Things that don’t save well as a left over

1.Chinese Fried Rice

2. Condoms

3. Shoulder pads

4. Pads

5. Basmati Rice

6. Rice

7. Chips that aren’t from the chip shop or from a pseudo chip shop (ie Chicken Cottage et al)

8. Carbonated drinks

I finally left the Russian’s flat. After three days of sex and no showering, I was sure I reeked to high heaven. Embarrassed, I tried to wash up my nether regions before my appointment with the GP to get my STI test done and some blood work for unrelated things I needed to do. One thing I do love about getting tested is that instead of lollipops, they give you a stack of condoms. Just in time! Did a bit of shopping. New lingerie set, new stockings and finally a new skirt. It’s just right as well. Black with very subtle stripes and just above the knee. Goes up so you can just see the beginnings of the stockings and garter belt. Perfect. I got home to get ready for a client I was meant to have at 4pm, but I was locked out of my room… am now sitting in the kitchen waiting for two hours for my flatmate to get home and unlock the door for me. I was stubborn and took a shower anyway and threw on the new set and stockings and left my old shirt on. I need my deoderant and perfume though! Argh! Might just pop into the shops and buy a small thing of it and go to Richmond to see the Russian… or to Kings Cross to see E. Haven’t seen her in ages.

I had the most incredible sex with the Russian Saturday night. His kids came to sleep over and I stopped by to bake cookies with them. I ended up getting there a bit too late and the kids were about to go to bed so I stayed to help out. Vanessa was a bit stubborn with it because she didn’t want to miss a moment of being with her Papa. It became a bit too much and I left them both to talk and sort everything out together. WhenI went back in he almost managed to get her into the bed and we went to smoke a spliff. When we came back, Vanessa was sitting up again on the very edge of the bed and it turned out that Dom had peed in his sleep. The Russian hurried to clean up the mess and care for his boy. I did what I could to help, but the whole ordeal really made me want to slow things down a lot with him. I am only 22. I am not ready for this sort of stuff afterall. But it’s only once a week he sees them, and only twice a month they spend the night. We eventually got them to sleep and started to mess around a bit. We both really wanted it and were anticipating it for hour, but the kids. They weren’t two inches from our heads. At one point he just got to his knees and stared at me. He lowered his pants and said to be very quiet. I kicked off my bottoms as fast as possible and he fell on me, not waiting one moment to take me. Every so often oneof us would look back to make sure the kids had not stirred and we would go back to our silent ravishing. He came on the duvet cover… we still haven’t cleaned it up yet. The next morning I whispered in his ear ‘I can smell your come all over my pussy and sheets’

I am in far West London. Both of my mobiles are dying…and I am contemplating rolling a spliff.

I’ve spent almost every night with V…I even stayed Saturday night when his kids were around and baked cookies with them the next morning. We are very comfortable with one another, even though we barely know each other. He is not my type in any way, but I still enjoy his company quite a lot. I even started to think that perhaps… Mr. F is a gift to me and I am a gift to V… its ridiculous, I know, but I’ve been smoking a lot of weed with V.

We even decided that I will stay at his while he is at work and hang out til he gets back at 6:30….hours to go. Might roll a J and look up some porn.

I missed a lot of work because of this man.

Don’t Censor Me

I’ve been going back and forth from V and Mr Ferrari this whole week. I’ve barely been home. I’ve started comparing the two and how completely different they are.

V: Russian/Estonian who learned English when he moved to the UK 11 years ago. Married, then divorced. Two lovely children who he can only see Sundays. Works at a clothing shop I like. His flat reminds me of my great-grandmother’s place in Camden. Not making a lot of money at all and may be sacked from his job any day. Draws fairly well and fucks me the exact way I love to be fucked. Scarily so much like my fantasy way of being fucked. Romantic

Mr. Ferrari: Wealthy man from Manchester. Once (or more than once) married…maybe still married. Children around my sister’s ages. Just over twice my age. Has no real flat in London due to all his travelling around and not actually living in London. His friend’s place in Aldgate East is pleasant though. Won’t tell me what he does exactly. Has a very sexy Ferrari. Is great fun in bed and we fit well together. Very thick cock. Can be romantic in the traditional/non-traditional way that I prefer.

I know I obviously don’t know much about Mr. Ferrari, but we are getting there. He actually seems to be interested in the person I am. They are both admittedly temporary in my life, and I am fine with that, but that’s not the point. The point is that I am finding it quite hard to find a way to balance my time with them and manage to work and go to uni. I’ve admittedly skipping out on a few jobs for them, not many, and they sounded like clients I would hate to be around. Most of the clients have wanted incalls, and it’s quite hard to fit that in. Still… I shouldn’t be missing any work and then being worried about money. That’s my fault. I feel more guilty about spending more time with V because it’s 100% free and feels selfish for me to use up my time that way. With Mr. Ferrari, at least I get a bit of extra things along the way that help me a lot.

Oh, I should mention, this has become a problem because after I wrote my last entry, Mr F smsed me to say that he is staying one more day. He would be working very late (the only way he would be able to stay the extra day) and would like to see me after if I was keen. Later he said he did it so he could see me before he left as we didn’t get a chance the other night. I felt as if that was why he was here before, but having him say it did make me doubt it a bit, but who can tell with him? I left V and went to him… I couldn’t say no twice.

By the way… it was he who broke my vagina we decided. We could barely even have sex that night, it just hurt to get him all the way in and I did not have that problem before with anyone else.

Anyway, that night I told him about my entry in the blog about him and he joked about going online to read it now. I looked up at him and he said he would never do that because he wouldn’t want to make me start censoring myself. The whole point of this is so I can go through all of this and really mull over it and examine it all. The last thing he’d want would be to stop me from being able to do that, which I appreciated. I already felt like I should start censoring things the second I found out M had read the blog. I don’t know that I ever would, but it still concerns me from time to time.

Mr. Ferrari

He would message me occasionally around 10-11pm when I was already with a client, or else with M. I’ve always been decent enough to never leave M just so I could take a call. I’ve been tempted to many times, but I have never done so. Eventually, one night, I was free and decided that I really wanted the money and went. I was on my way from E’s place and was wearing a dress I bought for £5 at H&M and those denim leggings from Next and my knitted Uggs. This isn’t important, but that particular outfit has become a new staple for me.

I was a bit nervous about going to Aldgate East so late at night, but, and not to sound racist or anything, just trying to be honest, I felt a bit better about it knowing from his voice that he was a pretty well-off white gentleman. As usual, I put some make up on in the Tube. I arrived at the station, still nervous. I tripped up the stairs on the way to the station exit and hurt my finger. I looked around and saw only engineers preparing for work. It was late. Maybe 11:40, perhaps a bit earlier. He said he’d pick me up and would be there in less than five minutes. I am a bit anal about promptness and always try my hardest to be exactly on time, and sometimes find myself timing others. He was about 3 minutes late.

He wasn’t the most attractive man ever, but not bad-looking at all. Just a bit of a skin problem. For someone with surprisingly really nice skin, I don’t really know why most people don’t really take care of their skin better. I wasn’t going to really judge a paying customer anyway. I immediately sensed he was nonchalant about most things in a way that could only come from significant financial security. We had some drinks and cuddled and talked. We started making out on the couch and moved into the bedroom. It was good. Quite good. Fun…relaxed. Just the way I like it. More than the sex, I really loved to just listen to him talk about his friends and his life when he was younger. He told me we were in the flat of one of his childhood mates as he is originally from Manchester. His friend became a DJ and is a well-known DJ to this day. He wouldn’t tell me his real name, and said he didn’t even remember his DJ name. To prove he wasn’t lying, he showed me his mate’s iPod. I believed him. He made it obvious he had no reason to lie.

I stayed with him longer than he booked. I knew it, and I am sure he did. I pretended I didn’t realize how much time passed, but the truth was, I loved his company. Unusually so. He gave me tickets to see Depeche Mode. I’m not a fan, but I wanted the tickets anyway.

About a week later he started messaging me. I had been having a very shit day, as had he. M had left me and he lost his wallet. I really needed company and I really enjoyed his. Despite the fact that it was a bad idea, I went to him anyway. ‘Just to watch TV and finish this bottle of vodka’ we agreed. We ended up laying on the couch, sometimes on top of one another, just talking bollocks. He mentioned how easily we went into these positions so comfortably. We fit.

We stayed like that for ages, just laying on the couch in different positions. Positions that must have looked uncomfortable what with the two of us on such a small couch, but it was really nice. Despite light grinding and dry humping like teenagers, it never really went beyond that. We never really even kissed. He asked me what my favorite food was, or the food I ate the most, which is of course cheese sandwiches. He said that from now on, whenever I came across a cheese sandwich, I would think of him. I said I would do the same to him with his Ferrari. It won’t work. I have too many associations with the Ferrari already as it is. He replied You’ll have to think of something else.

Soon, we decided to just go to bed, and kept up with what we were doing, only, of course, we went further. We had sex about 4 times. He kept going on about how I ‘inspired’ him. We had all of 3 or 4 hours of sleep when he had to wake for work. I couldn’t stay of course, it not even being his flat, so he gave me some money for a cab ride. He told me he was all snuggly and warm over me and was smitten with me. Temporarily. I realize that this is just a natural chemical reaction and it probably will not last, but let’s enjoy it while it lasts.

We met again the next week. He told me that he couldn’t stop thinking about me whenever anyone said Ferrari around him – which is a lot for a man who drag races his Ferrari all around the cities, and whenever he was in it. I just have such a distinctive way of saying it and now his Ferrari and the mention of it just made him horny.  And in this week I felt a bit smitten with him. I suggested we had a threesome and he agreed. We wanted to meet this week but I ended up not going. Now he is on his way to Turkey and I won’t see him until the end of the month. I don’t know if either of us will still be smitten. I wish I had gone to see him.

I hope he will not be too long coming back, and that he will still be smitten. I doubt it, but there is always that slight chance… I never should have gone to him that night, I know. But I still don’t fully regret it.

It’s about time

I’ve been trying to update since Saturday afternoon but I had absolutely no chance.

If you think moving is hard to do. Try moving while also being an escort. I already have a booking for that night at 7.. a two hour one at that, so I definitely cannot cancel. So I have from 2:30pm to 5pm to go from Vauxhall to where I am now and get ready for work. As I am trying to do this, I am getting about 3-4 men calling me trying to book me before my 7pm and for straight after. As per usual, they want to go through all the questions… what I like, what I don’t like. What I do and don’t do and what I would like to do with them. What I look like, how I will dress, etc. Then the talk about prices..you get the picture. Each phone call lasts about 15-30 minutes. Obviously, I can’t do all that in front of other people so I have to stop unpacking and slip off to the loo. Time ticks on by and I try and cut them short and tell them I will call them when I know I am free to speak. But of course, they do not listen and call me back in an hour or so (sometimes less)

I managed to get all my stuff from Vauxhall in two trips and unpack them more or less. My dresser by the bed is my official working cupboard. Toys, etc on top, and the bottom two are for my lingerie. I’d like to have some of them hung up, but it’s just not possible here. Can’t have anyone finding too many of them around. My cane is nice and tucked away behind the dresser in its discrete packaging. Wonderful. I only managed to get in a sandwich and some crisps, but didn’t even get the chance to eat them until one of the trips as I also had to catch up on some other work and doing my make up on the tube. Sufficiently fed and watered (barely) I make it to the hotel 7 minutes late, but the client admitted that he was later than he’d like to admit as it were.

He had long hair – slightly greyed – in a pony tail and very casually dressed. He told me he worked for a pretty big company in the IT world and I was more impressed with that than any other positions my clients have held before. Probably because I love techy smart guys and that is one company you hear so much about as an employer. We opened a bottle of red wine and only had a sip. It tasted of nothing by vinegar. Move on. The good stuff.

The thing that men like most about me is that my skin is incredibly sensitive. I mean, I am ticklish almost everywhere. Not to the point where I laugh hysterically when anyone comes near me, but enough so that I may go out of my way to get whatever part of my body that is being stimulated away from you. This also means that I can only handle someone playing with my nipples with their tongue for a short period of time before it become too much and I cannot handle it anymore. Many men find this very interesting and use that fact against me all the time. What they don’t realize is that eventually it just becomes painful for me. The only time it always feels good in a way that I can handle is when you use your hands only. I’ve once even come just by playing with my nipples with my fingers (albeit I was quite horny at the time anyway!) So he kept doing little things to test out my sensitivity and did this really interesting sucking/blowing/lip thing… don’t know if it really did much, but I wouldn’t mind if it happened again

This client, P, was very special in one other way.. he had a really nice Prince Albert. I’ve never actually ever been with someone with a piercing ‘down there’ so I was more than excited to try it out! I loved rolling my tongue ring over and around it. I have a Monroe as well as my tongue piercing and I usually clink them together when I am bored and this was the same concept. Oral was also quite a trip. I thought it would make me want to gag a bit, but I think it actually helped a bit to get it further down somehow. Or perhaps it was all mental. The sex was also different. Now, I don’t want to say it was better because I don’t know that just yet (must try it a few more times) but the feeling was definitely different! It with the condom made it feel a bit too toy like for me to fully enjoy. (This girl loves her bareback but would never ever dare to do that with a client!) So must find a man I trust to get one and then fuck me… then I can tell you how much I liked it compared to the unpierced ones.

Straight after this, I was mean to go see E and our Italian friend M, but they weren’t sure about the plans and I was under the assumption that S would be there as well, and I didn’t want another awkward night, so I opted to try and get another job.

I am also an impatient person when it comes to this sort of work. After about maybe only half an hour, I decided to respond to a message this guy V sent me asking if I was free that night.

Let me backtrack a bit…..V is a guy I met on the bus on my way to the Australian Bar 1 last week for pre-Australian day. I was half-passing out on the bus and he sat next to me and asked if I was sleeping. My head shot up and I looked at him.

‘No..I’m just waiting.’ I responded as perkily as possible. He asked me where and I told him where I was headed and asked him if he wanted to come because this was my stop. He looked at me hard and jumped out and followed me, clamoring on about how he couldn’t believe he was doing this because it was just so random. The bouncers smiled at me for once. Perhaps because it was the second night I’ve been there with someone and not by myself. Perhaps because it was because I actually arrived with a guy instead of just leaving drunkenly with one. I ended up leaving with him as well. He was adorable and was very generous and enthusiastic about everything about me. A bit too enthusiastic and energetic for my taste, but he was very sweet. Bored one night, I decided I wouldn’t be like a guy and actually message him.

So, it’s Saturday night and he messaged me again and since I had been waiting fruitlessly for another job to be confirmed, I decided to screw it and just go see him. We hung out and smoked a lot and drunk a bit… More bad wine. This time it just smelled a it like soured milk. Nix that. Some TV watching online and he keeps kissing and touching me.. I wasn’t all that attracted to him and mostly wanted to hang out and smoke and just have company.. plus I was exhausted from all the crap going on that day. We go to bed early but he still wouldn’t stop to the point where I was a bit concerned that he wouldn’t be able to control himself so he slept on the floor because he said he can’t be so near me and have me in his bed without wanting me. ‘The thing that makes me so hesitant with him is that he is so open. He tells me how attracted he is to me upfront ….all the reasons why, etc. That he is horny and he wants me. He wants to eat me, he wants to have me as more than a friend, etc.  Just don’t deal with that well. At all.

Anyway, we managed to sleep well and the next morning he went off to fetch his kids and asked me to stay. He left and I had a bit of a smoke and felt really really uncomfortable meeting his kids after only seeing him twice. I don’t do kids well and meeting his was not something I was up for then. I felt too bad just leaving without saying goodbye…so I stayed. I ended up really liking his kids a lot. They were sweet and very bright and so well-behaved for kids their age. I really admired how well he dealt with them running about and making a lot of noise. It turned me on in a strange way and changed my mind about him a bit. I also understood that his openness was not creepiness as I first assumed but his Eastern European openness especially after dealing with a divorce with two kids and changing jobs, etc. So I let him get a few extra feels while with the kids and exchanged a few suggestive glances over their heads.

When we dropped off the kids and went back to his, he behaved himself quite nicely and asked if he could draw me if he could not touch me just yet. So I put on some television and watched as he drew me. I wasn’t able to stay long because B had called and asked if he could crash at mine for the night and I said bad saying no even though he scewed me over when I needed a place. So he didn’t finish the drawing, but you could definitely tell which parts of me he liked the most. My eyes and lips were done perfectly and he was quite flattering with my breasts haha.

So I went to pick up B, and I was feeling quite resentful towards him at that point because he never did anything for me when I was homeless and here I am ruining a wonderful time with V for him. Notonly that, but the next day, he made me quite late for my biometrics appt. I just wanted to not talk to B for a long time after that shit.

Biometrics was bollocks. Sitting for over three hours, finger and head scanning takes all of one minute including answering questions and signing a paper. Still didn’t get results. Complete waste of my time. Fucking bollocks.

Balance? Me? Nahhhhh

Took most of the week off from escorting and I am going absoultely mad from it! Only a week and I miss it more than anything. I’ve also gotten all lazy and stopped wearing my stockings (although I am wearing them now) And shaving….well…lets just say its a good thing its winter! You’d think with all this time off working I’d have time to wash my hair though, right? Wrong!

Tuesday I ended up in Birmingham with B for no good reason. He called me saying he was in a coma from an OD and was getting evicted from his house because his flatmates don’t want to tip toe around him. He asked if I wanted to do some daytime drinking and we hung out around Oxford Circus for a bit before he had to go. He was making the trip up because he was going to do a bit of DJing there in the meantime while he figured out a place to stay. Might end up in Kent or in his old penthouse in Greenwich. I’d feel more sympathy for him if he didn’t keep saying ‘I kind of feel like YOU now!’ Hey! At least I have a place to stay and am making money. Sure, I went through that a while ago, but I am much more sorted now, thank you. And saying that isn’t going to make me want to help you out any either!

I know its because he says I am ‘the nicest person on the face of the earth’ that he is hanging out with me more…knowing I’d open up my home to him in a second…and then leaving me once his life gets better again. But then again, maybe not. It’s a big maybe.

Barnaby also called me on my way back to London from Birmingham.. what a blast from the past… have not heard back from him since… the Sunday after Halloween. His phone cut off and he never called me back despite my texting him for what.. three months now? Almost four? But damn. He is such a big piece of man. My hand is like a third of his…. and I love that… and he is a builder.. you know my fondess for builders runs deep. And he is Australian. I am drooling

Closed for Repairs (Day 5)

I am officially taking the next two days off from working. I have encountered a few vaginal problems (I believe is due to the fisting I had five days ago!) and am taking some antibiotics…. don’t worry! It’s not an STI.

Speaking of which, I set up my next appointment for my screening and will be going next week.

Which reminds me, clients prospective, old, other: please do get yourselves checked regularly as well. Especially if you are in a relationship. While escorts are here to make sure you are playing safely, you can never be too careful!

Yum

Just realised… the only thing I’ve eaten today was….cheese. like 6 of those mini sticks of cheddar, what was left over of my halloumi and a cheese twist from Tescos.

And who said I had a bad diet?

It’s All Happening

So, had another mini spanking session the other day with a bloke I had chatted with for  while from one of my independent adverts. He was probably the most curious man I have ever met. He wanted to re- enact everything that had been done to me spanking wise. Of course not all of it had happened to me, but you know, whatever pays the bills! We went through the hand, the hairbrush, the cane and the belt. The belt was the worst because that did happen to me, and did not like being reminded of that! This man had a serious anal obsession overall because he also requested a bit of anal. Was fortunate enough to be able to get it in…lucky me! Am getting good at it!

Afterwards dropped about £100 at Ann Summers buying two knickers sets and a new toyyyyyyy! I was just purchasing a bit of anal lube and some anal spray to help me with that area and the sales woman went ‘I take it you are going to be doing some anal tonight? Did you check out our new anal toys?…….Would you like to?’ How can I say no? I’ve meant to get more toys anyway. She convinced me to get the Icicle…a nice little anal vibrator that was perfect for loosening up a girl in that area. I was so excited about trying it out, I almost wanted to take it out of the case in the tube…imagine.

Got a message from E asking if I wanted to go see Avenue Q, which was a great idea, even if it meant not taking any jobs that night. I remember when I was still dating A and it came out and he said he wanted to see it I shot him down right away. Saying it was stupid and we were too mature for such gutter humour. Haha… I was such a freaking bitch to him all the time. I really hated him, I think. The reason I am not in relationships still! Despite the distraction of people holding the puppets on the stage, it was actually pretty good. I quite enjoyed the sex scene with the puppets… furry 69’s apparently get me going. Went out for duck after at the Four Seasons. Overall a good night, despite the awkwardness of having S around the whole time. We barely made eye contact let alone any sort of verbal communication. Whatever.

After I went to see R again… I knew it was something I shouldn’t do, but without M… I really have just been needing to have time like that with someone again. Definitely need a new lover methinks. The last time I saw R, I knew it was a bad idea then too, but we ended up having such a great time together. We just fit very well together. Finding the most comfortable positions… conditioning one another to think of the other when they hear certain words… ‘cheese sandwich and ferrari’ high school heavy petting, and some pretty good sexy. I haven’t had a cock inside me feel that good while I am riding it since J.

We brought out my new vibrating anal toy and had a go… the spray and lube really helped out a lot. I quite enjoyed the vibrations as it tickled me into relaxation then made penetration and enlarging much easier. Soon, he used his torso to hold it up while he entered me from behind. (My first DP?) And……wow! Having something in both ends is completely and utterly amazing. Especially with the vibrations (which were also good for him as well it seems!) I wish I could tell you exactly how it felt, but I’ve never had anything even close to it before… if he had went just a bit faster, I probably would have come in an instant. The anal vibrator stuck to his torso very well so each thrust was perfectly synchronized and I really love that thing now.. I almost want to stick it in while I type this… if only I weren’t afraid of someone walking in on me in this forsaken place! He said I managed to get the whole toy in, As in the whole thing except for part of the base was in there. Piece of piss. I thought. But when he tried putting his cock up there, it was another story indeed! You don’t realize just how thick someone’s cock is until it’s up your bum! He was never one for anal play, but he said he thinks he may just change his mind now after that. Oh yeah…

It’s generally becoming a competition between us to see who will cave first into being fully smitten and who can last the longest and who will get bored of the other first. To be honest, I really freaking hope it’s me! Do not need that feeling again. The thing is, I just get too complacent with it.. I don’t get bored, I just kind of write you in as a form of regular thing I do…like waxing.

Some men just surprise you

When you are with a client you can sort of tell who would be most likely to call you back and who would not. The best thing in this situation is that men usually won’t say they will see you again unless they mean it. They know there is no obligation to do such and say so if they truly enjoyed your time together. (Although you do get the occassional ones who do say they want to see you again in that ‘we just met in a bar and fucked’ sort of way. You can tell those by the glazed over far off look they have when they say it) A lot of times you can tell there isn’t much of a click there and are glad to be out of there an are sure that he will never want to see you again. Other times there just isn’t anything there. It’s a bit awkward and silent. With a few questions interjected while you are fucing. I had one like that a couple of weeks ago… an independent catch I made and was sure I’d never see him again and didn’t care either way. Out of no where, I get an sms this evening asking for a massage with a happy ending. I didn’t recognize the number right away, but soon remembered who he was after a bit of a memory jog. Definitely did not think he liked me much. But he was also the only client I’ve had who fucked me up the ass for so long. Ehh…whatever. It’s money. He liked me well enough it seems… as he should…from what I remember, he came all over my face and clothes….I dont mind the face so much, but damn, guys, I need to wear these clothes all day!