Attractive Natural Blonde

One Extreme Or The Other

2008-03-04T20:56:00.003Z

It's been a long time, but I'm back. I stopped working last year and decided to get a different job. I wanted to make my man happier by stopping "fucking people for money" as he put it.
I tried massage therapy, stripping in a club and clerical work. None of them came up to scratch financially. I was faced with a tough decision (my man found it tough too), but I decided to work for another 5 years or so and then have enough money for investment and retirement.

I guess you'll want to hear what I've been up to lately......

"So are you Dom or Sub?" this guy asked me today. It's now about the fourth time I've seen him and he always asks the same questions. "Neither really, I just like to be desired and fucked" I said, and because I was starting to get irritated with him I asked "So why do you like to fit people into one box or another?". He wasn't offended, he just said that it makes it easier for him to relate and react to people. I said that I'm just me and he should react to me as he sees me. I asked him how he sees me, he didn't know. Oh for goodness sake!....I find it so tiring when they want me to play a role without direction!

Sometimes a director does come along and it's good. One guy a few weeks ago had a schoolgirl fantasy. When he arrived (after describing exactly what he wanted me to wear) he sat down and described the whole scenario; what we would both say and do, how the dialogue and interaction would take place, what the outcome would be and how we would arrive there. I was to be the sixth former who had been caught smoking behind the bike sheds, I had been sent to (his) the Headmaster's office to be dealt with. I would deny it at first and receive punishment (gentle spanking across the palms then on the bottom with a plastic bendy ruler that he had thoughtfully brought with him) until I agreed to tell the truth. Eventually I would be asked to give him a blow job to avoid further punishment and of course I would oblige.
We did the whole thing and it was great. At the start, once he had described the scenario to me I went out of the room and came back in again in character. We both stayed in character until he came and then it was like someone said "CUT" and we both came out of character.
Now that's my idea of role-play.

This guy today... "Oh I think maybe you're slightly Sub. Have you ever done anything Dom or Sub? What happened the last time? What friends have you got that wear leather?" .... and on and on, ...whilst he's wanking of course, ...and I'm squeezing his nipples. Sometimes he forces my head down to bite or lick his nipples (yuck - hairy!), but last time it gave me a strained neck so I wont let him force me now.
I noticed today that he has grey body hair on his left side and dark hair on his right side. I think it's a manifestation of his desire to make all things either one extreme or the other.

Hair pulling

2007-02-04T18:22:00.000Z

I have a regular customer who likes to come and see me early in the morning. He is of retirement age although quite fit for it. He says, however, that he can only get it up in the mornings... By the afternoon there's no chance!
He likes things a little bit kinky, and one time suggested introducing some exquisite pain into our scenario...
Hmm... Now I'm not really into pain - whether it is giving or receiving it. However, I dutifully applied the wooden clothes pegs he'd brought along to his scrotum whilst trying to keep the grin off my face. ...Oh but it did look ridiculous!!

Last week I had a bit of a themed day... It was pulling of my hair.

The first was another regular who also likes it early in the morning. This one , however, is more than capable of getting his beautiful cock up several times within any hour of the day or night!

He asked me lots of questions about how I like it... Rough? Gentle? I truthfully replied that I like a bit of both in alternation.... And away we went!
He kissed me really hard and told me to stick my tongue right into his mouth. He sucked hard on it. It was strange - I've never been kissed quite like that; I think I liked it. He kissed my neck lots which I loved, and he pulled my hair, gripping it by he roots and yanking it a few times. This took my breath away a little, and was only ok because it was interspersed with gentleness. I found the experience a real turn on and quite passionate. It's not really what you do, but how you do it!

He fucked me twice in the hour and we still had time for a chat! It was then that he apologised for the love bite on my neck. I'd been aware of him kissing me there quite hard , but I was pretty carried away with it all myself! I said it was ok, still in my post orgasmic state. It was only after he left that I realised what a HUGE red hickey he'd left on me. Very bad manners. That was a week ago and I'm still applying make-up to cover it.

Later that day, I had another customer who wanted to pull my hair. This one was also quite sexy but didn't get my pulse racing quite as much as the first. Maybe I'd had a long day by then. We didn't make it upstairs but got down on my lounge rug - very immediate.
He wants to introduce me to his girlfriend for a threesome. I'm not sure if that's for real or just a fantasy... Who cares!

Market forces

2007-01-29T19:03:00.000Z

How much should I charge?

It is a question I have to answer by guesswork really... Too little and I will lose some of my prestige factor or be overrun with work. Too much and I wont get enough appointments.

Up to several weeks ago I was pretty overrun with work. People just couldn't get in for an appointment with me sometimes. Very good for my ego, but plenty of them were so impressed with me that even they said that I should be charging more! So I put my prices up, above the average but not the most expensive. I now get just enough work (Spare time today, but fully booked tomorrow) and several people have decided not to visit as it is beyond their financial limits. I think I have reached my ceiling and am probably charging just enough now.

Well I can't exactly do market research can I??!

There's still one guy who I have kept my prices low for... He comes most weeks and has done for about the last 3 years since I've been working in this town. Right from the word go he mostly wanted to HUG. He doesn't have the full personal service because, frankly, his penis is too small. But he enjoys the hand relief I give (complete with fruity lube) and it's usually time to lie down and chat after the first half an hour. I find it very relaxing to lay there with him. We know each other quite well by now. We listen to music - he likes rhythm and blues. He often cheers me up, and I know I often cheer him up. Somehow we always end up talking about food!

I have only put my price up once for him since the start.... He now pays 25% less than my other customers. Sometimes quality is more important! But business sense has to prevail for the majority.

I'm not a scrubber

2007-01-25T19:12:00.000Z

I had a customer last night who was very nervous at first. He came in with a lit cigarette when I answered the door. I asked him to get rid of it straight away. I think that's a bit rude these days - assuming that you can walk into someone's house with a lighted cigarette. Maybe he was more used to the parlour sort of place, or a working girls' flat where it's not really anyone's home.

He sat down and asked for a drink straight away. I'm not really geared up for that. Most people are happy with a glass of water to calm them down or refresh them, and they're more interested in other things! He seemed to think he was in some kind of club! I only drink herbal tea, had no chilled wine or beer. A vodka and tonic was all I had to offer him. He accepted, and then gave me a mildly hard time for not joining him... I don't drink casually on a daily basis, and I wasn't about to start for him!

He was full of questions, which were clearly due to his nervousness: Who lives here? Why do you do this? Do you have a boyfriend? Aren't some people nasty to you? Do you work in the same bed you sleep in? Do you ever finish an appointment and scrub yourself clean? Blah blah blah.... I think he's got a vivid imagination and has been watching too much TV!

Well, about the bed... I must admit that when I first started working as a prostitute I thought it would be best to work in a different bed from where I slept. Keep everything separate, therefore not subjecting my slumber time to visions of what had gone on in that room earlier. In practice, however, this is pretty impractical unless you have plenty of rooms and beds to spare. I actually found it no problem to chill out in my bedroom after working and totally feel that it was my space and it didn't feel dirty. I do now have a spare duvet, so I use one for working and a different one for snuggling up with. But that's more for the sake of freshness and hygeine than enything emotional.

And no, I have never scrubbed myself clean after an appointment. Like I said to him... If there was something that was going to make me feel like standing under a scolding hot shower and scrubbing my skin clean until it was red raw... Well, I wouldn't do it then would I? Duh!

Older men

2007-01-25T17:45:00.000Z

Now I am not a girl who particularly likes older men. However, they like me!

I saw a customer the other day who was in his twenties. He was fit, energetic, adventurous and could keep it up lovely and hard for the whole hour.... Just what a girl like me needs! I said to him how nice it was to have someone so young, and he asked how old most of my visitors are.... "Mostly older men" I said.

Well yes they are mostly around 40 to 60 at a guess. But I have several visitors who are much older. I've had a couple of 82 years old. Now that's old! I suppose most women my age would say "yuck". But it's quite saddening when you talk to these men, and realise that they still have sexual desires. But they don't have a body that is attractive, either to them or to the ladies, and often it is non- co-operative (in terms of impotence). It must be very frustrating when "her indoors" is no longer interested, or has perhaps passed away, and they are left high and dry.

A little of me feels a bit guilty about taking their pension money. But I'm sure they are not the poor pensioners on State Pension and they can somehow afford to pay. And after all - my services are not essential living costs....they are optional extras!

I justify the money though, when they get up from the bed and leave behind a little momento in the form of a skidder across my duvet... Now that is "yuck!". But of course, I'm polite and don't want to cause embarassment. I pretend not to notice. We'll all be old one day, and these guys have not just payed me all that money to feel anything other than fantastic - that's my job.

I simply don't look to closely at the duvet as I get it into the washing machine at 300 degrees!

There is one older man who I see most weeks... He is almost 80. Yes he has all those old men things that I just wrote about. But he doesn't smell bad and he's quite a nice character. He also happens to have pretty good manual technique in the pussy department! Yes, I always need lube and a fertile imagination to get going with him. But he know his own penile limitations, and obliges me with the dildo of my choice. It felt strange at first to even allow myself to get turned on by someone so old and physically unattractive, but I went with it. Now I often cum for him (although he is one of those customers that are only fulfilled when they see me orgasm, so not all of the orgasms with hims are real!).

Mind you, when I think of doing it now... "yuck!".

Too good for my own good!

2007-01-24T14:49:00.000Z

I have mentioned before in this blog a customer who has one of the nicest cocks I have had the pleasure of... Well, I have seen him a few more times for 2 to 3 hours and it has been hot!

I find him physically attractive, which helps, in that I easily respond well to him and am able to get quite carried away. He had mentioned our 'chemistry' in his private messages to me and I have encouraged this. Indeed there is a chemistry there, but it seems he feels it more strongly that I do...

I received another complementary message from him after his most recent visit. In it he said that he has fallen for me in a big way and can't get me off his mind. He wishes we had met years ago, but as it is, taking things further is not an option as we both have partners. He therefore wants to stop seeing me to get over me. He thinks that I am the best Working Girl he has ever seen and that he does not beleive he'll find anyone to equal the experience he has with me, and therefore I will be the last working girl he visits.

Well, what a shame... He was one of my favourites!

It was obviously a well thought out expression of his feelings and so I respected it and did not try to change his mind. I just sent a reply saying that I understood etc etc.

I guess I was too good for my own good.

It's not the first time a customer has fallen for me. There was a guy I saw for a long time who used to like to wear black silky knickers... He would get on all fours as I played around with his cock, balls and arse, and he loved it when I pulled the knickers right up the crack of his bum. It drove him wild, but before and afterwards he was so embarassed that he could enjoy such a thing. Of course I was very understanding, and told him that in actual fact it wasn't even that strange a request (He was a bit shocked to think that there could be worse things to do!).

I think he really valued my understanding attitude, and I was able to make him feel more comfortable. He didn't beleive he would ever find someone who could be as patient and understanding as me whilst still being a really sexy turn on for him. It was a shame really because his ex wife was just about the only other person he'd slept with, and she had made him feel that anything beyond missionary with the lights out was rude and disgustiong. Poor thing!

He eventually moved on. I was glas for him. I was glad for me too - things can get repetitive in this game just like they can in a relationship.

Up the bum

2006-12-02T18:33:00.000Z

I had a day last week that turned out to have a bit of a theme, as they sometimes do. It was men who like things up their bum!

Now I certainly love anal sex and having a finger up my backside during sex. It gets me very hot and almost always makes me cum. In fact on this day, a regular customer of mine had three or four up there and I was just loving it. Afterwards he said "You know, I think someone has moved your clitoris and put it up your arse". Yes very funny, only I still have a clitoris in the normal place too - lucky ole me eh?!!

He liked a finger up his bum. But it was an earlier customer who really wanted it... He's quite a big bloke; quiet. He does security work of some sort and turns up before work in black trousers and white shirt.

I've seen him once before but couldn't remember what he likes until we got around to it. Because he comes across as a little nervous, after an initial embrace, I suggested a massage, he eagerly accepted and lie face down on the bed.

I gave him a massage of the back, neck, shoulders, legs and finished with some gentle strokes around the bum and backs of legs, with a bit of ball tickling. I know when they are enjoying this one because they will lift their hips and stick their bum in the air. If they do it quite enthusiastically then it's a good indication they want a bit of playing around the bum hole.

Well this guy couldn't wait to stick his bum in the air. He responded very eagerly and was practically on all fours in a minute or two. I started with a tickle, then a small finger in a little way, each time he loved it I took him a little bit further... A bigger finger next, a little deeper, then I went to 2 fingers and he was really pushing back. He's such a big guy that I had to really lean into him with all my weight.

I thought about suggesting the strap on, but thought I'd leave that till next time. It is much more phallic than a couple of fingers and I didn't want to scare him!

What to do???

2006-11-19T21:01:00.000Z

I have discovered that the writer of the letter to my neighbours, telling them about what I do, is not in fact another neighbour, but a distant trouble maker who makes a habit of making trouble in this way for working girls. I had a call from a lady who had recognised the format of the letter from an experience she witnessed a while ago. One of the other top girls on our website also had disturbing revealing letters sent to the family of her boyfriend a few months ago. She never found out who sent them but is still working ... and so am I - sod 'em!

It did, however, create some problems between my partner and I. He now feels very uncomfortable visiting me here in my house, wondering what the neighbours think of him now that some of them know what I do. He also wonders what I might be keeping from him, and he has started to mistrust me a great deal... To the extent that he read this blog!

Needless to say it disturbed him, and I am regretful that he felt the need to read it, and that he read the version of events that I present in my blog in a way that I think might be interesting and a bit tittilating for strangers to read.

The thing is, he didn't tell me that he had read it until about a day after, and in the meantime carried on as normal, being affectionate and loving. It all ended in tears though, as it came out at the end of a boozy night in the pub.

So I guess my job is causing more problems than I had initially thought, and I really need to address it if my marriage is to survive. I offered to give up working straight away, but he believes that I would subsequently resent him for the loss of earnings and lack of multiple sex partners. I disagree, but if that is what he believes, then it is bound to cause a problem by expectation. And if I tell him it's not true, he wouldn't believe me at the moment.

Oh my gosh, I really do fear for my relationship, and it really IS more important than my job. But I am not ready to sacrifice my financial future security, especially when he thinks that it would be a mistake anyway.

What to do? What to do?

BAD neighbour

2006-11-14T19:08:00.000Z

A bit of a disaster today...

I received my post this morning after seeing my first customer away (He'd had my back doors on the sofa as the postman dropped off my letters through the curtain).
There was a letter addressed to the occupier and saying Dear Resident... It went on to say in no uncertain terms that I (my full name) am using my property to work as a prostitute. They gave details of where I advertise as well as my work phone number. They said that they do not think I should use 'our road' for my business and they say they have written to the local authorities because they beleive I wont be paying tax or business rates. They urge readers of the letter to join them in complaining to the local authorities to stop this activity in 'our neighbourhood'.

I am severly PISSED OFF!

For one, why didn't they come to me with any complaint about me? For two, why have they not had the balls to say who it is from (it is signed from 'A Friend'). And for three I DO NOT cause a disturbance that I am aware of. It's not like I walk the street or sit in my window. I even put trackies on to pop to the shop. All of my visitors are normal people who simply come to my door and cause no trouble to other residents.

I went to knock on a few doors this morning to try to find out who it was from. Most people were out, but those I spoke to said they had no problem with me so long as I keep to myself. My next door neighbour requested that I make sure the bedroom window is closed in the Summer which is fair enough and I will. And no-one knew who it was from.

I've worked myself up about it again now and I'm going to knock on a couple more doors and ask them if they know who wrote it and if they have a complaint to make about me.

Right back at you

2006-11-13T21:48:00.000Z

Well I was back to my work, being a busy bunny today.

Three appointments was all I could fit in between Spinning and Abs workout at the gym this morning and then Yoga class this evening. I could be making shed loads more money if I didn't spend so much time doing all that... But I consider it to be taking good care of myself, making sure my body is toned, fit and up to the job. Also making sure I stay sane, get out of the house and meet people who don't want to fuck me (or at least they don't get to fuck me anyway!) .

Had a second visit from a guy who is one of my favourites. He's ex-Army and built like a real MAN! Lovely cocoa skin, muscles that imply strength rather than gym vanity and one of the nicest cocks I've had the pleasure of wrapping my mouth around (let alone some other parts of my body!).

Thankfully he wrote me a glowing report on the website where I get most of my business from. That is not why I treat him well, but it certainly helps with my prestige. No, I treat him well because he pays me good money, he treats me with respect and consideration, he gives me pleasure and he's a nice bloke!

I believe that unless you are unlucky then the way you treat people comes right back at you.

My job is brilliant!

2006-11-12T18:53:00.000Z

I am starting back working tomorrow after a couple of weeks off. I'm looking forward to the money and the sex! I must say that it's great to have a job where I can take time off whenever I want. I'm sure I'll miss it when I give up next year.
I'm studying for my future job as a 'proper' massage therapist and yoga teacher. So I need to do a fair bit of studying (more than I have been recently).
But anyway, I'll be writing posts more often as I'm hoping to get on the telly with my blog... I'll keep you posted!

Work from a website

2006-08-04T09:34:00.000Z

OK, I'm back! I've been working very hard thanks to a website that will remain unmentioned here. It is a forum for prostitution and punting in my area and I have been getting PLENTY of business from it.

I had this one customer, PS, ring up for details and to make an appointment. He sounded very nice. He said that he had got my details from this website. I didn't really react as I thought that maybe he had a list of girls' numbers that he was calling and had confused me with one from a website (until then I had only advertised in newspapers). Anyway, when he arrived he said again that he had got my number from this website because someone who had been to see me had recommended me on the site and posted my contact number. Well I was flattered at a recommendation of course.

PS was a very pleasant customer who gave me a lovely massage and has been back to see me several times since. We are hoping to arrange a dinner date (he'll cook) when his son goes back to uni after staying for the summer. He gives me lovely sensuous stroking massages using cocoa butter that smells like caramel, whilst I am blind folded and naked.

So he told me all about this website and I checked it out. It turns out that girls can advertise there for free. I always thought that having my details on the internet would bring lots of pestering and time wasters. But I gave it a go and uploaded a profile and some self-taken photos.

There is a chart for most popular independent escort (measured by clicks on their profile over the past 4-5 weeks), and I aimed to get onto that list... Within a few days I appeared at the bottom of the list, which thrilled me, especially since the other girls on there seemed really nice and had very good reviews. Then day by day my ranking rose until I was top of the list! I have been on the site about a month now and my rating is almost double the second most popular! So obviously I'm thrilled. There's only so much work I can do, but now I can chose when to work and the appointments are there for me whenever I want!

Now of course you'll probably want the details of the site so that you can letch over my picture if nothing else. But by keeping it quiet I can freely write about my customers in this blog without offending anyone (even though I try to keep anonymity, a person would recognise a decsription of themselves no doubt).

So that's why I've been so busy. Last month I increased my income by 50%. But I need to make up for my 5 week holiday starting from next week. It'll be a honeymoon really and I can't wait.

Today I'm not working though as the PMS is REALLY BAD. I didn't want to get out of bed, had no energy, just wanted to eat, feel crappy as anything. I'm already 5 days late and it just keeps getting worse until my period arrives. Don't worry though I'm not pregnant. Did a test this morning just to make sure.

So I've decided to start writing again instead of watching Big Brother (shame on me!). But will miss a month from 10 aug, because I will be spending QUALITY TIME with the love of my life!

Back In The Winter

2006-07-03T07:52:00.000Z

Thanks for all the comments. I have decided to put my blog writing on hold until the weather goes crappy again. It's far too nice to be sat inside on the computer like a saddo. I'm out to catch some rays (naked in my back garden!).

Is There Anybody Out There?

2006-05-29T08:32:00.000Z

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

2006-05-11T16:58:00.000Z

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

2006-05-07T18:37:00.000Z

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

2006-05-01T19:16:00.000Z

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." .

Massage Parlour

2006-04-20T15:27:00.000Z

About 8 years ago I had just finished an 8 year relationship. I was between jobs. I had been bored with my sex life for a while and was having lots of fantasies. I realised that my situation at the time meant that there was nothing stopping me from fulfilling many of them.

One fantasy I'd always had was of me as a prostitute. I'd be wearing a tiny black mini-skirt, high heels, lots of cleavage etc. In my fantasy I'd be getting fucked by some bloke in a raincoat up an alley. This part was not really what I wanted to make happen, but something safer maybe...

Purusing the local paper for willing participants in my wantant fantasies, I came across a few adverts for 'Girls Wanted' by massage parlours. My curiosity was aroused. I phoned a couple of them and made arrangements to go along to visit...

Friday 2oth November 1998

On Friday I went to "M's" (a massage parlour). There were girls in stockings & short white uniforms. It was a fairly cosy club. Told me they offer just massage, topless or nude, but no sex or anything. I was suprised but pleased I suppose. Didn't see any 'work' being done.

In retrospect this seems very naiive of me, but I saw no reason why they should lie to me. Of course as far as they were concerned I could have been anyone - maybe gathering information about what they got up to there.

Monday 23rd November 1998

Today I watched a prostitute have sex with a man!
I went to "B's"(another place offering 'services'). The woman there met me outside, she was wearing a smart trouser suit. Once inside she changed into an evening dress with high heels and stockings & suspenders underneath. We waited for a few hours chatting, she explained everything in detail to me. She said that they do offer sex at "M's", despite what I'd been told. A few callers came to the door intercom camera, but she didn't let them in because she didn't like the look of them.

She was telling me that she was married and that she and her husband sometimes did live sex shows for private customers. I was quite impressed. They had 2 kids. She was attractive and her body was slim but not perfect. Soon a customer came along that she let in. During our conversation I had asked exactly what happens during the appointment. Although I was experienced enough at sex, it had been either with my boyfriend or, when with anyone less familiar, I'd always been off my head one way or another! I was a bit nervous of how it goes when you're sober, it's the middle of the day and you don't even know the guy let alone fancy him! She had offered to let me sit in with one of her customers.

We asked the guy if he minded me watching as I was a new girl and he agreed with niether question nor exitement. I followed them in and sat in the corner on a sofa and watched, to see exactly what happens...

There was no kissing. The guy didn't do much but lie there. She did some sensual rubbing of him, offered her tits in his face ("They love that" she had said). She put the condom on without a fuss, climbed on, went up and down about four times till he shuddered, then climbed off. It was all quite clean - no sweating or moaning. Rather straightfoward really... I reckoned I could cope with doing that.

I actually ended up working at "Ms" because there was more money to be had there. I worked there for about 2 months before I started offering more than just massage.

Big Boobs

2006-04-17T16:54:00.000Z

I didn't like to tell everybody. Some people are very quick to judge. Even my Mum didn't get told the full story, she was told about the neatening up of my appendix scar that I was also having done at the same time. I knew that she'd know eventually, but I had made my choice and didn't want anyone planting doubt in my mind. I was so exited about it.

I would be going from a 36B to a 36DD. I was shopping one day before I'd decided on what size I wanted to be. I saw a 36E in the bargain bucket so I bought it for a try on. It looked huge, stuffed with socks. I decided that a DD was fine. That would make shopping for my new size easier too.

I did it all on my own really. My boyfriend (the second one from the skiing trip) knew, so did my lover (one of his best mates), but they didn't live anywhere near me. So I had the problem of looking after myself after the operation. I made sure I had supplies of everything in.

Conveniently, a girl friend had asked a favour a few weeks earlier. She was doing her aerobics instructors exam and needed participants for the class, so I went along to support her. This left me with an ideal candidate to collect me from the hospital. She was extremely impressed with my bravery at going for it.

I had also confided in a friend / lover at my work. He shared my excitement. He was very good to me in the week after the operation. It was a very hot May and I'd developed an allergic reaction to the dressings, so was pretty uncomfortable. He came round and gave me a shoulder massage. He did ask to have a look, but didn't push it when I said no.

The worst thing was not really the pain but the discomfort. Sleeping on my back instead of my front was something I never got used to. Thankfully now I can sleep on my front again.

It was about 12 weeks before I could go running properly again. I found that I now needed 2 sports bras instead of 1.

And my customers... Of course they love by big boobs now. I'm actually in better shape these days and wear a 34E, but I still quote my size as a DD as I don't want to risk sounding 'outsize'. My boyfriend loved them. He couldn't wait to be able to play with them properly after they had healed. There is no change in sensation. I get much more pleasure from them than I used to. I'm glad I did it!

Boobs

2006-04-17T15:20:00.000Z

What can I say... Ain't boobs brilliant!

Ever since I started puberty I have wanted big boobs. Well, just boobs would have been good to start with. I was the last girl in my class to start wearing a bra. This was partly due to my Mum's unindulgent attitude of "You don't NEED one yet". What does needing one have to do with it when you're 13? She's never really needed one herself, and didn't really seem to get how desirable they were to me. I didn't go on about it though, infact I don't ever remembering asking for a bra, I didn't want to seem too girly, I liked to live up to my Mum's perception of me as practical and sensible.

Ever practical and sensible, I took up my best friend's offer of hand-me-downs when she grew out of them. There was a selection of colours and sizes, only the smallest (32AA - nobody NEEDS that!) of which fitted me. I was delighted, and spent a fair amount of time admiring my new womanly look in the mirror. I could now be promoted from vest-wearer to bra-wearer, and proudly wore my new bra to school, knowing that it showed through my white school blouse.

I couldn't wait for the time when I would fit into my favourite bra in the collection. It was a bright blue push-up Wonderbra. My step-mum used to ALWAYS wear a Wonderbra and I thought that her boobs looked great in them. I quickly became impatient and tried it on with the cups stuffed with tissues. One Saturday I even ventured into town on the bus wearing the stuffed wonderbra undernearth a vest and a jumper to disguise the lumpiness of it. The tight strap around my ribs gave me the constant feeling that my vest or something had ridden up and needed to be pulled down to make it more comfortable. I was quite glad to get it off when I got home.

I only had a small window of time when my boobs were sufficiently large and at the same time my bum was sufficiently small. It didn't last long, as nature took its course.

I had another best friend who I used to often stay over with. We always had a great time together. The best times were to be had at the local teenagers' disco where we were extremely interested in the boys. She was more developed than me in the boob department, infact she had seemed to go immediately from the girl stage to the droopy stage, but her boobs were still full and a matter of great envy and desire to me. I remember one time we were messing about in the middle of the night underneath the covers of a shared double bed, both wearing our nighties. I had such a strong desire to touch her boobs, they would have been so soft and full and sexy through the t-shirt fabric. The urge almost overcame me but I had the feeling she would go mad with me, call me a lesbian and chuck me. It wasn't worth it.

A few years ago I was on a skiing trip in Austria. I was having a great time with the skiing, boozing and partying. I was part of a very large group on an adventurous training trip through work. We were all young and fit. I had spent the best part of the first week shagging one of the instructors. I knew he was married but we had a saying "What happens away stays away". I'm not so easy with the expression these days, now being from a different perspective, but then I had no scruples and just LOVED SEX! We had some great sessions in the huge lodge that the privilaged instructors were staying in, it had one of those showers with jets at all different levels. Ah - good memories. After that first week he had to leave, but along came another of my friends' friends and I spent the second week shagging him. Apparently the two of them were good mates but who cared? I was having fun. I subsequently went on to be his girlfriend for about 2 years but that's another story.

At the end of the trip my mate and I were waiting around in the accomadation and one of the other guys was chatting with us. We were both wearing little vest tops and I had no bra on. I was feeling pretty good about the shape I was in at the time having just managed to lose a few unwanted pounds. He said "Have you ever thought about having a boob job?". Up to that point I honestly had never felt the need for one. I felt my boobs were a sufficient handful and had even been called "busty" once or twice. However, the seed had been sown.

A year or so later the idea had become stronger and I was making plans to return to part time escort work after a break of about 5 years for a 'proper job'. I knew that I would be able to afford it. My bottom had also grown larger as a result of a period of depression and unhealthy lifestyle. I figured that if I didn't lose weight then a boob job would bring me into proportion, and if I did lose weight then I would still be happy with big boobs. My decision was made. I was going to have a boob job...

Pre-Appointment Arousal

2006-04-16T14:24:00.000Z

I have a bit of a routine when I am expecting a visit from a customer. It involves things like this:

Ensure that I am clean and hair-free in vital areas
Ensure that the 'front of house' is clean, tidy and presentable
Ensure that the area smells nice (plug-ins or smelly candles are good for this, plus of course good old fresh air from an open window - But perfume or body spray for me!)
Ensure that the bedroom is the right temperature (too hot or too cold is not good for optimal performance from either party)
Remove wedding and engagement rings
Choose an outfit and underwear
Apply make-up
Get dressed and do my hair
Check myself out in the mirror

It all takes anywhere between 10 minutes and an hour depending on how much there is to do.
It's a routine that I have got quite used to, and it is usually followed by an appointment involving sex.

Now I like sex yes. I like to feel sexy and to share it. I am sure that customers pick up on how horny I am and it turns them on. It turns me on to think that I am turning them on. It's a self reciprocating thing, it works for me. The more I can get turned on during an appointment, the better for me and for him. So I tend to go with the sexy feelings and even encourage them within myself. (Sometimes in my fantasies I imagine myself as a man doing sexual things to me. I feel exactly what it is like to have a big hard cock and to put it in my mouth or fuck me with it.)

Anyway, it all begins when I am putting on my make-up. For some reason, I suppose like Pavlov's Dogs, it is at this point that I know what is coming, I get the sexy tingles. I'm getting them now in fact as I'm writing this and expecting a customer in 20 minutes. This is pre-appointment arousal.

Earlier today I had an appointment that didn't turn up. I was very ready for it. I sat waiting, looking at my stockinged legs in a mirror as I sat on the arm of the sofa in my lounge. After about 15 minutes had passed and I was pretty sure that he would not be turning up, I turned full on towards the mirrror and opened my legs. It looked pretty good actually, my lace topped hold-ups and black miniskirt looked a treat. Of course I had a little play. Ended up writhing on the floor having a great time. I see it as research in a way - I need to check out how I look to customers when I lay back and spread my legs... Todays research tells me that I look just fine!

The One Left

2006-04-15T20:56:00.000Z

I saw a customer today who was probably in his seventies. A very sweet man. He told me that he had lost his wife nine years ago. He obviously still has a sex drive though.

Afterwards we sat and talked for a quarter of an hour. He told me about his family and said that I bore a resemblance to one of his granddaughters. He mostly talked about his wife, who he obviousy loved dearly. They had been married for 48 years when she died. They had always worked together on a chicken farm. She hadn't been ill. One evening they said goodnight, in the morning he woke up and told her he would go to make a cup of tea, but she didn't answer...She had died in her sleep. He spoke about it with sadness, although he didn't get upset. He misses her.

It must be awful to be the one left, but it is also awful to think of the pain for my husband if I went first. It comes to us all, death.

I hope I have a happy marriage for many years and die happily with the one I love close by. It would be better to die together.

Tomorrow is Easter Sunday, probably a quiet day in the sex trade...

Safety

2006-04-14T17:55:00.000Z

Customers often ask me if I have any troublesome visiors or if am I worried about my safety, inviting strangers into my home...

No not really, unless I stop to think about it for too long. And even then not really. I always speak on the phone to customers before they arrive, and try to pick up on those that may be wierdos. Obviously that is not really a sound insurance policy. Once inside the house I could probably be overpowered by a big bloke. He would have to be very big and strong though because I would put up a hell of a fight (I am trained in unarmed combat and self-defence, from a previous life).

My answer to their questions usually points out that the 'danger factor' is one reason why my services have to be so expensive. It's only fair to be expensive - Not only am I providing a service, but I'm risking my life for it!

Even with 'normal' customers there is usually a continuous balance of power that I stay aware of. For example a few weeks ago I saw a customer, he was not of large frame but had a very athletic black body. There was not an ounce of fat on him and I could see every muscle. He was quite shy at first but once we got started he wanted to grope me and kiss my tits quite hard as he pushed me up against the windowsill. He seemed totally driven and almost overcome by an animal-like passion. It quite turned me on. He said he liked my body - that it was the body of a "real woman, with a proper arse and hips and big tits" (Great!). As he manhandled me I had the feeling that he could overpower me in an instant if he chose to. But it didn't worry me, I sensed that it was merely the throes of passion and he didn't mean me any harm.

I retain the power of allowing him to do certain things. As soon as I say "No I wont suck your cock without a condom" or "Ow that hurts can you please be more gentle", then I get uncomplaining compliance from him.

I'm not complacent though. I'm touching wood when I say that I've been lucky so far.

Smelly Men

2006-04-13T17:53:00.000Z

I haven't worked out why yet, but I definately get themes of the day... Sometimes it's a day when it seems that all the customers I see want to kiss my mouth (which I don't do anymore), or take me out for drinks - separate from work (which I have never done), or they "just want hand relief" (fine by me) and some days it seems they all have a desire to do anal with me (usually fine by me).

Today the theme was not great, it was SMELLY MEN - yuck! I'm not sure whether the offending rancid odour emanates from their feet or their arses but it smells similar on them all. It is revolting. One oblivious culprit even enthused to me the fact that he had just had a nice bath before coming to visit me (he'd even promised this on the phone when he booked), and yet he was the smelliest!

At times like that I just have to think of the money and get on with it, whilst remaining pleasant and sexy. After all, it washes off!

Some customers express worry to me about their performance, size, age or looks, but I genuinely reassure them that it really is fine. So long as people are polite and clean then that's ok. And hey - can't EVERYONE do polite and clean? It seems not. Although thankfully it's only cleanliness that has been a problem so far.

The smelly man I saw today was telling me about a girl he saw a while ago who gave him a bath and it was really nice. Wise girl - I thought, jolly good idea. So I have promised to give him the same treat next time I see him....Everyone's a winner!

Immediate Start

2006-04-12T14:22:00.000Z

I mentioned the book that inspired me to start this blog - "Belle De Jour - The Intimate Adventures of a London Call Girl"... But in actual fact, I haven't even finished the book yet. I tend to have a particular type of impatience whereby once I get an idea, I make a decision to do it, and then I want to do it RIGHT NOW, as soon as possible! Hence today I am making an Immediate Start.Many of my customers ( I tend to call them 'customers' rather than 'clients'. Not sure why, partly a term picked up from my first working girl partner and partly because 'clients' always seems a bit of a stuck-up term - like I think I'm too posh for straightforward 'customers'.) seem to share a similar kind of impatience. This morning for example I got a call from a customer who I last saw about a year and a half ago. He was in the area and wanted to come along in about 15 minutes time, he had "just phoned on the offchance".This is all very well at times when I'm sat in my comfortable living room at home drinking tea and reading a book complete with full make-up, clean and done hair, clean house, prepared bedroom and wearing fancy lingerie, high heels and a sexy little number... This occassionally is the case, but it is usually when I have just had the irritating experience of an appointment that didn't turn up, leaving me "all dressed up and nowhere to go".This morning that was not the case. I was having a bit of a lazy morning and had not yet even so much as cleaned my teeth. So I declined the offer and hope he calls back another day.It was a little bit naughty of me really not to make every effort to take as many appoinments as possible, given my current overdraft situation. You see I haven't always been a full time sex worker....