Lest We Forget

Posted on Apr 24, 2014

By Arabella Fox

Well boys, another Anzac Day has rolled around. While there’s definitely something sexy about a man in uniform and slouch hat, today’s post is slightly more serious as it’s important to honour those veterans who have fought for our beautiful country.

You see I once had a client who had spent two years in Afghanistan and let’s just say it was an eye-opening experience 😉

He was a young man in his early 30s. The girls on reception had warned me that he was a recently returned veteran and that he didn’t talk much. Well, that was an understatement! When he arrived to our hotel room, he barely said two words to me, and seemed unable to make eye contact.

I must admit I was curious, especially when I saw a wedding ring on his finger. He didn’t have any visible war wounds, but he was obviously struggling internally.

That first time we had sex was very violent…. and not in a playful kind of way! He held me face down on the bed, ripped my panties off and forced himself into me. I was a little frightened – he was almost like a wild animal. And strong! He pinned me down as he came, then went straight to the bathroom to clean up and left in a hurry. I lay there shaken for several minutes afterwards but I always somehow felt safe.Poppy for anzac day

He continued to make regular bookings with me after that first day. The sex was always the same, but he seemed to get more comfortable with me over time – looking me in the eye, asking how I was, and sometimes even cracking a gruff smile 😉

One day he was pounding away at me as per usual when his phone rang. He looked at the screen then stood up, white as a ghost. I asked what was wrong. “It’s my wife”, he said. “I – she – we haven’t been able to…” he broke off, looking like he was about to cry, then swore and kicked the bed instead.

I fixed him a drink and just held him for a while, then he started to talk. He told me that he had seen men blown up, children killed, women raped by soldiers; that he had cradled friends while they died; that although he dearly loved his wife, he hadn’t been able to make love to her since he returned home.

I just listened and let him talk it out. He thanked me and then leant over and kissed me and before I knew it we were having slow, passionate, tender sex, so different from all the other times. We climaxed together and I have to say, it was pretty amazing! Then he said goodbye… and I never saw him again, which I was actually happy about 😉 It’s a great feeling to know that as a high class Sydney escort you can actually help someone to heal!

Lest we forget,
Arabella xx

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