It had been a while since Aria had seen Jaxon for their customary extended weekends together. It was an easy yet passionate relationship with her Atlanta male companion, one that left her feeling like a new woman every time they parted.

In this modern day and age of professional women, who has time for jaunts with random men happened upon during happy hour or at the gym after work? Aria had been there and done that with guys who never really measured up in some way, shape or form or worse, turned out to be off their emotional rockers. As a prominent, star chef at one of Atlanta’s premier dining establishments, she had been featured in Gourmet and Atlanta Magazines, to name a couple. It goes without saying that discretion was essential for this female dynamo. Who better to accommodate her romantic aspirations than the straight male companion service, Cowboys 4 Angels?

This particular weekend would keep Aria and her Atlanta male companion local for it was the Atlanta Street Food Festival.

Though always living up to her elite reputation among Atlanta’s cultural gourmands, this frisky foodie of a lady had a streak of Bohemian and fiery libido running through her veins. Add Jaxon to that mix and you’ve got yourself a recipe for passion that knows no rating. Hot, steamy and adventurous is just the way Aria liked her male muse and this virile hunk of a male companion left none of her desires unattended. Are we getting the picture, ladies?

This elite male companion knew just by looking into Aria’s crystal blue eyes that she was in need of an erotic release, a carnal precursor necessary for a chill weekend.

But first things first. From a woman’s perspective, pent-up energy in any of us is a ticking time bomb for moodiness with all those hormones tangled in knots. This inherent, male intuition was only one of Jaxon’s fine qualities that excited her. Or perhaps it was his degree in pre-med psychology that gifted him this priceless womanly insight. And so it was that their epicurean adventure stood by the wayside as Aria took Jaxon into her arms before he could barely get through the door of her hotel suite. All niceties aside, no air conditioning could temper the heat of that glorious boudoir as Jaxon proceeded to take this boyfriend experience to an ecstatic level. One hopes that the walls were sound proofed for Aria was a screamer of the highest decibel and prone to multiple excursions of the biological type. We’ll leave the two lovebirds to the privacy of their memories.

Not long thereafter, a rosy glow consumed Aria’s face; her disposition lightened and her tonality became relaxed and easy.

Jaxon, this cunning straight male companion quietly grinned as he cracked open a bottle of her favorite champagne clad in nothing more than remnants of their sensual aftermath. (What a delicious site for our eyes!) An animated Aria danced around the flat, seemingly ten years younger, talking about this and that, new recipes she had created, recent dinner parties she had attended. Taking it all in, this intelligent male companion for women gently approached her from behind with a handful of warm, almond oil stopping her mid sentence. The hands of this near perfect handsome hunk proceeded to sensually massage every inch of her yearning body. It is safe to assume that someone hit the romantic repeat button as another hour of ardent flurry was greeted by the sunset. Where had the afternoon gone? Jaxon brought an air of timelessness that left Aria in a state of euphoria every time.

Needless to say, the two admirers had worked up an appetite like nobody’s business.

After a quick shower (they really had to control themselves), they were off for an epicurean evening of Atlanta’s finest culinary samplers and wine tasting in the heart of the city. Jaxon had a way of turning the simplest of activities into ones that were characterized by sheer fun, adventure and entertainment. Aria could have been on some exotic holiday for the mounds of enthusiasm that she experienced with this incredible boyfriend from Atlanta. What she found most invaluable was the electric chemistry, intellectual connection and comfortable energy that she had with Jaxon.

When it was finally time to say goodbye at the conclusion of the weekend her encounter with this elite male companion settled nice and neatly into a box of memories. Absent were the strains and uncertainties of a conventional relationship and this is truly what she loved most. After all, what more does a woman need?

Tyson had a secret longing to feed the cravings of ladies who were into lean, chiseled physiques. So it was perfectly fitting that this ebony male companion coveted by many wanton women should display his talent as a straight male companion. What better way to conjure up romance and desire?

And so it was that Cowboys 4 Angels, the reigning specialists in Los Angeles male strip shows, received a call requesting a black male companion for a bachelorette party. But not just any hot male model would do. Oh no. These femmes had seen Tyson’s modelesque images and were hungry for a hot male hunk who could role play. They had heard great things about his exuberant yet mysterious personality and were ready for a night of action and arrangements were made.

Tyson arrived at the Hollywood mansion nestled in the Hills just below the Hollywood sign at 7pm Saturday night. When Christine answered the door, he immediately launched into character, “Are you the hot, sexy lady who requested a house call?”

As her eyes hungrily devoured this mass of chocolate eye candy that stood before her

it was all she could do to choke out a quivering, “Yes! Please come in.”

Clad in scrubs that hugged his ripped abs and celebrated his gluteus maximus, the hum of desire-ravenous ladies came to a halt. As Tyson greeted them in a manly voice that cast a trance on the small crowd, he knew right then and there that he had them eating out of the palms of his big hands.

He opened his doctor bag of tricks and toys while discreetly sizing up the assembly of deserving females. Christine quickly refilled all champagne glasses as the music began with Tyson undulating his hips in rhythmic circles to get the blood flowing.

This well-kept group of ladies in their prime wiggled in their seats just as Tyson and his seductive smile made eye contact with each one and the show began

Never had the women considered a physical exam by such an erotic doctor whose appearance was anything but clinical and a scent that would evoke the carnal side of any libido, hands down.

With stethoscope in hand, Tyson questioned, “Who wants to have their chest examined?”

Without hesitation, blouses loosened and shirts lifted as the group screamed with excitement. No doubt, Tyson knew how to arouse the cluster of wishful lovers and the exams began. Traditional doctor’s appointments would never be the same as he thoroughly listened to the racing heartbeats of each with a sensual twist. As Tyson continued to work the crowd, the beat of the music penetrated the women, champagne flowed and arousal increased. As things continued to heat and Tyson danced and gyrated amongst the ladies, he bagged the stethoscope. They were so enticed by this exotic, ebony male companion who pranced about in all his manliness that one by one they all joined in the dance.

The environment became thick with sensuality evoking the wild sides of the ladies who by then were dancing with each other

Tyson mingled rhythmically as the girls got a little dirty groping and touching exactly where their mischievous hands shouldn’t have been.

And then there was Christine, the bride-to-be. As she approached, the bride maids parted and formed a tight circle enclosing her with this delicious ebony male dancer. By the looks of their naughty dancing, it was hard to imagine that Christine was soon to be married for their chemistry crackled with attraction. What better way to ring in a marriage and bid farewell to male variety than with Tyson, the exotic male companion?

Well, as we like to say here at Cowboys 4 Angels, what happens with male companions in Los Angeles stays in Los Angeles!

We are quite sure that Tyson opened the Pandora’s Box of kinky pleasures from which Christine’s future husband was sure to benefit. Who knows? Perhaps one day Christine and her new husband will invite Tyson as an elite male companion for a trio of action, another Saturday night of naughty frolic in the privacy of their Hollywood Hills home.

Stay tuned readers.

For Giselle, it was the busiest time of year as she prepared her gallery for the upcoming Miami Art Expo. Giselle’s Berlin gallery would exhibit a few of the young, burgeoning artists rapidly gaining recognition among American art collectors in Miami, New York and London.

Giselle frequently communicated with collectors and planned to network at several parties and events throughout this exciting week. She was well aware of the beauty and splendor of erotic perfection that abound in Miami and planned to take full advantage. Well, in a highly discreet sort of way. As a very open minded, professional woman, Giselle had no qualms about her desire for a straight male, Miami hunk of an companion and that’s just the way she was. But this time (for she had used the male companion services of Cowboys 4 Angels on other occasions), her needs for a gorgeous male companion to companion her to these elite events were quite particular.

You see, a few of the events that she planned to attend were being hosted in the private homes of some of Miami’s most exclusive neighborhoods. While the gorgeousness of her pending companion remained essential for those after-hour delights, this handsome hunk must also be intelligent, cool and able to hold his own in any conversation. In short, she needed a man who appeared to be more of a boyfriend, a good fit at her side to seal the experience in the eyes of others.

And so it was that Tommy fit the description of the perfect male companion to host Giselle.

Standing 5’9” herself, his stature complimented hers for Tommy stood 6’4”. Deliciously mature with a flair for fashion, he also knew when a more conservative look was appropriate. Always in the back of Giselle’s mind of course, was the private entertainment that followed the parties and this is what she anticipated the most. It is safe to say that Giselle had a penchant for elite male companions of the Miami persuasion.

The exquisite Ocean Suite at the Setai Hotel where Giselle stayed every time she traveled to Miami resounded with all of the mysterious intrigue that her bespoke male companion represented. As she anticipated Tommy’s arrival, her imagination flourished with all sorts of naughty thoughts that had her tingling and then there was a tap at the door. Very few situations made Giselle nervous but then she saw Tommy and her heart fell to the floor. There stood the epitome of male grandeur in all his stature. He embodied the pure sexiness that we know as hot Miami male hunks right down to his muscular physique complemented by a polo oxford shirt done in soft pink, white slacks and loafers. When he smiled and kissed her hand, an electric current of passion shot through her veins just as his lips found hers and delivered a promising greeting.

As they got acquainted, Giselle discovered that not only was Tommy gorgeous, but he was also the most interesting of all Miami male companions she had ever dated.

First, they would pop across the bay to Wynwood to check on the exhibit before heading back to Star Island for a chill soirée with some of Giselle’s fellow artists and collectors. As her driver navigated through the streets of Miami, she gave Tommy the 411 (in between yummy kisses) about her artists and what they represented along with a bit of background about guests at the party. Mind you, the only thing cooler than the art scene in Miami is the art scene in New York or Basel, Switzerland and Tommy was down with all of it. Giselle found his confident, laid back approach so stimulating that the heated episode of frolic that interrupted their conversation almost took precedence over the evening’s events entirely. Shall we continue?

The party was hosted by a prominent Miami art collector and plastic surgeon which ensured that eye candy was plentiful. No feminine physique present was anything less than chiseled, tanned perfection graced in sexy, artsy couture sure to give rise to the libido of any living male entity and his liberated female counterpart. Yet, Tommy only had eyes for Giselle as they floated through the affair arm-in-arm, tropical martinis in hand. This elite Miami male companion held himself with total grace, suave yet natural as could be. Giselle was so aroused by his demeanor that eventually, her desire got the best of her and she longed to abandon the party to properly attend her Miami muse.

Things got hot and heavy very quickly on the way back to Setai as this Miami male companion addressed several of Giselle’s erotic desires without hesitation.

Once back at the suite, she poured 2 glasses of wine as the two toasted to each other on the deck facing a stunning sunset. The only question remaining was whether they would take a skinny dip in the warm Atlantic Ocean or retreat to a more private affair in the jaccuzzi tub that beckoned their affections. Your guess is as good as mine.

Into the early morning hours, the couple explored their passion unequivocally. As they drifted off to sleep around 5am, Giselle’s body tingled with gratification just as the city was finally fading. It wasn’t until 12pm that her eyes welcomed the first rays of the day as she noticed that Tommy had arranged for breakfast on the terrace. As she took in his chiseled body wearing nothing more than white, linen pants, she wrapped herself in a silk robe and greeted her accomplice with a kiss and a cappuccino.

Giselle felt that this was the proper way to experience Miami Beach. Her encounter with this elite male companion was so gratifying on every level that it made her business engagement well worthwhile. They parted on promising terms, knowing that the next time Giselle was in town, their escapade would pick up where it left off.

Ladies, this is the way to do Miami.