Lockdown has been challenging for a lot of us – most of us. My agency Samantha X Angels closed temporarily and I stopped seeing clients. I keep being asked the same questions: how did your clients cope during lockdown? How many calls did you...

One of my girlfriends who is an accountant in a busy city practice sent me a picture of her vagina recently. “Don’t show anyone, but what do you think? I’m really self-conscious of it.” My friend, let’s call her Sarah, is a single mum with three kids. She is online...

I’ve always had a high sex drive, so dipping my toe into the adult industry was a no-brainer for me. No more vanilla sex! Instead I’d be wearing head to toe latex, a regular at all the swinger’s clubs.. Oh how wrong I was. How very wrong.   After almost a...

To those who don’t know my story, I was a journalist who, at the age of 37, walked out of my 9-5pm and my long-term relationship, and became a high-class escort. Ok, that’s fast forwarding a bit. I left my relationship, was single for a year and then I realised...

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...