What’s Luxury Encounter to You?

When you hear the words luxury encounter, what comes to mind?

Is it the sparkle of anticipation before the door even opens? The slow burn of connection where every detail feels tailored just for you? Or maybe it’s champagne, silk sheets, and the thrill of knowing you’re in the hands of someone who knows exactly how to make time stand still.

- How do you define luxury when it comes to an unforgettable encounter?
- What would you expect from the lady who creates it?
- And if every little fantasy were fulfilled, how much would you happily devote to experience it?

Indulge me with your answers below… I’m eager to hear what makes your idea of luxury irresistible.

1) High-end hotel.
2) She emerges from behind the door all dolled-up in a Victoria's Secret Baby Doll (in a pair of 5" CFM pumps).
3) Emmaculate and spotless room.
4) Palpable room ambiance.
5) Mood lighting.
6) Mood music (like "The Best of Sade").
7) Impeccably groomed.
8) DFK.
9) DATY.
10) DATO.
11) Catch lightning in a bottle ... and, get off to the races.
12) Cuddle time.
13) Cool down with pillow talk.

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that for me, an older gentleman of color, it's the quality / authenticity / honesty of the lady I'm with, not the gaudy trappings of excess that we chase like hamsters on crack (think Las Vegas faux).


A luxury encounter for me is time spent with a lady who sees beyond the color of my skin and eyes and sees the intelligent, perceptive, (well camouflaged) sensitive, educated, traveled person behind what I need to look like to survive in this dog-eat-dog society.


I prefer to travel to northern / western European countries were the "hobby" is completely legal and sexworkers have the same rights as any other kind of worker. I'm not adverse to remaining celibate for a year or more in order to save up the coin for a 10-12 hour plane ride and a business class hotel on the (quiet) side of a major city.


A luxury experience for me is first and foremost, feeling safe and comfortable in my own skin, which is something that is not possible for me here, right now. My chosen partner has been carefully screened, and has screened me just as rigorously, but through the quality and consistency of the COMMUNICATION that we have had prior to our meeting. I know a lot about her - how she thinks, her preferences in cuisine, wine, scent, areas of the world, seasons, etc. She knows the same about me. Typically, we only know each other's first name - the rest doesn't matter.


My chosen partner has the same need (or hunger), for honest, open dialog with another thinking, breathing, feeling human being. Many of my partners have high pressure careers in finance, medical, or government, and need the release the same way people working their asses off anywhere in the world do. They need to be recognized for their individuality, their spirit, the unique inner beauty, and their sexuality as much as I do.


The setting doesn't have to be the Wedding Suite on the top floor of the Intercontinental Hotel. It's likely to be whenever and wherever the mood strikes. About a decade ago I was getting the Parisian's tour of the nooks and crannies of the Luxembourg Gardens in late spring, and every nook and cranny was occupied by copulating couples of every variation and stage of life. Fortunately, we were able to find the last unoccupied space and enjoyed totally unexpected, spontaneous public sex on a beautiful late spring afternoon. Being typically American, I started feeling self conscious and started covering and cleaning up. My partner asked what I was doing and if I had somewhere else to go. I replied that I didn't want to break any public decencies laws, and her delicious reply (in heavily Parisian accented English) was there are no public indecency laws in Paris, as there are no specific laws against public copulation. "Somebody has to file a complaint with the gendarmes, and they are in no hurry to respond, especially on such a beautiful afternoon as this."


I never thought at my age at the time I could get so ready so fast for "le retour".


So, for me, it comes down to how open, accepting, and comfortable with their own sexuality my partner is. As an aside, almost every trash container in the Garden had its share of used condoms.... I left my contribution. I'm certain I would have been arrested and prosecuted if I just discarded them in the shrubbery...


Some experiences just can't be had in the US. Imagine that happening on the Upper West Side of Central Park in NYC? (The closest thing the US has to the Luxembourg Gardens.)


I'll STFU now.

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that for me, an older gentleman of color, it's the quality / authenticity / honesty of the lady I'm with, not the gaudy trappings of excess that we chase like hamsters on crack (think Las Vegas faux).


A luxury encounter for me is time spent with a lady who sees beyond the color of my skin and eyes and sees the intelligent, perceptive, (well camouflaged) sensitive, educated, traveled person behind what I need to look like to survive in this dog-eat-dog society.


I prefer to travel to northern / western European countries were the "hobby" is completely legal and sexworkers have the same rights as any other kind of worker. I'm not adverse to remaining celibate for a year or more in order to save up the coin for a 10-12 hour plane ride and a business class hotel on the (quiet) side of a major city.


A luxury experience for me is first and foremost, feeling safe and comfortable in my own skin, which is something that is not possible for me here, right now. My chosen partner has been carefully screened, and has screened me just as rigorously, but through the quality and consistency of the COMMUNICATION that we have had prior to our meeting. I know a lot about her - how she thinks, her preferences in cuisine, wine, scent, areas of the world, seasons, etc. She knows the same about me. Typically, we only know each other's first name - the rest doesn't matter.


My chosen partner has the same need (or hunger), for honest, open dialog with another thinking, breathing, feeling human being. Many of my partners have high pressure careers in finance, medical, or government, and need the release the same way people working their asses off anywhere in the world do. They need to be recognized for their individuality, their spirit, the unique inner beauty, and their sexuality as much as I do.


The setting doesn't have to be the Wedding Suite on the top floor of the Intercontinental Hotel. It's likely to be whenever and wherever the mood strikes. About a decade ago I was getting the Parisian's tour of the nooks and crannies of the Luxembourg Gardens in late spring, and every nook and cranny was occupied by copulating couples of every variation and stage of life. Fortunately, we were able to find the last unoccupied space and enjoyed totally unexpected, spontaneous public sex on a beautiful late spring afternoon. Being typically American, I started feeling self conscious and started covering and cleaning up. My partner asked what I was doing and if I had somewhere else to go. I replied that I didn't want to break any public decencies laws, and her delicious reply (in heavily Parisian accented English) was there are no public indecency laws in Paris, as there are no specific laws against public copulation. "Somebody has to file a complaint with the gendarmes, and they are in no hurry to respond, especially on such a beautiful afternoon as this."


I never thought at my age at the time I could get so ready so fast for "le retour".


So, for me, it comes down to how open, accepting, and comfortable with their own sexuality my partner is. As an aside, almost every trash container in the Garden had its share of used condoms.... I left my contribution. I'm certain I would have been arrested and prosecuted if I just discarded them in the shrubbery...


Some experiences just can't be had in the US. Imagine that happening on the Upper West Side of Central Park in NYC? (The closest thing the US has to the Luxembourg Gardens.)


I'll STFU now. Originally Posted by Anonymous01

It's honestly wild to think that there are providers who are far less educated, refined and eloquent than you, who still wouldn't see *you* because of *your* skin color.

Wonderful comment, thanks for sharing!

It's honestly wild to think that there are providers who are far less educated, refined and eloquent than you, who still wouldn't see *you* because of *your* skin color.

Wonderful comment, thanks for sharing! Originally Posted by jayjaychrome

Yes, it's sad... we live in the most affluent post-info age society on earth, but it's still the least advanced as far as sex work, race, tech infrastructure, etc., etc., etc...


My plan is to stay put for a year or two, get my ducks in a row, and then go expat to the EU - Spain and Portugal have a very affordable cost of living. Once you become a citizen of the EU (1-2 years, depending) you can travel ANYWHERE in the EU without a passport!