For your eyes only…

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For your eyes only...

One of the most wonderful and treasured people I’ve met as Saffron, commissioned a private photoset and some literotica to, ahem, entertain himself with during the pandemic travel restrictions which temporarily placed our dates on hold. At a time when touch was rendered impossible for us, these media – and the senses they provoked – became our intimate love language and amplified the tension between us so that, when we did eventually reunite, our passion was explosive.

Now, with the permission of this beautiful man and patron of the Saffron arts, if you will, I’m thrilled to share with you an excerpt of the literotica I penned for him. Doing this makes me reflect on how the provider-client relationships and connections we form in this industry are unique. No individual or personality is the same and our interaction and chemistry as a pair is completely different too. And so are our stories; the journeys we take together, as well as the exploration and discovery we make along the way. 

And so, here it is, a story of lust and longing about one of the sexiest men I’ve ever met and the very epitome of what it means to be a gentleman…

Finally, the time has arrived for our third date and I reflect on how I felt when we last parted; a bittersweet mixture of good fortune at having met a soul like yours and sadness at the thought that we might never see each other again. Nearly two years may have passed since we last met but my day-to-day life is dotted with reminders of you and our time together. London Nights sits on my bookshelf evoking memories of our very own London night every time I walk past it. Dinner at Spring, drinks back at your hotel, and our illicit fun afterwards. And whenever I wear the watch you had delivered to my place before we’d even met, I’m immediately transported to that autumnal Saturday evening, and that sense of wonder at having elicited the kind generosity of a complete stranger as well as curiosity at who this incredibly thoughtful gentleman could be.

As our third date approaches, I wonder whether, as with contemporary dating culture, it’ll be the time we seal the deal. My imagination runs wild with the different possibilities and permutations our evening – and morning – could take. While you spend the afternoon of our date in meetings, I pass it relaxing and unwinding at your hotel spa. After a languorous afternoon, a languid contentment flows through my body. I feel at once a relaxed, sensual openness and the electric, carnal yearning that comes from hours of luxurious, decadent pampering. After two years of not having seen you, I know instinctively that our time together is going to be passionately explosive.

Back in the room and time to get ready. I reach for my lingerie bag and out slide the beautiful pieces you gifted me. A stunning satin ensemble and another intricate and delicate lace set. I smile once more at the thought and effort you invest in taking care of others and making them feel special. Selecting the satin number, I luxuriate in the sensation of putting on the lingerie whilst simultaneously imagining you removing it again. I take my time, gently unfurling each nude stocking and smoothing them along my toned legs before snapping them into place with the garter belt. I slip on my stiletto heels and then slowly turn before the mirror. My full, natural DDs fill my black satin bra to the brim, the matching garter belt accentuates my cinched-in waist and womanly hips, and the thong complements my curvy ass. I look approvingly at my reflection and wonder what your reaction will be when you see me.

A quick spritz of Thé Noir 29 by Le Labo, its musky, smoky tones diffusing the air and infusing me with its heady sensuality. All that remains now is for me to put on the dress I’ve carefully chosen for this evening; a figure-hugging red dress which highlights my ample curves and tight physique. Before putting it on, I go to replace the lace underwear in the lingerie bag and my fingers alight upon something else inside. The Womaniser. I bite my lip. Shall I or I shan’t I? Would it somehow be cheating or not? I’ve waited for this moment for so long and can’t wait for my first orgasm to be with you, but then, on the other hand, I just can’t wait.

I feel an overwhelming desire take over my body, a swirling sensation in my chest and my breasts ready to be grasped and squeezed and sucked. I squeeze my thighs together and my pussy is already so engorged and swollen. I make my decision. I pick up the Womaniser, then walk across to the bed and make a mental apology to you – but I just can’t help myself. Lying on the bed, I run my hands across my body and imagine how it will feel when you touch me again for the first time, how you’ll smell, your weight on me, your hardness. My hands stop momentarily on my breasts, tracing circles around them before squeezing my hard nipples through the satin cups of my bra. The back of my right hand grazes along my navel until it reaches the fabric covering my smooth pubis. I cup my vulva with my hand and gently squeeze. My clitoris is so hard, my labia so full, my pussy so wet. I groan. I could cum almost instantaneously but I want this bliss to last.

I make flat my fingers and gently slide them inside my panties and against my slickness, then I hear the door catch. My heart jumps. Before I can get up, I see your image reflected in the hallway mirror, striding towards the bedroom and then,

“Well, well, well. You just couldn’t wait, could you?!”. Your lips curl into a teasing smile and your eyes shine playfully.

The tantalising options which literally lay before you, expand into a myriad of exciting, exhilarating possibilities. When you first embarked upon this secret adventure, it had already felt as though you’d re-taken the wheel, as it were. But now you feel a different kind of creative control and licence, and the power to make our story go in whichever direction you choose. The intrinsic power of that concept both jolts and arouses you; a power that seems amplified by towering over me fully-clothed having “caught” me in flagrante delicto. So what do you decide to do? You pause to savour this moment a little longer and then…

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February dates

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Valentine's (Pancake Day & Chinese New Year) date suggestions

Ask Brits what their favourite month of the year is and chances are that most will choose any but February. No one chooses late winter when the wind blows cold and glacial, the clouds hang low and grey, and the trees are stencilled stark and denuded against the city skyline.

But, for me, February is one of my favourite times of year. Little more than a month after the winter solstice, and the ever lightening and brightening days are becoming more noticeable, London’s parks emerge dotted with daffodils, croci and snowdrops and the first of the fruit blossoms make their late-winter debut.

Following the longest month of the year, when everyone is either surrounded by or (god forbid) becomes a dry January-er, and the first payday of the year when bank balances collectively rebound from our Christmas extravagances, a perceptible buzz may be detected once more in the air and restaurant reservations revert to becoming increasingly difficult to make.

Finally, after a mini-drought of holidays and festivals with nothing to celebrate (or celebrate with), there’s a flurry of things to get excited about. And this year, Chinese New Year, Pancake Day and St Valentine’s Day join forces, falling within just a few days of each other on the 10th, 13th and – of course – the 14th of February. Combined with Nowruz (Persian New Year), the latter two are my favourite days of the year and, luckily for you, I’ve come up with a list of the best places to celebrate them with your favourite luxury companion.

Chinese New Year: bucketlist restaurants

A. Wong 



China Tang


Mimi Mei Fair 

Valentine’s bucketlist restaurants

The Ledbury 

Rochelle Canteen 

Sketch: Lecture Room & Library 


The Clove Club 

Sessions Arts Club 





Pancake Day: places to celebrate at

Where The Pancakes Are (spoiler: they’re here

The Ritz. This fine establishment brings out a trolley to make crêpes suzettes at your table! 

Colony Grill Room at the Beaumont. Weekend brunch features sour cherry and clotted cream pancakes amongst its other delicious offerings.

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Advent calendars

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Advent calendars

London-based high class independent escort, Saffron Smith, writes a series of Christmas-themed articles including one on inspired tips for Christmas dates in the capital but – first things first – have you got your favourite luxury companion a matching luxury advent calendar yet?

No? Well, breathe a sigh of relief; it’s the 13th of November so it’s not too late to do something about it but also get your skates on because it’s the 13th of November and these beauties will fly off the shelves before you know it. 

Advent calendars make for wonderful presents for not only do they build excitement in the lead-up to Christmas but they also serve as fabulous countdowns to Christmas dates and have your companion thinking of you with fondness every time she opens a window. So my advice to you is don’t skimp on a lame “12 days of Christmas” one, ok, get a full 24-day calendar and let thoughts of you reign the entire month.

High end advent calendars

This selection of luxe advent calendars might be on the pricier end of the scale but certainly represent a worthy investment for the woman who liberally sprinkles sunshine into your life.

Liberty Beauty Advent Calendar, £225. The beauty advent calendar to top all beauty advent calendars. So coveted it is that it’s Liberty London’s fastest-selling product in its 145-year history.  At £225, it’s most definitely a splash-out purchase but with over £840 of beauty products inside, it’s also great value.

Diptyque “Cabinet of Curiosities”, £320. The latest advent offering from iconic Parisian fragrance house, Diptyque, brims with 25 exquisitely-scented treats ranging from miniature candles to perfumes. A wonderfully luxurious gift for any companion who prizes high quality products and sensorial delights.

Jo Loves Advent Calendar, £325. The doors of this limited edition advent calendar open to reveal a dazzling array of scents. With a personalised surprise for your companion on Christmas Day as well as a mulled wine fragranced candle and a perfume called “Snowflakes,” this calendar has Christmas written all over it.

Mid-range advent calendars

You don’t need to break the bank to put a smile on your companion’s face this Christmas and here’s the proof.

Rituals The Ritual of Advent Calendar 2021, £89.90. Designed to resemble a snow-covered European village but inhabited instead by beauty products, this beautiful creation is a delightfully twee twist on advent calendars.

Kiehl’s Holiday Limited Edition Advent Calendar, £99. Begin the Christmas countdown in luxury. This deluxe advent calendar features 24 hair, skin and body care products including some of Kiehl’s most iconic formulas.

Cowshed Beauty Advent Calendar, £140. A perfect Christmas countdown, this calendar includes a range of beauty miniatures which will leave your companion smelling even more delicious than she normally is over the festive season.

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Nom de plume

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Nom de plume

In this article, independent London escort and luxury provider, Saffron Smith, talks about real first names and the importance (or not) of knowing them, writing in 800 words what she probably could have said in 80. Apols.

In my pre-Saffron days, I used this monstrous invention called dating apps. One chilly December evening, I went on a first date with someone whose profile pictures were gorgeous. Perhaps it might sound like a contradiction in terms but his hair was big and bouffy, perfectly coiffed into a curled, cloud-like work of art. In his dating profile, I remember him bemoaning the numerous approaches he’d receive from couples seeking a unicorn (honestly, his hair was great) and how people with B.O. were a huge turn-off for him.  As we strolled along the Embankment, him in a caked suit looking nothing like his photos, me in knee high boots and a chic jumper dress downwind of his B.O., I felt a distinct sense of disappointment. More than that though, I felt a sense of intrigue.

In all the conversations we’d had online before we met, in all the searching questions he’d asked, and the long, intense discussion we’d had on our first date, not once had he asked what my name was. As we walked along the Thames and then got some mulled wine at a Christmas market, I wondered when he would ask what has got to be the most obvious, number one question asked by one new person of another new person. So commonly-asked is it that it has to be a collective cultural reflex closely followed in Anglo-Saxon countries by the tedious question, “What do you do for a living?”. However, the date went by and the opportunity to ask it probably became more embarrassing. When he messaged me later to see if I wanted to meet again, I asked him why he hadn’t asked me my name. His reply? That he was on a dating app and was purely focused on getting laid. No, if only – that would’ve been too truthful. What he said, and with some convincing measure of conviction, were words to the effect of, well, what do names actually matter?

Entering the industry in 2018 and adopting a pseudonym for the first time in my life gave me occasion to revisit this otherwise insignificant time in my life and consider what names, and our knowledge of them, actually matter. Does knowing someone’s first name confer a relationship with greater intimacy and trust? Ask my postman and he would categorically say no and I, for one, would agree. The strongest connections I’ve made in this industry, with both lovers and industry friends alike, are underpinned mostly by complementary personality types, shared values and mutual care – not an obsessive desire to know all things great and small about the other as though we’re in the business of Victorian botany. And it’s precisely because my favourites are this way, that they don’t push any boundaries and that they let our relationships develop naturally and take their own course, that they have become my favourites in the first place – and so there’s something tautological about it all, too. And when I think of it, when do I ever call my lovers by their names? Never. And when does anyone address me by my name? No one, unless they’re my mum and they’re angry at me so why anyone would want to recreate this mood is beyond me.

However, for some particularly curious (read: intrusive) clients, there can be an unhealthy obsession with wanting to discover a provider’s real name as well as other biographical information. On a Venn diagram, I’m sure you’d see that a significant proportion of these clients are exactly the same ones who would attempt to push other boundaries, too. But why this obsessive desire? Besides compromising my security, what benefit does sharing my real name with clients actually have? In a way, the question answers itself. One of the most arduous aspects of being a companion, one far more onerous than tax returns, and which merits an article of its own, is having to manage very large egos. Let’s call it “big dickhead energy” for short. The fact of something being off-limits becomes like catnip to a fragile ego. Being privy to secret, carefully-guarded information equates in the mind of the power-obsessed to an exercise in dominion and control: I know, therefore I am special. You are rendered more vulnerable, therefore I am more powerful. Even more worryingly, there are – fortunately a minority of – clients who delight in asking intrusive questions, making someone uncomfortable, seeing how much they can get away with, and feeling a misplaced sense of superiority as a result.

So if you meet a companion and you feel the urge to ask her what her real name is, do the right thing and repress it. Fin.

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Girlfriend Experience

Saffron Smith

Happy Birthday to me!

The first of May heralds the beginning of the best month in the calendar – for not only has spring well and truly sprung but it’s also my birthday month! Thank you to everyone who’s kindly remembered and generously offered to take me out to celebrate it or contacted me to ask what I’d like for my birthday. I really do appreciate your thoughtfulness.

I’ve written here a list of gift ideas that I would absolutely love!  It goes without saying that all gifts great and small are hugely appreciated. If we’re not meeting in person, please contact me for a discreet email address to which gift cards can be sent. Thank you so much in advance!!!

Spa day – After a long lockdown, a day of preening and pampering sounds like unmitigated bliss to me – and what better way to unwind than a spa day at the Berkeley, Akasha or Four Seasons (to take just a few examples)?

PerfumeThé Noir 29 by Le Labo. La Tulipe & No Man’s Land by Byredo. Vanille Fatale & Tobacco Vanille by Tom Ford. Selfridges offer e-gift cards for treasured gentlemen who can’t yet make it to the UK for in-person dates.

Fine dining – Bon vivant that I am, I adore dining out. Hopefully we have birthday dinner plans of our own but if this can’t yet happen, fret not! Some of the restaurants in my to-eat at list including Murano and Pied à Terre offer gift vouchers which make ideal gifts for the epicurean! 

Books – The perfect present for a writer and bibliophile – but also such a novel way (terrible pun intended) of handing someone their “donation”! I’ve been meaning to work my way through this year’s Booker shortlist but I imagine that having the books in it would be a necessary first step in this challenge!  E-gift vouchers also available from Waterstones.

At Night All Blood is Black by David Diop
The Dangers of Smoking in Bed by Mariana Enríquez
When We Cease to Understand the World by Benjamín Labatut
The Employees by Olga Ravn
In Memory of Memory by Maria Stepanova
The War of the Poor by Éric Vuillard

Watch – As some of you may have seen, my Apple watch recently suffered a fatal accident (RIP) and so a replacement would be HUGELY appreciated. The model I have fallen in love with since is here

Stella McCartney thing of beauty – This is the most extravagant item on my wishlist. As some of you know, I rarely covet designer shoes and handbags but this piece of art is an absolutely alluring exception!

Other great gift card ideas include Beauty Bay and John Lewis. Again, I am immensely grateful for all presents – regardless of how big or small. Cliché as it may sound gifts are always appreciated, never expected – and I really am stoked that some of you have reached out with the sole purpose of seeing what I’d like for my birthday. I consider myself to be very lucky indeed – so thank you!

Big kisses,

Saffron xx

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London GFE escort, Saffron Smith, writes a short commentary on The Musicians & an even shorter poem on the transience of youth (which is slightly longer but still short).

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It was a moment in time that we thought would last forever

You with your paintbrush, me with my lute, us and our youth and insouciance.

But classical Rome has come and gone, as has 1597, as will your time too, Visitor.

Perhaps before it does, it will be preserved in paint, print, picture or press

but then again perhaps not.

But whether immortalised or not, all other moments will vaporise and vanish into the void you now feel in your heart thinking of it.

Then what remains of your moments, your footsteps, of you?

We were all once 15, and we will all no longer be, and therein, my friend, lies our humanity.

This short poem I wrote was inspired by a Caravaggio painting I recently saw. Walking through a sea of old paintings it was the one above, called The Musicians, which caught my eye. What I found so striking about it was the youth, the attitude and the look of the artist’s subjects. Depicting a group of young men or adolescent boys at a classical Roman era jam, it captures a youthful regard familiar to anyone from any time. Two of the musicians appear to look directly at the “viewer” with the self-possessed confidence of youth that thinks its youth will last forever.

The universal nature of the human condition is what tends to have the most impact on me whether in literature, music or the visual arts. Whilst the musicians in the painting possess an air of invincibility and eternal youth, what jolted me about them was the simple thought that not only are they long-since dead but that so too are their great-great-great-great-great grandchildren. At once, there is both sadness and solace within this. Sadness that everything must come to an end and solace that so it must for everyone.

Every generation suffers the affliction of considering itself – its problems, its issues, its everything – unique to them. Individually, we might from time to time manage to see past the ends of our own noses and gaze beyond our navels. However – as generations, as epochs, as societies – our existences tend to be lived in hermetically-sealed vacuum packs. We appear to exhibit little in the way of knowledge or inquisitive thought of other generations that proceed or precede us, or display much in the way of general historical consciousness.

If we do ever stop to consider earlier generations, even those close to us, it’s often with the thought that bygone times were quaint and antiquated and that we have progressed (or, sometimes, regressed) so much since then. Yet while the way we live our lives has changed considerably over the years, many of the issues we grapple with have remained constant. Whether concerning issues relating to the personal questions which occupy our thoughts, navigating our journey through the world, finding comfort in the space we occupy within it or many of the issues surrounding our relationships with other humans – all of these matters have been grappled with for millennia, never mind centuries. This is something I draw comfort and reassurance from. Our youth may be passed to the soundtrack of older folk falsely invoking “the good old days” but really they were just “other days”.

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Social dates & rates

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Social dates & rates

London-based GFE escort & companion, Saffron Smith, launches social dates – a perfect solution for this new era of social distancing & beyond!

As with other independent escorts, the easing of lockdown measures has heralded an increase in enquiries to the bat phone. After 11 weeks of lockdown, it would appear that the gentle- and not so gentlemen of the UK are chomping at the bit for the company of luxury companions. For too many people, married and single alike, the past two and a half months have witnessed the driest period in our sex lives since early adolescence, and the feeling that some of us have become extras in the cast of The Inbetweeners – an unnerving plot twist on life becoming “art” becoming life again and the horrifying thought that The Inbetweeners might now be actually having more sex than us (*shiver*).

Interestingly though – and perhaps unsurprisingly – a few of the queries I’ve been receiving of late have been about the possibility of social dates. That’s right: socially-distanced platonic dates. How interesting the times we live in have become, and yet how revealing and reassuring they are of our intrinsic human desire for connection – to see a face, a different face and one that’s not on Zoom. Yes, it’s been fun working from the comfort of our sofas (or suitcases stuffed with duvets in my case), only making an effort from the waist up for work video calls, being freed from office small talk and eating more cheese toasties in the past two months than we did in the previous 20 years but we’re all ready for actual fun now.

Without meaning to sound as though I’m glancing back at the Belle Époque, now, more than ever, many of us are realising how precious our pre-lockdown days were. The immeasurable warmth of seeing someone’s face beaming at seeing you again. Eagerly picking up the threads of the last conversation and weaving it into a new one with stories we entertain each other with. Looking to the other for shared and differing insights and perspectives on what’s going on, and wrong, in the world around us. Laughing at each other’s jokes in a fan club composed of only two members. When you think of it like that, it’s really no wonder that social dates would actually be a thing.

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In fact, one of my favourite memories of last summer was of a social date, when an exceedingly special gentleman took me to see Evita at Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre. I’ll always remember how magical that evening was – the stage framed by a canopy of trees, dusk gently falling over us and the lights illuminating the night sky. Sigh. Last year also saw me eating my way around London’s Japanese restaurants whilst marvelling at the intellectual brilliance and surrealist humour of the bewitching company I was in.

When I think of it, quite a few memorable experiences I’ve had as Saffron Smith have been social dates and, as this becomes an increasingly sought-after experience, I’m pleased to announce the introduction of new social rates! Of course, until we see the reopening of restaurants, bars, theatres and such like, we will have to become inventive about the kind of fun we create but here are a few ideas – as well as the new rates!

A Walk in the Park | 1 hour | £300

Perhaps you’re back at the office and time-pressed with only an hour for lunch. Perhaps you’re not back at the office but pressed for excuses. Or perhaps you’re such a stickler for rules, you’re sticking to the old ones which only permitted an hour of outdoor exercise. Whatever the case may be, why not grab a coffee together, go for a walk in the park and shoot the breeze for an hour? Chances are it’s just the tonic you need after a monotonous diet of the same faces.

Sandwich me into your day | 2 hours | £450

Honestly, coming up with names for social dates is worryingly beyond my abilities as a writer but, as I always say, why let lack of ability put you off trying?! But whilst we’re on the subject, what’s the point of having names for dates anyway? Is it to add allure, to make things sound less “bald” or more innocent? I have no idea. When I began life as a companion in 2018 though, references to “dessert” on other providers’ rates pages had me stumped. Why casually bring something as important as dessert into conversation and not actually mean it?  Anyway, I digress. You can tell I’ve spent lockdown watching a lot of Seinfeld. So yeah: roll, wrap, burrito, something that at least has the spirit of a sandwich and I will be the Elaine to your Jerry – or another sitcom sidekick to sitcom star – for two hours.

Picnic Party | 3 hours | £550

Luckily, lockdown has coincided with the longest stretch of sunny weather we’ve had in living memory. In a world currently devoid of city breaks and beach holidays, picnics and garden parties are where summer 2020’s at. Let’s take a hamper and blanket to the park, flirt at a one or two-metre distance depending on the applicable official advice, and pretend we’re on holiday for a couple of hours! For trusted clients who are able to host, why not take the party to your back garden with a romantic meal for two and a glass of bubbles?!

Sure, lockdown might have temporarily closed our natural habitats of bars and restaurants but, with some creative thought, it certainly doesn’t need to spell the end of our fun together! For further enquiries about booking a social date (or a regular one), feel free to use my booking form or contact me by email.

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Dinner dates

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An Ode to the Dinner Date

In this short piece, London GFE escort and companion, Saffron Smith, pens a love letter to one of her greatest loves: the dinner date.

Dinner dates are my favourite kind of dates – with breakfast dates, brunch dates and lunch dates coming a close joint second. Every species has its own courtship ritual: male bowerbirds construct luxury bachelor pads for their mates, blue-capped cordon-bleu songbirds perform high speed tap dances, male mice sing ultrasonic songs, and us humans have dinner and drinks. It’s not even just the rules, it’s the actual laws of nature. And who are we, as mere ephemeral mortals, to defy them?

While shorter assignations have their own illicit charm, my preference will always be for longer trysts. The best connections take place on different levels: physical, sexual, intellectual and spiritual – to name but a few – and it is the dinner date that lends itself well to forming them. Sharing a bottle of wine and connecting over food offers such a simple and sensorial way of bonding: a time to relax, a time to share a social experience, a time to be ourselves together.

The natural evanescence of pre-date nerves and their replacement with unforced familiarity and growing connection. The peaking of interest: getting to know someone else, feeling intrigue and curiosity, learning some of the ingredients that make up the other person. The building of connection: getting a taste of what we each value in life and making each other laugh. The delicious anticipation of a sensational soirée to come, the exchange of flirty glances and knowing looks. In short: the magic of connection and the creation of a pocket in space and time where nothing else matters beyond the here and now.

As a born and bred Londoner, I consider myself lucky to live in a city whose restaurant scene is nothing short of dazzling. Allow me to play culinary tour guide and make suggestions based on your own palate’s preferences or your aesthetic interests. Place your trust in me and try some of my favourites or, even better, why not explore somewhere new together? My well-researched to-eat-at list includes Pied à Terre – one of London’s longest running Michelin-starred restaurants, Gauthier Soho – the first fine dining restaurant in London to offer a vegan menu, and Nutshell – the latest Iranian restaurant to join the capital.

I know that people who “eat to live” walk among us but as an earthy, sensual, live-for-the-moment kind of gal, I most definitely originate from the “live to eat” tribe – even if my body tells a more slender story. And dinner dates are by far one of my favourite activities. After all, are there any greater combinations on earth than food and sex – or tasting menus and wine pairings?

But enough about why I love dinner dates. What might they be like from your perspective? Allow me to imagine for a moment:

You lift your gaze from the restaurant menu and see me walk towards you. You have been looking forward to this moment for quite some time, imagining what the face behind the blur is like and now that much anticipated moment has finally arrived. The first thing you notice is my confident and graceful gait and, as I approach closer, the second thing you notice is my strikingly beautiful face, the radiant smile I wear and how it seems to fill the room. You look admiringly at my toned physique, casting your eyes over my alluring curves and the way my elegant style appears to wrap them. You return my smile and internally pat yourself on the back for making the choice to get in touch with me.

Greeting each other simultaneously with the zest of new lovers and the familiarity of old flames, you’re instantly set at ease. Almond-shaped, chocolate brown and communicating animation, warmth and interest, my eyes lock with yours. You feel an instant connection and sense its reciprocation. You look approvingly at my natural beauty: high cheekbones, full lips and the clear, caramel complexion you’ve seen in my photos and feel intense attraction. You think of some of the more revealing of my pictures and smile to yourself about the secret we already share and the secrets we’ll share later.

Perhaps you’ve just read what I’ve written here or perhaps you’ve also followed me on Twitter, but my writing and humour have piqued your interest, you’ve a strong feeling we’re going to get on but you’re intrigued to see just how well we’ll connect. All your expectations are exceeded. Our date reminds you of how essential it is to enjoy authentic connection, to be with someone who is at once interested and interesting, to feel connected to the present and yet also somehow feel as though you’re taking a mini-vacation from your everyday.

My easy laugh enchants you. My natural interest and unfeigned curiosity engage you. My looks enrapture you. You wonder why we didn’t meet sooner. So what are *you* waiting for? Go to my website booking form or craft an introductory email and let’s begin penning our very own story.

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“Hunted” by a High Class English Escort

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Hunted: a poem

Languidly and languorously,

She lies in wait.

The lure of her allure —

at once hunter and hunted

and you, her delicious bait.

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The First Approach

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The First Approach

Thinking of getting in touch with an independent escort? Wondering how to do it? Then look no further! Saffron Smith has some top tips on how to make a date with an independent escort.

Last week, I had the privilege of seeing one of my favourite clients. Charming, upbeat and pleasant company, our date was so much fun and whizzed by as per usual. There’s many a time when I connect with someone special as a luxury companion and marvel at my good fortune at having even met them to begin with. Yes, I know it’s not unusual to have the experience of being booked as an escort if you’ve advertised on a website for independent escorts. However, what is beyond my control as a companion is who even gets to see my profile, and reaches out to me, in the first place.

High class escorts may have different approaches to marketing – and then, of course, have full control in filtering and screening who they eventually get to see – but, generally speaking, it is the prospective client who initiates contact. Because of life’s lottery – of someone choosing to contact me when London already possesses a plethora of beautiful GFE escorts – I genuinely thank my lucky stars when I meet outstanding human beings in my secret role as Saffron Smith.

That feeling of serendipity or luck is amplified where the date nearly never took place. Perhaps I only got to meet a gentleman because he unexpectedly visited the UK instead of a different corner of the globe he normally travels to. Perhaps his trip to London was a whistle stop tour packed full of work and social engagements with just a narrow window for an illicit encounter with a high class companion. Perhaps he made a chance hashtag search on Twitter, or saw a comment made on another luxury provider’s tweet, or took a sneak peek at an advertising platform he doesn’t usually use. Or perhaps, as with the case of my client – the charming, upbeat, fun guy mentioned in my opening paragraph – there was something a little bit off, shall we say, about his original contact.

Before I go on, it’s important to state that there isn’t a one-size-fits-all approach to contacting escorts – petite escorts, brunette escorts, British escorts, touring and FMTY escorts, English escorts or any other escorts for that matter. All of us have our own opinions about the type of communications we prefer with some views converging and others diverging. So before I caveat everything I write here in the naturally self-editing style of almost everyone I know over the age of 30, let me just say that while the opinions I express here may be shared by many others, they are my own and that my suggestions are just that, too. And so here they are: my suggestions on comms with independent companions.

1. Follow instructions

We are all sometimes guilty of diving into things headfirst, of not reading a recipe through before  attempting to execute it, or failing to read instructions before assembling a piece of furniture. We’re too excited for that dish to land on our plate, or overly confident in our abilities to pull it off, or lack the attention span to read the instructions – or all of the above. But first impressions count, particularly in an industry where the people who populate it necessarily perform perpetual risk assessments as standard. So you’ve come across an elite escort you’d love to see? Great! Then create a positive first impression by doing your utmost to read her website and/or advertisements carefully and reaching out to her via her preferred mode of communication with all requested information. 

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2. Keep it concise – but not too concise

On the spectrum of conciseness, there exist two extremes. On the one end of this spectrum resides the “U avails” and solitary “Hi” and “Hellos” (invariably followed by a series of question marks to indicate that the author deems you lacked the good sense to reply to them in the first place). On the other end of the spectrum of concision, lies the more verbose of messages, the fantasist copy-paste templates sent presumably to every independent escort in the entire universe. One of our tasks as independent companions is to sort out the more serious-sounding enquiries from the not-so. My client top tip would be to think of your initial enquiry as a sandwich (albeit a very sexy one like from the overpriced bakers down the road or Pret’s Hot section). Introduce yourself in the first slice of this metaphorical sandwich (“I’m white and athletic” doesn’t cut it, I’m afraid), use the filling to set out what made you choose to get in touch with your selected high end provider and how you came across their profile, then use the last slice to specify the proposed time, date, duration and location of the booking.

3. Inter-date communications

I have seen interesting discussion on this subject of late. The rate an escort is paid is for her companionship during the time of your date. Unless otherwise specified, it does not constitute payment for an online correspondence course. There are clients who initiate contact only to make dates. There are clients – and independent escorts – who reach out on an impromptu or more regular basis. Perhaps we’re checking in on you (discreetly) to see how an operation went, to find out how your course is going, to wish you luck for a sporting event or because we saw something which made us think of a private joke we share or something we thought suited your personality down to the ground. Everyone has their own approach to communications between dates and there are no hard and fast rules. But for some gentlemen, there may arise confusion between the Girlfriend Experience and actually being someone’s girlfriend. Don’t suck the joy out of the special world we create together by becoming an emotional vampire. In cases like this, you might find it useful to remind yourself that you met through an escort website – not eHarmony or As for the minority of pernicious clients who feel entitled to a provider’s time between dates, who dangle the carrot of financial reward for a future potential date and expect a provider to dance for it? Well, I have no words.

So there you have it, my latest blog post on making a date and general comms with independent escorts. I hope you have found it helpful and, hopefully, a bit funny too.

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