A Colombian Escorts Journey Through London

Camila had always been curious. Back in Bogotá, she trained as a dancer—fluid, sensual, expressive—but it was London that awakened something deeper, something darker. At 25, she joined Selina’s Girls, a discreet escorts agency based in Central London, catering to high-end clients with very specific tastes. It wasn’t long before Camila discovered hers.

She learned she loved giving up control. She craved the feeling of submission, of being used, adored, and taken. And above all, she fell in love with the intimacy, intensity, and taboo thrill of anal sex. With each encounter, she felt herself blossom—not just sexually, but emotionally. This was her journey of self-discovery—through the back doors of London's most refined postcodes.

1. Edgware Road – The Banker’s Punishment

Her first booking came through Selina’s Girls's app. The client, Marcus, a high-flying banker, wanted a submissive woman who could take discipline as well as she could take instruction.

Camila waited in his flat, dressed in black lace and heels as requested. When he arrived, the air shifted. He didn’t speak much—he didn’t need to. He pulled her over his knee like she weighed nothing. The spanking started light, each strike firmer than the last.

When he finally pressed her against the cool glass of his penthouse window, Camila moaned, her breath fogging the view of Edgware Road’s traffic below. He slid his cock inside her arse from behind—firm, relentless. It hurt. She loved it. He whispered, “You’re such a dirty girl for letting me take you this way on our first date.” She came hard, cheeks red, legs shaking, pride stripped. She was hooked.

2. Bayswater – The Domme in the Mirror

Her next booking was different. Melissa, a luxury events planner, had requested a “curious submissive escort open to female-led anal play.” Camila’s heart raced.

Melissa’s flat in Bayswater was minimalist, tasteful—and filled with toys. After pouring wine, Melissa had Camila kneel, naked, before a full-length mirror. “You’re going to watch yourself give in,” she purred.

Melissa’s fingers were skilled, confident. She rimmed her softly, opening her anal passage slowly, whispering praise and instructions like a lover and a coach. When the strap-on came out, Camila gasped—part nerves, part anticipation. It was firm but not brutal, deep but precise.

Watching herself get taken—being claimed by a beautiful, strong woman—made Camila climax in a way she never had before. Afterward, Melissa held her, stroked her hair, and whispered, “You’re made for this.”

3. Earls Court – The Neighbourhood Gentleman

Mr. Daniel was a regular with Selina’s Girls, known for his charm, soft-spoken nature, and refined taste. Camila met him at his townhouse in Earls Court—dimly lit, classical music playing.

Unlike the others, he wanted GFE romance first. They dined, flirted, shared laughter over wine. But once the bedroom door closed, everything changed. He bound her wrists with silk, laid her across his bed, and fingered her until she begged. When she admitted she wanted to be taken from behind, he smiled: “Good girls ask for it. Dirty girls beg for it.”

He made her beg.

Slow, teasing, painfully erotic, he filled her arse with patience and pressure. He took his time, whispering praise as her body surrendered to his. Camila came twice before he even finished, moaning his name like a lover. When she left, her legs trembled, her lips swollen from both kisses and confessions.

4. Gloucester Road Kensington – The Hotel Fantasy

The next booking came with very specific instructions. A 5-star suite. No names. Roleplay.

Camila entered the Gloucester Road hotel wearing a trench coat and nothing underneath. The man, tall and mysterious, was already inside. “I’ve been watching you for weeks,” he said, pushing her against the wall. “Tonight, you my little escort slut you’re mine.”

He didn’t undress her—he exposed her. Bent over the armchair, trench coat still on, panties pulled aside. The spanking was fast and hard, the anal entry rougher than she was used to. But that’s what made it perfect. She moaned into the cushion as he thrust deeper, harder, calling her filthy, glorious names that only made her wetter.

After, he pulled her into the bed, his hand resting over her marked backside. “You were perfect,” he whispered. And Camila believed him.

5. Knightsbridge – The Art Collector’s Secret

Camila was greeted at the door by Julian, a suave, salt-and-pepper gentleman with an unmistakable air of money and mystery. His Knightsbridge apartment resembled a gallery—sculptures, canvases, nude photography on the walls. He offered her champagne, but his eyes said he had no intention of waiting.

He admired her body like it was a living work of art. “Turn for me,” he said. “Let me see that perfect ass.” When she did, he knelt and spread her cheeks gently, whispering, “This is what I came for.”

He rimmed her slowly—expertly—making her shake before even penetrating. Then, he bent her over a velvet chaise longue, slipped on a condom, and pushed inside her ass as one hand held her throat and the other toyed with her clit.

The mix of pain and pleasure made her tremble. Camila climaxed so violently, she collapsed forward, sobbing with ecstasy. “You belong on my wall,” he murmured after. “But I think I’ll keep you as a living exhibit of a perfect anal escort instead.”

6. Paddington – The Power Couple

This time, it was a duo. Dominic and Eva, married for a decade and known for their hedonistic tastes and addiction to A Level escorts, booked Camila through Selina’s Girl’s “adventurous trio” package. She arrived at their Paddington loft not knowing what to expect.

They undressed her together, kissing her body from both sides. Eva pulled her onto the bed while Dominic watched. “We want to share you,” Eva whispered. “Every inch.”

The build-up was intense. Eva fingered Camila’s pussy while Dominic teased her ass with lube-slicked fingers. Then, he took her from behind—deep and deliberate—while Eva straddled her face. Camila moaned into Eva’s wetness as Dominic pushed deeper, stretching her arse wide.

It was overwhelming. Raw. Carnal. When all three climaxed within seconds of each other, the room was soaked in sweat, moans, and release.

They held her between them afterward, and Eva whispered, “We’ll be requesting you again.”

7. Sloane Square – The Woman Who Didn’t Want to Talk

Anika, a tall redhead with fierce eyes and a commanding presence, didn’t say much when Camila arrived at her penthouse in Sloane Square. “Undress. On your knees,” was all she said.

Camila obeyed.

Anika took her time—slowly lubing a large plug and working it into Camila’s ass while holding eye contact. The pressure made her gasp, but it was Anika’s dominance that sent shivers down her spine.

Then came the toy—wide, long, and wielded with precision. Camila was bent over the kitchen counter, eyes rolling back as Anika fucked her arse with rhythm and purpose. She wasn’t just being taken—she was being claimed.

Camila came screaming into the granite, her whole body trembling. Anika leaned over her and finally whispered, “Next time escort, you’ll wear a collar.”

8. Marylebone – The Agency’s Private Client

Her final booking of the month came with a personal note from Sofia, the founder of Selina’s Girls:
“This one’s special. Handle it how you like, but make sure you give him CIM and show him who you really are.”

The client, Luca, was a long-time friend of the agency, and the session was more than a hookup—it was a test.

In a plush flat near Marylebone station, Camila took the lead. She wore only heels and a harness. Luca lay on his back as she straddled him in reverse, guiding him into her slick, waiting lubed arse.

Her body knew exactly what to do. She moved slowly at first, teasing with pressure and depth, then sped up—owning her pleasure, controlling his.

“Jesus,” Luca moaned. “You love anal sex.”

She looked back at him, smiling. “I don’t just love it. I need it.”

When they both came, it felt less like sex and more like a breakthrough.

Camila's Becoming

Back at the agency, Sofia sat across from her with a knowing smile. “Well?”

Camila grinned, sore and satisfied. “I’ve never known myself like this. I used to think A Level sex was taboo. Now I realise—being taken that way is when I feel most... me.”

Sofia nodded. “You’ve found your power in submission. Not every woman can say that.”

Camila leaned back, her body aching in the best ways. She was no longer just a new London escort. She was a woman in full command of her deepest desires—ready to keep exploring them one wild, breathtaking booking at a time.

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