It seems to be the in thing for escorts to write books about their adventures or launch their own podcasts. At the moment, the Dutch daily newspaper De Telegraaf is even promoting a podcast by one of the Netherlands’ escort agency owners and one of her escorts.
Apparently, the adventures of us escort ladies are considered interesting enough for a mass audience, so I thought, why not share a few of my own stories in my blog section?
The following story is the first in a series of six. To give you a sense of what’s to come, here’s a preview of some of the adventures I’ll be sharing:
- Sailing through the Greek islands
- Joining the high-mile club aboard a private jet
- A Journey among the Michelin stars
- An exclusive island escape
- Lake Maggiore, by Ferrari
- Winter in the Dolomites
Consider this an invitation behind the scenes … and perhaps a little inspiration to start imagining your own adventure with me.
I arrived in northern Italy in the soft glow of late afternoon, when the light turns the lake into brushed silver and the mountains seem to lean closer. A red Ferrari waited outside the station, impossibly polished, unmistakable. The engine came alive with a low, confident growl as we pulled away, the road immediately curving along the water’s edge.
Our destination was a five-star hotel on the lake, discreet, storied, and perfectly positioned. The kind of place where staff anticipate rather than ask, and where arrival feels less like checking in and more like being received. From the terrace, Lake Maggiore stretched wide and calm, dotted with islands and framed by wooded hills. This would be our home for the next two days. Everything else would orbit around it.
No time to waste
We barely set our bags down before surrendering to the moment. Desire, already simmering from the moment I stepped into the Ferrari, flared immediately, an urgent pull leaving no room for hesitation. The room became our own private stage: high ceilings, soft linens, the subtle scent of fresh flowers mixing with the warm lake air drifting through open windows. Hands and lips discovered, explored, and lingered … a slow, deliberate rhythm that built in intensity, playful yet insistent, a fire that matched the heat of the Italian sun outside. Every sigh, every touch was a conversation of its own, confident and unrestrained, full of intimacy and boldness.
Only once we had fully given in did we pause, breathless and flushed, to refresh and change into clothes suited for the hotel’s elegance and the surrounding towns. Linen and silk replaced the heat of the moment, but the electricity between us remained, to be discovered more fully later that evening and the days to come.
Aperitifs awaited on the terrace, the lake catching the last light of the day, while the distant sounds of returning boats and gentle waves reminded us of where we were. Dinner followed in the hotel’s restaurant. Local fish, handmade pasta, and crisp white wine. Each course savored, each sip punctuated by shared smiles and quiet glances. By the time we returned to our room, the night had deepened, curtains swaying with the breeze, the lake still below us, and the intimacy between us that had been quietly humming over dinner, reignited as we closed the door behind us. Tender lovemaking giving way to fiery, insistent passion … warm, urgent, and utterly alive. Hands moved with intent, tracing curves and edges as if discovering them for the first time, lips meeting with laughter and heat. Our bodies moved together like a dance, slow, then faster, a rhythm both playful and consuming, echoing the bold confidence of Italy itself. The glow of the lake and distant lights did nothing to temper the fire between us … hot, consuming, and fiercely alive.
Day One — Roads, Islands, Return
Our morning began slowly with the air holding the echo of early morning intimacy. Breakfast on the terrace, strong coffee, fresh fruit, the lake barely stirring. Then the Ferrari again … ready, gleaming red against pale stone. We drove south along the shoreline, the road a ribbon between water and hillside. The Ferrari responded effortlessly, hugging curves that revealed one perfect view after another. Stresa came first, elegant and composed, followed by a short boat ride to Isola Bella. The palace and gardens felt almost theatrical. Terraces of stone and greenery rising improbably from the lake, peacocks wandering as if aware of their audience.
Lunch was light and unhurried on Isola dei Pescatori … white linen, lake perch, chilled wine, conversation drifting easily. By mid-afternoon we were back on the road, taking the long way back, stopping when the view demanded it and nowhere else. Returning to the hotel felt like slipping back into something familiar. A private, sensual moment on the balcony, the lake unchanged and waiting.
Day Two — The Drive into the Mountains
On the second day, we left the lake behind and drove into the mountains. The road climbed steadily into the foothills, the Ferrari responding with eager precision to every curve. At one turn, he slowed … not for a crowd, but for a lookout tucked into the forested slope, high above the water. Here, the trees thinned just enough to reveal an astonishing panorama: Lake Maggiore stretching wide below, the Borromean isles like jewels in its blue, and distant Alpine silhouettes softened by haze.
No other cars, no voices in sight. Just the hush of wind and the quiet promise of altitude. We stepped out together, the vista unraveling like a memory made before it was spoken. The isolation sharpened the moment between us … attentive glances and easy smiles that needed no rush. I focused on him then, quietly, instinctively, and let the landscape be our silent witness. Nothing needed to be said.
Eventually we returned to the Ferrari, its red vibrant against stone, greenery and sky. The descent back toward the lake felt softer somehow; as though we carried that height and quiet with us.
Evening — One Place, Many Moods
That night, we stayed in. Dinner was served privately, the lake reflecting candlelight below. Afterwards, time slowed to its most unhurried pace, with conversation, shared silence, and the simple luxury of not needing to be anywhere else. The intimacy between us deepened, carrying us through the night in quiet, deliberate touches and fiery, insistent passion, our bodies moving together in a rhythm entirely our own. Hours passed, the world outside forgotten, the room holding only us and the soft echoes of our closeness.
Departure
Over breakfast, I could tell he was somewhat sad to see our time together come to an end. A quiet weight hung between us as we lingered over the last bites, the lake glimmering softly in the morning light. Then, as if to lift the mood, he began talking about future adventures we could plan together. His voice carried excitement and intention, a promise that this was not a farewell, but the start of something ongoing.
He drove me to the train station in Stresa. I waved as he stayed behind, watching until the train began to glide forward. First to Milan Centrale, and from there the Malpensa Express would carry me to the airport and my flight back to Amsterdam. The lake receded in the distance, shimmering under the morning sun, the mountains framing it like a memory I would carry with me long after the weekend had ended.
O’Neill Summers is a Dutch-native high-class escort who divides her time between a professional career in accountancy and exclusive intimate encounters with discerning gentlemen like you. Her primary profession covers her daily expenses, allowing these engagements to afford her the extra luxuries she enjoys in life while fulfilling her intense sexual drive. This balance ensures she is selective in her connections, giving you the assurance of a truly exceptional experience with a tall Dutch beauty who combines intelligence, allure, and sexuality.
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