Monday, 14 August 2017

There’s a First Time for Everything

After scores of lackluster dates, and a ten-year dry spell, this independent Amazon decided to take her love life into her own hands. Or rather, turn herself over to someone else’s… This story caught our eye because it dispels three persistent myths. The first is that a desirable woman is spoiled for perfect sexual offers just because she has a phone full of unrequested dick pics. Second, that will encounter judgment for choosing to pay for the perfect encounter. And most important, the one drilled into all the “good girls” from childhood, that we have to know and be in love with a man to open ourselves up to him sexually. The other hotel guests soon heard differently…

Monday, 26 June 2017

Saying 'No' can be the Ultimate Act of Self- care.

When you have hired a glorious male escort, how could it be an act of empowerment to then say “no?” For Nicole in Melbourne, our second blog contest winner, the answer was clear. After six years of no sex, and little even in the way of physical touch, she honored the inner voice telling her to slow down. Of course our gentleman was able to unconditionally respect her wishes and boundaries, which ultimately led to the encounter(s) of a lifetime… 


I can’t tell you what finally prompted me to enter ‘Male Escorts Melbourne’ into a Google search late one night, but suffice to say there was wine involved. 

I’m a professional single woman in my early 30’s (*cough* okay, I’m 40) living in inner city Melbourne. In my actual early 30s, I decided after a borderline traumatic experience that I wasn’t going to have sex with a guy again unless I knew him, had spent time with him, and I liked him (i.e. no more one-nighters with assholes). Fast forward 6 years later and no sex. No kissing. No touching. Nothing. Turns out the ‘having standards’ thing was a really bad idea. 

Over the years, I completely gave up, shut down that part of me and never really thought about sex or men. There might have been nice men around, but I wouldn’t have even seen them. I’ve had some bad ideas in my time, (including a cringe worthy incident involving a guy and his fetish for pool toys) however contacting the ladies at Aphrodisiac Male Escorts was certainly one of my better ideas! 

When the big day arrived, I had been waxed, shaved, scrubbed, painted, plucked and moisturised to within an inch of my life. At least I’d feel a little confidence in being well groomed if nothing else! I’d booked a room at a hotel in the city for the occasion. When we made it upstairs, nervous doesn’t begin to describe how I felt. Sitting on the edge of the bed he reached his hand over to gently rub my back and I flinched. Hard. Not like a small one you might not notice, it was practically a jump. I physically recoiled from this beautiful man, simply because I had barely been touched by another human being in over 6 years and I was not at all used to it. 

I relaxed enough after a little while to begin to enjoy the closeness of being in his arms, his warm body pressed against mine. The divine smell of his neck and being held and kissed. That I could enjoy this with a man I’d just met was a minor miracle, though he was very sweet, so that certainly made it easier to feel comfortable. We were kissing on the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms and he started to run his hand up my thigh. I freaked out!! That was way too much for me at that point even though having sex was 100% my intention when I made the booking. I stopped his hand, said no, and we returned to kissing. 

The significance for me in that moment was huge. For the first time ever I refused to do something I wasn’t comfortable doing because I didn’t want to. I have a pretty bad history of engaging in some unpleasant (for me) pleasing activities (for him). The old ‘pre-therapy’ me would have had sex regardless of how I felt because if I please him he might like me, and surely that must mean I’m something good... right? To show myself and my feelings that level of respect finally, was one of the kindest things I’d done for myself up until that point. We were not intimate that evening. Actually I take that back. We did not have sex, but it certainly felt very intimate for me. The next time however… well, that’s between him and I! 

I’ve seen him 6 or 7 times now and for the first time in a long time, I feel so completely alive. Physically, spiritually, in every way possible. I feel completely free of the colossal amount of emotional baggage I’d been dragging around with me for the better part of a decade. I feel open and excited about what is coming next, and about all of the naughty things I now want to try and experience. I also feel incredibly feminine, beautiful and sexy! It’s in no small part to the understanding, patience, acceptance and gorgeous passion this man has shown me. My friends and family have noticed the change in me, so to a select few he is my mysterious Mr X! And I love having my little secret too! To feel strong enough, and safe enough to be extremely vulnerable is incredibly liberating and I’m very thankful. 

Now I’m not suggesting that everyone will have such a transforming experience, but the point is you owe it to yourself to find out what exciting, erotic or deeply passionate encounter could be in store for you! If you’re reading this you are more than likely curious. 

Summon up the courage and give yourself the best gift you’ve ever received. I can promise you one thing – you will discover something about yourself one way or another that you thought you’d lost long ago, or maybe never even realised was in you. And surely that’s an amazing thing!                                                   


The competition may be over but your stories are always welcome. If you want to share one with us please send an email to   You can send us an email or call 
1300 132 855 anytime if you are ready to create your own story too.  

To find out more about Winston and our other gentleman visit our website Aphrodisiac male escorts

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Sunday, 28 May 2017

A Night to be Anticipated, Savoured and Remembered.

Dear Aphrodite would like to thank each and everyone of you who took the time to submit an entry for our writing contest in April.

To say we are chuffed and humbled by the outpouring of love would be an understatement of huge proportions! We were inundated with so many entries; all creative, authentic and even raw, that we struggled to pick just 1 winner. So... we've picked 3!

Please do enjoy the first winning entry by Catherine, Melbourne: 


Have you ever felt that exhilarating terrifying anticipation as a rollercoaster hauls up the long incline before the wild ride begins? That was how I felt as I rode the lift down to the hotel foyer...

My decision to contact Aphrodisiac Male Escorts arose from a long and painful period in my life; an unhappy marriage had been followed by a cruelly broken relationship during which I had discovered the true joy of sensual love but had been left emotionally shattered. Having grieved for long enough, I took action as a declaration of independence and pride in myself, by giving myself the gift of pleasure.

My only knowledge of male escorts had come from the movie “The Wedding Date” and articles in the press. Searching, I found Aphrodisiac online. I was intrigued and tantalised by their website, offering a sophisticated and discrete service, run by women for women. The proprietors, Anna and Regina, were persuasive; assuring me any concerns I had were normal, I was confident I could enjoy myself. Under their guidance, and being truthful with them about what I wanted from the experience, I chose my companion. The business details were managed well and quickly.

A few weeks later I took a weekend in the city just for me. I waited in my hotel room for the text message saying HE had arrived downstairs…
As I read the SMS my mouth went dry, but I grabbed my room key, waited breathlessly for the lift and, having reached the ground floor, stepped out to see HIM, relaxed and leaning against the wall, telephone in hand…WINSTON.

Tipping my head up to see his face, I was surprised and captivated. He was tall and slim, described as athletic, with close-cropped dark hair, dark skin, a short beard around his jaw but no moustache, smiling dark brown eyes with long curled lashes, and a dazzling white smile in a long face with an aristocratic nose. He had a beautiful physique and he was handsome, but he looked so young I was suddenly aware of the age difference between us and caught my breath. Looking up and smiling, he said my name. “Winston,” I replied, smiling and putting out my hand. He leant forward and kissed me fleetingly on the lips. As we headed to our floor we made small talk while I fought off an urge to hurl myself at him and kiss him on the mouth.

Closing the door on the real world I kicked off my shoes and offered him a beer, which he accepted as I was having a drink too. Nervous, I sat at the table and we talked a little about our lives. Reading the situation, he stated that tonight was about me, and what I wanted. Moving his chair forward while we spoke, he picked up my feet, rested them on his thighs, and massaged my toes, which I adored. With a mischievous sparkle, he pulled my toes towards his crotch until they touched. My reaction must have told him everything. He was irresistible. I moved towards him. He pulled me into his lap. In that moment I worried about everything I perceived as wrong with my life-worn body, with its stretch marks, flab and wrinkles, but it was as if he saw none of that.

He laughed, picked me up bodily and, with my legs wrapped around his gorgeous body, we landed on the bed, him on top, kissing me furiously, his tongue everywhere. Gasping and laughing with delight I responded and I felt his erection grinding into me. Suddenly I was living out an erotic fantasy and loving every delightful second.

What followed was a time that I will never forget. This beautiful young man gave me a taste of the sensual desires I had so badly wanted. We kissed deeply, enjoying the sensations of tongues meeting and caressing. I love good french kissing! I could do that and frottage for hours and be satiated. He stood, saying “Let me get naked for you,” and pulled off his shirt revealing a hairless torso, with a subtle tattoo on his chest. His skin smelt amazing. I was intoxicated by his presence and felt a rush of excitement and joy that had been missing for too long. This man’s job was to pleasure me, and he seemed to be enjoying it as much as I.

Please excuse my not describing the more intimate details of our encounter, but I still treasure those too brief hours. We tried any number of pleasurable activities and laughed through it all. I enjoyed giving as well as receiving. Knowing I was in control, even when allowing him to take the lead, gave me courage to be truthful about my needs, which is not always possible in real life.

As my energy began to wane, he spread a towel on the bed and massaged me with warm oil. It was not a “real” massage, he said, but to me it was better. Knowing he was naked and straddling me, while working his magic on my body, was thrilling. I would happily have taken hours of that alone, but there was more…

Finally, when he was satiated, he said, “Let me have a little rest with you,” and we just caressed and talked. Always a great pleasure for me, I loved luxuriating in the afterglow, exhausted but exhilarated, and sharing secrets. How I had missed such “naked conversations.” Winston’s personal story was dramatic and fascinated me.

As our time together was coming to an end, he ushered me to the bathroom. We showered, enjoying the delicious warm scented slipperiness of our bodies, as my eyes soaked in the sight of his lithe body. He was beautiful.

Clean and dried, and finally ready for farewell, he pulled back the bedclothes and I climbed into the beautifully comfortable hotel bed in which I would sleep alone, but smiling and without regret. He then kissed me good-bye.

My time with Winston could never be the transformative sex of being in love because that develops with practice over time; but it was greatly more pleasurable than any casual one-night stand in which there may be little communication and no satisfaction. It was a gift to be anticipated, savoured and remembered, and I hope to enjoy it again. Next time I may share a meal with my companion too, because conversation is the best aphrodisiac.


It's incredible how one single encounter, hour or even a moment in time can change our lives forever.  Dear Aphrodite loves this story and we hope you did too. Keep your eyes open for June and July's blog posts because the next two competition winning stories are delightful. 

The competition may be over but your stories are always welcome. If you want to share one with us please send an email to   You can send us an email or call 
1300 132 855 anytime if you are ready to create your own story too.  

To find out more about Winston and our other gentleman visit our website Aphrodisiac male escorts

You can find us on facebook too. 

Dear Aphrodite - For the wild woman at heart.

Passions of Aphrodite – Fan Page, not linked to the business. Safe to share amongst your friends. 

Thursday, 23 March 2017

A New Sexual Awakening

Much has been suggested about reigniting the spark in a woman’s sex life after marriage, kids and/or divorce have had their way with us. Coaches, potions, and seminars promise to save libidos, rekindle the sexual fire, or restore a woman to herself, but what if the fire was never there to begin with? The truth is that later in life we can be presented with the opportunity to discover our authentic sexual selves, in ways that are completely new, that we may only have imagined.