Sexy muse

We artists are misunderstood beings. It’s said of us that we are tormented, eccentric, bohemian, weird people. Not all of us, and not always. But those who dedicate themselves to the arts indeed have, by definition, an intrinsic sensitivity that burns inside us and that we bring out to the outside world through any artistic expression.

That, at least, is what we aspire to. There are times when nothing burns inside when we find wastelands with layers of ice and snow wherever we look. Absolute plans, with no ups and downs, no heat, no sun, no life. Sometimes the artist feels dead inside and, when that happens, there is nothing to bring out. This is what we call creative block, lack of inspiration or the muses have gone on holiday.

But one day everything changed. I was reaching out about different professions with a halo of mystery, the kind that people don’t understand and don’t want to understand. I started to delve into the world of escorts and I visited different websites in the sector, focusing on the most prestigious ones.

Marissa Escorts was a pioneer agency in Spain and, if after so many years they maintained their reputation, they must be doing something right. I started looking at the profiles of their models and, suddenly, one of them caught me completely. I don’t know what it was about this woman, but with the few photos and the brief description I found, I noticed that something inside me was burning again. The spark had been ignited again.

That same night I started to create again. They were just little sketches, sketches of ideas that didn’t quite take shape. It wasn’t much but, after so many months of creative drought, it was something. And you always start with something. This woman I didn’t even know had managed to awaken something inside me. 

The next day, after checking that everything I had done the day before made sense, I knew I needed to know more about her. I decided to contact the agency and arrange a date with her. I had never been with an escort before, so I told them it would be my first time and I wasn’t sure what I wanted to happen. I told them that it might be just a good conversation and a few glasses of wine.

They treated me wonderfully and made me feel very comfortable. I didn’t know if what I was asking for was something strange or out of place, but they quickly made me feel that nothing I wanted was a cause of embarrassment. We agreed to meet at my flat and the day arrived. At the appointed time the doorbell rang and I, new to this world, felt the same tingling in my stomach as I did on my first teenage date.

This woman was far more impressive in person than in a photograph. Everything I had imagined about her was dwarfed by reality. It wasn’t just her obvious beauty, she had that something that hypnotises you, captivates you and makes your skin crawl. For a moment I was frightened to think that, perhaps when we started talking, all the admiration I felt for her would vanish. And, with the admiration, also that need to create again that had been tormenting me for a few days, in the good sense of the word.

Nothing could be further from the truth: in addition to all her outward beauty, she was an intelligent and interesting woman. With an impressive background despite her young age, with an exquisite conversation that I never wanted to end. Every word we exchanged ignited a new spark inside me. Suddenly I felt that I was full and that I needed to start bringing out all that she had sown in me.

I took out my materials and started sketching, this time more firmly and with much clearer ideas. I don’t know how much time I spent watching her and sketching while we talked. And, in that creative high, something passionate came over me when I saw her walk to the kitchen to get another bottle of wine. When she returned, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close to me. Our faces were only millimetres apart and she, still holding the bottle, smiled.

She smiled at me like no one had ever smiled at me before and that small gesture made me completely lose track of time and space. Art no longer mattered, nothing mattered, suddenly it was just the two of us in the middle of nowhere. I kissed her with eagerness and in every way you can kiss. Sometimes softly, sometimes intensely, but always with a kind of desperation. As if I was hungry and the only thing that would satisfy me was hidden in her.

Already between the sheets, our bodies were doing the talking. Passion was palpable in every stretch of skin and was drawn out in the freest, wildest sex I had ever experienced. There was licking and scratching, moaning and whispering, stroking and spanking, hard thrusts and simple rubbing. There was everything that makes up good sex.

I don’t know how many hours we spent enjoying each other, but by the time we finished, it was dawn. I felt more alive than ever, and while she was preparing some coffee, I went into my studio and brought out of me, in the form of art, everything that woman had revived. It was my first time with an escort, but I assure you it won’t be my last. If you want to live a cathartic experience like mine, I assure you that Marissa Escorts is the right agency for you.