Lera The Escort I Lost Control With In Amsterdam
I am not the kind of man who is made to be a family man or to stay faithful in one relationship. I like to travel, develop my business, meet people, and… have pleasures. As a result, the idea of a family has never found its place in my life.
I call on escorts quite often when I travel. Never in my city have I kept a clear boundary between who I am at home and who I become when I am away.
For me, some nights are not just about sex. They are about losing yourself in a fantasy, real or imaginary. I love to lose my mind next to a woman who knows how to provoke me, turn me on, and lead me into a sensual chaos I’ll never forget.
The First Meeting with Lera A Psychological Foreplay
It all started one evening in Amsterdam. I had already read reviews about Lera, a sexy bombshell with a goddess-like body and a perversely seductive mind. I was convinced she was more than just an Amsterdam escort. So I made the reservation. I didn’t have huge expectations… but what followed exceeded anything I had imagined.
We agreed to meet at the bar of a chic hotel in the old city center. They asked for a photo so she would recognize me. When she entered, she looked like a feline hair loosely tied, a tight black dress sculpting her curves. Her gaze? Hypnotic. Calm. Confident. The game had already begun.
At the table, the conversation was a dance. She wasn’t just beautiful, she was intelligent. We talked about wine, art, and slowly, she led me into my own fantasies. She asked direct questions, never vulgar, just… penetrating. She read me like an open book.
“Does control turn you on?” she whispered, tracing her finger over the wine glass. “Or maybe the idea of losing it?”
Room 309 – The Place Where I Learned Submission
In the room, Lera said nothing. She closed the door slowly, approached me, and undressed me with just her eyes. Then, with minimal touch and no words, she made me feel completely vulnerable. Intentions were clear. No words were needed.
She began with an erotic massage, warm oil, vanilla and wood scent, fluid movements like a dancer. Every touch felt like she was showing me what real desire feels like.
She blindfolded me and tied my hands with a silky scarf. I couldn’t see anything, but I felt everything: her breath, her footsteps, the soft zip of her dress, then… her lips on my neck, a gentle bite, a teasing slap on my thigh.
“You’re my toy now. But don’t worry… good toys are rewarded.”
Role-Playing, Domination, and Complete Release
She became the Spanish teacher, punishing me for “inattentiveness in class.” Her fake accent was sexy and playful until she threw me on the bed and whispered that laughter wasn’t allowed during exams.
Then came a perfect game of domination. She straddled me, rubbed her clit on my nose, made me lick her fingers, all while keeping eye contact commanding and erotic.
“Don’t rush. Pleasure is sweeter when it’s built.”
Then she let go. Challenged me to take control. She knelt, looked up, let me grab her hair and push deeper, but her gaze told another story: “You think you’re in control. But we both know who owns the moment.”
The Final Act – Control and Surrender
I was exhausted but craving more. She made me sit in a chair. “Don’t move. Don’t touch. Just watch.”
She spread her legs and touched herself slowly, biting her lip, watching me. It was hypnotic. A visual orgasm. Her fingers played with her wet clit like she was in full control of her climax, and of mine.
Then she whispered, “Come lick my pussy. Slowly. No rush.”
I obeyed. Deep, slow licks. She tasted like heaven. She let me touch her, grip her, enter her, but she controlled the rhythm. She edged me with expert precision, keeping me on the brink for what felt like an hour. When I finally came, it was an atomic release I never thought possible.
Morning – Like After a Revelation
I woke up to her silhouette in front of the window, coffee in hand, a white shirt barely covering her naked body. She turned, smirked, and said:
“You weren’t a client. You were a fantasy. We’ll meet again. Maybe next time, I’ll bring a friend… if you will be nice.”
The Verdict
Lera is not just any escort. She’s a psychosexual experience, a vortex of desire, power play, and surrender. If you’re in Amsterdam and want to experience something unforgettable, she’s the answer.
10 out of 5. And a promise: you’ll dream of her even when you’re awake.
