Escort Viky from Amsterdam

The Story of a Blonde Escort Who Learned to Love the City by Night

When I first arrived in Amsterdam, I was 22 and had two suitcases: one filled with clothes, the other with fears. It was drizzling, the kind of patient rain that only falls in the Netherlands. I sat on a bench near Leidseplein, map in hand, thinking: this is where my life begins.

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It took a year before I became an escort in Amsterdam. It wasn’t a decision made overnight. It was more of a gentle slide into a world that accepted me just as I was. Not too skinny, not perfect. Just a call girl with a dreamy heart who had learned how to smile even when there was no reason.

My first client met me at a four-star hotel near Museumplein. He greeted me with tired, kind eyes. He was in town on business. He asked if I wanted some tea. That was all. Two cups, a conversation, and a hug that lasted longer than the hour he had booked.

He said it didn’t feel like he had hired an Amsterdam escort, it felt more like I was his girlfriend, just for one night. That’s when I truly understood what girlfriend experience means. It’s not about sex. It’s about comfort. About warmth. About making someone forget, for just a couple of hours, that no one is waiting for them back home.

After three years in this city, I’ve learned the sound of footsteps on marble hotel floors and the rhythm of hearts beating on the old staircases of canal houses in Herengracht. I’ve been with quiet, polite men. And with young, nervous ones too. Each had his story. I don’t judge. I listen.

I’m blonde, curvy, and I always wear sweet perfume. Not because the job requires it, but because I like leaving behind a beautiful memory. I wear big earrings and a genuine smile. Never fake. Gentlemen can tell the difference.

I always go to them. I don’t host. That’s the rule. And I never get into their cars. Everything is discreet, clean, and safe. Amsterdam is a city of freedom, but also of clear boundaries. That’s what makes it perfect for someone like me.

One evening, a client brought me Dutch candies and a book of poetry. He didn’t want sex. He just wanted to talk. He told me about his wife, who had died of cancer, and how guilty he felt for still wanting to touch a woman.

Another time, a young man asked if he could hold my hand while he fell asleep. It was his first time with a call girl. He was nervous, gentle, and respectful. I held him close, and he fell asleep within 15 minutes. Sometimes people aren’t looking for pleasure. They’re looking for comfort.

I have no illusions. This isn’t a fairy tale. But it is my life. One in which I learn, every day, how to understand myself, how to care, how to be honest, how to show up for others. Sometimes I think that women like me don’t really sell their bodies. We sell peace. And sometimes, we sell hope.

I’m Viky. I’m 25. I’m an escort in Amsterdam, and I’m proud of the path I’ve chosen. Because every evening, when I look at the city lights reflected in the water, I know I’m part of a story bigger than myself. And that’s all that matters.

What I Truly Enjoy From GFE to Couple Sessions

Over the years, I’ve discovered that what I enjoy most isn’t always what people expect. There’s a certain intimacy in this work, a kind of emotional choreography, and when it flows just right, it’s beautiful. I don’t rush things. I create moments. That’s what makes the difference.

Girlfriend Experience (GFE)

GFE is by far my favorite. It allows me to connect in a way that feels soft, human, and real. I love the way it slows everything down. It’s not just about sex. It’s about how we look at each other across a hotel table, the way my hand rests gently on your chest, or the little laugh that escapes me when you tell a bad joke but try hard anyway.

There was a man from Copenhagen, mid-40s, slightly clumsy but sweet. We spent two hours just lying on the bed, fully dressed, talking about his childhood summers. When we kissed, it was slow, almost hesitant. Like we had all the time in the world. At the end, he whispered, “I forgot this was paid.”

Another time, I met a gentleman from Dubai. Elegant, well-spoken, but very guarded. It took him 40 minutes to relax. He didn’t want loud moans or acrobatics. He wanted eye contact. Real, honest eye contact. “You make me feel like I still matter,” he said, holding my hand. I held it until he fell asleep.

Duo Escort With My Friends

Sometimes, clients request a duo, and I work with a few trusted friends. It’s not just about having two bodies, it’s about chemistry. We make sure we’re laughing, teasing, playful with each other so you’re not just watching, you’re being drawn in.

I remember a night with my friend Ailena. We were with a tech entrepreneur from Berlin. He didn’t know what to expect. Ailena fed him strawberries, I kissed his neck from behind. There was laughter, music, and we made him feel like he was inside a dream that didn’t want to end.

Another client booked me and Carmen, a redhead with the softest voice. He said he’d always fantasized about two women who were clearly friends, not strangers pretending. We danced together for him, shared kisses, shared him. He said afterward, “This was art. Not sex. Art.”

Couple Escort Service

I love working with couples, there’s something sacred about being invited into that kind of bond. I never rush it. I always take time to speak with both partners, to make sure they feel seen, respected, and excited.

One of my favorite memories is with a couple from Stockholm. She was curious, he was supportive. We all met for coffee first. Then we went to their apartment, lit candles, and moved at her pace. It was about her pleasure, her safety, her joy. She kissed me first.

Another couple came from Paris, artsy, playful, both bisexual. They wanted to celebrate their anniversary with someone who wouldn’t make it feel transactional. We laughed a lot. We drank Prosecco in the bathtub and told stories. That night, we were just three people celebrating connection.

French Kissing (FK)

I’ll admit it, FK is something I truly enjoy. When there’s chemistry, a real kiss can say more than a hundred words. It can make the world disappear for a few seconds. I love slow, sensual kisses that build tension without forcing anything.

There was a man from London, tall, quiet, a bit insecure. We kissed for almost 20 minutes before we did anything else. His hands shook slightly. I held his face gently and whispered, “You’re okay.” That kiss told me everything about who he was.

Then there was a night in The Hague. A younger man, passionate and intense. We kissed like we were in a movie, up against the wall, soft gasps, both of us lost in it. When it ended, we laughed like kids and fell on the bed, breathless.

How I Prepare, Inside My Mind Before Every Meeting

People often imagine that I just slip into a dress, put on lipstick, and walk out the door. But the truth is, what happens before I meet someone is just as important as what happens during. Preparation for me isn’t just physical, it’s mental. Emotional. Even spiritual, in a quiet kind of way.

Before every booking, I take a moment to breathe. Deeply. I turn off the noise in my head, no texts, no social media, no distractions. Just quiet. Sometimes I sit by the window, sip tea, and look at the city lights or the canal ripples below. Amsterdam has a way of calming me if I let it.

I check the booking notes. I remind myself: Who is he? What does he need? Not just what’s requested, but what he might not say out loud. Loneliness? Touch? Reassurance? I don’t enter a room as a fantasy, I enter as a presence. Warm, attentive, grounded. Someone who sees him.

Then, I set small intentions.

“Be gentle.”
“Make him feel safe.”
“Don’t lose yourself – stay present.”

Some clients are nervous. Some are excited. Some are shy or have never done this before. I prepare to meet each one exactly where they are, with no judgment. That’s part of what makes this work intimate and meaningful.

If I’m feeling off or heavy, I won’t take the booking. I’ve learned that energy matters. The best experiences happen when I arrive calm, curious, open, not rushed, not fake, not drained. And they can feel it.

By the time I knock on the hotel door or step into the room, I’m already in the right headspace. Not a role to play, but a version of myself that’s fully tuned in.

That’s how I prepare. With care. With intention. Because for me, it’s not “just a job.” It’s a real encounter between two human beings. And I want it to feel just as real for him as it does for me.