Page 2 of Our Elliana

Bye, Felicia.

In fact, enduring backlash from the doubters and those not brave enough to dive into the deep end themselves has encouraged me to initiate a whole other venture. One that could be just as tricky as a fledgling business.

With red-tipped fingernails cut short—I use a soldering gun every day, after all—I type into the web browser of my laptop. Tingles of anticipation light up every single inch of my skin as I do.

This is even more risqué than selling clit rings for a living. But I’m sick of seeking something long-lasting and tangible only to be left disappointed. These creepy dating apps have given me nothing but a headache.

So, I’m seeking another alternative.

My BFF Andre Jordan provided me with the link to this deep web page, one that will only function if you possess the exact IP address to access it. I’ve had to jump through several hoops. I needed to prove that I would be making a sincere inquiry by agreeing to various background checks confirming my identity. Only after that had I been approved to enter the encrypted part of the site.

Now as I sign in using the facial recognition software I had to download, I scan the information on my screen. And it instantly makes sense that the site uses its own exclusive suffix that Google will never find.

Elegance: The Finest of Male Escort Services, the heading reads. Under this follows a description.

Need to hire someone of the male persuasion for a specific service? For an hour or even as long as a year? Would you like to mix and match services or add on something unique? We have the right listing or combination of listings for you. See our provided services* below.

*Please note: Prices do not include the fifteen percent commission required to use this site. Commissions will be collected once your escort(s) accepts your offer.

I scroll down. And down. Their list extends further than I ever would’ve guessed.

A subheading for Escorts shows hiring someone for a single function with pricing for either sex or no sex, engaging them for multiple functions (sex or no sex), and requesting a short term pretend boyfriend/husband/significant other, or a long term pretend boyfriend/husband/significant other, each—of course—with options for sex or no sex.

The pricing anytime sex is included is understandably higher. Often double the non-sex cost, but that doesn’t matter to me. I can afford it. And sex is precisely why I’m seeking out such a clandestine business in the first place.

I have a particular set of needs that I’ve found difficult to track down in the regular world. And while actual love and romance would be ideal, I’m a realist.

I get that what I’ve been yearning for and fantasizing about isn’t something that the average guy at a bar is disposed to entertain. So many of those guys are bad in bed or are delusional enough to believe dousing themselves in a bottle of cologne is a foolproof way to secure some ass for the night.

Or more often than not, they’re guilty of both.

Ask me how I know.

Even the men who have more than half a clue about how to pleasure a woman can’t do what I need them to do. Nor can they provide what I need them to provide. I’ve been looking for such a unicorn for ages. I’ve even run a few experiments.

All I learned was that the men I’ve been there, done that with are not up to the task. The old standbys of hooking up, talking friendly male acquaintances into becoming fuck buddies, and even—twice—attempting an honest to God relationship didn’t work for me.

With my entrepreneurial pursuits, I understood there would be a steep learning curve. Yet I could find resources to study and seek out others who’d succeeded and follow their examples.

But doing that in my dating life has turned out to be impractical, if not impossible.

Yet Elegance will allow me to explore some uncharted territory hassle free, to try before I buy. Since I can’t hunt down what I require out in the wild, maybe straight-up purchasing it is my one remaining option.

Yes, I get that this may be morally gray and borderline illegal. Still, I have to know if I’ve finally unearthed my own personal Rosetta stone. An avenue to the sexual fulfillment that’s eluded me up till now. Is this the answer or not? Only one way to find out.

Tapping my fingers along my touchpad, I drag the cursor lower.

Under Pampering are varying types of massage: reflexology, manual therapy, stone massage, shiatsu, aromatherapy massage, and Thai massage, all with either sex or no sex. There’s also bathing with sex or no sex and—get a load of this—feeding of all things.

Why do I get the impression that this is more likely to be some sort of indulgent spoiling rather than for someone who is disabled and might actually need such care? But who knows.

I’m not here to judge.

Next is the always useful completion of household chores, but my attention snags on the whole naked or clothed bit. Some nude-assed men vacuuming my living room, mopping my kitchen, and washing the windows could be fun.

Or maybe just funny. I’ve heard of cleaning services manned by shirtless specimens with hunky bods, but them scrubbing my tub-a-dub-dub while hanging brain is a new one on me.

Holding back my snort, I focus on what else Elegance offers.

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