go straight from the date to the lecture with the fancy Agent Provocateur underwear under my outfit. And all the while, I wear a smile on my lips when I think about last night.

It happens only rarely that the two paths cross. But I think back fondly to a date in the course of my escort service. A wonderful gentleman named M. was fascinated by my life as a student and escort. He requested a date that combined these two worlds. And I couldn't say no....

Of course, I spoke with M. before publishing the text. Discretion takes a high priority in my work as an escort student. He agrees that I share our romantic story in my escort blog. 

An encounter in the bookshop

I already knew M. from another date. We had started talking about my degree programme and had a good chat for hours. The sex was romantic, relaxed and pleasantly familiar. Afterwards, as we lay cuddling in bed, he raved to me about his fantasy. This one fantasy that had been slumbering in his mind for a long time, completely formulated and yet so far away.  

"You know, why don't we make this fantasy come true together?", I asked playfully as I brushed a curl out of his face. He looked at me with a questioning, hopeful smile, "You can do that?" My lips touched his temple as I replied, "With you, I can imagine it wonderfully. That sounds quite magical."

A few weeks later, I was standing here, among the high shelves filled with antique books, reference works and novels. I had tied my hair into a loose bun and I was wearing my glasses instead of contact lenses, which I usually wear to lecture. The tight pencil skirt hugged my bottom as I reached for a book. It was a little out of my reach on the shelf, just high enough that I couldn't get hold of it despite my high heels.

"May I help?" The deep, familiar voice sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. I felt a large body behind me, a warm hand on my hip. Effortlessly, he reached over my head and handed the book down to me. I glanced at him coquettishly over my shoulder, smiling at him. "Oh, thank you so much!", I said, as if I didn't recognise him. 

"I'm M.," he introduced himself, even suggesting a slight bow. He eyed the book he was still holding in his hands. "Pretty heavy reading for such a fine figure," he whispered in that voice that made something inside me quiver. "Well, it's important reading for my studies. Required reading. But I find the subject so very exciting too!", I answered truthfully. He handed me the book. A snow-white envelope was stuck between the pages, which had definitely not been in it before. 

Our hands touched as we handed each other over. "My name is Maya. Nice to meet you," I said with a mischievous grin. M. was a little taller than me and I had to look up at him. But his gaze was gentle and interested as he eyed me up and down. His gaze lingered on my skirt, the neckline of my blouse and my lips, which I had made up very discreetly. He took another step closer and put his hand on my cheek. He looked me straight in the eye as he made his proposal: 

"Shall we have a coffee? Then you can read me something from the book directly..."

Fragrant coffee, a good book and flirts full of poetry

The bookshop had its own little café. How many afternoons I had spent here as a student escort with my flashcards! But now I was sitting here with M., who smiled at me invitingly. He seemed very happy with the way our "chance" encounter had gone. 

I opened a page in the poetry book quite by chance. My gaze lingered on the first lines of a poem by Theodor Fontane. Perfect for my purposes - so romantic! I cleared my throat softly and began to recite the words in a gentle, melodic voice. 

"The high raspberry walls

Separated you and me,

But in the foliage our hands

Found each other by themselves."

I smiled at M. across the book, who fixed my lips with his gaze. As if he were eagerly awaiting my every word, acknowledging every line and rhyme in its full beauty. Under the table, a hand made its way to my knee. I felt the warmth of his hand through the gossamer fabric of my stockings. I read on.

"The hedge could not defend it,

How high it always stood:

I handed you the berries,

And you reached out your mouth to me."

His hand moved lower under my skirt, which made my voice falter. But the spell was not broken, as if hypnotised he stared at my full lips. With each stressed syllable, his finger circled once over my panties. I found it difficult to concentrate on the words. 

"Ah, would you walk through the garden

Once again in a fast walk,

How I wish I could wait,

Waiting for hours."

M. moved even closer to me. I had his perfume in my nose and would have liked to kiss him directly. But he kept eye contact with me while his finger traced its paths, wet from my panties.

"And, Maya, what do you think the author is trying to say with the poem?" he asked with an authority in his voice that did not allow any argument. And no wrong answer either. Now it was me who was hanging on his lips. But my mind was blank. After all, I had planned this scenario together with him, and yet I was speechless! 

"Mm, I think we need to go over that lesson again, don't you think?" he whispered triumphantly. His finger withdrew agonisingly slowly, gently stroking my bare thighs, my suspenders, my fine stockings. He stood up and put the money for our coffee on the table before holding out his hand to me. "I know a wonderful boutique hotel a few streets away. If you like, you can read me a poem there..."

And that's exactly what happened. Except that he replaced his finger with his tongue - and I chose a longer poem, with even more highlights in the rhythmic verses. The fact that I don't study German remained our little secret... 

The best of both worlds: Student and escort

I often feel like I'm on the sunny side of the (dating) world as an escort: I enjoy the best hotels and restaurants, cake and champagne for breakfast and men who go to the greatest lengths to organise a great date. It feels like a perfect first date every time.

It inspires and motivates me very much to have these unique experiences as an escort student alongside my studies. 

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I sometimes find the dates that happen between my seminars and lectures very exciting. None of my fellow students have any idea where I'm going. This thought, this little charade, causes my heart to race. I also have the impression that the gentlemen really like this special kind of lunch break. It's real and authentic. Sometimes I even have my index cards in my handbag. That calms the nerves on the way to the date. 

I have probably the most beautiful part-time job in the world and study at the same time to fulfil my dreams. A combination that stimulates my body and my mind - and that I wouldn't trade for anything in the world. 

Are you now indulging in thoughts of your own personal fantasy? That's understandable. But before we make this fantasy come true in an erotic role play, I would like to get to know you on a completely "normal" date. Afterwards I can respond much better to you and your individual wishes. I look forward to your message via my contact form.

You want to know more about escort and student? You can read more about it in my published article!