Is There Anybody Out There?

I do have much more to write, but so far I feel as though I am "playing to an empty house". Please if ANYBODY, anybody atall reads this blog, even if just for a moment and you're not really interested in it, please just leave a quick comment to let me know that someone has seen it.

I've not been very successful with the technical approach to getting more traffic, despite registering and trying to understand how it works and all that.

I really feel that my blog could be interesting to read, and would really like to attract publishers so that maybe I could turn it into a book one day. But for now I would be happy if I just knew that there was someone who was able to stumble across my blog and just SEE it.

If I get just 10 comments then I will continue to write. If not then I wont.

Thanks!

It Pays Well and I Enjoy It

Yesterday I was asked a frequently asked question by a customer - "You're too good for this. Why do you do it?" , "What do you mean too good?" I ask. They tell me I'm a very attractive, sexy and nice person.

Do they think that being 'attractive, sexy and nice' will pay my mortgage? Or maybe they think that, because I could if I wanted, I should find a rich man to keep me and pay for me. Well they would be wrong. The man I love is not rich, and neither he nor I would expect him to keep me (although I'm sure he would if he was very rich). After all, I am not supplying children or subservience!

The answer to the question is that it pays well and I enjoy it. Well, I sometimes enjoy it. The other day I had two nice customers in a row. They were both well groomed, well endowed and well good lovers. (In fact one of them reminded me a bit of my husband. I tried to put such thoughts from my mind to avoid getting emotional.) As I lay back receiving quality oral pleasure for some time, I said to myself "Should I really be getting paid for this? This is fabulous!"

Then there are the other times when an older guy who can barely get hard and comes in 2 minutes, smells bad and is rather hairy asks me if I'm enjoying it. They expect me to humour them... It takes a fair bit of acting skill I can say. As he's slobbering over my neck and cheeks I'm just thinking "Urgh... Get away from my face!"

So yes it pays well, though sometimes not well enough, and yes I enjoy it, but not often.

Girl on Girl

I advertise for gentlemen, ladies and couples. I get occassional enquiries about my services for couples, usually by the man. Never had an enquiry by a single lady.

I do genuinely like girls. I've had threesomes with a few of my girlfriends and just girl-on-girl with one lovely lady friend...

We had chatted about it a few times. I'd been with girls before, she said she would like to do it. She didn't say with me though and I didn't presume. We had been to a barbeque with some friends from work. Plenty of alcohol flowing. The hosts were a couple, the lady of which was chatting with us about herself being bisexual. My friend, 'M' and I found ourselves alone in the kitchen to refill drinks. I am a bit of a monster for vodka when I get going. We were having a bit of a giggly moment, grinning at each other flirtily. It was clear we were both horny, and for each other. We came together and kissed - a proper snog. It was fabulous! I didn't want to stop. I grabbed a handful of her arse too. We only broke off when one of the lads came into the kitchen. He ran away giggling.

At the end of the evening we left together with the pretence of sharing a taxi. We shared it right back to by bedroom. We were extremely pissed by this stage, and more than a little clumsy. We stripped off with gay abandon, snogging each others mouths and tits. We went down on each other. I think we were most exited by the idea of what we were doing than anything. We even managed to break some slats on my bed! It left us in fits of drunken giggles. We passed out until morning to nurse hangovers.

We are still good friends. She is one of the few people I tell what I really do for a living. We have had sexual encounters since that time, including a foursome with a guy who turned out to be my future husband!

It Washes Out

The theme of the day today was 'making a mess with lots of cum on my duvet'!

The first customer spent about 3 minutes fingering me etc, asked for a condom, I put it on, he pumped me from behing a few times then came and kind of collapsed onto me. I surrupticiously checked that he'd taken the condom with him as he exited. OK. We layed there and chatted for a while, then he got exited again and went or another go. To his credit he had no trouble getting it up again. The second time was very similar. After we had layed there in the slumped position for a while, I made a move, indicating that it was time to wind it up. He rolled away and I realised that the condom was still inside me. That in itself is no big deal, but it's contents (the product of 2 goes no less) had dribbled out onto the duvet. Yuck!

When unmentionables find their way out of bodily orifices and onto my duvet, they generally remain unmentioned. After all there's no need to embarass anyone.

So after he left I changed the cover. The next customer did have trouble getting and staying hard, so he wanked himself off behind my prone postion and shot (literally) his load (LOAD) over my upturned arse. He seemed to have been saving it up since Christmas because the amount and distance covered by it were impressive! However, despite him licking it off me (yuck!), a substantial amount escaped onto my fresh duvet cover. This customer did at least aknowledge it and apologise. "Don't worry about it." I said, "It washes out." .