Erotic massage & escort in Belgravia

There’s a particular hush to Belgravia after dark. The white stucco glows under the streetlamps, the garden squares are locked for the night, and the flags hang still outside the embassies on Belgrave Square. It’s the corner of London where people least want to be noticed, which suits an escort in Belgravia rather well. I’m Lola: independent, unhurried, and very good at arriving quietly.

Discreet escort and GFE in Belgravia

Most Belgravia bookings are nights in. You don’t want a restaurant full of people who might know you; you want a woman to come to you, pour two glasses, step out of her heels and stay a while. That’s the girlfriend experience (GFE) at its best: the kissing, the conversation that wanders off, the sofa we never quite make it away from.

What does a night in look like? Whatever you like. A film neither of us watches, the takeaway you’ve been meaning to try, a long bath for two if the house has the tub for it. I’m good company with my clothes on, which is the part of the GFE people underestimate, and better company once they’re off.

The GFE is booked by the hour: one, two, or as many as the evening wants. I come alone and leave alone. No driver idling outside, no agency, no manager on the phone. Nobody knows about our evening but the two of us.

Overnight escort in Belgravia, SW1X and SW1W

An overnight in a Belgravia house is slow by design: tall windows, a silent street, Eaton Square going dark outside, and nowhere either of us needs to be until morning. Ten, twelve or twenty-four hours, with dinner delivered, cooked or skipped altogether. Six of those hours are for sleeping, and I’m strict about that; the rest are ours. Overnights need 48 hours’ notice.

Cut to: a black stocking over the banister, and the square outside turning grey.

In the morning I leave in last night’s dress and a good coat, and on streets this polite, nobody would dream of mentioning it.

Striptease massage near Belgravia, at my flat

For something shorter, book Lola Unwrapped, my striptease massage, and make the trip to mine. You pick the colour of the lingerie in the chat. I open the door buttoned to the collar, you sit back and watch, and the layers come off one at a time before the oil comes out. Of all the ways to have an erotic massage near Belgravia, it’s the one with the most theatre and the least fuss.

It doesn’t travel. The table, the warm oil, fresh towels and a hot shower all live at my incall in Earl’s Court, fifteen minutes from your front door, and nobody else is ever there. Two hours’ notice is usually enough for a massage.

Belgravia to Earl’s Court: cab and Tube

Fifteen minutes by cab outside rush hour: along Cromwell Road and Brompton Road and down Sloane Street, or round by the King’s Road. On the Tube, Sloane Square (Circle, District) is three stops from Earl’s Court, Hyde Park Corner (Piccadilly) is four, and Victoria (Circle, District, Victoria) is handiest if you’re on the Chester Square side. The same lines carry you the other way, to my table. At rush hour, add a little time whichever direction it is. I know these streets well, including the cobbled mews behind the big squares, which are murder in heels and worth every step.

On an escort booking my cab fare is yours; there’s no deposit, and the rest is settled in cash or by transfer when I arrive. If the night moves on, Knightsbridge is a short walk up Sloane Street, and Battersea is just over Chelsea Bridge. Send me the day and the hours, and tell me whether it’s a house or a hotel.