My story will be told for all the world to read in a book I am currently preparing. Here is a capsule version of its contents:

THIS IS MY GENIUS: L'AMOUR

The appointment has been fixed. Details have been settled. A heightened state of awareness takes hold of me, and I prepare to become Aalex.

The first thing I do is to remove all my clothes and contemplate myself in the mirror. When I look into my eyes and see the pupils almost obscuring their natural hazel hue, I know the persona of Aalex has arisen and now possesses my soul. My everyday identity has been abandoned, replaced by a being of sexually radiant energy. Like a panther transfixed on its prey, I observe my abdomen slowly rise and fall with each breath. My nakedness always induces surrender.

Dark olive skin glistens with coconut oil. As I move from my bed towards a wall of full-length mirrors my reflected image is seductive, tempting and irresistible. It's time to dress. I slide open my wardrobe exposing its many treasures, all selected with extreme care. Most are gifts from the world's leading couturiers and designers.

My first choice is a pair of dark green Armani military trousers. Next comes a Mel Clifford semi-transparent silk shirt, shot through with hand-woven gold thread. I then select a belt of glossed Italian leather with a silver buckle, the gift of an international fashion executive. The ensemble is completed by the addition of a Peter Morrissey cream single-breasted sports jacket.

Aalex considers a person's preference in shoes reveals their soul. So for tonight's rendezvous I choose a pair of brown crocodile Gucci lace-ups. Before making a final decision I re-examine each garment to confirm that it's absolutely appropriate.

I lay the clothes across the thick black fur that covers my bed. I assemble my regular accessories which include an MP3 player, lubricant, condoms, oil blended from patchouli, rosewood and jasmine, and finally incense sticks emitting an exquisite scent that will enhance the sensuality of the moment. I then clear my mind by meditating until it's time to leave.

Having dressed, I slide into my Porsche 911 Cabriolet and become absorbed in traffic. It's 9.30pm, and people are seeking sex. Admiring stares surround me as I proceed into the heart of the city, destined for the Marriott Hotel, Circular Quay.

I recall my telephone conversation with the client, and how precise and calm she was. Her English was excellent, with a pure French accent. She clearly knew what questions to ask, such as how certain services affect price.

Normally people don't do that in such detail. Instantly I felt I was awakening from a long slumber, recalling a time long ago when I existed in a state of transcendental purity. I realise the girl is not just an experienced escort but a truly rare soul. And I'm thinking: "A French girl who speaks English so well, educated, classy? She's staying in one of the best hotels in the city and she's flown in from France."

I've always wanted to interact with a French worker as France has long represented the height of sexual sophistication. The very language is seductive. This is my first experience not so much of being with a French person but of being with a French escort. Even without seeing her I know this girl is special. And the energy between us has already intensified.

I'm precise and very experienced. It's important not to be drawn into emotion but to remain in a sexual state. My breath is deep and slow and my very presence is charging the atmosphere with passion and desire. We're communicating. Forget the words. We're listening to each other. Two become one.

She'd said: "Money's no problem. Why don't you come down to the hotel and have a drink with me? We'll take it from there."

"I'll come down and have a drink with you," I replied, "though you must pay for my time."

As soon as I said that, she knew I was authentic. Now I see her number come up again on my telephone and consider she may cancel the booking.

I answer and she says: "Aalex, does that price include full service?"

"Yes, of course," I reply. "I'm really looking forward to our time together" I add.

She pauses briefly. "Do you mind if a gentleman joins us?"

I smile. "That would be perfect, though the price is doubled of course."

She laughs softly. "Aalex, I'm looking forward to meeting you."

I take my time. Everything is in slow motion. My senses become intoxicated by my state of arousal. I'm detached from each moment's triviality and become immersed in my sexual being.

As I approach the hotel's entrance I discreetly check my appearance reflected in the foyer's glass doors.

A valet parks my car and a commissionaire welcomes me with practised formality. I proceed directly to the lifts as if I were a hotel guest. Inside the lift I check the room number. The room is located on the hotel's highest floor. It's the Presidential suite.

A middle-aged couple enter as the doors are closing. I move to the rear as she leans against the side. He faces the doors. I look directly into her eyes, playfully testing my powers of seduction. Her eyes soften, she smiles and blushes. I look away for a second, then glance into her eyes once more. She's fascinated and aroused. Visual sex is fun.

Now the lift bell chimes and it's time for my arrival. Their suite is located at the end of the hallway, concealed by finely crafted doors. I knock. The doors open and I behold perfection. This French girl is so beautiful it's clear why she's been flown all the way from France to Australia.

When I first walk in, I can't afford to become caught up in stage fright. That happens occasionally when the sexual state is lacking or severely unbalanced. This is sexual energy, the purest form of human expression. Whatever I or the other person feels will be communicated truthfully. I then proceed to balance this energy, because that's what I'm really being paid for: providing instant sexual compatibility. Great sex results from a highly sensitive consciousness. Expressed correctly it will change your life forever.

With sex, there are many different levels of awareness. Mastery is rare. In my entire life, having seen between 5000-6000 people, I have encountered just two masters. Now I'm in the presence of a third.

We look into each other's eyes for a moment. She turns suggesting I follow. As I do I perceive everything with profound clarity. She turns back towards me. I see no shame in her face. This is sacred. Every feeling I'd had about her is confirmed. The walls of familiar reality fall away and our true selves are revealed in all their splendid nakedness. We've been swept into a religious experience.

Before reaching a stage of full awareness, I would have read this situation as love at first sight. Now I see our meeting as pure love, an exchange of gifts free from earthly attachments. Each of us has spent a lifetime reaching this point. Heaven opens and angels sing.

She smiles as if to say: "You're divine." I reciprocate with my smile.

She's amazingly beautiful, with black bobbed hair, a delicate nose and a little mouth and chin. Fine leather straps from her stilettos entwine her calves. A gold chain dress moulds her breasts, accentuating the nipples. She possesses divine proportions. All the focus is on her huge eyes. Everything else is petite.

Then the man appears. He's about six feet, well built, a nice-looking fellow with a beautiful smile, a really warm presence. I guess the way he lives his life is a testament to his personality. It's just open, friendly, confident and relaxed. So the energy is perfect. It's a threesome. We have gathered from across the world. He's Indian. I sense his experience in these situations.

He leaves the room to have a shower. I kiss her, she tastes sweet. The energy elevates us. We're no longer in the room. We are as one. Excited, we play. This is a dance, performed by two lovers in synch. Embracing this sacred moment we exist without fear.

So we mirror each other, and that's how we do it, and the energy stays lovely. We're kissing and our entire consciousness exists only at that point.

This is sexuality at its most exalted, a ballet that symbolises the origin of all life. Every movement has meaning and we're in a state of grace.

I feel the presence of the Indian guy as he returns. A white towel around his waist contrasts against his dark skin and his smile puts me at ease. I enjoy the openness.

He's pushed two double beds together in the main bedroom forming one large play area. I ask the French girl to turn around as I unfasten the latches of her dress. As the shiny metallic garment slides across her flawless light olive skin it gathers into a sparkling golden pile at her feet.

With her back towards me I carefully lay the dress on the ground. The world is mute and still. Such beauty cannot be described in words. It's beyond flesh and ego. Her lingerie is exotic, finely crafted from diamonds and pearls.

I run my finger lightly up the inside of her thigh, then cross a waist belt of diamonds, stopping at her neck. I whisper: "Lie across the bed, my touch is magical you know." She smiles and positions herself at the centre of the two beds.

Then she says, "Let's take it slowly." I look into her eyes and say with a mischievous grin: "I'm looking forward to giving you a very special massage."

And she smiles back at me with eyes wide open as if to say: "Yes please!" Taking off all my clothes, I'm completely at ease. Intuitively she feels this.

I say to the guy: "Why don't you take that towel off and sit in the chair? Make yourself really comfortable."

Now they feel secure. There's just one lamp on casting a soft glow. She's lying on her tummy, her hair, thick, black and full of body, settling around her shoulders and both hands beneath her chin. The lamp is caressing her skin with its golden light. I just look down on the bed, contemplating her. I shall carry this vision with me eternally.

The guy shares our feeling of love. I've arranged a work of art for our enjoyment. The journey has become a three-way appreciation of each other.

While massaging her I start to talk with him. He tells me he comes from a wealthy background. He's a lawyer and she's been his mistress for over three years.

He's smiling and I'm massaging and she says, "Oh, that's good." She's totally relaxed.

Exploiting the small amount of light I twist my body forcing certain muscles to contract, in turn stretching others. I'm masculine perfection, complementing her delicate femininity. I catch our reflections in a mirror and pause for a moment. My athletic frame beads with perspiration. I feel droplets running down my neck and swirling gently over my shoulder blades, tickling my spine before rolling over my bottom.

The guy's captivated. He's a sensual, intelligent, beautiful soul. He appreciates the detail in our creativity, totally focused on what's happening.

I unlace her shoes, clip open her suspenders, and slowly roll down her stockings. Now with the very tips of my fingers I sense heat rising from her body. I touch her ever so gently, unpredictably, in sensual areas including between her forearm and her upper arm, down the back of her neck, then down the centre of her spine and across to the inside of her thigh, slightly brushing her pussy.

I then place a hand on each cheek of her bottom and slowly pressure her open, as pussy lips part exposing a moist vagina. It's primitive and perfect. She's dripping down her diamond and pearled briefs.

I breathe on the inside of her thigh - breath is so erotic. I start with breath. Leaning over her I sense the intensity of her body heat.

Next I come up behind her and breathe slow and hard into her neck without kissing her, and while I'm doing this I brush my hand across her pussy. I turn her over and attach leather and fur restraints to her wrists and ankles. I secure them to the hand-crafted furniture made from blood red mahogany.

So now she's lying on a bed and her arms are tied together stretched out. I place a leather blindfold across her face and putting my hand up to my lips I signal the guy.

We sensually touch all over her body. I watch how he touches, the way he pressures her skin, the speed of his movements. I copy him. Now she can't distinguish between his touch and mine. Our identities are lost and she is aroused by the sensation of the unknown.

Now all she has on is a diamond and pearl G-string. I spread the pearls apart, one strand down each side of her pussy. I have observed that this girl's most sensitive area is at the very top of her vagina. She likes to be rubbed on each side, but licked in the middle.

I stretch the pearls tightly down each side of her pussy, parting the labia. My body reacts instinctively and slides into a position where I can stroke her with my tongue. She's honey; I can feel she's swollen. Her perfect pussy is full. She's ultimately turned on. This is the most amazing experience. I'll bring her to orgasm in my mouth.

Like an ice dancer twirling high and landing graciously, I leave myself no time for reflection. I'm ever present.

What fascinates me is taking clients beyond their earthly perceptions of sexual expression. This is my genius: lovemaking.

I pull the two strings of pearls up against her pussy once more. Singing her song of ecstasy she moans in an erotic, French, thickened fashion. Despite her restrained limbs her body moves with extreme sensitivity. Her soul is released.

I can see this by how she is; and meanwhile the guy's cupping her breasts and gently licking and nibbling her nipples. I then glimpse him running his hands over her body, kissing her lips.

An exotic princess lies before us. Whilst she remains blindfolded and restrained, I diligently remove the jewels that conceal her vagina. I express my devotion by kissing and licking her simultaneously.

I can bring her to orgasm at any moment. The longer I hold her out the more she will appreciate the intensity of the experience.

We're freely interpreting each other. She pushes into my face, thighs holding me tight, on the edge of contractions. One more rhythmic tongue stroke will trigger a release. With slightly varying strokes I prolong her pleasure. She's totally trusting and in my control.

Sliding my hands underneath as if holding a delicious piece of water melon I lift her bottom towards my face. She is ready. Her thighs pressure my head and sound is lost. My consciousness is focused at the tongue. I hold her tight, drawing her ever closer. This is going to be it. The three of us will share this as one.

Restrained by leather and flesh, she can't move. This intensifies her excitement. When she comes her pussy will be hypersensitive, and just breathing on it will stimulate pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain.

She's close, she's in my grip. She'll briefly experience physical pain at the peak of her orgasm, followed by a sensation of pure ecstasy. She'll want to pull away and she can't. I'll concentrate all this energy prolonging her orgasm.

I keep licking her moving up and down,

up and down vertically,

up and down,

and I can feel the pressure building; and her pussy is becoming more and more charged. And then I lick just past her pelvis, with a slow hard circular motion for a few seconds. I then move back down to her clitoris.

She's tightly pressed into my face. Anticipating orgasm her clitoris swells and feels almost like an erect nipple in my mouth. I start to suck and lick this area at the same time. Licked once more I'll cause her release. And then as she starts to come I push my tongue down hard on to her pussy. She's contracting and moving violently in my hands.

She's moaning, no - screaming! I grasp her like a wild animal. She can't go anywhere. She wants to close her legs but they're parted by my face. She has an intoxicating scent reminding me of high school girls I tasted as a boy.

It's time to let go. She's moaning and her body's shaking and moving on the bed; and the guy looks at me smiling, moving his hands over her breasts. And I say to him, "She wants sex with you now!"

We change positions; he comes down and I go up, and when I put my lips near hers she pushes into me. She knows it's me, even though blindfolded; she smells me, putting her tongue deep inside my mouth as if to say Thank You.

I'm an artist and not a threat, so complementary to who they are. I'm there but not there.

I undo her hands and remove her blindfold. He's extremely turned on. They start to make love. He has a huge black cock. I'm watching as he's lying on his back on the bed. She straddles him, her back to me. Her thighs are parted by his. She's displaying her beautiful smooth French pussy by stretching it over his cock as it slides up and down. I can see the wetness of this woman coating his penis, making it appear glossy black. It looks surreal; it looks like a plastic dildo, with veins and this petite pussy stretched over it. She's moving up and down, up and down. What beauty!

I'm sitting in a chair watching, thinking, "This is one of my days!" I smile. Life is interesting.

Then I hear her announce with a French accent, "Let's do double" - double penetration. It's rare a girl will do double penetration. They'd all love to. Eventually it becomes their deepest sexual desire: girls love to have two guys at once forever more after successfully experiencing it. This is where you have to be acutely sensitive. You have to know what you're doing or else you'll hurt the girl and throw the group energy out.

Through the love of sex our lives are enriched. Openness, truth and love create our unspoken mantra. The three of us are one. We're sexual radiant beings in mind, body and soul, artists in the truest sense, exploring without limits.

I move on to the bed. She's on her knees on top of him. His legs are between her legs and his cock remains inside her. Close behind her I half squat. My tongue caresses her arse, then wriggles inside. I feel his cock pushing against the thin membrane of her pussy. I withdraw my tongue and start licking around his cock while it moves in and out.

I feel my own penis pulsing hard with blood. A silky substance emerges from its tip, falling gently on to his thigh. A thread of pre-cum attaches us both together. I wind it around my finger and smear it on to her bottom before touching the velvety soft texture within. A sexually charged shiver runs up my spine making my nipples erect. I observe him from over her shoulder, his head rolled back in ecstasy.

As she drops down over him on to her hands and knees I rub lubricant over my cock. It's pumped with blood and feels hot, so the lubricant melts quickly and runs down my shaft. Our bodies' heat suffuses the air with the sweet musky scent of sex. I place my finger inside her arse, feeling his cock sliding in and out. Its head occasionally forces my finger hard against her bottom.

I love peoples' bottoms; they're so sexy. Why do we all stare at each others' arses? It's the most attractive and sensitive part of the body. You can achieve amazing orgasms through it.

With her body stretched over his, they resemble two exotic African creatures mating on a sun-drenched plain. As I'm about to enter her, the muscles of my thighs ripple and I rise to position. My finger feels for the right angle to enter her. Shaping the head of my penis with my hand I make its tip small enough to penetrate her opening. With the other hand diverting her attention away from any discomfort felt from the penetration I pinch and roll her hardened pink nipples in my fingers.

Her breath is rapid and shallow. I see my cock melting into her arse as she presses back against me. It's incredibly warm inside her petite body. His cock moves purposefully, stimulating my head as I continue to fill her.

She's throwing her head forward and backwards, like a horse bucking. She's sexually peaking in total ecstasy.

The guy then starts to come, triggering her orgasm. I feel the initial contractions as her bottom tightens around my enlarged penis. These contractions quickly recur with even greater force. She slams herself against my pelvis, grinding both cocks deep into her body. Sweat rolls down her cheek, her lips part and she moans with intonations of extreme pleasure. She's coming, her soul and body unite. Her mind is excluded at this point but will return within moments. Before she feels any physical discomfort I move her hips towards me, pushing deep inside, biting her neck for distraction. I'm coming. This powerful release makes my jaw drop and my eyes open wide. Saliva trickles down my face, dissolving into the perspiration on her back. I slowly slide out before her sexual energy falls, without inflicting any physical pain. Perfect timing!

After being in such a powerfully spiritual realm, it's time to return.

As we collapse on the bed she starts us all laughing. Lifting her head up and still breathing hard, she turns to me and says, "Aalex, you've exceeded my expectations."

As we lie on the bed recovering, the guy says, "We must have you come to our place in France."

So we talk about what a great experience it was. He asks me how it was possible to slide into her like that. He's interested in my technique. We speak about what to do, and he understands. The three of us hold each other. They give me a nice bonus, phone next day, and ask if I could arrange another session for them.

I arrange for a limousine to pick us up. We're to have sex in the limousine while driving across the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Afterwards we're to go and experience making love on an Australian nudist beach.

Unfortunately he was called back to Hong Kong and that didn't happen. But it was interesting - a great experience, beautiful people.