High class escort Dakota from Amsterdam

An inspired high class escort shares…

After sharing our previous blog about unique bookings, we received some wonderful messages from both clients and escorts. First and foremost, it’s an honor that people even take the time to read our blog. And of course, receiving positive messages is always a joy.

Amsterdam high class escort Dakota thoroughly enjoyed reading the stories and wanted to share one of her own, of a booking that stood out to her because of its spontaneity, playful challenge, and subtle romance. Below is her story, exactly as she described it.

One of my most memorable recent bookings as a high class escort

"Saturday evening. I glance at my phone and smile. A long booking in Amsterdam. Plenty of time to truly get to know each other. When I arrive, he opens the door with a relaxed smile. We already knew each other, but this time, he surprises me with his proposal: ‘Would you like to go play pool in the city together?’

I blink for a moment. Most bookings start with a drink or dinner, but this? I’ve never experienced this before. Of course, I love the idea.

Before we head out, he disappears into the kitchen. ‘We can’t leave on an empty stomach,’ he laughs while skillfully whipping up a quick Italian meal. The aroma fills the kitchen, and I watch as he effortlessly prepares dinner for me. A man taking care of a woman… it does something to me.

The pool café is cozy and warmly lit. As we walk in together, all eyes in the café suddenly turn toward us. We clearly draw attention. He explains how he used to play as a kid with his friends, how for him, it's a game of strategy and patience. I watch as he focuses, positioning his cue against the white ball, his movements smooth and controlled.

‘This is my first time, so I’ll need your help,’ I say, looking into his eyes. He shows me how to hold the cue and stands behind me as I lean over the table. According to him, I’m a fast learner.

With each round, the tension between us builds. We laugh, tease each other, challenge one another. Whoever wins the last round wins everything. Then, a little accident: in the final round, he accidentally pockets the black ball, and I win. I grin triumphantly as he shakes his head in amusement. ‘I suppose I’ll have to pay my debt,’ he whispers, his voice dark and full of promise.

Back at his Amsterdam home, the tension that has built up is almost tangible. No more words are needed. Bodies find each other, hands explore, desires are fulfilled. He is tender yet passionate. I think it’s his Italian roots. A perfect balance. I feel desired, wanted, as if this night was written just for us.

Afterward, he smoothly slips out of bed and disappears downstairs. Moments later, he returns holding something. ‘For you,’ he says softly, placing a small dish of homemade tiramisu on the bedside table. I laugh in surprise and take a bite. It melts on my tongue, soft, creamy, with that perfect hint of espresso and cocoa. ‘I made it for you this morning,’ he whispers in my ear as his fingers playfully trace over my skin. And before I know it, round two begins.

As I get ready to leave at the end of the night, he presses something into my hands, a small bag of Italian cantuccini cookies. ‘For your breakfast tomorrow. So you’ll think of me for a little longer.’ I look at him and smile. I know I definitely will.

As I sit in the taxi, I lean back and let the evening replay in my mind. His smile, the way he challenged me while playing pool, how his hands moved over my body. Everything felt so natural, so effortless. Not like a transaction, but like a real encounter between two people who understood each other.

I open the bag and take a bite of one of the cookies. The subtle taste of almond and honey fills my mouth, and I smile. This wasn’t just another booking. This was a romantic evening that will linger in my memory for a long time."