What’s Luxury Encounter to You?

[Best Kept Secretary]

When you hear the words luxury encounter, what comes to mind?

Is it the sparkle of anticipation before the door even opens? The slow burn of connection where every detail feels tailored just for you? Or maybe it’s champagne, silk sheets, and the thrill of knowing you’re in the hands of someone who knows exactly how to make time stand still.

- How do you define luxury when it comes to an unforgettable encounter?
- What would you expect from the lady who creates it?
- And if every little fantasy were fulfilled, how much would you happily devote to experience it?

Indulge me with your answers below… I’m eager to hear what makes your idea of luxury irresistible.

[victoryformation]

1) High-end hotel.
2) She emerges from behind the door all dolled-up in a Victoria's Secret Baby Doll (in a pair of 5" CFM pumps).
3) Emmaculate and spotless room.
4) Palpable room ambiance.
5) Mood lighting.
6) Mood music (like "The Best of Sade").
7) Impeccably groomed.
8) DFK.
9) DATY.
10) DATO.
11) Catch lightning in a bottle ... and, get off to the races.
12) Cuddle time.
13) Cool down with pillow talk.

[Anonymous01]

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that for me, an older gentleman of color, it's the quality / authenticity / honesty of the lady I'm with, not the gaudy trappings of excess that we chase like hamsters on crack (think Las Vegas faux).


A luxury encounter for me is time spent with a lady who sees beyond the color of my skin and eyes and sees the intelligent, perceptive, (well camouflaged) sensitive, educated, traveled person behind what I need to look like to survive in this dog-eat-dog society.


I prefer to travel to northern / western European countries were the "hobby" is completely legal and sexworkers have the same rights as any other kind of worker. I'm not adverse to remaining celibate for a year or more in order to save up the coin for a 10-12 hour plane ride and a business class hotel on the (quiet) side of a major city.


A luxury experience for me is first and foremost, feeling safe and comfortable in my own skin, which is something that is not possible for me here, right now. My chosen partner has been carefully screened, and has screened me just as rigorously, but through the quality and consistency of the COMMUNICATION that we have had prior to our meeting. I know a lot about her - how she thinks, her preferences in cuisine, wine, scent, areas of the world, seasons, etc. She knows the same about me. Typically, we only know each other's first name - the rest doesn't matter.


My chosen partner has the same need (or hunger), for honest, open dialog with another thinking, breathing, feeling human being. Many of my partners have high pressure careers in finance, medical, or government, and need the release the same way people working their asses off anywhere in the world do. They need to be recognized for their individuality, their spirit, the unique inner beauty, and their sexuality as much as I do.


The setting doesn't have to be the Wedding Suite on the top floor of the Intercontinental Hotel. It's likely to be whenever and wherever the mood strikes. About a decade ago I was getting the Parisian's tour of the nooks and crannies of the Luxembourg Gardens in late spring, and every nook and cranny was occupied by copulating couples of every variation and stage of life. Fortunately, we were able to find the last unoccupied space and enjoyed totally unexpected, spontaneous public sex on a beautiful late spring afternoon. Being typically American, I started feeling self conscious and started covering and cleaning up. My partner asked what I was doing and if I had somewhere else to go. I replied that I didn't want to break any public decencies laws, and her delicious reply (in heavily Parisian accented English) was there are no public indecency laws in Paris, as there are no specific laws against public copulation. "Somebody has to file a complaint with the gendarmes, and they are in no hurry to respond, especially on such a beautiful afternoon as this."


I never thought at my age at the time I could get so ready so fast for "le retour".


So, for me, it comes down to how open, accepting, and comfortable with their own sexuality my partner is. As an aside, almost every trash container in the Garden had its share of used condoms.... I left my contribution. I'm certain I would have been arrested and prosecuted if I just discarded them in the shrubbery...


Some experiences just can't be had in the US. Imagine that happening on the Upper West Side of Central Park in NYC? (The closest thing the US has to the Luxembourg Gardens.)


I'll STFU now.

[jayjaychrome]

Originally Posted by Anonymous01

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that for me, an older gentleman of color, it's the quality / authenticity / honesty of the lady I'm with, not the gaudy trappings of excess that we chase like hamsters on crack (think Las Vegas faux).


A luxury encounter for me is time spent with a lady who sees beyond the color of my skin and eyes and sees the intelligent, perceptive, (well camouflaged) sensitive, educated, traveled person behind what I need to look like to survive in this dog-eat-dog society.


I prefer to travel to northern / western European countries were the "hobby" is completely legal and sexworkers have the same rights as any other kind of worker. I'm not adverse to remaining celibate for a year or more in order to save up the coin for a 10-12 hour plane ride and a business class hotel on the (quiet) side of a major city.


A luxury experience for me is first and foremost, feeling safe and comfortable in my own skin, which is something that is not possible for me here, right now. My chosen partner has been carefully screened, and has screened me just as rigorously, but through the quality and consistency of the COMMUNICATION that we have had prior to our meeting. I know a lot about her - how she thinks, her preferences in cuisine, wine, scent, areas of the world, seasons, etc. She knows the same about me. Typically, we only know each other's first name - the rest doesn't matter.


My chosen partner has the same need (or hunger), for honest, open dialog with another thinking, breathing, feeling human being. Many of my partners have high pressure careers in finance, medical, or government, and need the release the same way people working their asses off anywhere in the world do. They need to be recognized for their individuality, their spirit, the unique inner beauty, and their sexuality as much as I do.


The setting doesn't have to be the Wedding Suite on the top floor of the Intercontinental Hotel. It's likely to be whenever and wherever the mood strikes. About a decade ago I was getting the Parisian's tour of the nooks and crannies of the Luxembourg Gardens in late spring, and every nook and cranny was occupied by copulating couples of every variation and stage of life. Fortunately, we were able to find the last unoccupied space and enjoyed totally unexpected, spontaneous public sex on a beautiful late spring afternoon. Being typically American, I started feeling self conscious and started covering and cleaning up. My partner asked what I was doing and if I had somewhere else to go. I replied that I didn't want to break any public decencies laws, and her delicious reply (in heavily Parisian accented English) was there are no public indecency laws in Paris, as there are no specific laws against public copulation. "Somebody has to file a complaint with the gendarmes, and they are in no hurry to respond, especially on such a beautiful afternoon as this."


I never thought at my age at the time I could get so ready so fast for "le retour".


So, for me, it comes down to how open, accepting, and comfortable with their own sexuality my partner is. As an aside, almost every trash container in the Garden had its share of used condoms.... I left my contribution. I'm certain I would have been arrested and prosecuted if I just discarded them in the shrubbery...


Some experiences just can't be had in the US. Imagine that happening on the Upper West Side of Central Park in NYC? (The closest thing the US has to the Luxembourg Gardens.)


I'll STFU now.

It's honestly wild to think that there are providers who are far less educated, refined and eloquent than you, who still wouldn't see *you* because of *your* skin color.

Wonderful comment, thanks for sharing!

[Anonymous01]

Originally Posted by jayjaychrome

It's honestly wild to think that there are providers who are far less educated, refined and eloquent than you, who still wouldn't see *you* because of *your* skin color.

Wonderful comment, thanks for sharing!

Yes, it's sad... we live in the most affluent post-info age society on earth, but it's still the least advanced as far as sex work, race, tech infrastructure, etc., etc., etc...


My plan is to stay put for a year or two, get my ducks in a row, and then go expat to the EU - Spain and Portugal have a very affordable cost of living. Once you become a citizen of the EU (1-2 years, depending) you can travel ANYWHERE in the EU without a passport!

[Anonymous01]

To the OP:


I deeply apologize for hijacking the thread. To answer your question directly, you are a luxury experience, as everything you do and bring is for real. You wouldn't know how to fake "IOP" if your life depended on it. It's been too long since I last saw you; I'm a certified OG now and you would probably kill me! (But what a way to go....)


You are genuine in your words, thoughts, and actions. You don't know how rare that is in these days of "influencers". Heat, hell, you bring the sizzle. Don't need a four star suite, flowers, or chocolates. Just a quiet, clean, private location, plenty of bottled water to stay hydrated, and maybe an AED just in case... you are CPR certified, aren't you?


Don't change a thing about yourself. You're a legit Texas treasure!

[Wile E Coyote]

It really means nothing to me in this hobby world since it is used as a gimmick more than anything else.

Luxury is just like any other adjective used in a ad to describe what I provider does, like upscale, premier, exclusive, ect. that is suppose to be different than all others and designed to bait business in the door.

No provider can say how she is BCD and it really mean something to smart hobbyists, only a paying client who saw her for a session can do that, and it is his opinion and his alone.

[Footfein75]

hmmmmm, not really a luxury kinda monger lol i prefer down n dirty...and raunchy

[Madison of Houston]

Originally Posted by victoryformation

1) High-end hotel.
2) She emerges from behind the door all dolled-up in a Victoria's Secret Baby Doll (in a pair of 5" CFM pumps).
3) Emmaculate and spotless room.
4) Palpable room ambiance.
5) Mood lighting.
6) Mood music (like "The Best of Sade").
7) Impeccably groomed.
8) DFK.
9) DATY.
10) DATO.
11) Catch lightning in a bottle ... and, get off to the races.
12) Cuddle time.
13) Cool down with pillow talk.

What if it's not a high end hotel but a much nicer apartment in a private apartment building or say like a standalone townhouse?

I've often considered raising my rates and billing myself this way, because I do indeed all of the above, however, in a private setting (not hotel.)

And with all of that, comes an added cost to me to provide all of those amenities, hence why I would raise the rate.

That being said, I'm well aware of the market dictating the rate, and I also *know* that some cantankerous clients would be judging me even more harshly even if I provide a lovely ambiance/amenities and a good service, which is why I've yet to raise them.

Anyways, just food for thought.

[Madison of Houston]

Originally Posted by Wile E Coyote

No provider can say how she is BCD...

Well, and even if we *could* it's wholly subjective. Some people demand caviar, others are perfectly happy with Taco Bell. Different strokes, and everyone has a different palate. So, no matter what I would say about myself/my place/my service, each and every single client is going to experience me/my service from their own unique perspective.

[Busty]

Did someone mention Chocolate, it's yummy!!!

[Dorian Gray]

: Today the part of 'Johnny-Too-Many-Handles-To-Keep-Track-Of-Yet-Manages-To-Get-Themselves-Banned-All-The-Same' will be played by Dorian Gray :

Permit me, if you will, to ascend this iron balcony of reason & proclaim a truth forbidden in our decaying modernity.... for me, a disciplined gentleman of unimpeachable heritage & calibrated desires, luxury is not chaos. Luxury is not Vegas. Luxury is not America’s diseased carnival of neon desperation, where the spiritually bankrupt chase “authenticity” like hamsters mainlining amphetamines


Luxury, comrades, is purity. Luxury is control. Luxury is the deliberate, calculated orchestration of intimacy according to principles of biological excellence & cultural alignment. It is not about “finding myself.” I have already found myself. I am right here, in command. The purpose of the encounter is not validation. It is selection. It is curation. It is the refinement of the human experience into something efficient, orderly, & worthy of preservation


This is why I disdain America’s sexual market of chaos. Its Tinder algorithms, its “polycules,” its cultural worship of mediocrity. There, men debase themselves for scraps of attention from creatures who speak of “healing” & “vibes.” Pathetic. I have no interest in “connecting” with someone’s “soul wounds.” I am conducting an interview for genetic compatibility


.... & so I travel north & west, to the bastions of civilization that have not yet drowned in their own rhetoric. Nations where the hobby is legal, transparent, & structured. Where the sex worker is not a “victim” trapped in a morality play, but an efficient economic unit contributing to national stability. A nation that understands the difference between liberty & license, & regulates pleasure as one regulates currency, borders, or breeding stock


You see, my encounters are not random. They are curated with precision. My partners are vetted like candidates for a special forces program: mental acuity, conversational discipline, physical symmetry, & yes, ideological compliance. I have no interest in “free spirits.” I want stability. I want heritage. I want someone whose blood carries the same sense of continuity that built cathedrals, not hashtags


The meeting begins long before we meet. We exchange not idle chatter, but philosophies. I learn her stance on sovereignty, hierarchy, & the preservation of culture. She learns mine. By the time we meet, there is no ambiguity, no chaos, no tiresome “discovering each other.” We are perfectly aligned. Two efficient organisms engaging in the most ancient of exchanges without the pollution of American self-help psychobabble


I recall, for example, my encounter in the Englischer Garten of Munich. Every shaded enclave was alive with human vitality. Couples of every form, merging in the spring air. Americans, naturally, panicked: “Public decency! Public morality!” But my Bundesbürger companion, a woman of superior cultural training, whispered: “There are no laws here against passion.” & there it was: the elegant balance between order & chaos, where the state regulates when to interfere, & when to step back, letting nature assert itself

In America, this would be unthinkable. Central Park? Helicopters. Police dogs. Court summons. A televised morality panic featuring tearful senators & gluten-free activists. But Europe understands that unregulated morality breeds neither strength nor pleasure. Only repression & mediocrity. There, decadence is harnessed, weaponized, channeled for the vitality of the collective. That is civilization


For me, a luxury encounter is not indulgence. It is duty. It is discipline disguised as desire. A woman’s openness, her comfort with her own sexuality, her ability to operate without shame. These are not just preferences. They are markers of suitability, of breeding, of evolutionary alignment. Where America offers disorder, Europe offers continuity. Where America fetishizes “uniqueness,” I pursue efficiency. Where America prays to chaos, I kneel only before order


Some experiences cannot.... must not.... exist in the United States. The culture is too fragmented, too soft, too enthralled by the slow suicide of “personal freedoms.” True passion cannot bloom in a garden of moral relativism. True luxury requires borders. True sexuality demands hierarchy. True freedom, the only kind that endures, exists when the state decides precisely when to let you sin.… & precisely when to remind you that you belong to something greater than yourself.
Anything less is entropy. Entropy is unacceptable

[Wile E Coyote]

Originally Posted by Madison of Houston

Well, and even if we *could* it's wholly subjective. Some people demand caviar, others are perfectly happy with Taco Bell. Different strokes, and everyone has a different palate. So, no matter what I would say about myself/my place/my service, each and every single client is going to experience me/my service from their own unique perspective.

Exactly, which is why when a hobbyist posts his subjective review of how his experience went with a provider whom he paid for a service that she advertised she does and she did not follow through per his opinion, he should not get flamed for posting that opinion. But we all know too well that is not the case.

Furthermore, a hobbyist letting a provider know what he likes in a session he pays for really needs to be done, unless the guy does not care and is just satisfied with being naked in the same room with a woman. Just as you pointed out, one man's luxury may be another's disappointment.

[Madison of Houston]

Originally Posted by Wile E Coyote

Exactly, which is why when a hobbyist posts his subjective review of how his experience went with a provider whom he paid for a service that she advertised she does and she did not follow through per his opinion, he should not get flamed for posting that opinion. But we all know too well that is not the case.

Furthermore, a hobbyist letting a provider know what he likes in a session he pays for really needs to be done, unless the guy does not care and is just satisfied with being naked in the same room with a woman. Just as you pointed out, one man's luxury may be another's disappointment.

I agree to an extent. Flaming shouldn't be ok. A lot of the times the "bad" reviews are due to some kind of mess the rest of us aren't privy to, however, I know for sure a lot of these providers don't offer a great experience as well, so in that case, I think a truthful (not mean) is warranted.

As far as letting know what he likes/wants - I think certain specific activities need to be verified beforehand to avoid disappointment. I've had several reach out asking for specifics, and I'm glad they did so we knew before even scheduling if it would be a right fit or not.

Beyond that, there are reviews on us to give you guys a good idea of what we offer, and other than that, there is *always* an element of chance on both sides - we never know fully who's going to walk in our door and you never know exactly what you'll be walking into.

Also, keep in mind, for us, we have to be people/service experts because we work *all* kinds of clients/personalities, so all we can do is our best to make it a good time for you.

[Wile E Coyote]

Originally Posted by Madison of Houston

I agree to an extent. Flaming shouldn't be ok. A lot of the times the "bad" reviews are due to some kind of mess the rest of us aren't privy to, however, I know for sure a lot of these providers don't offer a great experience as well, so in that case, I think a truthful (not mean) is warranted.

As far as letting know what he likes/wants - I think certain specific activities need to be verified beforehand to avoid disappointment. I've had several reach out asking for specifics, and I'm glad they did so we knew before even scheduling if it would be a right fit or not.

Beyond that, there are reviews on us to give you guys a good idea of what we offer, and other than that, there is *always* an element of chance on both sides - we never know fully who's going to walk in our door and you never know exactly what you'll be walking into.

Also, keep in mind, for us, we have to be people/service experts because we work *all* kinds of clients/personalities, so all we can do is our best to make it a good time for you.

I agree with your statement to an extent.

When a hobbyist contacts a provider for an appointment for a session, it is not only his right, but really an obligation to let a provider know what he likes in a session he pays for. Like you said, you have to see if it is a right fit before you even schedule to begin with. There is nothing worse than a hobbyist saying nothing but setting an appointment, especially with a provider he has never seen, going BCD with her and expecting her to read his mind. Then give a bad review because he was not satisfied (clue: getting a nut does not mean he was satisfied with the session). He rightfully deserves to be called out for that every time.

Letting a provider know what you desire in a session AND her agreeing that is is comfortable doing it, then she flakes on the service while BCD with him, will usually mean a negative review is coming if he so chooses to do a review, and she has no leg to stand on (the allowing of posting the private communications would be extremely valuable here). Most providers just say yes to get the appointment as they want that guaranteed money and know that others will stick up for her on the sites as all she has to do is differ from his version of events.

Yes, you never know who is going to walk through your door, but a reference check of ladies he has seen should give you a pretty good idea what he is about. And, as an example, he lets you know and you agree to him doing DATO, you need to be very clean down there. If you are not, then he reports that in his review, you have no recourse. Another example is if he tells you he likes passion or at least real sounding and body language IOP, you say you are comfortable with it, and you are mentally checked out dead fish fuck, same concept.

But, if you do what you say you will do and he likes his time with you, guess what? You have a regular client because he will call you again and again in the future. Isn't that what this whole thing is about?