Unlike many super-positive and cloudlessly-arousing stories that you read on this site, my story is sad. It has a happy ending, though – but not the one that you might have expected.

I originate from Croatia. I slept with one guy for money in my 18. I don’t know how but my parents discovered it in several weeks and expelled me from home after a large fight. They told me that I could go anywhere but returning home. Thus, I was thrown out on the street in the midst of a winter nearly without money, only having received two large bags of my belongings from my parents (I’ve heard years later that since then, they never entered my room and even nailed the door to it with timber boards so nobody could even enter there – as if expelling the memory about me from their minds and hearts physically).

The first night I spent in a local hostel – as I had only about 20 dollars on hands, I paid for this night with a blowjob to the guy in the hostel so he let me stay. For another night, we agreed on 1 regular sex (although he wanted two). (From my current position of top escort Istanbul girl, which earns tens of thousands of dollars each month, two sexual acts to a guy would cost today much more – and he’d pay me, not gained, as back then.)

If you’re a tourist in the city, who wants to be in Istanbul or any other city of Turkey for more than just the visa time (from 30 to 90 days, depending on the country of your citizenship), you are going to file the documents for visa prolongation, sooner or later. After you are approved, you can stay here for a different time period – up to a year, depending on the same prerequisite.

That was the reason that drove Adam, a resident of snowy Switzerland, to file the visa application in sunny Istanbul – a 25-year-old guy discovered for himself that he loves to swim in a nearly all-year-round warm sea (according to his definition of ‘warm’, whilst the Turks were wearing winter jackets in the winter, which he always laughed inside of him, considering local +25° even in January).

That’s how Adam met a Ukraine escort Istanbul lover – she was also in a consulate visa department. If you have been there – you might have noticed the large space of it. Even though there were always some queues to several opened windows, the entire building wasn’t just about the hall with people asking for a visa.