Sofia - Who am I really?
I always start by looking at myself in the mirror before going out. Not out of vanity - well, not only. It's more of a ritual. A way of reminding myself who I am, what I've chosen, and why I have no regrets.
This morning, like every morning, I saw a 27-year-old woman, brunette, eyes somewhere between hazel and green depending on the light, a body I maintain because it is both my tool and my pleasure. 5'8", curves some would call "generous" - I just call them feminine. Slender hands. A mouth I've learned to use in every possible way, literally and figuratively.
My name is Sofia. No, it's not my real name. But it's the name I chose, and in this profession, that choice matters. Sofia is the woman I am when I am fully myself - not the good girl my family thinks I've been since I left Lyon at 22 to "work in finance in Geneva."
Where I Come From
I grew up between Lyon and Turin, the daughter of a French father and an Italian mother who taught me that beauty and intelligence are not opposites. I studied literature, read a great deal, traveled a lot on little money, and understood early on that my relationship with the world ran through bodies, through seduction, through that particular energy that flows between two people who desire each other.
At university, I had lovers. Several, often at the same time, which posed no moral problem for me - the problem was rather explaining that to 22-year-old boys who didn't yet understand that a woman could want sex without wanting a relationship. I loved desire. I loved feeling it rise in others. I loved having that kind of power.
Geneva came into my life somewhat by chance, largely by curiosity. A friend had told me about the city, the money that flowed through it, the men who lived there - worldly men, intelligent, with perspective on life. I settled into a small apartment in the Pâquis neighborhood, found a day job in translation, and began to explore.
The Moment Everything Shifted
I won't tell the whole story here - there's a full article planned for that. But let's just say that at 23, an encounter with a Genevan businessman at a bar in the Mandarin Oriental changed the trajectory of my life. Not because he was exceptional. Because that night, I understood that what I did naturally - seducing, being present, offering a rare kind of intimacy - had a value that people were willing to pay a great deal for.
That might be shocking. I understand. But in my mind, it was a calm and obvious realization, not a trauma. I simply saw a door open.
What I Do - and How I Do It
I am a luxury escort. I see men - carefully chosen men - in Geneva, and I sometimes accompany them on trips to Zurich, Paris, Milan, or elsewhere depending on requests. I don't work the streets, I have no pimp, I have no agency taking half of what I earn. I manage everything myself: my listings, my availability, my rates, my limits.
My clients are businessmen, senior executives, expatriates, men who travel frequently and who need quality female companionship - someone to have dinner with, talk to, laugh with, and yes, end the night in bed without having to manage the complications of a relationship. I don't judge that need. I understand it. I share it, in my own way.
What I offer is not just sex. It's a complete experience: conversation, elegance, complicity, and when the chemistry is there - and it often is - a physical intimacy that many of these men no longer find elsewhere in their lives.
Who I Really Am
I read. A lot. Anaïs Nin, Kundera, essays on the psychology of desire, Italian novels I read in the original. I cook well when I feel like it. I do yoga three times a week because my body is my capital and because it genuinely relaxes me - not just as something to say.
I love good wine, hotels with large bathtubs, men who know how to listen before they speak, and nights that begin with a drink and end at dawn without anyone having noticed the time pass.
I am also someone with her shadows. Days when solitude weighs a little. Moments when I wonder what it would feel like to be with someone who stays. But I am honest with myself: for now, this life suits me. It nourishes me, financially and otherwise. And I'm not going to pretend to be unhappy just to fit the image people have of this profession.
Why This Blog
I decided to write because I was tired of the caricatured portrayals of escorts - either as victims, or as over-glamorized Netflix characters. The reality is more nuanced, more human, and frankly, more interesting.
In the coming articles, I will tell everything. How I really started. What happens before, during, and after an appointment. What men have taught me about themselves - and about me. The unforgettable nights. The difficult moments. The cities where I've worked. The fantasies I've been asked to fulfill.
I will be candid, sometimes raw, sometimes tender. Because that's who I am.
And if you're reading these lines thinking you'd like to meet me - perhaps that's possible. Start by reading everything. You'll have a better understanding of who you're about to call.
Sofia
Sofia, 27 — Based in Geneva, she fully embraces her life as a luxury escort and speaks about it openly.
Through her stories, she shares her beginnings, her experiences with an international clientele, the advantages of the job (luxury, freedom), but also the more complex realities. She writes in a simple, honest way about what truly happens behind the doors of Swiss hotels.
This text was originally written in French. It was then translated to be readable in your language.
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