The original article ‘Pas bij een gigolo kwam ik voor het eerst klaar‘, from the Dutch edition of glossy ‘Marie Claire’ can be read here. The translated text of the article is written out below.
Marieke (34) had little experience with sex and wanted to know what it feels like to have an orgasm. After an internet search, she came across gigolo René.
“When I was in my twenties, I didn’t have much experience in bed. My first time was at 21, during a one night stand. I kind of liked it, but I didn’t feel quite right about that night – there was alcohol involved. The same goes for my second sexual experience during a study trip, where I got into bed under the influence with someone I didn’t really like. Afterwards I regretted it. I wondered what sex would be like normally, under sober conditions. And also whether and how I would come. Although I masturbated occasionally, I had never managed to orgasm. Making love twice had loosened something. Something I wanted to explore.
I hadn’t had a serious relationship yet. I was and am not the type to hang out at the bar until three in the morning and prefer to visit my friends at home on weekends. Dating sites did not yield much. I’m on Tinder these days. Also no success. If there are no dick pics coming my way, then someone will ask in his second message which position I like. Very tiring. It’s all so premeditated. Not for me.
My need I could not deny. I was curious and so I was suddenly searching online one evening. I don’t remember the exact search term, but I was looking for sex and especially for someone who, in contrast to myself, had a lot of experience. I quickly came across escorts. Gigolos, in all types and sizes. Dressed or not dressed. Depicted in full regalia, sometimes with an erection as well. Not quite my cup of tea.
The site of a certain René did appeal to me. He had nice texts about his work and said he likes to pamper women. In a friendly, civilized and reliable manner. I decided to send him an e-mail in which I briefly told something about my situation. A sweet and understanding message soon came back. Of course he could take into account my lack of experience. In combination with a piece on his website in which he explains what a first date can look like, that convinced me. In no time at all I had booked a hotel in a foreign city. René was going to visit me there and stay with me for four hours. In our e-mail exchange he assured me that all my fantasies would come true.
I was looking forward to it and had dressed myself up nicely for the occasion and put on some lingerie. But I was also very nervous, especially when I waited in my hotel room for him to knock on the door. I had no idea what to expect, because I didn’t have a photo of him. His height was the first thing I noticed: a lot shorter than me. Not really my type, but pretty and slim. Not that it mattered. We were soon having a nice chat and I noticed immediately that he is very sweet. That made me feel at ease right away.
His subtle approach helped as well. After a drink and a chat, on his initiative I went to bed for a massage in bra and panties. René gently took my back under his hands. After that, he kept going one step further. With a heap of oil, he switched from his hands to his chest, skillfully sliding his body over my back and buttocks, and back again. After that it was my turn to front. I loved the skin-to-skin contact, and as the massage became more erotic, I became more and more aroused. René had clearly thoroughly studied foreplay and what women like. After he had also touched my body with his mouth, it came to the act itself. Not straight forward, by the way, but in combination with one of the many toys he brought with him. He knew exactly what he did.
It was the night when I had my first orgasm. As if sensing that I was wondering what on earth was happening to my body, he whispered, “You just came.” That wasn’t the only time that evening, by the way. At some point, I lost count. He’d even thought about the afterplay. He held me in his arms for a quarter of an hour, caressing me in silence. That way I could enjoy it. It was over after a shower. After that I just couldn’t fall asleep. Adrenaline just kept rushing through my body. After a short night I packed my stuff and went to the gym. Let off steam.
It had all been wonderful. Still, I was a little confused too. In the days that followed I kept thinking back to that night, to the caressing and sex. I was feeling homesick. Not that I knew René well, of course, and I didn’t fall for him either, wasn’t in love. But I longed to be with him and felt a connection of some sort. I later read that it may have to do with a hormone, oxytocin, that is released after sex. Confusing, but nothing to be concerned about. The whole adventure left me wanting more. There was only one problem: I was still a poor student at that time. The booking would have cost me €300,- Months passed and nothing happened. Also not with other men, by the way. Until my birthday came up. I thought it would be an excellent excuse to give myself a nice gift. So an evening René. Plus a hotel.
Luckily I was a lot less nervous that time. As soon as René entered, he pushed me gently against the wall without saying anything and started kissing me passionately. It was like a movie. The sex was just as intense as the first time, except that I was a lot more daring. Satisfying him, for instance. After eight months without an orgasm, because I couldn’t manage that yet, the relief was huge.
And he continued to surprise me. I kept learning more about myself. For example, on our third date I discovered that it can be very exciting to use a blindfold and nipple clamps, and that I like to surrender completely to the other person. There is confidence between him and me. Still, I look very businesslike at the services of a gigolo, because that’s what they are: services. Just like the work of a hairdresser or beautician. The advantage is, of course, that there is never any hassle after sex, such as claiming calls or text messages. I get what I want from someone who is there for me. A man who takes his time for me and who focuses on my pleasure. The only downside I can think of might be the condom. And the cash. Often I explain that out of some kind of discomfort at the beginning quickly on the table. If only we had that.
By meeting René I was able to gain experience. Perhaps that is why I later dared to start an affair with a colleague. Nothing serious by the way, but mostly based on mutual lust. Also with him I could experiment endlessly and discover what I like and discover what I find fun and exciting. Never thought I’d even end up in a swingers club. There was openness. He was the only one I dared to tell that I occasionally book a gigolo. Because of that new sex life, René had faded somewhat into the background. That changed when I got another job and didn’t see my colleague anymore. I met René again a few weeks ago. At my house, that seemed something different. We soon got back on track. I didn’t have to say anything, didn’t have to ask. The sex happened naturally. Flawless.
That someone makes you feel this way in bed is of course great. But René gave me more. Besides giving me a whole series of orgasms, I also learn from him. To let go of my thinking, as he calls it, and allow my feeling. I’m typically one of those people who ‘is in the head a lot’. Now I listen to what I feel a lot more and I am less harsh on myself. That is not only beautiful during a lovemaking, but also in other areas, such as work. I am now ready for a permanent relationship. I just don’t think that sex for me is something that can only take place between me and a partner. That is, of course, something to bear in mind.”