Daisy the Gunn Reviews

You know that scene in *How the Grinch Stole Christmas* when the Grinch’s heart grows three sizes. I know, weird way to open this, but it’s honestly the best description I have for how I felt after spending time with Daisy. I walked away feeling lighter, warmer, and a little more open-hearted than I had been when I arrived. GFE is shorthand escorts use so often that it barely means anything. With Daisy, though, it genuinely felt like a cozy evenings with my delightfully adorkable and wonderfully slutty college girlfriend: effortless, playful, a little silly, and deeply intimate. There was no pressure to perform or force a particular mood. We laughed, relaxed, and settled into each other’s company so naturally that the transactional context faded almost completely from my mind. Here's the dirty little secret about sex work: transactional does not mean fake. I say that as someone who has had sex with about twenty escorts. Genuine affection, attraction, tenderness, and human connection can exist within a professional encounter. With Daisy, I felt all of those things at once. I didn’t just have a wonderful time with a beautiful woman. I felt something real, something warm and joyful, an unexpected moment of genuine connection that stayed with me after the evening ended. I can’t imagine giving her a better recommendation than that.

While we had chatted a few times this was my first time meeting Daisy. She is attractive…kind of nerdy but very hot. Think of a cross between Daphne and Velma on Scooby Doo. She looked quite beautiful and pale white skin that was really a turn on. Her mouth is sweet and small which was driving me crazy to look at as we talked.