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Hi, Hottie, yes you!
I'm Maya, your sweet enigma
The first thing you’ll notice? These curves, ultra feminine. Almond eyes that smoulder, soft velvet chocolate skin that dares you touch. A smile that suggests I already know your secrets.
But beauty is just the opening chapter. I come from a family of lawyers, earned a STEM Master’s degree, and sharpened my wit along the way. African values keep me grounded…but curiosity keeps me wild. It’s no wonder I’m the best Independent Escort London has to offer.
my Mission
I want to savour life’s finest pleasures: people, connection, music, art, food and wine — by curating hedonistic and fun girlfriend experiences as your GFE London escort.
You have money. I have freedom. Together? We can indulge in hotel suites, learn from each other… in conversation and in bed.
I’ll find you fascinating. You’ve lived decades longer, with stories I’ve never heard. You’ll find me irresistible. I live in the moment, with a reckless immediacy you thought you’d lost long ago. It’s a dangerous match, which is exactly why it works.
If you value intelligence, radiant charm, and a woman who truly sees you, I suspect we’ll have no trouble keeping each other entertained. I hope to hear from you soon.
Photos taken at Beasy Bar Soho 58 Greek Street
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Au(O)ral Interlude
“Like a dirty martini, this voice note’s bold, smooth, and just the right amount of naughty — sip me in your ears for 60 seconds.
One for the History Books
the makings of maya maserati
Because every woman worth knowing has an origin story...mine just happens to involve ancient Greek ruins, corporate ruin, and a very good negroni.
It began, as most deliciously dangerous things do, with a drink I shouldn’t have accepted… and a smile that promised trouble. Fresh out of a Russell Group university, I was celebrating graduation with my girls in Mykonos — champagne, sunburn, and a little too much confidence. One Negroni at bar became an invitation and boat ride from a Casanova. Next stop: Santorini.
“There was no documenting. Only being.”
That night, I arrived at a masquerade party cloaked in Grecian elegance. Phones were surrendered at the door. There was no documenting, only being. What unfolded was something ancient yet electric. Sex was a minor part of the evening. More important was desire—artful, deliberate, cultivated. I finally understood why the elite classes of Egypt, Rome, and Greece indulged in these sensual gatherings. They knew something we’d forgotten: life is best lived through the senses. And I wanted more of that.
“Every PowerPoint killed my libido.”
So naturally, I returned to London… and did the opposite. Big 4 grad scheme. Beige 9-to-5. I smiled through performance reviews and said “low-hanging fruit” more than anyone should in one lifetime. Every PowerPoint dulled me.
Behind the corporate mask, there was still a woman whose skin hummed from that Grecian night. From being seen. Desired without demand. Witnessed without judgement. And I realised: I wasn’t built to survive the corporate grind and office politics – I was built to seduce.
“I created Maya Maserati.”
So, I created Maya Maserati. Not an alias. An awakening. An ebony escort who doesn’t just stir your appetite, she satisfies your hunger. She holds space. She makes room for your passion, your madness, your vulnerabilities, your desire, your contradictions. No, I’m not your therapist. But I will hear you in ways no one else has. I’m neurodivergent, wickedly intuitive, and fluent in silence, signals, and stories between the lines.
I’ve made indulgence an art form. I live in duality, by day I freelance consult and by night, I entertain as your classy London independent escort. Some men seek my body. The clever ones seek the experience — the one place they don’t have to perform.
I’m not for everyone. But if you’ve made it this far, I’m probably for you.
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.
- Oscar Wilde
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PHYSIQUE
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EDUCATION
MYERS BRIGS
STEM Masters MSc
IFNJ
hobbies
PODCASTS
Squash, Golf, Anime, AI, Option Trading, Vintage Heel Collector
Call Her Daddy, The Receipts
libation
cuisine
Champagne or Gin & Tonic
Mediterranean, Italian, Steak
passions
turn on's
Web Design, Jazz, Theatre, Art, Fine Watches, Cigars
Nerds, Beards, Suits, Generosity, Eye contact
Dear Future Lover
The signs are unmistakable...you belong here
You didn’t scroll all this way by accident. Go on … find below the version of you I already understand.
The MARRIED MAN 💍
It didn’t happen all at once… the kisses got shorter, the touches rarer, the spark quietly fizzled.
The intimacy? Now a dutiful chore.. or doesn’t happen at all. You still care. You’re loyal in every way that matters. But being wanted… truly wanted? It’s been a while.
What you crave now is transformative connection without complication. Seduction without strings. A secret space where for a couple of stolen hours, you’re not just tolerated – you’re devoured.
And that’s where I come in.
THE DISCREET TRAVELER ✈️
Your itinerary’s full, but something’s still missing. A beautiful hotel room deserves beautiful company.
Whether you’re in town to close business deals or escape them, I’m the secret highlight you won’t find in any London TripAdvisor guide.
International clients often tell me: “There’s no one like you back home.” Ebony elegance like mine is rare. Think of me as the secret layer of your trip… the kind you’ll replay in your mind long after the flight home.
So pour a drink. Hang the the Do Not Disturb sign. And indulge in something you won’t find twice in this lifetime.
THE MODERN DATER 💔
You’ve outgrown apps. Now you crave intimacy without the algorithm.
Dating apps promised chemistry… but delivered dry chats, inflated egos, disappearing acts, and an endless scroll of “girl boss” profiles.
Whether you’re long-time single or newly divorced, you can skip the performance of modern dating.
Choose something certain. No guesswork. No strings. No drama — just real connection, and real desire.
THE NEURODIVERSE 🧠
No masks. No scripts. No pressure to be anything but exactly as you are.
Whether you’re ADHD, autistic, highly anxious, low-key depressed, or just plain burnt the hell out… I see you.
I’m not a therapist (though I’ve been told I listen like one), but I am trauma-informed… and proudly neurodivergent myself. I call it neurospicy, it’s what gives me my quirks and effortless magnetism you don’t forget.
I know how rare it is to be met without judgment. Let me be your soft place to land when the world feels sharp.
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