A Courtesan is, by all accounts, a provider of personal and intimate services to upscale and generous gentlemen…as well a handful of ladies who partake in the “hobby”. This is a very broad and general definition that simply doesn’t sync with the depth of what a true courtesan is. She is an artist, a master of her craft. She is intelligent, well educated and well versed. As a conversationalist there is no one better. She is a listener, leaning in and listening as you feel a re

The steam from the shower still clings to the bathroom mirror as I step out, droplets racing down my skin. I wipe a clear circle in the fog and take a moment to really look at myself—something I don't do often enough. The upscale Marriott has modern glass and lighting that makes everything look sleek and contemporary. My hair falls in damp waves past my shoulders, and I can see why they pay what they pay. Not just the body—though at sixty-two, I've learned exactly how to main

Another appointment with David today. I've been seeing him for about eight months now, and I think I'm finally starting to understand what makes him tick—or rather, what makes him need this particular brand of release.The preparation is always my favorite part. There's something almost meditative about the transformation into my dominant persona. I stood in front of my full-length mirror this afternoon, watching myself disappear and reappear as someone else entirely. The blac

So today was one of those days that reminds me exactly why I love this life and also why sometimes I want to throw my phone in the fucking ocean. Let me set the scene for you. I'm wearing this absolutely killer pink dress—and I'm talking a sexy long number that goes past my knees, hugging every curve, that sophisticated courtesan look that says "I'm expensive and worth every penny." Paired it with these off white boots with just enough heel to make my legs look endless withou

Dear Diary, Tonight was exquisite. The moment he walked through my studio door, I could see the anticipation in his eyes—that delicious mixture of nervousness and desire that never gets old. He'd chosen well from my website: the pale pink ensemble with matching stilettos and thigh-highs. I love when clients put thought into their selections. It shows they're invested in the fantasy, in the experience we're about to create together. I had him sit in the velvet chair while I mo

Dear Diary, Tonight was... intense. In the best possible way.I arrived at the Ritz Carlton in Georgetown around 8 PM, my black sweater dress hugging every curve just right—professional enough to walk through the lobby without turning too many heads, but fitted enough that Craig would know exactly what he was getting. The stiletto boots clicked against the marble floors as I made my way to the elevator, and I caught my reflection in the mirrored walls: hair perfectly tousled,

Another appointment with David today. I've been seeing him for about eight months now, and I think I'm finally starting to understand what makes him tick—or rather, what makes him need this particular brand of release.The preparation is always my favorite part. There's something almost meditative about the transformation into my dominant persona. I stood in front of my full-length mirror this afternoon, watching myself disappear and reappear as someone else entirely. The blac

Bill arrived at 3 PM sharp with tulips. A dozen of them in soft blush pink, my absolute favorite. He knows me. "These are perfect," I told him, taking the bouquet and breathing in their subtle scent. I arranged them quickly in my crystal vase on the antique sideboard, their delicate petals already beginning to open in the warmth of the studio. When I turned back to face him, his eyes locked onto my body. The black lace bodysuit left nothing to the imagination—my nipples press

Bill arrived at 3 PM sharp with tulips. A dozen of them in soft blush pink, my absolute favorite. He knows me. "These are perfect," I told him, taking the bouquet and breathing in their subtle scent. I arranged them quickly in my crystal vase on the antique sideboard, their delicate petals already beginning to open in the warmth of the studio. When I turned back to face him, his eyes locked onto my body. The black lace bodysuit left nothing to the imagination—my nipples press

Today was Greg again. Thursday afternoon, like clockwork. I knew exactly what he wanted before he even walked through the door—he always wants the same thing, and honestly, I don't blame him. There's something about the way I work my mouth that drives him absolutely wild, and he's told me more than once that no one else comes close. I chose the hot pink and nude lingerie bodysuit for today's appointment. It's one of my favorites—delicate floral petals strategically placed to

Today was exactly what I needed—a reminder that I still have it, that age is just a number when you know how to work what you've got.I spent the afternoon preparing my studio, making sure every detail was perfect. The canopy bed with its flowing tulle netting caught the candlelight beautifully, casting soft shadows across the silk sheets. My vintage chaise lounge sat in the corner, velvet cushions arranged just so. I'd placed candles strategically around the room—on the night

The client was running late, and I was alone in my studio. Everything was already set—the candle globes hanging from the ceiling casting slow, golden patterns that danced across the walls. A perfect song came on, the kind that settles into your hips before your mind even catches up. I picked up my glass of wine and let myself move with it, slow at first, then freer. I laughed softly when a little wine spilled over my skin, warm against my body, and that was when I decided I d

There’s a reason men come to me. It isn’t just the body, or the fantasy, or even the discretion — it’s the experience of being fully seen and genuinely desired, if only for a moment. Many of the encounters I’ve shared over the years have been incredible, intimate, and deeply memorable. Some men, in particular, I’ve grown quite fond of — connections built on trust, chemistry, and mutual appreciation within the space we shared. But even the most intoxicating encounters were sti

There are nights that feel rehearsed, and then there are nights that feel summoned. This was the latter. He had seen the dress once before — daylight, laughter, the chaos of the Renaissance Festival swirling around us. Back then it was innocent enough, layered and playful. But he remembered it. The way the sheer pink fabric clung. The way it hinted instead of revealed. And when he asked — softly, almost reverently — if I would wear just the dress for him, I knew exactly what

By popular demand, I have returned to the private pages of my diary, where life as a refined and discreet provider of elite social companionship in Washington, DC unfolds in the intimacy of ink and memory. I have long been regarded among an inner circle of well-established gentlemen — and a handful of select women — as a confidante, muse, sensual guide, and discreet partner in indulgence. My world is one of whispered introductions, exquisite evenings, and the kind of personal

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