Men are funny creatures. They’re pretty simple (and they would agree with me there).  In my first book Hooked, I said their simplicity is too complex for us to understand. And I mean that in a good way. They are visual, they find it hard to guess what we are...

For anyone that doesn’t know my story, I was a journalist all my working life until the age of 37, before walking out of my 9-5 and becoming an escort. I wrote two books and outed myself and here we are. It’s safe to say I know men. You could say becoming an...

There is a price to pay for being a public (happy and free) escort. Relationships are hard (mainly because I don’t want one), it can be a lonely and isolating life, and judgment still exists.   I understand my choices are hard to understand, but it’s...

There’s been a lot of talk recently about the shady sexual goings on in Parliament House. A staffmember committed a lewd act on a desk and there are reports of sex workers being booked for Godknows what with God knows who. Except the media didn’t call them sex...

I received a beautiful bunch of flowers this week (and there wasn’t a gerbera or carnation in sight). The card read: “Samantha, it’s been six beautiful years to the day since we met. Thank you for seeing me through the ups and downs of life, love Professor...

“Once you’ve had a woman, you can never go back to a girl.” These were the words uttered by a 22-year-old architect client recently, who I was lucky enough to spend a few hours with. (His unsuspecting dad gives him a monthly allowance for his bills...) He also said...

With almost half of marriages ending in divorce, why bother?  I came close to getting married once. He was a paparazzi photographer in London, I was the ambitious young reporter. He took me away on safari in Kenya and one night, under the sparkly...

I am writing this from a beautiful yoga retreat on the south coast of Sydney where I am taking a break from my job, my clients, my daily humdrum and from being Samantha. I haven’t washed my hair for three days and the only makeup I bought with me was my eyebrow...

Here’s a secret: I hate Valentine’s Day. The big red balloons, the restaurants that triple the price, the ridiculously expensive flowers (even servos jack up the prices of their crummy gerberas). And ok, ok, I have spent many a Valentine’s Day alone - in fact the last...