Love is in the air

I was on my way back home to Dubai for a few days, when it dawned on me that I had fallen in love with an Luton escort. Honestly, I didn’t know what to do with myself, and found myself sitting in an airport lounge waiting for my flight to be called with my head in my hands.
I never had anything like this happen to me before, and it was a strange feeling. Did she feel the same way about me, or was I just imagining things? I have dated escorts all over the world, and many Luton escorts as well, but I have never come across anyone like this one. There was something special in between us, and I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
The honest truth was that I did not want to fall in love, and this is one of the reasons I sought out the company of Luton escorts. I liked the impartiality of escorts in Luton from If, you didn’t want to see them, you didn’t have to. They didn’t call you, or text you… Luton escorts were just there when you needed them.
Some escorts in Luton were good at massages, and other escorts in Luton had other specialities but I never met one like this one. She had stolen my heart.
Getting Involved
They say that you should never get personally involved with escorts, but somehow I had managed to do just that. I had got personally involved to the point where I had met her family, and it was a nice feeling.
I did not have a very good childhood, and now at the age of 45 I found myself quite lonely even though I made an solemn oath with myself never to marry. Personally, I had never wanted a close relationship with a woman as I had seen what my parents had gone though but Birgitta was just so different.
She had become more than another escort, and this blond bombshell from Sweden, just gnawed away at me where ever I was in the world.
I found myself standing at airport check-in decks not being able to think about anything else but her, and I sat dreaming through business meeting thinking of her. No other Luton escorts have affected me in this way.
Take a Break with me
Birgitta had wanted to go back to Sweden for a break so I offered to get her an airline ticket. I don’t why I said it, it just popped out.The next I knew I was on the plane as well. We landed in a cold and snowy Sweden, and her mom met us at the airport. She just wrapped me up in her arms, and it felt so good I could have cried.
That night as we cuddled up in Birgitta’s old room, I felt totally loved and as I drifted off to sleep, my thoughts turned to little blond girls with Birgitta. Something was going on here, and it was against all my rules.
A few days later when we landed back in Luton, I knew that I did not want to let go of this girl, it was something which did not normally happen to me.
Now, I am sitting here in this boring airport lounge looking at pictures of our holiday in Sweden, and thinking of nothing else but Birgitta and perhaps a couple of little Birgittas. Her sister had the cutest kids… I have got it really bad, haven’t I??? I can’t get on this plane… where are my car keys? Please answer the phone, and say that you are home Birgitta.

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