Aalex in his own words
At the cost of $25,000 a week, high flying escort Aalex of Australia certainly has a rich tale to tell. Read This exclusive excerpt from his umpcoming autobiography
"I've always wanted to interact with a French worker as France has long represented the height of sexual sophistication. The very language is seductive. This is my first experience not so much of being with a French person but of being with a French escort. Even without seeing her I know this girl is special. And the energy between us has already intensified.
I'm precise and very experienced. It's important not to be drawn into emotion but to remain in a sexual state. My breath is deep and slow and my very presence is charging the atmosphere with passion and desire. We're communicating. Forget the words. We're listening to each other. Two become one.
She'd said: "Money's no problem. Why don't you come down to the hotel and have a drink with me? We'll take it from there."
"I'll come down and have a drink with you," I replied, "though you must pay for my time."
As soon as I said that, she knew I was authentic. Now I see her number come up again on my telephone and consider she may cancel the booking.
I answer and she says: "Aalex, does that price include full service?"
"Yes, of course," I reply. "I'm really looking forward to our time together" I add.
She pauses briefly. "Do you mind if a gentleman joins us?"
I smile. "That would be perfect, though the price is doubled of course."
She laughs softly. "Aalex, I'm looking forward to meeting you."
I take my time. Everything is in slow motion. My senses become intoxicated by my state of arousal. I'm detached from each moment's triviality and become immersed in my sexual being.
As I approach the hotel's entrance I discreetly check my appearance reflected in the foyer's glass doors.
A valet parks my car and a commissionaire welcomes me with practised formality. I proceed directly to the lifts as if I were a hotel guest. Inside the lift I check the room number. The room is located on the hotel's highest floor. It's the Presidential suite.
A middle-aged couple enter as the doors are closing. I move to the rear as she leans against the side. He faces the doors. I look directly into her eyes, playfully testing my powers of seduction. Her eyes soften, she smiles and blushes. I look away for a second, then glance into her eyes once more. She's fascinated and aroused. Visual sex is fun.
Now the lift bell chimes and it's time for my arrival. Their suite is located at the end of the hallway, concealed by finely crafted doors. I knock. The doors open and I behold perfection. This French girl is so beautiful it's clear why she's been flown all the way from France to Australia.
When I first walk in, I can't afford to become caught up in stage fright. That happens occasionally when the sexual state is lacking or severely unbalanced. This is sexual energy, the purest form of human expression. Whatever I or the other person feels will be communicated truthfully. I then proceed to balance this energy, because that's what I'm really being paid for: providing instant sexual compatibility. Great sex results from a highly sensitive consciousness. Expressed correctly it will change your life forever."
Aalex is currently concluding his autobiography. Due for release soon.