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Amazing Scottsdale, Arizona Male Escort

Hamilton 7“Giddy-up!” shouts your Scottsdale, Arizona Male Escort, as he confidently trots his horse along the bridle path at the “Arizona Cowboy College.” You wrangle a herd of horses. You select one, mount him, and give him a light whippin’. “Hee haw!” you exclaim as you ride with your stallion who chomps at his bit. You place your date at the reins to choose whether you’ll dine at the nearer Bourbon Steak or whether you’ll venture farther to Rawhide Western Town Steakhouse at Wild Horse Pass.

Having just completed your Aroma Journey Massage at Jurlique Spa at the FireSky Resort & Spa, you feel like you are in a trance, which is a 180-degree change from your typical, frenzied mindset. Then, laying eyes on your dreamy date, your Scottsdale, Arizona Male Escort, only perpetuates your state of mind. You next step into the sauna with him. Having just completed the Nirvana massage, he similarly appears to be in a state of nirvana. However, for him, being in such a place is more typical. “How are you so in tune with your emotions? You really seem to live in the moment,” you query and observe as you nestle your head onto his terrycloth-draped lap. He massages your shoulders and explains his philosophy for well-being and mindful living. “At this moment, I’ve achieved the idyllic state. Can I bottle this and take it with me?” you wonder as he fondly laughs. You find yourself wanting these peaceful moments with your date to indefinitely last, as you literally look up to him and seek to emulate him. You talk about his healthy, clear approach to life over dinner at Rancho Pinot, where the minimalist cowboy décor and your minimalist company, your date, help to streamline your outlook.

In a labor of love, you spend many hours exerting your sweat and energy building a house with your Scottsdale, Arizona Male Escort. Working as a volunteer for a nonprofit agency that builds decent and affordable homes in partnership with families in need, you are elated that you hired this incredible man to join you in the cause. Your dear partner rallies around your interest and adopts your passion toward this wonderful, charitable purpose. He endears himself to you by extending himself in the greater sense by doing the project with you. But, further, he extends his helping hand in the immediate sense by holding up heavy planks of wood while you hammer and by taking over the saw when you become timid to use it. While maintaining your focus on the nuts and bolts of erecting the house, you cannot help but notice your partner’s strength and courage during the construction process. You find him and his strong body to be hot but try to keep your mind on the wood (planks). After completing the day’s heroic effort, you and your supportive date snuggle for a catnap before celebrating your work at Citizen Public House, where you spoil yourselves in a decadent dinner. You finally blow off the roof from your day by commemorating it at Handlebar-J, where you nail a Western line-dance. Overall, you and your partner build a beautiful experience together and you are grateful for his hands-on participation.

Betrothed in the beaming rays of sun shining from the Sun Trap at Taliesin West, you glance at your Scottsdale, Arizona Male Escort’s handsome face. He appears particularly dashing from this perspective. You admire Frank Lloyd Wright’s architecture, on your tour of the architect’s former home, and his use of organic, local desert elements while you admire the sculpture of your date’s face and body. He, frankly, resembles a chiseled stone sculpture. However, his personality is anything but stone-faced; rather he is extremely effusive and light-hearted. You bask in more of his playfulness over dinner at Sushi on Shea, which feels like a fitting tribute to the Japanese-inspired art you just observed on your museum visit. He asks you questions about your life and reflects upon your answers. You talk about your challenges in trying to structure your own life with organic, local elements around you. You bond by sharing the blueprints of your lives with each other.

After spending an afternoon browsing a few of the shops on Fifth Avenue and moseying over to the Marshall Way Arts District’s “Wilde Meyer Gallery,” you and your Scottsdale, Arizona Male Escort go to the Hotel Valley Ho. There, you perch yourselves under a poolside cabana which flanks the OH Pool Bar. You meet two of your friends along with their dates. You all order the Skinny Dip Platter. After massaging sun oil all over your body, your date clasps your hand and leads you to the pool. He submerges himself first, testing the water. He then wraps his slippery arms around your waist, lifts you, and dips you into the water slowly so you can get used to the sensation. You two dance in the pool, with his ripped physique safely holding your body, against the setting sun. The scenery around you morphs into a smashing pool party. You dance with the other couples, indulging in cocktails, before you and your date slip out, of the scene.

“Ace! Hole in one!” your date lauds you as he offers an appropriately muted clap pursuant to your successful tee off. The Tournament Players Club of Scottsdale offers you precisely the setting you need to practice your putt around the carefully landscaped Green that surrounds the hole. It is the perfect opportunity for you to practice your swinging. Thereafter, you two shower in your hotel room within the encompassing Fairmont Scottsdale Princess. You both drive to Lamp Wood Oven Pizzeria, which is open for lunch on this day, in order to casually re-fuel. You order the Dirty Little York white pizza, which you then dish out, to your dear date. He finds it savory and wants more. As you become gladly more acquainted with each other, you learn that his enthusiasm for it is merely par for the course.

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Bradley Lords Gigolos Straight Male Escort Client Review

“So, Grace, have you finally decided to get a corporate job instead of working for that public interest agency where you keep going to work?” asks my Uncle, of me, every single Thanksgiving weekend when I see him at the large dinner table. He rarely allows me to defend my career choice before interrupting me to talk about something else like the leftover cranberry sauce or whatever. Most people at the table agree with his line of reasoning so nobody asserts a defense on my behalf. I always feel frustrated and inferior in front of my entire huge family and then leave the celebration feeling down. I decided last year would finally be different. And it was. I decided to hire male companion Bradley Lords!

Last year, Bradley Lords, my Male Escort, accompanied me as my boyfriend to a family dinner over the weekend following Thanksgiving. I had met him beforehand to debrief him on my family’s background. He arrived looking so amazing that I was almost afraid my family would ascertain he was not truly my boyfriend. He dressed formally because I had conveyed to him that’s how my family rolled: in perpetually formal attire. Following suit, he wore an elegant suit that was stylish but still restrained and conservative. He looked like he fit perfectly into the business world. I was a bit torn because, well, I should mention that he is ridiculously hot. His eyes are like an ice blue and then his smile lights up his face. He’s in stellar shape. So I was a bit torn because part of me wanted to sit on his lap and chat for the next few hours while the more diligent part of me knew we had a task at hand. I then scooped Bradley on the “Who’s Who” of my family tree and ancestry. I gave him lowdown on my aunts, uncles, cousins, siblings, etc…. I feared he’d be bored or not understand the dynamics. It’s a ton of dry information. He busted that concern right out of the water as he listened to me intently, smiled, and, moreover, literally sorted through the heaps of information. He memorized everything and made it seem easy.

Once we arrived to the dinner, my grandma almost fainted when we walked in the door as she laid eyes on my Male Escort Bradley. Other family looked in admiration too and they were definitely not ogling my mousy hairstyle. Bradley Lords was a complete gentleman, hanging my coat and giving sweets and flowers to the hosts. He struck me as being incredibly smooth…in a great way. He’s the kind of guy who could (and did) handle a crowd of people, making each individual feel special. I could tell he chose to discuss a topic with each family member that reflected their interest. He was polished yet still endeared himself to everyone!

People naturally gave us the tenth degree about our relationship, its origin, its status, and, of course, its future. Bradley Lords struck a balance between deferring to me for answers and creating his own line of response. He concluded on a high note saying something about how he was thankful he had found me, which was just amorphous enough to deflect further interrogation by my family. He exuded confidence and did not seem nervous. Before dinner, I pulled him aside to a far corner of the main living room (there are two of them) and whispered to assure him he was convincing, “You really seem like my boyfriend.” He slipped his hand into mine, whispering back, flirtatiously, something to the effect of loving the role and wanting more of it. I felt so turned on that I almost ditched the gathering to privately feast with him!

After we sat around the table and said Grace, each person at the table had their opportunity (read: requirement) to share a tidbit about his or her life. When I assumed the hot seat, so to speak, my uncle, alas, questioned me in true form. However, that time, I put the unwelcomed annual tradition to an end with Bradley’s help. Bradley Lords, my well-versed Male Escort, lauded my career choice and propped up the virtues of the agency where I work, explaining how it benefits people in the community. My uncle finally listened and reacted like he was enlightened. Coming from this sensible man, the explanations seemed more credible to my uncle and, probably, to the rest of my family. My uncle actually expressed, “It seems to me like you make good choices, Grace. Keep up the good work!”

Soon after scoring such a success at dinner, I decided we’d leave while we were on top. So we took our gracious exit. Bradley safely got me back to my hotel. But before heading inside, he walked in front of me, stopped me in my tracks, and began kissing me. He paused only to tell me that I’m a wise woman and that he loves my dedication to public interest work. Then melting, I felt truly supported.

At one level, yes, I wanted my family’s approval. I finally felt like an adult in my family rather than the kid-niece. But, at another level, I realized, I sought the praise of a savvy, in-charge man who was my contemporary. Admitting that may portray me as being somehow weak. But, to the contrary, I felt powerful by feeling Bradley’s hand stroke my shoulder and listening to him encourage me to continue my work. He is so comfortably in control which gave me control.

I feel like I finally earned some respect in my family. I told my friends Bradley was my “saving grace” since he saved Grace (me) after saying Grace! They are now all dying to meet him sometime. I’m already looking forward to seeing him again exclusively for fun. I can’t wait to share time with him and feel purely like a lady. I was thankful for many blessings on Thanksgiving; having Bradley Lords, my Male Escort, bolstering me and being intimate with me, was one of them.

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Meet Nashville Male Escorts

As an administrator for an insurance company, you have just finished presenting your “pitch” to your clients. You are exhausted and, thus, your voice sinks into a tired bass range. However, an expression of joy on your face surfaces, then doubles, and then trebles when you meet your beautiful Nashville Male Escort outside of the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum. Your date immediately strokes your keys with his compliments. Awakening and “singing a new tune,” you scat with him through the galleries before shuttling to the notorious “RCA Studio B,” where you take a guided tour of the legendary recording studio. Thereafter, you dine at Husk, where you comfortably jive about your life. Although your workday has you singing the gloomy Blues, your evening has you crooning a love ballad. As such, your day ends on a high note and you now sing the praises of your dear date.

As a Nashville tourist from a prestigious town adjunct to a major city, you are accustomed to a lifestyle graced with the refineries of upper-crust society. Needing a break from your immersion in the insulated high-strung pretention and puritanical devotion, you seek a fresh perspective by venturing south for some down-home fun. Yet, still clinging to your familiar patterns, you stay at the posh hotel, The Hutton. You become dubious that you can escape your lifestyle. But, when you lay eyes on your Nashville Male Escort at the Ryman Auditorium, which is staging the Grand Ole Opry performance at the time of your visit, your tension subsides and the fun begins. Seated together in the “Mother Church of Country Music,” you begin to feel a holy connection to this man. He shows you something new and converts your outlook. After the performance, he promenades you, arm in arm, down Broadway, or “Lower Broad,” to Robert’s Western World, whose history is as rich as scripture. You sample the Grill’s traditional Fried Bologna Sandwich while listening to live hillbilly and rockabilly. Meanwhile, your divine date gives you the good word by sharing his feelings for you. By this point, you take as gospel that another good way exists.

As a Medical Student entrenched in her studies at a Nashville university, you want a cure for what personally ails you. Unwilling to completely play second fiddle to your studies and professional persona, you meet your Nashville Male Escort at the Honky Tonk Bar, “Second Fiddle.” Hopping from one watering hole to another, you line dance straight up to the Wild Beaver Saloon and end at Big Bang Nashville. Hungry for more, you stop en route back to campus at Hattie B’s Hot Chicken for their local anesthetic. Now feeling more hot than bothered, you are glad you pulled the plug on your studies for the night and hire a male companion.

Disenchanted with the pastimes of your younger contemporaries, you are in the mood to highlight United States history on your date. Harkening back to another era, you meet your date at the Belle Meade Plantation to witness the site of a Civil War battle. You then head to The Patterson House, which is a throwback to the Prohibition Era. Feeling uninhibited and speaking easily, you sip a classic cocktail and share your personal history with your compassionate date. When you inform him you are a top executive at a hospital company, he remarks that you sit in a proverbial catbird seat. His impression is timely (and accurate), as you head upstairs for dinner at Nashville’s exclusive, “The Catbird Seat.” Despite your lofty vantage point, you feel centered and, paradoxically, youthful with your Nashville Male Escort.

Thirsty to slurp up all things that are quintessential to Tennessee, you pursue your ongoing quest at the Jack Daniel’s Distillery, which sits about an hour or so outside of Nashville. There, you meet your date for your spirited venture. When you lay eyes on him, you can hardly wait to get a taste… of the malted beverage. However, you are distracted from thinking about “Old No. 7”, as you focus on your New Number One, your Nashville Male Escort. You want to become a Cowgirl to your Cowboy. So you abruptly return to Nashville to a store that sells Western-wear, called “Katy K’s Ranch Dressing,” where you pick up a corset top, a petticoat, and a lace-tiered skirt. Feeling like a lady in her element, you grab your date for a do-si-do before landing at “Arnold’s,” where you sample his Meat-and-Three. You finally kick off your boots and stay awhile at a cabin which is off-the-beaten-path, End O’ The Bend Lodge & Landing.

As a musician aspiring to score a record deal, you play gigs all over town with the hopes of becoming discovered by a record label. In preparation for playing an Open Mic Night at the Bluebird Café, you invite your gorgeous Nashville Straight Male Escort to grace the audience with his presence. On your previous dates with him, he had watched you rehearse and had been incredibly supportive. Nonetheless, you are particularly downtrodden with little hope for your success. Much to your surprise, that night a rare bird of a Talent Scout from the Artists & Repertoire division of a major record label hands you his business card and lauds your performance! He is interested in hearing more of your material. This encounter is a virgin experience for you. In commemoration thereof, your date takes you aside and literally sweeps you up off your feet, twirls you, kisses you, and declares his pride in you. You two celebrate over a scrumptious dinner at “Etch.” Although you have already become acquainted with each other on your previous dates, you discover more about each other that night. You already know that his smiling eyes melt you. But, that night, you also learn that he harbors genuine enthusiasm for your success. You mentally record his loyal attention so you can replay it in your mind before your next date together. Only you possess the heartwarming copyright to the sentiment that is etched in your mind.

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Looking for the Best Florida Male Companion

“Hold still. Just like that. Beauuutiful,” says Sebastian, your Miami male companion, as he photographs you standing on the bed at The Villa By Barton G. You reach up to the ceiling’s gold, baroque medallion that flanks the gothic chandelier. Your long silhouette is a veritable mannequin for a black Versace bathing suit, which is decorated with gold studs that outline the Medusa head insignia. Sebastian tosses you over his shoulder and carries you, his muse for the day, over to the clawfoot bathtub filled with giant glass bubbles. He lays you atop this art installation and instructs you to freeze. After shooting through a tiny aperture, Sebastian whisks you away to the balcony. There you find a table filled with delicacies from “Il Sole,” which anchors the Villa’s culinary wing. You see a mother-of-pearl platter engulfing a small heap of Italian Ostera caviar beside a champagne flute overflowing with Prosecco. Sebastian’s final shots capture you pouring the sparkling wine into your mouth and down your neck.

Coconut Grove’s homey “The Grove Spot” serves breakfast all day, which is fortunate since you and Tommy are a bit groggy and need to recover from your previous day and evening. “Over easy, please,” you request, as you order the Bangers and Eggs. Tommy cracks you up as he recounts the previous day’s trials and tribulations of stand-up paddleboarding at Hobie Beach. Ostensibly an excellent workout, this activity provided, indeed, solid abdominal exercise. However, your core exertion comes from your gut-wrenching laughter about the activity’s shortcomings. Your attempts to commandeer the board proved to be an outright bust because each time you touched the board it would float upstream. You and Tommy next meander through shops in town. Slaphappy and giddy, you trigger the weekend’s final laughs when you comment that the women’s boutique you both enter on McFarlane Road, called “Touch & Go,” aptly summarizes your entire weekend’s series of trysts!

Yourself being a bibliophile, you appreciate how Dallas, your Miami male companion, is similarly fond of books. You and Dallas find yourselves at the independent, locally-owned store, “Books & Books,” at their Coral Gables location. You both participate in a dialogue between an author and a group. The featured selection, “Big, Bad Book of Botany,” by Michael Largo, inspires no shortage of discussion about the birds and the bees. Having listened intently, you both are steeped with a richer appreciation for biology, nature, and the ways humans have manipulated the earth to do both good and evil to other humans. Fittingly, you check out the bookstore’s lovely courtyard garden for a moment. You two then buzz over to pollinate the nearby Palme D’Or, where a decadent French dinner blooms. You take it all in by feasting on the Seared Branzino with Leek Foam. You feel grateful for Dallas’ close attention. Getting such care helps you grow.

“Pound, pound, thump, zip, grind, boom, pound,”… are the sound effects racing through your veins at “Story.” You and Shane are pressed up against each other as one, dancing to the compelling Electronica music. You feel the heat of Shane’s ripped body come into yours’. You are clearly in ecstasy. In a haze, you realize that Shane has spun you amidst the neon lights, around the strobe, over the strewn glitter, and toward the door. You stumble from a definite “scene” toward a nearby place where you will “be seen,” specifically Prime One Twelve. It’s another SoFi (South of Fifth) hot spot causing people to rave. You and Shane both prefer things raw and thus opt to start with the oysters. You taste his swordfish and insist he tastes your rack (of lamb).

You beg Dominic to try his hand at the “Artistic Vibes” Open Mic Night, where he can readily showcase his wonderful stand-up comedy for you. Dominic simply kills it with the audience members who are roaring in their seats. You beam with pride as your man is up there pleasing rows upon rows of judgmental spectators. He knows how to get the job done and is mastering an art. To celebrate his success, you two take a decent jaunt over to the elegantly titled, “James Club.” Nestled in oceanfront property, the lounge bar is an ideal place for you and Dominic to unwind, reflect, and, of course, share some special giggles that are exclusively for you two.

You meet your Miami male companion, Lucas, at “Versailles” Restaurant just west of the Little Havana neighborhood. You had previously read Lucas hails from Canada and is able to speak fluent French. So you thought dining at a place called “Versailles” would be quite representative of, at least, his linguistic roots. Although the (famous) restaurant’s name seems to indicate the fare inside will be predominantly French… au contraire! Rather, it serves wonderful Cuban food! Lucas playfully remarks, “Cet endroit est tout comme moi parce que ça sonne comme il est français mais vraiment c’est autre chose.” Utterly perplexed yet mesmerized, you query what Lucas said. He translates, “I said, ‘this place is just like me because it sounds like it is French but really it is something else.’ Eh?!” You’re relieved Lucas easily rolls with your blunder. You get acquainted with each other and enjoy sampling savory, traditional Cuban dishes.

You are so wet. You’re dripping, sopping, and soaking wet. Diving into the SLS Hotel’s Hyde Beach pool at 2:00 in the morning with Jermaine, your Miami male companion, will have that effect on a person. Jermaine turns you both into the life of the party. Accompanied by the live Techno DJ’s club music, Jermaine unabashedly hops up onto the fancy lounge couches and starts dancing with the smoothest moves. The whole crowd screams in approval and women start tossing their string bikinis at him. Showing the now-scantily-clad crowd that he’s taken, Jermaine grabs you and pulls you into the action. He actually props you up even higher than him, onto the tall table behind the couch, to join his moves and flaunt your own.

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Looking for the Best Las Vegas Male Companion

I’m thinking about doing the Beaver Dam,” says the adorable Nick Hawk. “Well, I’m thinking about the Keystone Thrust,” you counter. Both actual hiking trails in the Red Rock Canyon National Conservation will require your endurance. Nick, your Las Vegas Male Companion, is certainly game for the challenge given that he welcomes plenty of tough competitions and, moreover, scores very often! Both rock formations actually serve as a metaphor for Nick’s aesthetic. They are clearly gorgeous. They’re rugged. They’re colorful and appear to be painted. Further, their stature is tall and intimidating on the outside. But, their formation is deep, storied, and softer from the perspective of their inside. So, either path you choose, you know you’re on the right one with Nick.

“Hello beautiful. I will help you to find your center. Are you ready to explore your spirituality,” asked Ash Armand when he meets you at Tao for a quick munch of edamame and oolong tea. Together, you head north to Ganesha Center Sanctuary for the Spirit, where you hear a lecture by a Shaman and a Buddhist Monk. You find some space to meditate. You relax as you hear yourself breathing the same air as Ash. You feel connected to yourself, your spirit, and, admittedly, to Ash. Although the Center offers Reiki massage, you opt for Ash to massage you down in the Mirage’s Atrium, amidst the waterfalls and exotic blooms.

Your date, Las Vegas Male Companion, Adon Anthony, electrifies your birthday celebration at Mandalay Bay’s “Light.” You and your women friends reserve VIP bottle service. For whatever reason, you fantasize about seeing your friends lose their control over your guy’s hotness. So, Adon gives you all a private show by dancing in front of your booth and atop your table. Your friends become ostensibly aroused. Everyone at your table is kissing amongst themselves while Adon dances on your lap. He kisses you after you blow out your birthday candle at this cake party.

You’ve eschewed all things masculine as being gruff. The closest you’ll come to a billiard hall or a pool table is the Four Seasons Pool Bar. There, you skeptically open your wings to Las Vegas Male Companion, Bradley Lords. Immediately, Bradley demonstrates that chivalry thrives. Yet wrought with unshakable doubt, you stall the date, delaying dinner. Finally at ease, you go downstairs to Verandah arm-in-arm with Bradley. His worldliness and business acumen emerge as he courteously and gracefully apprises the hostess that, although you probably have sufficient time, you hope to attend a theater performance thereafter. From the start, Cirque du Soleil’s Luxor performer, Criss Angel, commands you to believe in magic. But Bradley opens your eyes to actual reality. He strips off your proverbial blindfold, waves his wand, and exposes you to the concept that true gentlemen do exist.

As a law student, you need to compose an essay about the United States Government’s interest in enforcing its own laws against corruption. Kaleo, with his wealth of experience in protecting US citizens from other societal malfeasance, is the perfect partner in crime to join your research escapade to the Mob Museum. You love a guy who’ll take it to the mattresses on your behalf! Kaleo makes you especially proud to be an American. He offers rare insight into the exhibits. Enriched and now under the gun to complete your school project, you grab, en route to the library, a quick espresso and churro with Kaleo three blocks away, at “Nacho Daddy.” You finish off and write.

All weekend long you’ve whisked through the Bellagio’s corridor en route to your room and bypassed the hotel’s Gallery of Fine Art. You’ve never taken a moment to peek at the current exhibition, which displays female artists as confident practitioners of their craft. Titled, “Painting Women…,” this collection tugs at your heartstrings because you’re a self-aware feminist. Alex, being so smart and open-minded is honored that you will finally companion him to share your meaningful experience taking in the works. He confesses he was hoping you, as a strong woman representing him, would pull him into the gallery. He becomes frankly moved to tears by your emotional reactions.

As a very wealthy philanthropist, you’re a board member of a non-for-profit organization whose work benefits a local charity. You generously donate three gifts to the organization for its black-tie Gala, which transpires at the Barrick Museum, for purpose of the “live auction.” Three women who bid the highest on your gifts will each win the chance to book a three-hour date (and the option to supplement a longer one) with a Las Vegas Male Companion! You’ve selected Nile, Dante, and Jax to attend the Gala as glowing exemplars of all the Las Vegas Cowboys. Each dapper, tuxedoed gentleman delivers a brief speech when the auctioneer announces his name. Their sparkling eyes and sculpted physiques cause guests to bid high. Nile, Dante, and Jax are honored when they spark a huge donation to a great cause. Your fellow board members regard you as a hero.

“Assume the position. Check. Protective equipment? Check. We’ll start with medium contact,” James guides. As a single woman residing in a crime-ridden metropolis, you want to toughen your skills and image. So you engage James to train you in a martial art blended with self-defense. You confess and query, “I’m scared. What should I do with this stick?” He replies, “You got it, you got it. First, we’ll free-spar and then we’ll glide into Bartitsu maneuvers.” Training in Floyd Lamb Park at Tule Springs and its unadulterated serenity, you click a photo of the scenery. You later hand it to an artist at Heritage Tattoo, where James accompanies you to get your first tattoo. James holds your hand through this virgin experience. Inked in Lamb Park’s foliage and replete with Bartitsu skills, you, at once, feel empowered and appear tough(er). You beg James to bring his combat boots to your next date so you can learn further how to walk in his shoes!

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Vin Armani Straight Male Escort Client Review

Vin_Armani_Male_Escort_11[1]I stepped off the elevator on the top floor of The Palms Casino Resort in Las Vegas and entered the intimate foyer of Alize restaurant. An Adonis, alternatively known as Vin Armani, my straight male companion, was standing there smiling, and exclaimed, “Wow.” He said, “Alana, it’s so nice to meet you,” as he hugged me hello and kissed my cheek. He felt good. Well, then, I felt good. Plus, he smelled good. Oh boy, the vibe started already.

As we walked to our table, I felt a pitter-patter rush of excitement. Vin sensed I was rattled. He humbly said he was flattered and playfully asked whether he had my permission to soothe my nerves. I (eagerly) granted it to him.

Vin_Armani_Male_Escort_12[1]My straight male companion, Vin Armani, is smoking hot. He exudes this aura of healthfulness and mindfulness. I also learned that he embraces a Zen approach to life. Vin is tall and buff (but lean-buff) just like in his photos. As for Vin’s style, I could not even explain it except to say it looked effortless, like he merely pieced it together and only incidentally looked like he could pose for a magazine shoot at any moment. Seriously, if I had worn an ensemble like his I would have undergone a “closet tantrum,” experimenting with every possible combination and tossing clothes off the hangers in a hot mess just to attempt the look. You can sense Vin is innately aware of whether to tuck or untuck his shirt and knows exactly how many buttons he should fasten or leave undone. Let’s just say, he was ever-so-slightly revealing while leaving enough to my imagination. Something about his “rocker-esque” belt buckle and other edgy style details told me that he knows he is smoldering material. He rocked the image even more as he casually sported a subtle Alexander McQueen-type chain around his neck and chest. This definitely amped up his “edgy & mysterious” factor even more. I have to admit it.

Vin_Armani_Male_Escort_13[1]Vin Armani asked me why I came to Vegas. I said I was there on a getaway. He asked what I sought to escape. I paused and got teary-eyed. I did not exactly know the answer to his question but melted at the experience of somebody being so curious to ask. I felt reassured by the fact that someone cared about my intentions. Vin helped me to relax. So I did. More. And more. Quickly, I became extremely comfortable and started opening myself up to Vin and even confessed to him! I laid all my proverbial chips on the table while he looked me in the eye. I almost got too distracted and coy to continue.

While I planned to order the grilled Hamachi fish, my dear straight male companion, Vin, was planning to order the same thing. He said I should feel free to pick something different, instead, on his behalf so we could taste some of each other’s. Mmmm. I liked that. During our beautiful dinner, he gracefully fed me a bite of his delectable cuisine (like a groom who feeds his bride a bite of her wedding cake)! Yum yum. I felt my heart flutter because he gently took control and then cordially gave me the reins as he entrusted me to choose for him.

We talked about the anthropology and biology behind women’s and men’s roles in life. We are both fascinated by that kind of discussion. Vin is a major thinker. With someone as curious and analytical as Vin, you may predict he would be a very cocky guy. But no, he’s ssooo relatable! He smiles readily and reveals an engaging expression on his face like he’s open to hearing anything.

Vin_Armani_Male_Escort_14[1]Vin Armani exudes an uncanny honesty. He’s willing to commit to his preferences. He is not a politician-type who tries to please everyone and he is not a mister know-it-all like so many guys are. This straight male companion it at peace with himself yet clearly continues to push himself toward excellence. His ease with himself attracted me to him further because it conveyed that he is genuine.

Vin Armani totally understands women. I know it seems weird that a guy who is so, well, chiseled and masculine, could feasibly grasp the female psyche. But he does! I’ve never felt so understood.

He even noticed something about me that I hadn’t observed in myself, which was such a turn-on. Apparently, at one point earlier during dinner he could see my “mind go to a different place.” I realized he was right. When he mentioned it, I remembered that my mind had, in fact, drifted into fantasies about him. I was so concerned that I had possibly offended him by neglecting our conversation. He assuaged my concern and comforted me. He said my headiness only lasted for a few seconds and that it was sexy because it was so earnest. He paid such close attention to me that he read my body language.

At sunset, Vin, stood up from his chair and came behind mine. He loosely draped his arm around my shoulders as he pointed something out to me. He directed my attention outside the picture window which boasted a panoramic view of the city and desert. He pointed to the setting sun. He said that we should watch it together. He noted that the entire Vegas vista, including the deep-colored mountains, the shiny tall buildings, and the colorful Strip, would morph into a gilded expanse over the next few minutes. I foolishly joked that we sat on the cusp of a “golden opportunity.” He indulged my poor attempt at humor by seductively saying, “We do, we totally do,” while running his fingers through my hair. Vin was in safe command standing behind me.

Vin Armani, the straight male companion, is a quintessential man and person. He evoked feelings of mine which everyone should get to savor at some point in their life. I’m enriched because of connecting with him. Vin left a beautiful, lasting impression on me.

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Fun with New York City Male Escorts

Male_Escort_New_York_City[1]You are a cooking student in East Village’s “Appetite For Seduction.” Your class is titled, the “Insatiable Italian.” Your couple’s chef, New York male companion, Francis, is a culinary aficionado while you’re a rookie. Scared to wield the knife, you appreciate Francis standing behind you, pressing against you while carefully guiding your hands to chop. He rocks the body of the knife skillfully as you jointly chop tomatoes for the margherita pizza. He explains how to use your blade. Imbued with greater confidence you try your hand solo and finish the exercise. You could totally foresee doing this activity on your own. Still craving more, you slice and devour the prosciutto. You and Francis fill the kitchen with heat!

As a women’s shoe buyer for Saks Fifth Avenue, you find the straight male influence is absent from your life. You feel lost without it. When you meet Niko at the Hell’s Kitchen Flea Market you instantly detect the masculinity you sought to unearth. From his rugged physique to his musky scent, his essence reassures you that you have found what you miss. Niko graces your shoulder with his solid hand as he speaks your name. This man makes you feel like a woman, particularly as he aggressively negotiates market deals for the wares you desire.

Mark_Male_Escort[1]As a well-known CEO of an enterprise headquartered in Manhattan, your face and personality are familiar to people near and far. You’re a Manhattan veteran of sorts. You shield your remaining anonymity by heading off the island for a mini-getaway. Your driver kindly chauffeurs you to the Museum of The Moving Image in Queens, where you meet New York male companion Evan, a young, aspiring film student. Evan knows the museum and is thrilled to tour it in fresh light. You and Evan then position yourselves to watch the sun set from the vantage point of the Socrates Sculpture Park. There, you take in the powerful African, “Queen Mother of Reality” Exhibit and rove the gardens. Evan, a massage guru, rubs your neck and arms and you feel maternal twinges that you’ve missed elsewhere in life. Sweet Evan feels your vibe and rolls along with your personal moving image.

With your hair still molded into a taut bun atop your head and your tote bag still stuffed with scuffed pointe shoes, you dash through the Upper East Side to meet Darren at the Guggenheim Museum. You’re weary from exerting the persistence that seems requisite to succeed as a ballet dancer in New York. It figures that your date is actually set on the heels of yet another impromptu audition for the New York Theatre Ballet repertory ensemble. Fittingly, you two roam into the museum’s wing of Edgar Degas’ Ballet Dancer paintings where Darren asks you, “Do you see yourself in the painting?” He takes a deep interest in your observations of the artwork. He, further, wants your story; did you dance in your childhood? He wants more from you. You give it to him over Angel Hair Pasta at the nearby Vico Ristorante, where you pour out your heart. You get emotional and, at once, agitated by the tight pull of your hair bun. Unveiling your long, beachy curls, you undo your bun and nestle your head into Darren’s shoulder. With your lengthy locks cascading over Darren’s chest you at last feel cozy and comfortable.

NYC_Male_Escort_Trent[1]Trent is so excited about tomorrow. You meet New York male companion Trent at Chelsea’s Pierre Loti to toast your upcoming departure with him to your aunt & uncle’s four-day family vacation at a French villa. When you take a jaunt up to “Behaviour New York,” a high-end international menswear haberdashery, Trent sees a shirt and tie that he himself had just purchased and will wear in France with you. You beg, “Just, please don’t be so good that I fall for you! I might be already…. I mean, it’s all an act, right?” Steadfast, you proclaim, “I am focused, strong-willed, organized, and, well, in any event, I must pack! My suitcase will not fill itself with bikinis and espadrilles!” You declare. “This meeting is adjourned and I look forward to our upcoming exchange.” You spend your evening convincing yourself that you are far too composed to become smitten with the beautiful person you just met. Despite you efforts, “Bon Voyage.” Your ship has sailed.

Male_Escorts_Trevor[1]You and Trevor both scream in ecstasy; what a rush! After revving your adrenaline engines for a spin, you’re thrilled with the “Taste of the Track” experience offered by the Monticello Motor Club, about ninety minutes outside the City. You drive a sexy race car for a joyride. You take turns sliding in and out of the hatch, clutching the stick, and burning the pavement. Thereafter, breathing a mile-a-minute and gasping for air, you both offer high-fives and return to Manhattan to cool down. Upon finishing your quick dip in the Mandarin Oriental’s pool, you saunter to “A Voce Columbus Circle” to re-fuel. Trevor asks how you feel. You report you’re experiencing that “post-workout” contemplative high, where you’re peaceful and content.

Thomas_Male_companion_Manhatten[1]Because you carry the books for a group of Wall Street bonds traders you have a wealth of interactions with men at a frenzied pace. But you want to trade-in for a slower interchange. As you clink champagne glasses with New York male companion Thomas at the candlelit Vintry Wine & Whiskey, you’re already assured Thomas is a cordial, sophisticated gentleman. He seems to be present, rather than rushed, and living in the moment. Phew. You unwind. Thomas skims your side-swept bangs and admires your face. So you gracefully pause your story, creating a quiet moment to absorb his thoughtful gaze. You’re biting your lip and unintentionally looking down while sheer delight overcomes you (admittedly). Restoring your faith that men can take time to appreciate, Thomas companions you toward nearby Battery Park neighborhood, where you enjoy the Waterfront Promenade view and outdoor concert melodies. Worlds away from risky bonds trading, you now feel protected.

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Meet Orange County Male Escorts

Your Orange County male companion Danilo emerges into the dining room of Marche Moderne in Costa Mesa. His gorgeous eyes widen as he exclaims, “Whoa.” You tenuously peer over your shoulder to see what drew his attention. You retreat a bit abashed when you realize that, yes: he was taken aback by laying eyes on you. You feel a surge of blushing in your face and plead with yourself, to little avail, “Please stop being so flustered! He’s just another guy…right?!” After sharing the tender Steak Tartare and the succulent Scallops “Poussiere de Coriandre,” you two walk leisurely through the nearby South Coast Plaza Shopping Center, pausing briefly to embrace. With stores like Bloomingdale’s, Nordstrom, and even La Perla, the shopping sanctuary promises a treasure trove of luxurious finds during the day. But at night it s’ décor sparkles, making you feel like you and Danilo are alone to enjoy it privately.

You and Brian both sip your green tea as the fresh scent of eucalyptus wafts through the spa. After chilling out for the day on the beachfront property of the Ritz-Carlton, Laguna Niguel in Dana Point, you and Brian await your couples massage at the hotel’s serene spa. You wish to emulate his ease at relaxation as you fidget to settle into the chaise lounge chair. Swathed in fresh, white terrycloth robes, Brian and you accidentally join eyes for a second. You instantly forget about the chair’s recline and sink into it, feeling comfortable. Yet, simultaneously, your heart starts racing. You sip again, peering over the tea cup, at Brian’s incredible eyes. You luxuriate finally in the thought of your massage that is moments away.

Orange County Male companion Paul Ryan says, “Gorgeous angle, Angel. I like the sunlight on your pretty hair like that. You have natural highlights.” You relish the compliment and are dying to know what his sketch of you looks like. Surely, Paul’s passion for illustration is playing out perfectly amidst the backdrop of the scenic Fullerton Arboretum. “Look!” You exclaim. “A wedding ceremony is starting in the Peony Garden!” You declare. Paul drops his sketch pad, “Well, do you plan to be mine for the night so we can toast to ‘us’ over dinner?” He asks. “I do!” You eagerly reply. Both giggling and giddy, you lock arms and saunter on to dinner at The Cellar for a romantic French faire evening.

You meet Parker, your Orange County male companion, at the turn of the hour over a cup of coffee and dessert at Irvine’s 850C Bakery Cafe. As a university graduate student, you’re trying to decode some of the more philosophical debates of our century. Parker is equally as eager to delve into deep analysis of them. While indulging your cravings with a decadent tart you feast your mind as you and Parker evaluate the state of the economy, foreign policy, and the justice system. As you head for a stroll down nearby Main Street, your heady conversation morphs into feathery topics (like the virtues of wearing white before Memorial Day!). By the time you’ve meandered to campus, you’ve each weighed in, on the subjects, and feel richer for engaging in such discourse.

You are donning your red cocktail dress and matching red lipstick (of course). You enter the foyer of the Orange County Pavilion Performing Arts Theater in Santa Ana and see Michael wink at you while you look for him. He is so on top of things that he not only spots you but hands you red roses in a hue that perfectly compliments your ensemble. This seriously feels fated to you already. The performance of the recent Broadway hit is about to commence. As an actor, Michael will appreciate the intricacies of the production. You and Michael take your seats, the lights dim, and you feel his hand in the palm of yours’. You subtly glance at him out of the corner of your eye. You feel his hand hold tighter for a split second as if to say, “I got ya.” The one-act play concludes. You gather your flowers and you gather your composure before heading downstairs to The Vault V.I.P. Lounge for live jazz and spirits.

“I’ll totally beat you at this one,” claims Skyler as he gently lifts you atop the glistening rock at Pirates Cove, in Newport Harbor at the north end of the Corona Del Mar State Beach, near the City of Newport Beach. You’re so grateful you finally found a guy who can match your rock-climbing skills and wonder who will, in fact, reach the summit first. Skyler is making your heart flutter by setting up the challenge. You proclaim to him you are certain you will win. But, secretly you know that his triumph would turn you into putty over him. Ooohh the dilemma… Game on! Or, belay on! As you attempt to anchor your foot between the two behemoth rock formations you begin to lose your footing. Masking your feelings of fear, you feel Skyler’s hands grasp your hips, steadying you, giving you exactly the grip you need to advance. You feel relieved and safe.

Jake Anderson, your Orange County male companion who hails from San Clemente, will lead the way with you as he shows you around his hometown. He promises to guide you around the city. He brings you to the La Galette Creperie and then gets your feet wet while dipping you in the San Juan Creek. Then, Jake ushers you to the Casa Romantica Gardens. After his big reveal, you relinquish your guard a bit and lull into titillating dialogue about his experiences traveling in Eastern Europe. As the temperature climbs to become steamy, Jake drapes your beach towel over your eyes and shepherds you down to the waves by Seahorse Resort at The Pier. He instructs you about how you will surf together. You are mortified but intrigued at the thought of riding the waves. As an expert surfer, Jake patiently teaches you how to hang loose and find your rhythm on the board.

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The Cowboys 4 Angels Dream Male Escort

As women, we continue to prove time and time again that we are powerful. We are capable of mastering all sorts of roles, negotiating all kinds of dynamics, and constantly navigating unchartered territory. Clearly a loud, “Chicks Rock!” is warranted all over the world. To be sure, women want to work hard and have, aptly, fought hard to work harder than ever! We love it; we’re pros at it; often times we’re the best at it. We work hard to take care of, lead, and manage our clients, bosses, companies, colleagues, parents, lovers, spouses, children, grandparents, extended family, friends, neighbors, religious groups, communities, businesses, homes, pets, and even, more than ever, ourselves! We can and do “do it all!” We’re out there getting it done like rock stars.

But, our next collective challenge is figuring how to maintain this feverish pace without faltering. All of our work is a test of our endurance and strength. Sometimes our work is thankless and other times it is fruitful. Nonetheless, in totality it all feels challenging, despite our savvy success. Yet, as women we sometimes forget to re-fuel after exerting such strength. We may still be on the road of discovering how to refresh our energy so we can keep getting out there to get it all done.

We’d best unlock the power behind chasing our dreams. The mere act of trying to chase our dreams fills our hearts and bolsters our spirits, leaving us further empowered to return to the real world succeeding in all the amazing ways we do. We sometimes need a dose of the dreamy and unattainable in order to strengthen our confidence that we’ll conquer everything else that is, in fact, attainable. Chasing the dream is, paradoxically, what helps keep us on top of our game in the real world. Once we espouse this notion we restore our zeal.

We may, sadly, be too intellectual to dedicate our time and energy toward chasing the fantastical. Beside this backdrop of rock star women moving and shaking the world, dreams may get lost in translation. An image that once seemed like a compelling motivator may no longer be clear enough to imagine. Once the dream deflates it is too blurry to access and no longer feels refreshing. If a woman has lost hold of her dreams she runs the risk of losing some of her enthusiasm. In essence, if she can no longer refresh her dream she can no longer re-fuel her fire.

In this spirit, women take away a piece of something special and real from sharing time with a Cowboys 4 Angels male companion. After our bond with a person who steeps our confidence, brightens our outlook, and helps us to safely relax, women gain a reinvigorated drive to strive for the best.

As I qualified for and completed the Boston Marathon, I could not help but continue to think about the age-old symbol for the Boston Marathon: the “unicorn.” As a myth from fairy tales the unicorn seems so fitting a symbol for such a fabled, historic event as the Boston Marathon. It continues to motivate runners to push toward something that is, truly, untouchable. For 118 years, runners from every corner of the earth have yearned to cross that Finish Line. The feat of so doing is an achievement in the real world. Real athleticism yields a real finish. Yet, for most runners in that race, the dream of completion is only a part of the story. Most of the runners embody a chase of a more esoteric nature. During a less-energetic moment on the course a runner may have to “dig deep” for the inspiration to keep pushing forward amidst fatigue. They chase the specter of their personal dream that brought them there in the first place, which represents, of course, their own meaning and definition of the unicorn. As such, Boston Marathoners all partake in a chase to reach the unicorn, a figment whose beauty resembles reality but whose physical presence is woefully unattainable. While crushing the course on the streets of Boston we runners simultaneously chase the preeminent symbol and our own individual dreams.

Similarly, as women, we keep placing one foot in front of the other to get it all done and reach the finish line of our particular goals. Recalling the unicorn, we need to chase our dream as an inspiration to keep going in a sustainable way.

One dream; one date; one connection with a Cowboys 4 Angels male companion makes a woman feel like she’s stepped into a paradise of other-worldliness. This experience is like a “glimpse.” It is a glimpse at living out the dream, in which she can truly relax, relent, relinquish, trust, and, moreover, feel safe while so doing. The Cowboy experience helps remind us of our dreams. The experiences are, as Garren has said, a fantasy. They put us in touch with something fleeting, whimsical, and surreal. They put us in touch with something fairly brief but memorable. They put us in touch with a side of ourselves that may be sadly getting lost in translation. After a fusion with this mystical world, women are steeped with a rejuvenated confidence and hunger to aim for the best in our everyday lives. If we treat ourselves to embrace a part of the proverbial fairy tale we empower ourselves to keep taking on the world.

Women feel fueled by the concept that the fantasy may eventually morph into reality in the same way that the Boston Marathon runners hold open a scintilla of hope in their minds and bodies that the unicorn may in fact be real and reachable. Neither is possible though our minds seem to work in a way that permits us to continue advancing. That sheer momentum of striving is where real life missions and goals get accomplished. Marathons get run; women’s intentions become reality. The benefit of merely endeavoring toward something desirable seems quite compelling. It effectively propels us toward reaching our real-life goals and helps us overcome the obstacles when the going gets tough. Seeking after a dream seems necessary, at some level, for a journey toward success.

Although women’s experiences with a Cowboys 4 Angels male companion will have interludes, our feelings of connection remain throughout. Our dream is back. It is stronger again. Women resume putting one foot in front of the other to reach the finish lines in our real lives. We do so with more energy, more confidence, more conviction, and more inspiration than we had when we were losing grip on the dream. We come back bolstered, fighting harder and smarter than we did before we reached for the Cowboys 4 Angels experience. To that end, experiences with a Cowboys 4 Angels man provides at once hope, choice, and a sprinkling of magic for women through their journeys. They provide a glimpse and reminder of the dream we seek in order to keep going and to keep becoming the best.

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Meet Las Vegas Straight Male Escorts Tonight

Treat yourself to a once-in-a-lifetime Las Vegas adventure with one of our Las Vegas straight male companions! Las Vegas is truly America’s most decadent city and excitement awaits both on the famous Vegas Strip and beyond. What better place to explore with one of our handsome cowboys? Las Vegas is the real City of Lights and remember what the commercials say. Whatever fun you have in Las Vegas is your business. This will definitely be a trip to remember forever with one of our Las Vegas straight male companions. Our famous cowboys will make your time here unforgettable. Let one of them companion you around town and just imagine how glamorous you’ll feel with one of these hot guys at your side.

There is so much to do in Las Vegas with your cowboy. Start by exploring the posh hotels. Check out the beautiful fountains and artwork at the renowned Bellagio and maybe splurge on a delicious meal at their world-famous buffet. From there, visit the Venetian and take your date on a romantic and magical indoor gondola ride. Come on, you know you’ve always wanted recline in the back of a gondola in the arms of one of the sexiest men in the world. Now is your chance! When in Las Vegas, it’s practically mandatory to take in a show. If you’ve never seen a Cirque de Soleil performance, do yourself a favor. These shows are vibrant, creative, fascinating and wildly entertaining. You will be hypnotized by the exotic acrobats and their daring feats. Absolutely, check out Zumanity in the New York, New York hotel. This is Cirque de Soleil’s most daring and revealing show. It’s raunchy, hilarious and captivating. A definite must-see for every passionate woman and her Las Vegas straight male companion, such as Bradley Lords. After the show head on over to the Big Apple Roller Coaster, also housed at the New York, New York Hotel. It’s a fun way to check out the attractions because the coaster sails right through the hotel!

If the Big Apple is too tame, visit the Stratosphere Tower for some real thrill rides. At the top of the tower, which is the tallest observation tower in the United States, you’ll be treated to breathtaking views of the Las Vegas landscape. Imagine the gorgeous photos you can snap, especially if you’re arm in arm with a cowboy like Vin Armani. The Stratosphere features four thrill rides: X-Scream, Big Shot, Insanity and Sky Jump.

With all this excitement, you’ve surely worked up an appetite. Vegas foodies love to dine at Raku Grill, a Japanese charcoal grill restaurant that’s virtually unknown to tourists. If you’re in the mood for something even more glam, dinner at Joel Robuchon in the MGM Grand is sure to please the most discriminating palates. Our Las Vegas male companion, Ash Armand would love to accompany you to a lavish meal at this romantic, high-end hot spot. Afterwards, it’s fun to stroll through the MGM Grand’s casino where you can see their live lions on display.

Sunbathe European-style (we can all imagine what that means) with a hottie like Nick Hawk at the Bare Pool at the Mirage where you and your man will be treated to VIP service that includes chilled, scented towels and frozen fruit to keep you cool in the desert heat. You can’t go to Las Vegas without going shopping and by now you’re sure to have scored big at the casinos. For haute couture, nothing compares to the Wynn Esplanade where you and your Las Vegas straight male companion can shop like the stars. Splurge on some Chanel, Manolos, Dior and more. Live it up, because Las Vegas is about pure luxury.

They don’t call it Sin City for nothing, and no one knows this better than Tao, the most sizzling nightclub in the country. You may spot a few celebrities, but even if you don’t, you’ll feel like one as you dance the night away with your smokin’ date.

Another enticing option is to take in the innovative Burlesque show at Ivan Kane’s Forty Deuce in the Mandalay Bay. Ivan Kane’s is an old-school Vegas lounge with plenty of modern twists and you’re sure to get an excellent view of the sinful, sensual showgirls as they perform their high-energy feats onstage. After the show, a DJ comes on and guests can dance ‘til they drop. A vacation in Las Vegas is guaranteed to be a uniquely decadent experience packed with over the top fun. Your memories will last a lifetime so live it up!