He flew in just to see me, and before we even met, he had already laid the ground work for a very good time—thoughtful gifts sent ahead of our date, each one leaving me intrigued and impressed. As a Manila escort, I’ve had my share of lavish dates, but this one felt different from the very start. There was a kind of tension, not the nervous kind, but the kind that hums quietly in the background.

We spent the weekend tucked away in one of the country’s finest beach resorts—a setting so luxurious it felt plucked from the pages of a romance novel. He had arranged everything in advance, down to a private dinner set in a secluded corner of the island, where the sea stretched endlessly before us and the sunset poured gold and crimson across the sky. We had our own private villa,  a butler catered to our every whim, yet it wasn’t the extravagance that stayed with me. It was how he treated me—not just as a companion, but as someone to be cherished and completely spoiled.

He asked me to ask him for gifts, as though fulfilling my desires wasn’t just a pleasure for him but a requirement—oh, I had a great time indeed.

But what truly captivated me wasn’t the setting or the indulgence—it was him. Despite being close to my age, he carried himself with a calm wisdom, a sense of spirituality that added depth to every conversation. The way he spoke made me want to lean in, linger, and listen. That weekend wasn’t just about luxury or lust. It was about connection, curiosity, and a kind of intimacy that lingers—like the scent of salt air, his oud, and sunsets still clinging to my skin.

Seduction truly is in the mind.