A romantic evening in Amsterdam with Louise

High class escort Louise loves romance as much as latex

At Society Service we do more than talk about luxury and sensuality, we let our readers sense how an encounter smells, tastes and sounds. This week you get a glimpse into the life of Louise, an escort who strolls along the canals as effortlessly as she steps onto a red carpet.

In her previous piece she teased the senses with latex; today she trades that glossy shine for softness and shows how romance and elegance intertwine. What follows is her own account of a rainy Sunday that blossoms into an evening filled with scented candles, sparkling bubbles and whispering music. Lean back, enjoy and let Louise guide you.

A romantic evening in Amsterdam with high class escort Louise

"You saw me in latex in my last blog but do not be misled. Everything I do I do with total commitment, and this blog is devoted to showing my deeply romantic side. You and I work hard to get where we are, and when we work hard we must relax even harder...

This morning I woke up early. I hear raindrops falling on the roof. I rise and stretch. I slip into my silk loungewear, slide on my slippers and walk to the bathroom to brush my hair, wash my face and apply my face cream. I go downstairs to make a warm hazelnut coffee, those little extras make all the difference. My cat also stretches and follows me to the kitchen. She has been my shadow for nearly fourteen years. I ask Google to start my morning coffee playlist; soft acoustic tones and the aroma of coffee fill my small apartment. I open the door to the roof terrace so the cat can walk around but it is raining and she lifts her nose to the air and looks at me disappointed. I say, “I know, it is gloomy weather kitty.” We close the door and settle on the sofa while I enjoy my coffee.

I wanted to buy myself fresh flowers but the weather is not inviting. I light a large scented candle instead; today I will stay indoors. That makes it the perfect day to sketch new designs for my business. When I finish it is time for brunch. I throw something together and brew tea. Energised by an item I created I decide to take out my sewing machine and beautiful fabric and get to work. A few hours later, and four broken needles, I look at my nearly finished prototype. My alarm goes off, it is time to get ready.

It is six o’clock. I take a long shower, spray oil on my body for the softest skin, use my powder tinted makeup palette, classic black mascara and a soft pink gloss on my lips. Because it is rainy outside I choose a sleek ponytail. I mist extra shine to bring out the best in my long blonde locks. Then I walk through a cloud of good perfume with a rose base. I look at myself from every angle in the mirrors and tell myself this will be another night to remember.

When my skin is dry I put on only my silk thong. The highlight of the evening is tucked safely in a silk pouch in my bag next to other exciting items.

I choose a neutral linen jumpsuit. It is seven o’clock, time to leave. I slide into my classic Chanel slingbacks, grab my Louis Vuitton Keepall, car keys, house keys and say goodbye to my cat. “I will be home in a few hours darling,” I say while she looks at me with a reproachful gaze. I whisper that this is the best way to give her good care and tasty food and laugh to myself. Out the door, into the car.

I put on a playlist of Parisian tunes and drive toward Amsterdam. The sky clears and the sun breaks through, perfect timing. I park the car and walk to the hotel just a few minutes away. I step inside with confidence, greet the staff with a cheerful “Good evening” and find my way to the lifts.

I am a little early but so is my new host. After a short wait the lift doors open and a tall handsome man with green eyes and a wide smile steps out. “Louise?”

During the walk to the suite we are already chatting freely. It is the first time we meet so we need to get to know each other. We soon discover we both work in a creative field and the tone is set. He opens the door and the first thing I see is a large bed scattered with carefully placed rose petals. I grin widely and make the cliché joke that it is too much, that he did all that on his arrival day just for me. We laugh and the ice is broken. I put my bag down, music is already playing. I am handed a lovely glass of bubbles and the evening officially begins.

I cannot tell everything of course but I can share that I asked him to make the room even more romantic with candles I had brought. In the bathroom I prepare a warm luxurious bath with lots of foam. Candles and sultry music transform the atmosphere in minutes. I take out my stylish delicate lingerie and carefully slip into it. Today I wear the colour of the drink, Champagne. The fabric is soft and lustrous and the golden details flatter my skin tone. Who needs jewellery when you can wear this. I smooth every line so the piece fits perfectly around my curves. I look in the mirror, turn to see the back, perfect. Then I turn up my favourite burlesque music and decide to surprise my date as I slowly walk back into the room so he can take in everything he sees. I spin around and start to dance for him slowly. A few songs later he rises from his chair and joins me. Now the game truly begins. We kiss gently and explore each other. I help him undress and invite him into my carefully created spa domain.

There I undress myself slowly, piece by piece. First my barely covering bustier; I extend my arm and let it drop while keeping eye contact. Then my hands glide along the lines of my thong, I pull the fabric away from my skin, bend forward and let it fall to the floor. All the beautiful things are now unveiled. I move slowly along my abdomen down the side of my leg to release the first garter followed by the other and finally the suspender. I find his eyes again and try to read his thoughts. One last item, my neck piece. Now we stand there, completely ourselves. He offers his hand and guides me into the bath. The warm water embraces my body, we toast, have deep conversations and connect. Flushed from the water and the bubbles he offers his hand once more to help me rise. For a moment I wear a dress of foam and he lays out a soft towel.

From this point I invite you to use your imagination. Time really flies when you are having fun and I feel the moment has come to shower. The massage oil washes away but the memories stay.

I tidy the bathroom, style my hair and check my makeup. It looks as if nothing happened. A message from Marike lets me know the time is up. I know. One last long goodbye kiss and I wish him a good night.

I get into the car. Our memories remain. Two strangers who met at eight now know each other quite well by midnight. Encounters like these are pure magic. It was another evening for the books."