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: 

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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.

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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 info@sageforwomen.com.   You can send us an email or call 
1300 132 855 anytime if you are ready to create your own story too.  

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'Ready or not here I come.'

How would you feel about taking a fitness class from an instructor that couldn't touch her toes, or advice about nutrition from an overweight dietitian?  Do you judge them and wish you could get your money back before you even start? Perhaps you admire them for not caring what 'everyone else' thinks? Dear Aphrodite likes to take a moment and wonder what drives them. What if the best healers really are the ones that need the most healing. 

This months blog is a personal story written by one of Aphrodisiac Male Escorts' two directors. Madam Regina presents a classic 'do as I say not as I do' story with a final twist that delves into what occurs when someone finally takes their own advice. There is something to be learned in every paragraph of this story... Dear Aphrodite presents: 

An intimate confession.

Given that I'm such a private person, I've been agonising over whether to share a very intimate part of myself. It has taken a great deal of courage to move through my fears but ultimately what tipped the scales in my decision to share, is the inner knowing that some may connect to the essence of my story. This is not easy. I'm shy about people knowing things. 

Firstly, I'm a single mum to 2 beautiful kids. I am also a business-woman, a daughter, sister, an auntie and a friend. Until earlier this year I had been celibate for the best part of a decade. Ten whole, long years. I can hear you saying "for the love of Denzel Washington...why?!" It's a great question. The answer is complex, but the main reason was to get back on my feet after a break up and to focus on raising my kids. I consciously shut off the notion of having a partner in my life. I wasn't hating on men, in fact I love them. I just didn't want to deal with having one... for the time being. 

I set out with purpose to become invisible to men.
Over time I gained weight and played myself down. I didn't notice men, and soon enough, it seemed, they stopped noticing me. This was despite the fact that I was by nature a very sexual human, at the time it felt right. 

My family and friends eventually gave up on the idea of me partnering up. I just wouldn’t hear of it. I went about life whilst working hard to heal my heart and restore balance, eventually only savouring a faint memory of past ecstasy. I have been lucky enough to experience other worldly intimacy. I knew exactly what I was missing. I had successfully tamed the wild woman in me and my for the time being rolled into years. 

About a year ago, almost 2 years into running Aphrodisiac Male Escorts, a niggling sensation awoke within me. Whist trying so hard to keep up with the responsibility of being a mum and keeping up a fulfilling yet demanding business, my contentment was slowly turning into restlessness. What once felt safe was morphing into confinement, imprisonment; I had clipped my own wings. I was running on empty. Stagnation comes to mind as I write this. 

I had lost myself. 

Hearing stories almost daily from our clients about extended periods of celibacy. A year, 2 years. 4 years, 7 years.....20 years, was a constant reminder of my own buried sense of self. I listened to their fears and uncertainties about taking a step forward, moving on, healing their heart...mending their broken wings then walked side by side with them to hear their brave stories of triumph and delight on the other side of courage. I began to feel like a fraud. I knew the ride from where I was, back to my purpose was going to be a confronting, uncertain one; and at some point felt like I had no choice. I'm sure our clients had no idea how intensely we feel their stories. Let's just say that tears have flowed more than once.

      

I couldn't live with my discomfort anymore, that dense foreboding of finding myself on the 'old' side of being a middle- aged woman. I don't have an issue with maturing. What bothered me was feeling old...that somehow, somewhere I'd lost my softness. My femininity. And as funny as it seems to say now, I felt like I was at a point of no return. The sensual womanly experiences I had so revelled in were in my distant past. Kind of in that 'If you don't use it, you lose it' style. 

Leaving the comfort zone.

I started on a path without any idea where I was heading. I still wasn't interested in a relationship or even dating for that matter. I had no intention of kissing a thousand frogs to get my needs met. The notion of online dating, weeding through profiles with no real guarantee of satisfaction was daunting to say the least. It is safe to say that I was clueless about the brave new world of dating…but I did have a good grasp on hiring a male escort...at least in theory.

I held my cards close to my chest, not sharing my thoughts with anyone not even with my childhood best friend and business partner, Anna, for fear of backing out. Over the next several months I researched other male escorts agencies and gentlemen that were working independently. This time it wasn't for a competitive edge but through the eyes and emotions of a client. 

I had a check-list of minimum requirements needing to be met so that I could feel comfortable enough to step outside my comfort zone. I required to feel safe, to be assured of confidentiality, ensure safe sex practice and to know that the escort was registered as a sex worker, for assurance of regular STI health checks. In addition, chemistry was a MUST. My demands led to disappointment. The men were either physically unappealing, some clearly didn't understand women. Some had no clue about being in the service industry and others could only be loosely referred to as ‘gentlemen’.  

Running away from home.

After months of researching, getting cold feet, feeling frustrated with myself, and then searching again, I finally decided on an independent male escort. He had that certain je ne sais quoi, his profile read well and he managed to relay his passion for women. 

I called him up for a chat and although he wasn't as polished on the phone, I pushed through and organised a 2- hour booking with him. There was no sense of excitement- it was more like "now look what you've gone and done?!" Shutting out the immense discomfort I then booked a 3 day stay in a hotel with a great balcony view of the Melbourne city skyline. My booking with, lets call him *Sam, was to take place on the last evening of my mini vacation...I hadn't had a break for 4 years... yes mamma was running away from home!

For the next 2 weeks leading up to D Day, I must have changed my mind a dozen times or so. Emotions ranged from panic to dread to excitement and back to panic. I refused to tell anyone and my internal dialogue was loud and unrelenting. Bridgette Jones had nothing on me. Every possible insecurity took it’s turn to rise to the surface. I acknowledged and ignored myself, knowing that ultimately this was my best opportunity to overcome my hiatus from whole adult life. After all I was in full control and could say 'no' at anytime…and that in the absence of chemistry, I could receive a nice massage or just simply send the male escort away.

       'The best way out is always through.' Robert Frost

It took quite a bit of manoeuvring and negotiating but I managed to organise the kids and my schedule in such a way as to avoid the world ending while I was away. I arrived at the hotel armed with scented candles, a bottle of wine, my favourite music, a book, sensual lingerie and my laptop. The room was beautiful, the view magnificent - I felt like a queen. I did not venture out of the room the entire time. I indulged in room-service and watched re-runs of Entourage. I jumped on the bed, took long long showers, napped, walked around naked and I danced. By day 2 I felt more myself than I had in a very long time. In the absence of my intense schedule and all the roles I play I still existed….how about that!?

D Day- I woke up in a panic not unlike the morning of my tandem skydive 12 years ago. Me and my brilliant ideas! "Feel the fear and do it anyway" was my mental mantra on repeat. Sam was due to arrive at 6pm. I had to keep myself occupied the entire day. Trying to read a book was pointless and so Entourage came to the rescue once again.

By 4pm I was having heart palpitations. I thought I might be having a heart attack. Inhaling; I got busy preening myself. I prepared an envelope with money for Sam and put it on the dresser. By 5.30 I was pacing. The irony was not lost on me. How many clients have we placated prior to their first booking?...Hundreds.

5.50pm I get a text from Sam that his taxi is stuck in traffic and he's running 20 minutes late. I feel sick, grateful that I only had a light lunch. More time to kill. 6.08pm my phone rings, Sam's in the lobby. I give him the room number. Wobbly knees and all, I walk to the door to meet him. 

Ready or not here I come.

I opened the door to be greeted with a warm smile, I am surprised by his overpowering presence. His photo certainly didn't do him justice. Thoughts of handing Sam the envelope and sending him away disappear. Picking up on my nerves, he took over with light conversation and accepted a glass of wine from my not-so-steady hand. I couldn’t master any level of sophistication or feign confidence. He asked me about myself. I gave him a brief overview about my celibacy, omitting the duration, and expressed that the purpose was to see if I can even attempt get back on that bike.

He took my hand and leaned in to kiss me. The rest is a blur of undulating waves of pleasure and passionate alchemy. It was intoxicating; a sensory carnival. I saw myself through Sam’s eyes and I felt beautiful. I felt sexy...and I still had it - in spades! Sam mirrored me perfectly. I ended up extending for a third hour, revelling in the feather-like touches, soft whispers, delicious kisses, breathy moans and divine injections of sublime erections. Exhaling- I am reborn. 

The erotic animation of worshipping and being worshipped is seared into my memory. 

The re-awakening - A rite of passage.

Despite being strangers, I set out to experience true intimacy and I did it. Sam seemed delightfully affected by it too. It was so liberating to take that leap across this canyon of paralysing fear and uncertainty. I can never again un-know my womanly essence. It has no expiry date. It only took me 44 years… I bloomed in secret because I guess the most beautiful things always do. 

A month later, I was still walking in suspended elation…cloud 9 and all that jazz. My skin was dewy with that indefinable afterglow. A knowing smile was a permanent fixture on my face with no sign of vacating anytime soon. I once again felt my center of gravity. I felt soft, feminine yet extraordinarily powerful. Everything looked brighter and I moved through my daily tasks with relative ease. And men noticed me once more…or was it me who noticed them?

Today, I'm writing this from my home, from the same slouchy couch where I felt so lost just a year ago.

The difference? Me, the men I've embraced and the miles I've travelled since. I truly believe that a clear purpose propelled me to move through the immense fear and confusion. I used this experience to face my seemingly insurmountable self-doubt. I wouldn't say that I'm quite whole just yet, but I have taken a quantum leap towards it. 

I feel such pride in the heart-centred service Anna and I have worked so hard to create for women to safely journey through what I now understand to be a modern day rite-of-passage.

Image Dear Aphrodite

"Please let’s not place an ignorant cultural taboo on celebrating sexiness in all it’s forms and please let’s broaden our appreciation for all that we men and women are. Let’s become fascinated with each other, immersing ourselves deeply in all our qualities, mutual and diverse. When we do this, we WE OURSELVES open up our excitements and fascinations, the covers of all the magazines will change and the occasional wolf-whistle in the street might even be welcomed."
-Jamie Catto

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Mr Grey will see you now…

Ladies, ladies. The book trilogy that set the world alight with its dark, powerful and badly written scenes, has made it to the big screen. 

On the trailer alone we’re convinced it’s going to be a hit and a film trilogy as well. Fingers crossed E.L. James was busy doing something else, when script writing sessions were on. There is a reason there are so many 50 shades of Grey parodies and here's our favourite so far.



As much as we tease the prose, it’s the romance of girl-meets-guy that has us hooked. The guy, who is psychologically traumatised and needs submissive women to enact his control over life, is saved by the simple but daring girl-next-door. It’s been labelled mummy porn, but it's really a love story at heart, with a little light kink thrown in for good measure… and humour (whether E.L. James meant it to be funny or not:)

“Does this mean you’re going to make love to me tonight, Christian?” Holy shit. Did I just say that? His mouth drops open slightly, but he recovers quickly. “No, Anastasia it doesn’t. Firstly, I don’t make love. I fuck… hard." 

At first I was in hysterics at this last line; then I was unashamedly turned on! 

“Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me. Perhaps I've spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high.” 

We're all Anastasia’s in our own way, duality bubbling under the surface. Usually we enjoy being Bridget Jones at the centre of a love tussle between a dashing gent and rascally bastard. At the same time we’re Miss Elizabeth Bennet, Cleopatra, Jane Eyre and Marilyn Monroe, whose life reads like a work of the greatest romantic fiction. Yet here we are as plain, young and naive Anastasia, both succumbing to a man and wanting to save him in equal measure. 

This is surely the heart of the attraction. E.L. James never said she was a great writer. But she has spoken for women with this traumatised hero, gentle heroine, kinky erotica and classic tale of romance. 

Our own gentleman, Anthony, provided his insight into the Fifty Shades phenomenon following his training in kink:

 "The response to the novels from the critics has been an overwhelming thumbs down, probably because the years they spent perfecting their writing craft have been superseded and left for dust by a fan-fiction writer with no definable writing talent besides the ability to follow a formula for romance. She’s lept above them in sales by the millions and they hate it. The response from readers has been polarised, but nonetheless telling.

 Responses in the media:

"A nice girl’s nasty book; imagine a low-budget porn film involving a plumber."

"Fifty Shades of Grey deploys every bonkbuster cliché in existence – powerful men, private planes and multiple orgasms." Andrew O’Hagan, London Review of Books.

"As I learned more about the book, dubbed 'Mommy Porn' by the media, my enthusiasm waned somewhat: “OK, so it's based on the ‘Twilight' series! But it's helping women rediscover their sexual desire! Always a good thing! Then, a few days later, I was asked to actually read the book.  

That brought a swift end to my enthusiasm, which was almost immediately replaced by melancholy, bordering on low-grade depression. Seriously, people? Of all the erotica published in the last couple of years, this bizarrely conservative sexcapade is the one anointed by a seven-figure movie deal? " Jessica Reaves, The Chicago Tribune, April 2012.

 Responses from the public: 

There are huge numbers of five star and one star reviews on Amazon. What the book has done, is brought kink and BDSM to a mainstream – and female – audience, opening the door to female sexual exploration, as opposed to the normal male side. What it’s huge success shows us is that women want sexual exploration for themselves, not for the enjoyment of men. The books open the door to that. We hope we lead women onto the next step.

"Because it has allowed women’s sexuality to be brought into the mainstream. It allows for women to be more sexually curious or adventurous and lets them be more sexually expressive.:"

"Women got to read erotica in public and it made talking about sex at the water cooler acceptable at work." 

"Because it made a lot of people feel that their sexual preferences were justified and gave them a chance to discuss these in an open arena whilst hiding behind the premise of discussing the book."

Unintentionally, James has written a trilogy that is breaking down barriers. It is now upon us women to keep them down. I don’t think we can all just walk into work with a ‘Good morning everyone. I bought a riding crop last night,’ but whenever the conversation heads towards female sexual desire you have the success of this trilogy and the rise in sales of handcuffs to back you up. Use it!

Readers did of course have negative opinions towards it. Emma Tofi writes that it is nothing short of glorified physical abuse. Some other opinions are quite funny: 

"Far fetched and very unlikely but that’s what romance readers want isn’t it?"

"Not really any different to any other romance genre novel and its clearly trying to be Jane Eyre (and failing.)"

"If someone bought me a new car after the first date I’d assume they were 4 dates away from going psycho."

"[Ana] was pathetic, petulant and self-obsessed. She seemed to keep trying to convince us (and CG) that she was independent when in fact she was a foolish little girl. I imagine they’d be divorced in 10 years as Grey could do better. Ana was too demanding, self-obsessed and insecure." 

"Christian comes across as a sexual predator with unresolved psychological issues, who preys on [an] innocent/easily malleable young woman."

It really doesn’t matter what anyone else says or believes. Dear Aphrodite will be heading to the cinema to watch it with her popcorn and girlfriends and then we'll all go home and make love to our imaginary Christian Grey. In the coming weeks there will be thousands upon thousands of women doing exactly the same thing... that is if you can get a ticket."

In the meantime checkout the filmclip for our favourite song off the 50 Shades of Grey Soundtrack.






An Aphrodisiac Male Escort Client Makes Headlines (for all the right reasons.) 

I balked at the sound of Adam Sandler starring in a film where he reads advertisments for becoming a male escort. It just sounds so trashy. “No, no, you have to see it,” said everyone. Well, I am still yet to see it, but on the basis of the trailer my intrigue is piqued.
It is more Adam Sandler in Punch Drunk Love (Art House, great movie) than Adam Sandler in … everything else. 

With the recent release of the the film 'Men, Women and Children' and it's side tale of male escorting, Australian Women Online spoke to one of our clients about her experiences with one of our Aphrodisiac Male Escort's gentlemen. We thank her from the bottom of our hearts, for what turned out to be a fabulous article (and I’m sure no one but you can recognise who you are.) If Male wasn't our middle name we would be called Aphrodisiac Discretion Escorts. We'll keep your secrets forever.

Check out the article here: Real Life Secret Lives Part 1: Using the Services of an Escort.

And here’s the trailer for Men, Women and Children:





Our trail blazing friends at Passionfruit - The sensuality shop on Bridge rd Richmond have interviewed Anna and Regina for their sensuality podcast.  The shop was opened in 1998 with a mission 'to reinvent the sex shop and enrich our sexual culture with fun, love and passion." 

The basis of their philosophy is to 'uplift, inspire and assure women,' and Dear Aphrodite is happy to add fuel to the blaze. Michelle Temminghoff sheds light on the 50 shades of Grey phenomenon in her Herald sun interview, and our podcast interview with Victoria Cullen is below.




Fifty Shades and some Kink with The Colonel.

Our resident Gentleman Anthony has passed the test and is now studying the craft of kink with Melbourne's own 'The Colonel'. So revered is he in the fetish scene that his first name is allowed to be ‘The.’ The Colonel owns and runs one of the world’s only dedicated fetish clubs called Abode, here in the heart of Melbourne: Their website is currently under construction but check out the Abode facebook page. 

The Colonel is a fetish entrepreneur, who has worked as a performer and with movie makers for The Matrix 3. He has been honing Anthony’s skills of introducing kink to our clients. Between the intimacy that our gentleman provide and the evergrowing fetish scene, there is a lot of room to ignite your imagination. 

Many women don’t want to go in for the skin-tight latex suits, gas masks, red-raw flogging and Shibari (Japanese rope-tying), but do want to explore their sexuality along the lines that Fifty Shades of Grey has opened up for them. Anthony, and more of our guys in the future, is able to take women through an experience of kink, safe in the knowledge that he is well trained and there for your needs, not his own. 

We want women to feel and be liberated by the experiences they have. Feedback from clients has been great, as has Anthony’s feedback about how much he enjoys his work. If you’re interested in kink but don’t know where to start, Anthony is as good a place as any. 

This month's Blog by Dear Aphrodite has had an enormous contribution (almost all of it) from one of our very own gentlemen... thank you.  We hope you have enjoyed his efforts.

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This is your fantasy.

The key was under the mat. Just as she'd planned, Blake let himself in. Her instructions were clear. He called out her name and followed her voice to the bathroom. She had never done this before but she didn't want it to feel like the first time. He opened the door and smiled.  He was so unexpectedly exotic she gasped. Suddenly nervous, she had to remind herself to stick to the plan, just as he was doing. As she reached for the conditioner he removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

He sat down on the stool she had left beside the bathtub and gently took the bottle from her hands. He asked her how her day was as he squirted too much conditioner into his palm. Words escaped her she sighed as he applied the conditioner to her hair. He slowly massaged the conditioner deep into her scalp. His hands descended down the back of her neck and across her shoulders. He cupped her chin in his hands, looked her in the eyes and kissed her lips as if they were rose petals. Long after he leaned back the kiss lingered and she longed for more.  He glided his hands down her arms and guided her hands up over her own breasts. She closed her eyes. As though they'd rehearsed the scene a thousand times he slid his hands down to her waist. One hand continued across her stomach and gently over her thigh.

When he reached her knees he used both hands to spread them apart.  He started massaging his way down her inner thighs and when his fingers gently teased her lips apart the real fantasy began. From this point he was free to do as he pleased... to please her. No introductions necessary.

Do you have a fantasy in mind. Does it involve a male escort like our adventurous woman above? Dear Aphrodite has read and heard about a few dating disasters over the years.  Women like Rosie Waterland shared her experience with online dating recently. At 28 years of age she went on her first date. We admire her ability to share her story, but pity her experience. Sadly dating disasters are not easy to forget. The price could have been a less if she had hired someone like Blake, even if it did cost few more dollars.  

Log in or register at Aphrodisiac Me to check out Blake's profile if you want to let him be your fantasy. Have you had a dating disaster you want to share with us? Even if hiring an escort isn't one of her fantasies Dear Aphrodite thinks Rosie might have been better off spending the night on her own. Dear Aphrodite would have preferred to read about the great experience she had with one of her sex toys, than know about her unsatisfying sex, because not having sex would have been more awkward.  (If that is enen possible.)

Check out the range of satisfaction options available at Aphrodisiac ME

Why do we expect so much from ourselves but not nearly as much from the men we meet. If we don't honour ourselves how can we expect to fulfil our fantasies and satisfy our souls? Many of us prefer to be alone than admit we like someone and run the risk of them not liking us back.  How many of you are guilty of assessing your self worth based on whether or not someone you hardly know has responded to your texts, or how they view you and treat you. Why are we so quick to make excuses for potential companions and blame ourselves if it doesn't work out the way we were hoping?


In an article featured on Elephant Journal this month we learn 10 things every woman should know - Dear Aphrodite subscribes to number 5 but number 9 identifies just how often women belittle themselves.  

One of the ways we can combat this problem is presented in a brilliant advertisement by Pantene. The issue of women over apologising has been bought to light. We are in no way sponsored by or promoting Pantene - we just think their ad rocks.




No matter how turned off we are, or become at times, we all crave intimacy.  Dear Aphrodite believes it's the times you insist you don't need it, can't be bothered or aren't at all interested that you probably need it most.

We are masters of contradicting ourselves. Shirley Zussman is 100 years old and is still practicing as a sex therapist. In her recent interview with Time she explained the biggest change she has witnessed in her lengthy career (100 years old and still practicing) is lack of intimacy. People are too busy and not taking the timw to connect with each other.  

In her article Soul fucking Debra Faith Warshaw explores the importance of connecting deeply with another person. Dear Aphrodite knows many of you fantasise about this.  Like tantric sex she explains 

"An interesting thing about this spiritual practice is that it doesn't necessarily have to be with a long-term committed soul mate (although that is a bonus.) We might very well experience it with an enlightened partner that visits us briefly in our life, opens us up in brand new ways and then leaves; another type of soul mate if you will"

The feedback from our intelligent accomplished, discerning clients is that they know their limitations. They embrace hiring an escort as a tool to better themselves. They are not deluding themselves, they go in with eyes wide open. Our gentlemen are facilitators  - whether it's straight sex or nurturing they are experienced in opening up women to new experiences.  

Make no mistakes about it - Sexual energy is the most powerful energy of all, it is quite literally the essence of our being and it is healing. We all know it only works if it is done right. Fortunately there is no one right way of doing it. Not everybody wants a relationship, some people just need a release. Sometimes connecting with another person helps you connect with yourself. It doesn't mean it is meaningless or disconnected it can be the key to a deeper connection with yourself... or an aspect of yourself. Women don't do this light heatedly.

If you want further evidence of the satisfaction of women who have chosen to do what feels right for them check out the 
Testimonials page on Aphrodisiac ME. Dear Aphrodite has too many favourites to choose from but this excerpt strikes a chord on so many levels 

"... I just wanted to let you know how grateful I am to you and what a pleasure it’s been speaking to you. The service you and Regina have created has helped me in so many ways. I know I don’t have anything else to compare it to but it doesn’t take a genius to realise that your establishment compares to no other..."

In other news this month Anna and Regina were interviewed by Laine Chait on Booty Call airwaves radio. Also check out last months blog Two unlikely madams if you want to see the recent television interviews on both Studio 10 and SBS.




Also, our first monthly newsletter was sent out on June 25th and thankfully it was a huge success. So many of you took the initiative and started to live out your fantasies, we appreciate your support and feedback. If you haven't signed up for the monthly newsletter, send us an email or register directly through the website.  We run competitions, and remind you when the next blog has been posted and inspire you to be your very best.

Dear Aphrodite has decided to skip movie of the month, instead we celebrate "Sex, Women and TV, 21 shows that changed the way we see female desire"  This article takes us on a journey from the modern wonders of 'Orange is the new black' and 'Masters of Sex'  to the unforgettable 'I love Lucy,' 'Golden Girls' and all our favourites in between.

Masters and Johnson gave permission to women to explore their sexuality through touch, masturbation and experimenting. In keeping with the theme that knowledge is power the following video explains 20 misconceptions about sex. 



Next month we are tackling body image... Would you feel better about yourself if you saw more images of real women? We also discuss female archetypes and the power of orgasms. 

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