I don’t even know where to start because this was beyond anything I expected—12/10.
From the moment we met, he made me feel so hot, so wanted, and the chemistry? Off the charts. We didn’t just have fun; we had deep, flirty, filthy fun wrapped in some genuinely great conversation. He’s that perfect mix of sweet, cheeky, and upfront—totally approachable, kind, and genuine—but when the moment called for it? Oh, he was bad. And let me tell you, he unlocked something in me. I went from thinking I knew what I liked to realizing I’m a full-blown kinky piggy in his hands. He just got it. I told him exactly what I was looking for, and not only did he deliver, but he over-delivered.

Now, onto the real tea—I wanted to bottom properly (for the first time!), and, well… let’s just say Ben is blessed in more ways than one. But he handled me like an absolute pro, made me feel so comfortable, eased me in (literally and figuratively), and gave me an experience that was so good, I think I might be a full-time bottom now. That’s his fault.

And the best part? It never felt rushed. He was so present, so engaged, and never gave me that "counting down the minutes" energy you sometimes get with escorts. He was all in with me, and I felt seen, heard, and completely adored.

Oh, and I lowkey fanboyed because I was already a fan of his videos, and you know what they say—“Never meet your heroes”? Well, that’s bullshit because Ben was even better in person. Not just as a fantasy, but as a genuinely lovely, down-to-earth guy who even checked in on me after to see how I was doing. Who does that?! Ben does.

Now I’m sitting here, plotting my return to London because two hours were not enough. I need an overnight. Maybe a weekend. Hell, let’s just book a holiday. I can’t recommend him enough—he made me so damn happy. Thank you, Ben. That day will always be so special to me and I’m itching to create another memory with you.