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.
Some invitations arrive quietly, almost casually, yet you feel their thrill immediately. This one came with few details, only a promise: an island far away, impossibly beautiful. I packed light, instinctively, knowing excess would be unnecessary.
The journey began at a small island airport, all glass and polished stone, the air warm and faintly perfumed with frangipani. He was waiting just beyond customs, relaxed, entirely at ease, as if the pace of the place had already claimed him. Within minutes, we were guided onward again, this time toward the water.
A high-end speedboat waited at the dock, sleek and powerful, rocking gently above crystal-clear shallows. As we pulled away, the mainland faded quickly, replaced by open sea and a horizon washed in endless blue. The wind threaded through my hair, salt settling softly on sun-warmed skin. Once we were far enough from shore, he eased the engine back and let the boat drift, the sudden stillness charged in anticipation. That was when we finally kissed … unhurried, deep, as if we were longtime lovers reunited after too much time apart yet somehow discovering each other for the first time. When we pulled away, smiling softly, the island appeared ahead of us, emerging gradually. Perfect palms, luminous white sand, and those unreal shades of turquoise I remembered only from old Bounty commercials and glossy travel dreams.
As we approached, the sea lightened beneath us, shifting from deep sapphire to crystalline aqua. The island revealed itself fully then: exquisitely exclusive. Only a small collection of villas dotted the lagoon, each positioned with perfect care, angled for complete privacy. Though others were present somewhere beyond the palms, it felt as though we were alone.
Our villa stood on slender poles above the water, reached by a narrow wooden walkway that skimmed the surface of the lagoon. Inside, everything breathed ease … pale woods, flowing fabrics, wide glass panels framing uninterrupted ocean. Beneath us, the water moved slowly, hypnotically.
I slipped out of my travel dress almost immediately, replacing it with something light, minimal, chosen more for sensation than appearance. Time softened here. We swam and snorkeled straight from the deck, the water cool and silken against the heat of the day. Back above the surface, we dried slowly, the sun doing most of the work. Between swims and shared glances, we made love, not once, but repeatedly, retreating to the shade, then returning to the water, letting desire set the rhythm of the day. Moments blurring together until hours lost their meaning. Everything felt unhurried, perfectly calibrated.
Later, we wandered toward the heart of the resort. Beauty and wellbeing were treated as quiet rituals rather than extravagance. The spa was serene and open, scents of oils and warm air drifting through shaded pavilions. Skilled hands worked away the last traces of travel and tension, leaving me loose, receptive, entirely present. Afterwards, I found my way to the juice bar … colorful, vibrant, freshly pressed blends, cold and restorative, exactly what I crave between sun, sea, and surrender.
Dining here was an experience in itself. The main restaurant offered exquisite menus with fresh seafood, delicate spices, dishes that balanced refinement with ease. Still, that evening, dinner was served at our villa instead, arriving discreetly as the light began to soften. We ate barefoot, pausing often, plates momentarily forgotten as hands wandered, mouths finding each other between courses. Beneath us, the lagoon first reflected silver, then slowly melted into gold as the sun edged toward the horizon, the changing light playing across the water and our skin.
As night settled, the water turned dark and glossy, stars scattering overhead in astonishing clarity. Clothes were shed without ceremony. We came together above the sea, bodies pressed close, movements slow and deliberate, the gentle sway beneath us guiding everything that followed. Later, entwined and catching our breath, the world narrowed to warmth, skin, and the steady, intimate rhythm of the water below. We lay together above the sea, listening to the slow rhythm of the island shore.
Some places don’t overwhelm you. They draw you in quietly, through balance, beauty, and a relaxed pace. This island did exactly that. And as sleep finally claimed me, floating above the water, I knew this was the kind of experience that is not something you simply visit or experience, but something that stays with you, long after you leave.
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.
Unlike full-time escorts who may be on standby at any moment for bookings, O’Neill values preparation and quality. She requires bookings in advance, as her work commitments mean she can’t simply drop everything at a moment’s notice. This thoughtful approach ensures she arrives at your date refreshed, radiant, and ready to leave the unforgettable first AND lasting impression she’s known for.
To enhance your experience, O’Neill offers appointments in her premium incall apartment, regarded as one of the most luxurious incall locations in the Netherlands. She also provides outcall companionship and sex dates in cities such as Amsterdam, Rotterdam, The Hague, and Utrecht. Given the relatively small size of the Netherlands, she is happy to travel to other major cities like Eindhoven or Maastricht to meet you.