Don’t Judge an Escort by the Cover

Clients sometimes think that, because I’m an escort, it must mean I’m a freak. I can’t possibly be a vanilla kind of girl if I’m having sex for money.

I’ll admit I’ve always been somewhat of a flirt. I’ll also admit that being an escort has given me an extra level of confidence and ego – a jolt of sexual empowerment if you will. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like Vanilla.

In fact, more often than not I crave Vanilla.

So what is Vanilla? Vanilla is sex in the missionary position. Vanilla means wanting to be in a safe, secure, romantic relationship. Maybe even married. Vanilla means not wanting a guy’s finger (or cock) up my ass and not having to pretend that i like it. Vanilla means not strongly desiring to venture into the world of swinging and sex clubs, or even doing drugs.

Vanilla even means wanting another child.

Being an escort is an amazing thing…it connects you to so many different walks of life – good and bad. For every day that I wish I could quit, I am truly thankful for the experience and all that it has taught me. But the fact is, I’m an escort in my bedroom only (and sometimes on the couch, and sometimes on the kitchen counter as well). When I put my clothes back on, I’m just plain old vanilla Alanna. I’m thinking about what my next move is…what’s for dinner…what my plans are for the weekend. Not when my next appointment is, or what lingerie i’m going to wear, or whether or not i get to (psych!) break out my toys with a client.

I’m just vanilla. I’m just me.