Clever Catherine

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International escorts do not come much finer than the smouldering presence of Catherine. Available for travel, incalls and outcalls, Catherine is frequently booked by London gentlemen who want a true professional to accompany them on a business trip.

With a business head but a body for pleasure, Catherine is a tempting sight indeed. Her brunette locks tumble down her back and beg to be swept over to reveal her creamy, white skin. She has curves you will want to slide your hand over and a bottom worth a second look. Catherine is truly a fantasy girl that could become a delicious reality.

She is no stranger to the sights and sounds of the continent’s busiest capital cities. She tells us she loves Paris, Malan and Rome for their excellent food, ambience and passion – which match her personality right down to the ground. The way to Catherine’s heart is to wine and dine her and then stroll through the back streets together to appreciate the architecture and romance of your destination. She will happily fill you in on some historical details you might not have known and surprise you with some sexy pieces of her own…

To book Catherine, like our other international escorts, call us, give 24 hours’ notice and check availability beforehand.

Helping you to move forward…

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It is an extraordinary moment when you realise you’ve finally met ‘the one’. Indeed, that feeling you have when it becomes clear your special lady is the woman you’ve been searching for is something more gratifying and all-encompassing than words can describe.

A Boundless Future

To be sure, knowing you will be spending your life with a woman who is everything you ever wanted a partner to be can make the world seem much better. After all, you’ve got everything to look forward to: the wedding, the house, the 2.4 kids, the family Christmases – all of it.

Quite simply, it feels like all the jigsaw pieces have fallen into place, and your future looks as rosy and boundless as possible.

Until things start to go wrong, that is.

The Writing on the Wall

The thing with long-term relationships is that the two people in them inevitably move in different directions over time. Indeed, whilst a couple may have had everything in common in their early twenties, this may not be the case when they reach their mid-thirties.

This can often make both parties feel like they are reading from different scripts, and when this happens, things generally start to unravel. Indeed, the rosy future begins to look less confident, and the family Christmases seem less appealing than they once did.

More often than not, this is the writing on the wall, and therefore, it is a matter of time before those two painful words are uttered: “It’s over”.

Moving On

Coming out of a long-term relationship can feel like coming out of prison – everything seems to have moved on, yet you have remained the same. Whilst you may feel like celebrating your newfound freedom and enjoying all the things you liked doing when you were single, you inevitably find that most of your pals have long-term partners and aren’t the best company to be around.

Female Company

Of course, it is only natural to want female company, even after coming out of a long-term relationship. However, it can be hard to find women who will be happy to spend time with you without developing some emotional attachment (which is ideally something you could without at this moment in time).

Fortunately, our London escorts agency could be just what you need now.

Our beautiful escorts in London can provide you with an attractive, articulate and enjoyable female company which is entirely uncomplicated; therefore, you can enjoy all the benefits of being with a beautiful lady without having to worry about any of the emotional issues which inevitably come with dating.

So, if you’re looking for a gentle way to get over your failed long-term relationship, arrange a date with one of our London ladies here at 24-hour Companions.

Adorable Anya

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September has sprung upon us, and it is time to introduce our autumn beauties, starting with Anya. This lovely brunette escort in Kensington is 23 years old and beautiful!

With long chestnut hair to her waist and mouth-watering 34C-22-34 statistics, our young elite is a real head-turner. Look into her sparkling brown eyes, but do not be misled that you see innocence there – Anya is undoubtedly not backwards about putting herself forward. She knows her mind and is not afraid to show it. Naughty, adventurous and open-minded are three hot credentials on her CV. She loves to have new fantasies explained to her in great detail and is never shocked by what she hears. Anya lives by her motto: “Never regret what you have done; only what you haven’t done”. Indeed, that is a tempting prospect for any man.

Anya is available for international bookings and can be booked with 24 hours’ notice. Imagine how exciting it would be to have such a young, gorgeous woman on your arm or lying by your side as you relax with a drink in the sun. You will be envied for miles around as you step out together, and she devotes her full attention to every word you say.

Book Anya now by calling 07811 160 160. we are happy to pre-book her as she does get booked up pretty quickly, but we will endeavour to make an appointment so you won’t be disappointed.

How do you like your coffee?

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I am not at home because I am typing this from Italy, L.cky me!!!
My long weekend break, returning tomorrow morning, with Giovanni, started as “coffee soon?” and became “take your passport and meet me at Heathrow at 13:00 hours. Giovanni was born in London’s West End to Sicilian parents and emigrated there in 1990 before making his home somewhere between Tuscany and Paris. He has an ex-wife, five children, three dogs in a villa in the Tuscan countryside and a mistress in Paris with one child. Before you ask how he manages to afford to keep them all, his six-figure salary seems to be that.

How do I fit in? Well, he does like to keep up appearances with the Italian social elite and to rub his ex-wife’s nose in the fact that he hasn’t lost touch with the ladies. Ex Mrs Giovanni doesn’t know about the Parisian mistress or the half-brother of her offspring, so I step in as the model girlfriend. I don’t mind, I love Italy, and I am used to being discreet.

So we came to Italy for proper coffee, ground from good coffee beans, in an authentic restaurant by an adequate barista. I used a small amount of Italian vocabulary on him – enough to say “grazi” – and flashed my most dazzling smile. Red-blooded Mediterranean men do like to feel appreciated by red-blooded British women! And how do I like my coffee? Well, I am partial to a cappuccino, but I do prefer a latte – especially when it is homegrown.

And I discovered that barista training is right around the corner from the hotel. How exciting!

London’s Soho

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I love the whole Gay scene around the Capital. Although I don’t see a lot of gay men in my line of work, I wander through Soho, inhaling the vibe and the atmosphere with a smile.

And it was at G-A-Y that I met Lucas. Just for once, I had Saturday night free to sashay with my girlfriends among the queens of London. Tight tops, designer sunglasses and skinny jeans abound (and that was the men!). The crowd spilled out onto the pavement.

Soho is recognised more for its pubs, bars, nightspots and the fabulous West End than the seedy sex trade. We danced through the lanes to all the tunes carried along with the evening breeze, slightly intoxicated. And there in the shadows, I saw him.

Average height but better than average build, he was standing, looking bored with a cigarette burning at his fingertips. As we passed him, he took a drag from it, and something in me tingled. I persuaded the girls to stop ‘for a drink’, which worked because nobody spotted him but me. And quite a good job, too as I was, with many of my fellow delicious 24-hour escorts. What he was doing at one of the campest gay haunts in Soho, I do not know, but my Gaydar didn’t start beeping, so I thought I was OK. I looked at him over my shoulder as we stood in the queue, and he winked at me.

“What’s your name?” I mouthed. He responded with Lucas. I like to get straight to the point; maybe it’s my profession. There is no point skipping around the obvious for hours. I fancied him; I let him know it.

I liked the fact we were an ordinary boy and girl meeting by chance on a Saturday night. I also liked I hadn’t set this date up in advance and wanted to be me for a little while. Lucas had no expectations of me, and it was worth a kiss in a dark corner if nothing else!