He said I made Dubai feel like home

He arrived with a guarded smile and a carry-on full of suits. A CEO from Paris, in Dubai for just five nights. The kind of man who'd stayed in too many five-star hotels to be impressed by thread counts or skyline views. I met him at the Four

My regular from Lebanon cancelled amid Iran–Israel Tension

He usually sends one line: “Same time?” That’s it. We never need to go over details. He knows the building, the floor, and the exact time the light hits the windows in Business Bay. It’s always incall. He lands in Dubai, arrives quietly, and leaves the same way.

He paid me in advance then asked me not to come

He booked three nights. No negotiation, no hesitation. Crypto arrived the same hour full amount, plus extra. The hotel was already reserved in my name, Jumeirah Emirates Towers, Sheikh Zayed Road. His message was brief: “I’ll be in town Friday. You’ll have the suite key waiting.” I replied

Dubai escort invited to Zurich for a private weekend

He reached out through email no name, no small talk, just flight details and a hotel reservation under mine. Payment arrived shortly after. Crypto, clean. I didn’t ask questions. Zurich wasn’t new to me, but the way he handled everything was. No requests. No long messages. Just: “I

One night in Dubai changed everything

He wasn’t my usual type of client. No chauffeur, no dramatic hotel suite, no checklist of fantasies. Just a simple email: “One night, no distractions. I’ll handle everything.” Crypto was sent within minutes full payment, no negotiation. I almost turned it down, not because of him, but because

She hired a Dubai escort for her husband birthday

Her email arrived at 2:47 AM. The subject line was empty. The body was short. My husband will be in Dubai on the 11th. It’s his birthday. He doesn’t know I’m doing this. You come highly recommended. If you’re available, I’d like to book

Moaning between Downtown Towers

It started with a dinner reservation he didn’t show up for. Instead, he sent a car with a note: "Come to me instead. Top floor. The Address Boulevard." I arrived in heels, black silk, and nothing beneath. The elevator climbed like a slow tease. When the doors

The billionaire who cried in my arms

He stood by the window like a man who ruled everything but couldn’t touch peace. No greeting, no smile just a quiet request: “Stay.” His voice had weight, like every word was dragged through years of pain. We didn’t talk at first. He poured wine, handed me a

He Booked me as a travel companion to Singapore but

He booked me to travel with him to Singapore. We didn’t sightsee, didn’t attend the events. We never even stepped outside the suite. He told me it was for a gallery dinner, three nights, two events, one man who never spoke more than necessary. He booked me not

I waited in the jet lounge but he never landed

I arrived early, just as he asked. Black dress. Hair straight. No perfume as he didn’t like distractions, only presence. The message had been short and unusually precise: “Meet me airside. 6:40 p.m. I want to see your eyes before I see anything else.” The kind of