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Thursday 15 December 2011
Tuesday 13 December 2011
December 2011
It's been a busy month so far and one with quite a few highlights I'm glad to say.
Manchester
I drove over to Manchester on the 6th and checked in to a lovely spacious room. It wasn't a hotel at the top end of the scale, but it was clean, tidy and had everything I needed for a pleasant stay and a good free carpark.
After a fairly slow start due to my room not being ready, I finally got in, unpacked what I needed, turned the telly on and took a shower. Feeling refreshed I lay on the bed for a while and turned on my laptop. Not long after I get a call from my 6pm date to say all is going as planned. The time seemed to pass so quickly, which I suppose it does when you are feeling content. What seemed just a few moments later I here a knock at the door and my friend for the evening arrives. He is dressed impressively with a long black coat that looked both warm and quality and was wearing a suit underneath.
We chatted for a little while, embraced and got ready to go back outside into the winter chill and discover the Christmas Market. The weather had been raining throughout the day intermitantly and had at points even hailed, so we were very lucky at worst to have had a light drizzle throughout the evening. The market had a great atmosphere and it was lovely to see all the little stalls and crafts that were being sold. I particularly liked some black and white photographs that were being sold by the photographer herself. They were all taken of Manchester from different view points, some of which were panaramic and some close up of shapes within buildings.
Before leaving we moved over to China town and shared a lovely Chinese meal together. I have to say I was not being easy to please, as I am still trying to lose weight and didn't want to gain any if I could help it. Chinese food is not known for it's low calories. Despite my dismissal of what probably seemed like most of the menu we finally plumped for 2 courses to share, had some steamed vegetables and my friend had some fried rice. It was of course absolutely scrumptious!
Once we had enjoyed savouring the tastes of China we strolled back to the hotel and a whole new dimension to the evening began. Needless to say (I think I can talk for him too) we both had a fantastic evening together and it was a wonderful experience to share.
He did ask me if I will go back to Manchester and I think I would be a fool not to. Don't you?
Halifax
I spent 3 days in Halifax. I had if I am honest (which I am) a very quiet time in Halifax, which was disappointing, as like everyone else I do have Christmas presents to buy and I can't start doing that until I have earned enough to pay the bills, so for this reason I was rather disappointed. However, I was very pleasantly surprised by the gentleman who I did see. I would say (without having asked) that they were all between their late 20s and early 30s. Now I'm not saying I don't see young guys at home sometimes, but most of the time I would say they are between mid 40s to mid 50s, so this was a rather nice change of scene if you like and what nade it even better, is how much they seemed to appreciate my oral skills. In fact they made me feel like I was some kind of 'wonder woman' and I loved it!!! I so love to be desired and that is exactly what they were doing and they were young and fit and they were desiring ME!!!!
As you can see I now have the quandry of do I go back (as once again I was asked to) and possibly not do so well financially, but perhaps have an absolutely hum dinger of a time again? There was also the point that a very good friend of mine lives there *Emily of Halifax*. She is a tiny little Pippa doll in size. I must be twice her size, but she has the biggest heart I have ever known and I love being around her. We managed to find time to take lunch together and have a girls night out, which was lovely.
Leeds
I was meant to go to Leeds, but for some reason the client that had pre-booked me did not get in touch and I was feeling tired and didn't want to waste any more money, so I decided to go home instead. However I did not lose the hotel booking and will be using it for a Christmas party on Thursday instead. I've got a 2 hour booking secured before the party, so all's well that ends well.
Worcester
You know they say home is where the heart is. I can't help but wonder if I would have been better off staying at home all along. I had an evening booking upon my return with a lovely guy that I really enjoyed the company of. We clicked quickly and we both had a lot of fun with each other. In between 'the fun' we chatted and he told me that I had managed to do what some of his long term girlfriends had not managed. I had made him cum twice during oral and apparently he has in the past had women cry because they could not get him to cum. Yet there I was, having known him less than an hour, already worked out what made him tic and done it with ease. Not that I'm showing off, but he did come again during penetration too lol. I fell asleep with a very big smile on my face that night.
Dom
Yesterday I met a chap who had tried to see me on a few occasions, but I had never been able to see him. He admitted that he tended towards the dominant side and I don't think I directly told him that I had a hankering towards being submissive. The problem is, I do find it hard to switch off and for me dominance is about intelligence, it's about me wanting that person so much, that I will do anything for them and they need to work on breaking down my barriers and getting me to the point where I would do something that normally I would never do free of my own will. Where I do understand bondage, I'm not sure that I understand it. I mean surely if someone does something of their own free will and not because they are forced to, then you have really cracked it. Perhaps bondage belongs to the wannabe Dom? They don't trust their submissive would do their will without it.
I admit that the more he talked, the more I was getting sucked in and because he was not very tactile I found myself wanting to kiss him and wanting to be penetrated by him, but it was not my place to initiate it, which as I'm sure you will understand is the reverse to my normal situation. I am a natural pleaser and any indication that I was doing this was enough to spur me on and make me try harder.
I'm not sure if he would choose to see me again. I would never presume such a thing, but... I hope he does. I really do.
Manchester
I drove over to Manchester on the 6th and checked in to a lovely spacious room. It wasn't a hotel at the top end of the scale, but it was clean, tidy and had everything I needed for a pleasant stay and a good free carpark.
After a fairly slow start due to my room not being ready, I finally got in, unpacked what I needed, turned the telly on and took a shower. Feeling refreshed I lay on the bed for a while and turned on my laptop. Not long after I get a call from my 6pm date to say all is going as planned. The time seemed to pass so quickly, which I suppose it does when you are feeling content. What seemed just a few moments later I here a knock at the door and my friend for the evening arrives. He is dressed impressively with a long black coat that looked both warm and quality and was wearing a suit underneath.
We chatted for a little while, embraced and got ready to go back outside into the winter chill and discover the Christmas Market. The weather had been raining throughout the day intermitantly and had at points even hailed, so we were very lucky at worst to have had a light drizzle throughout the evening. The market had a great atmosphere and it was lovely to see all the little stalls and crafts that were being sold. I particularly liked some black and white photographs that were being sold by the photographer herself. They were all taken of Manchester from different view points, some of which were panaramic and some close up of shapes within buildings.
Before leaving we moved over to China town and shared a lovely Chinese meal together. I have to say I was not being easy to please, as I am still trying to lose weight and didn't want to gain any if I could help it. Chinese food is not known for it's low calories. Despite my dismissal of what probably seemed like most of the menu we finally plumped for 2 courses to share, had some steamed vegetables and my friend had some fried rice. It was of course absolutely scrumptious!
Once we had enjoyed savouring the tastes of China we strolled back to the hotel and a whole new dimension to the evening began. Needless to say (I think I can talk for him too) we both had a fantastic evening together and it was a wonderful experience to share.
He did ask me if I will go back to Manchester and I think I would be a fool not to. Don't you?
Halifax
I spent 3 days in Halifax. I had if I am honest (which I am) a very quiet time in Halifax, which was disappointing, as like everyone else I do have Christmas presents to buy and I can't start doing that until I have earned enough to pay the bills, so for this reason I was rather disappointed. However, I was very pleasantly surprised by the gentleman who I did see. I would say (without having asked) that they were all between their late 20s and early 30s. Now I'm not saying I don't see young guys at home sometimes, but most of the time I would say they are between mid 40s to mid 50s, so this was a rather nice change of scene if you like and what nade it even better, is how much they seemed to appreciate my oral skills. In fact they made me feel like I was some kind of 'wonder woman' and I loved it!!! I so love to be desired and that is exactly what they were doing and they were young and fit and they were desiring ME!!!!
As you can see I now have the quandry of do I go back (as once again I was asked to) and possibly not do so well financially, but perhaps have an absolutely hum dinger of a time again? There was also the point that a very good friend of mine lives there *Emily of Halifax*. She is a tiny little Pippa doll in size. I must be twice her size, but she has the biggest heart I have ever known and I love being around her. We managed to find time to take lunch together and have a girls night out, which was lovely.
Leeds
I was meant to go to Leeds, but for some reason the client that had pre-booked me did not get in touch and I was feeling tired and didn't want to waste any more money, so I decided to go home instead. However I did not lose the hotel booking and will be using it for a Christmas party on Thursday instead. I've got a 2 hour booking secured before the party, so all's well that ends well.
Worcester
You know they say home is where the heart is. I can't help but wonder if I would have been better off staying at home all along. I had an evening booking upon my return with a lovely guy that I really enjoyed the company of. We clicked quickly and we both had a lot of fun with each other. In between 'the fun' we chatted and he told me that I had managed to do what some of his long term girlfriends had not managed. I had made him cum twice during oral and apparently he has in the past had women cry because they could not get him to cum. Yet there I was, having known him less than an hour, already worked out what made him tic and done it with ease. Not that I'm showing off, but he did come again during penetration too lol. I fell asleep with a very big smile on my face that night.
Dom
Yesterday I met a chap who had tried to see me on a few occasions, but I had never been able to see him. He admitted that he tended towards the dominant side and I don't think I directly told him that I had a hankering towards being submissive. The problem is, I do find it hard to switch off and for me dominance is about intelligence, it's about me wanting that person so much, that I will do anything for them and they need to work on breaking down my barriers and getting me to the point where I would do something that normally I would never do free of my own will. Where I do understand bondage, I'm not sure that I understand it. I mean surely if someone does something of their own free will and not because they are forced to, then you have really cracked it. Perhaps bondage belongs to the wannabe Dom? They don't trust their submissive would do their will without it.
I admit that the more he talked, the more I was getting sucked in and because he was not very tactile I found myself wanting to kiss him and wanting to be penetrated by him, but it was not my place to initiate it, which as I'm sure you will understand is the reverse to my normal situation. I am a natural pleaser and any indication that I was doing this was enough to spur me on and make me try harder.
I'm not sure if he would choose to see me again. I would never presume such a thing, but... I hope he does. I really do.
Saturday 12 November 2011
Dukan Diet
Since life has been a little turbulant of late I have felt the slow creep of weight increasing on my curves. I'm not obsessed by size, but I know which sizes look well on me and I personally prefer to be a size 14 to 14/16 and I have to admit that I'm far more 16 than I am 14 at the moment, so I am now in the right frame of mind to do something about it. For this reason I recently sent off for literature on the Dukan diet.
The diet is quite strict and it is well explained, so you understand why it asks you to do what it wants and the first 5 days is quite intense and promises a good start to weight loss if you stick to it completely. Believe me I am trying!
Day 1 was yesterday (Friday) As it starts with a protein only 5 day shock tactic, I am literally only allowed meat and eggs (well mostly). I started off the day with eating some king prawns, which were yummny and then I grilled some rump steak and topped it with a poached egg for lunch. The meat was a bit chewy and I got bored of chewing lol. Then at the end of the day (quite late) I got hungry again and decided to cut some steak into strips and cook them on the breville grill with a coating of soy sauce. I was worried it would be a bit too dry so I looked through the cupboards to see what I could use to moisten it a little and decided that some low fat coconut milk and a teaspoon of thai curry paste would go down nicely. It actually tasted gorgeous, but I think I may have gone off the diet already. Oops!
Day 2 started with oat bran pancakes, as the recipe in the book. I managed to make 3 like little american pancakes and actually apart from being a little eggy they tasted really nice and sweet. I shall definitely make them again, as I didn't feel hungry again until 1pm. For lunch I cut some strips of steak again and straight under the breville grill . It was tasty enough and succulent enough with out any sauce, so this time I abstained from trying to make something that was likely laced with carbs. This brings us to dinner time. I decided to make some meatballs from some lean mince meat and added some tomato passanda and a shwartz packet of spices for meatballs. Now it does say you can use spices in abundance in the book, so I didn't bother to look at the ingredients when I made them and I have to say, they tasted amazing!!! I was happily tucking into them, when I decided to have a look at what was in the spices and was dismayed to find there is 17.5g of carbs in the mix of which is likely due to there being breadcrumbs.
Oh well, too late now, as I ate the lot! They were lovely. I will see if it's spoilt losing any weight tomorrow when I have a check. Thankfully I ate it before 8pm though, so time for it to go down a bit yet.
Make note to self... Must try harder!!!
Good news! I just weighed myself on the morning of the 3rd day and I have lost a massive 5lbs! How brilliant is that? I've still got 3 days left to go, so who knows what the total loss will be before I start phase 2 of the diet. Please do not worry. It is a great diet that really does take into account all the nutrients that are needed and a diet that can be maintained long term. There are 4 phases in total, with the first one being very intense. On the sixth day I'll be back on vegetables in abundance, but still no carbs. This phase continues until I have hit my goal weight (whatever that is). The third phase continues with five days for every pound I have lost, so quite a long time at this rate with the last phase pretty much eating normally with one full protein day each week and it suggests no lifts or escalotors. I suppose that means don't take the easy route and walk lol.
Update*
I've just got back from London after a gruelling few days working with one of my other much loved, but very full on jobs. Apart from perhaps late last night/early this morning. I did my very best to keep to the diet religiously. This was somewhat hampered by the fact that the apartment that I had booked, turned out not to be an apartment at all, but move of a box room with a couple of hots and a sink. There wasn't even any washing up liquid let alone practical cooking implements. Resigned to not being able to cook the whole chicken I had taken along with me I resorted to buying cooked meats and nibbling on those while on my own and while with company was as controlled as I could be with a nando's chicken and dry salad (yes how impressive is that!) Well, it was until this morning lol. Having justs settled back at the hotel and being ravenous I succumbed to a lebanese chicken kebab with salad and it came with either chips or rice and I'm afraid I chose the chips. I only ate around 5 of them though and let my friend eat the rest. It also had some unlevened bread with it, that was absolutely amazing!!! Oh and a bit of garlic mayo lol.
I weighed myself when I got back to the apartment around 10.30am and it showed further weight loss and I have now reached the 10lb mark. I am hoping that another 1lb will be off tomorrow, as I will be eating at a more respectable hour and I am getting rather close to shedding my first stone!
I have to admit that I am finding it harder and harder to keep to the protein only days and even if I manage most of the day without any kind of veg, I seem to feel the need to have some for the main meal of the day. I think I'm going to continue working within my comfort zone though and try and keep to one full protein day a week.
Friday 25th November - Another 2lbs off today!!!! that makes 12lbs in total and just 2lbs off losing my first stone. woop, woop! I was starting to wonder if it would ever happen, with no apparent weight lost in 3 days, but it was just a matter of time.
I'm going out for a meal with friends tomorrow. Wish me luck!
26th Dec - Another pound down - now at 12lbs!
This evening I was looking for something to wear, as I was going out with friends and as I thumbed through my wardrobe I spotted a red satin dress that I had bought a few years back that had become too tight to pull the zip up. On impulse I decided to try it on and see how far away I was from actually zipping it to the top and to my sheer amazingment it zipped up effortlessly. From there I decided to try on a dress that I had more recently bought in the sales, that pretty much fitted, but I couldn't do up the last couple of inches of the zip at the back, again it zipped up beautifully and finally I decided to have a go at a dress I bought last year that is lovely but no way could I get the zip up and again it fitted.
This put me in the best frame of mind for going out for a meal, as I was so chuffed at the results, there was no way I was going to be silly and eat the most gorgeous looking steam pudding I've ever seen or partake in the lavish amounts of alcohol on the table. As it was I saved myself a fortune, as the drinks bill alone came to over £140, as they were drinking wine at £18 a bottle.
I was a little naughty with my starter, so I probably have gone back a day, but I'm happy that my main course was not off the diet, so I tried my best to be good. Fingers crossed. I'll take some pics either today or tomorrow and you can see what you think, but please bear in mind that I'm not done yet, this is around the half way mark.
I'll let you know when I hit the first stone and what my next goal is soon and hopefully very soon!
30th November - DONE IT! I am now one stone lighter than when I first started this thread.
I'm starting on my next stone as from tomorrow. Let's see how long that one takes. What do you reckon? I guess I should give it 2 months, as I have promised myself time off for good behaviour from Christmas Eve to New Year's day. I will likely start in ernest with 3 protein only days when I go to Euston, as it will be easier to do away from all the goodies in a likely bulging freezer and fridge.
Kx
The diet is quite strict and it is well explained, so you understand why it asks you to do what it wants and the first 5 days is quite intense and promises a good start to weight loss if you stick to it completely. Believe me I am trying!
Day 1 was yesterday (Friday) As it starts with a protein only 5 day shock tactic, I am literally only allowed meat and eggs (well mostly). I started off the day with eating some king prawns, which were yummny and then I grilled some rump steak and topped it with a poached egg for lunch. The meat was a bit chewy and I got bored of chewing lol. Then at the end of the day (quite late) I got hungry again and decided to cut some steak into strips and cook them on the breville grill with a coating of soy sauce. I was worried it would be a bit too dry so I looked through the cupboards to see what I could use to moisten it a little and decided that some low fat coconut milk and a teaspoon of thai curry paste would go down nicely. It actually tasted gorgeous, but I think I may have gone off the diet already. Oops!
Day 2 started with oat bran pancakes, as the recipe in the book. I managed to make 3 like little american pancakes and actually apart from being a little eggy they tasted really nice and sweet. I shall definitely make them again, as I didn't feel hungry again until 1pm. For lunch I cut some strips of steak again and straight under the breville grill . It was tasty enough and succulent enough with out any sauce, so this time I abstained from trying to make something that was likely laced with carbs. This brings us to dinner time. I decided to make some meatballs from some lean mince meat and added some tomato passanda and a shwartz packet of spices for meatballs. Now it does say you can use spices in abundance in the book, so I didn't bother to look at the ingredients when I made them and I have to say, they tasted amazing!!! I was happily tucking into them, when I decided to have a look at what was in the spices and was dismayed to find there is 17.5g of carbs in the mix of which is likely due to there being breadcrumbs.
Oh well, too late now, as I ate the lot! They were lovely. I will see if it's spoilt losing any weight tomorrow when I have a check. Thankfully I ate it before 8pm though, so time for it to go down a bit yet.
Make note to self... Must try harder!!!
Good news! I just weighed myself on the morning of the 3rd day and I have lost a massive 5lbs! How brilliant is that? I've still got 3 days left to go, so who knows what the total loss will be before I start phase 2 of the diet. Please do not worry. It is a great diet that really does take into account all the nutrients that are needed and a diet that can be maintained long term. There are 4 phases in total, with the first one being very intense. On the sixth day I'll be back on vegetables in abundance, but still no carbs. This phase continues until I have hit my goal weight (whatever that is). The third phase continues with five days for every pound I have lost, so quite a long time at this rate with the last phase pretty much eating normally with one full protein day each week and it suggests no lifts or escalotors. I suppose that means don't take the easy route and walk lol.
Update*
I've just got back from London after a gruelling few days working with one of my other much loved, but very full on jobs. Apart from perhaps late last night/early this morning. I did my very best to keep to the diet religiously. This was somewhat hampered by the fact that the apartment that I had booked, turned out not to be an apartment at all, but move of a box room with a couple of hots and a sink. There wasn't even any washing up liquid let alone practical cooking implements. Resigned to not being able to cook the whole chicken I had taken along with me I resorted to buying cooked meats and nibbling on those while on my own and while with company was as controlled as I could be with a nando's chicken and dry salad (yes how impressive is that!) Well, it was until this morning lol. Having justs settled back at the hotel and being ravenous I succumbed to a lebanese chicken kebab with salad and it came with either chips or rice and I'm afraid I chose the chips. I only ate around 5 of them though and let my friend eat the rest. It also had some unlevened bread with it, that was absolutely amazing!!! Oh and a bit of garlic mayo lol.
I weighed myself when I got back to the apartment around 10.30am and it showed further weight loss and I have now reached the 10lb mark. I am hoping that another 1lb will be off tomorrow, as I will be eating at a more respectable hour and I am getting rather close to shedding my first stone!
I have to admit that I am finding it harder and harder to keep to the protein only days and even if I manage most of the day without any kind of veg, I seem to feel the need to have some for the main meal of the day. I think I'm going to continue working within my comfort zone though and try and keep to one full protein day a week.
Friday 25th November - Another 2lbs off today!!!! that makes 12lbs in total and just 2lbs off losing my first stone. woop, woop! I was starting to wonder if it would ever happen, with no apparent weight lost in 3 days, but it was just a matter of time.
I'm going out for a meal with friends tomorrow. Wish me luck!
26th Dec - Another pound down - now at 12lbs!
This evening I was looking for something to wear, as I was going out with friends and as I thumbed through my wardrobe I spotted a red satin dress that I had bought a few years back that had become too tight to pull the zip up. On impulse I decided to try it on and see how far away I was from actually zipping it to the top and to my sheer amazingment it zipped up effortlessly. From there I decided to try on a dress that I had more recently bought in the sales, that pretty much fitted, but I couldn't do up the last couple of inches of the zip at the back, again it zipped up beautifully and finally I decided to have a go at a dress I bought last year that is lovely but no way could I get the zip up and again it fitted.
This put me in the best frame of mind for going out for a meal, as I was so chuffed at the results, there was no way I was going to be silly and eat the most gorgeous looking steam pudding I've ever seen or partake in the lavish amounts of alcohol on the table. As it was I saved myself a fortune, as the drinks bill alone came to over £140, as they were drinking wine at £18 a bottle.
I was a little naughty with my starter, so I probably have gone back a day, but I'm happy that my main course was not off the diet, so I tried my best to be good. Fingers crossed. I'll take some pics either today or tomorrow and you can see what you think, but please bear in mind that I'm not done yet, this is around the half way mark.
I'll let you know when I hit the first stone and what my next goal is soon and hopefully very soon!
30th November - DONE IT! I am now one stone lighter than when I first started this thread.
I'm starting on my next stone as from tomorrow. Let's see how long that one takes. What do you reckon? I guess I should give it 2 months, as I have promised myself time off for good behaviour from Christmas Eve to New Year's day. I will likely start in ernest with 3 protein only days when I go to Euston, as it will be easier to do away from all the goodies in a likely bulging freezer and fridge.
Friday 4 November 2011
Finally cracked it!
This has been my 3rd tour to London and if it had not worked out I would not have been touring here again, despite needing to be here around once every 3 months.
Over the time I have been coming over to London I have learnt a lot about the place and the mentality of the people that use Escorts here.
Firsty there is the question of rates. How do you know how much to charge in a place where you seem to be able to get an hour booking from as little as £60 to £200? The difference in rates are vast! It seems if you go lower it won't necessarily get you more clients and if you go higher you are putting yourself in the league with women that are porn stars or have the figures of super models. However, you should never understimate the lure of good feedback, Field Reports and a good profile. A lot of men in London are blighted with bad experiences, as they have been taken in by beautiful women, who have turned out to be beautiful, but don't speak a word of English, or they are so up themselves they won't actually get involved with the booking, but make the guys feel grateful that they are there at all, let alone dare to kiss them.
Bearing all this in mind I kept my rates as they normally are, which is kind of middle of the road for London at £140 for an hour. It certainly hasn't put anyone off this time round and I only had one person ask for a half hour, so has worked well. It's good to know that my rates are pitched about right and where I could possibly increase it by £10 without too much bother, it's simpler to leave things as they are and then at least if anyone back at home is looking at me, they will not get confused by my rates.
So... am I desirable to the guys in London? It would seem yes I am. This is good news, as I was starting to wonder after having 13 no shows during the tour before this one. However... 13 no shows, also means 13 men had a desire to meet me, so what stopped them?
This leads me to the most vital component and the one that I have nearly cracked. The most vital component is all about the location!
So... the first time I stayed here I was... God I can't even remember where I stayed lol, but it wasn't too close to a tube station and it was at a dreaded Travelodge. One that had a key card to use the lift and just to add total confusion, there were 2 travelodges along the same road, so working out which one I was in was not as easy as it seemed. I was certainly more central, as I got a congestion charge. (The trials and tribulations of driving in London!), but as I said, it was a bit off the beaten track for the tube and a good walk from a station, so although I did get a couple of clients (one of which has remained totally faithful to me since I set foot in London), it was not ideal.
The second time I decided to go a bit closer to where I needed to be for a course I was on, which was in Greenwich. However, it was not near the main tourist areas or business areas of the O2, but a little more out in the sticks and although it was situated right next to a DLR station, it was totally out in the sticks and it took me an hour to get to town via public transport, so it was a total nightmare. At the time (until I actually attempted to get into the City) I had no idea how much of a fuss it would be to get to where I was staying and was proper fuming, but I have to put my hands up and accept that I was totally in the wrong place.
This time I made a compromise and split my stay over 2 places. For the first 2 days I stayed in Earl's Court. I was more than happy with the work I got there and for me I felt that the hotel was ideal. It was not too expensive and it had reasonable parking charges. Parking is an important factor for me as I am a bit of a control freak and like to be able to bring everything I want with me. I have to admit the room I have at the moment is a tad small and my bags take up most of the room.
I have been told that I should come back again and much more regularly, which is a great thing to hear, especially at a time when personally I am feeling a little on the large side. I've had a few things to deal with in my family life with the big 'C' rearing its ugly head and of course touring does not lend itself well to healthy eating, so I do really need to settle down a little and try and lose a bit of weight again. I'll certainly put some effort in when I get back home and again after my next tour of London and even the next London tour will be easier, as I have secured an apartment, which means I can cook my own food, rather than rely on ready prepared food that does not need cooking or takeaways.
Anyway, back on to what I was saying. I'm now situated in the Excel area which is much closer to where I need to be. I was very lucky to secure a 2 hour booking on my first evening with a gorgeous chap that I met on Twitter. (Yes he got my Twitter virginity!) and today will be my first evening with nothing pre-booked so it will be interesting to see how it goes. I have to admit I did have 2 enquiries yesterday and neither of them came to anything due to being on the wrong side of the river, so it may not be ideal, but I'm not too worried now, as I was only going to see one person per evening anyway and I have raised the money that I needed to do what I needed to do and add some to paying off bills back home.
It was suggested to me that in the future I should look at working in the Euston or Bloomsbury area, so I will look into that when I get home. The deciding factor will be reliant on car parking and if that really isn't an option, then I will have to train myself to pack better, as at the moment I can just pack whatever I want and it doesn't matter if it doesn't get used. That would be a luxury I could ill afford if reduced to 2 bags and a rucksack.
If anyone has any suggestions they would be most welcome. Perhaps not an idea to add them to this blog, but you could contact me on milf4u2@hotmail.co.uk and I would be most grateful for your input and of course your desire to meet me if of course you do.
Thank you to all those that booked me during this tour so far and in advance for anyone who is considering doing so over the next couple of days. Don't forget I do offer a special 2 hour rate of 2 hours for £200, which saves you £40!
Over the time I have been coming over to London I have learnt a lot about the place and the mentality of the people that use Escorts here.
Firsty there is the question of rates. How do you know how much to charge in a place where you seem to be able to get an hour booking from as little as £60 to £200? The difference in rates are vast! It seems if you go lower it won't necessarily get you more clients and if you go higher you are putting yourself in the league with women that are porn stars or have the figures of super models. However, you should never understimate the lure of good feedback, Field Reports and a good profile. A lot of men in London are blighted with bad experiences, as they have been taken in by beautiful women, who have turned out to be beautiful, but don't speak a word of English, or they are so up themselves they won't actually get involved with the booking, but make the guys feel grateful that they are there at all, let alone dare to kiss them.
Bearing all this in mind I kept my rates as they normally are, which is kind of middle of the road for London at £140 for an hour. It certainly hasn't put anyone off this time round and I only had one person ask for a half hour, so has worked well. It's good to know that my rates are pitched about right and where I could possibly increase it by £10 without too much bother, it's simpler to leave things as they are and then at least if anyone back at home is looking at me, they will not get confused by my rates.
So... am I desirable to the guys in London? It would seem yes I am. This is good news, as I was starting to wonder after having 13 no shows during the tour before this one. However... 13 no shows, also means 13 men had a desire to meet me, so what stopped them?
This leads me to the most vital component and the one that I have nearly cracked. The most vital component is all about the location!
So... the first time I stayed here I was... God I can't even remember where I stayed lol, but it wasn't too close to a tube station and it was at a dreaded Travelodge. One that had a key card to use the lift and just to add total confusion, there were 2 travelodges along the same road, so working out which one I was in was not as easy as it seemed. I was certainly more central, as I got a congestion charge. (The trials and tribulations of driving in London!), but as I said, it was a bit off the beaten track for the tube and a good walk from a station, so although I did get a couple of clients (one of which has remained totally faithful to me since I set foot in London), it was not ideal.
The second time I decided to go a bit closer to where I needed to be for a course I was on, which was in Greenwich. However, it was not near the main tourist areas or business areas of the O2, but a little more out in the sticks and although it was situated right next to a DLR station, it was totally out in the sticks and it took me an hour to get to town via public transport, so it was a total nightmare. At the time (until I actually attempted to get into the City) I had no idea how much of a fuss it would be to get to where I was staying and was proper fuming, but I have to put my hands up and accept that I was totally in the wrong place.
This time I made a compromise and split my stay over 2 places. For the first 2 days I stayed in Earl's Court. I was more than happy with the work I got there and for me I felt that the hotel was ideal. It was not too expensive and it had reasonable parking charges. Parking is an important factor for me as I am a bit of a control freak and like to be able to bring everything I want with me. I have to admit the room I have at the moment is a tad small and my bags take up most of the room.
I have been told that I should come back again and much more regularly, which is a great thing to hear, especially at a time when personally I am feeling a little on the large side. I've had a few things to deal with in my family life with the big 'C' rearing its ugly head and of course touring does not lend itself well to healthy eating, so I do really need to settle down a little and try and lose a bit of weight again. I'll certainly put some effort in when I get back home and again after my next tour of London and even the next London tour will be easier, as I have secured an apartment, which means I can cook my own food, rather than rely on ready prepared food that does not need cooking or takeaways.
Anyway, back on to what I was saying. I'm now situated in the Excel area which is much closer to where I need to be. I was very lucky to secure a 2 hour booking on my first evening with a gorgeous chap that I met on Twitter. (Yes he got my Twitter virginity!) and today will be my first evening with nothing pre-booked so it will be interesting to see how it goes. I have to admit I did have 2 enquiries yesterday and neither of them came to anything due to being on the wrong side of the river, so it may not be ideal, but I'm not too worried now, as I was only going to see one person per evening anyway and I have raised the money that I needed to do what I needed to do and add some to paying off bills back home.
It was suggested to me that in the future I should look at working in the Euston or Bloomsbury area, so I will look into that when I get home. The deciding factor will be reliant on car parking and if that really isn't an option, then I will have to train myself to pack better, as at the moment I can just pack whatever I want and it doesn't matter if it doesn't get used. That would be a luxury I could ill afford if reduced to 2 bags and a rucksack.
If anyone has any suggestions they would be most welcome. Perhaps not an idea to add them to this blog, but you could contact me on milf4u2@hotmail.co.uk and I would be most grateful for your input and of course your desire to meet me if of course you do.
Thank you to all those that booked me during this tour so far and in advance for anyone who is considering doing so over the next couple of days. Don't forget I do offer a special 2 hour rate of 2 hours for £200, which saves you £40!
Friday 28 October 2011
Mortality
I'm not sure what to say, which is a first. Life is hectic as usual. I don't think I would be me if I wasn't pushing things to the limit and never quite managing to fit everything in that I want. I do often feel like a lappy dog who is happily chasing his tail, that is until he get's a bit tired and gets bored of it, although unlike the dog, I can't just go and eat dog biscuits or go for a walk as a change of scene.
Mortality! Why have I given this blog the title of mortality? Well, I think it is because I am acutely aware that entering the third phase of my life, all of a sudden this is a subject close to my heart. Until even 5 years ago, I didn't know anyone who had died or had the 'C' word. I wish I could say the same of today. Until recently I had 2 relatives through marriage have it (both survived touch wood) 2 brothers, both of which I knew and one of which was a dear friend of mine during my teenage years have lost their lives through it and their sister, an even closer friend is currently battling and losing against it. Now I'm faced with my 2nd visit in the space of 2 years to the local hospice, but this time it is for a close family member. It may be the last time that I see them and if I'm honest, I'm not sure I want to go at all, but my Mum needs my support and I will give it like the dutiful daughter I'd like to think that I am.
I find myself greaving for the memories of my childhood. Despite having one of the crappiest non participating Father's I had the most wonderful childhood and this family member was a big part of this for me. Saying goodbye to her feels like closing a door I'm not willing to close and I know that is selfish, but it is the way I feel. Then there is my Mum. My Mum is older than the person suffering as we speak and that scares the life out of me, because for all her faults I don't know what I would do without her. How could I not love and need her when I look at her and see myself. All her funny accentric ways, the way she gets away with murder and makes me laugh with her naughty dry wit. She can act like a spoilt brat at times, but she never holds a grudge and what happened yesterday, generally stays there and doesn't run through to tomorrow.
In truth I could probably do with a hug and a tender touch, someone to reassure me that it's ok and that I'm not on my own, but it's not going to happen. I've been on my own so long now I can't imagine it being any other way and quite frankly I'm probably instigating the situation I am in far more than I realise. I'm good at pushing people away when they get too close. Anyone out there worried that they might get too close to their Escort and fall in love, don't worry about that with me, as I just won't let you. You can feel adored, cared for, desired, lusted after but never feel pressured to be part of my life, I mean the real life. If I thought you did I would likely run a mile.
Now, while this is all going on and I'm dealing with MOT's, road tax, Insurance, travel, hotels, running my online business etc, I'm also getting texts, calls and emails off gents that are showing an interest to meet. These can be interesting and distracting and often in a good way, but... when they deviate and start getting sexual, then I have to admit I find myself switching off and sometimes I get angry. Don't these people realise that we are not Escorts 24/7? That we have things in our lives to deal with other than massaging their ego's and sexual desires? I don't understand why they can't just book, like everyone else and when we meet, we have a great time, because I have the right hat on and am just as happy to forget my reality as they are theres. I would really appreciate it if maybe you could think twice before texting or calling and ask yourself if it is important to the booking that is going to actually happen and if it isn't put the phone down, if it is, can it wait? Is it important or would a post/email be better, that would allow me to pick it up when it is convenient and a time when it is convenient.
So... tomorrow is going to be a difficult day for me and not one that I am relishing. I'm glad that I am home to do it though, as then I can try and put it behind me when I go to London on Monday. I'm supposed to have 3 bookings when I get there, but I don't think that is going to happen now. Only one of them is a regular and one I am confident will turn up as orgnised. The other two? One of them has told me he can't make the time now and the other one just went quiet after I told him I was driving and could not text. I'm wondering if he would have preferred me to crash the car or worse, hurt someone while trying to communicate with him? I hope he does understand that I was trying to abide by the law and not hurt anyone. Unfortunately some men do seem to equate replying instantly with eagerness and anything less is lacking. With me that is not the case at all, but it does have to be the right time and place.
Looks like I will be hugging my wishbone pillow again tonight.
Kate x
Mortality! Why have I given this blog the title of mortality? Well, I think it is because I am acutely aware that entering the third phase of my life, all of a sudden this is a subject close to my heart. Until even 5 years ago, I didn't know anyone who had died or had the 'C' word. I wish I could say the same of today. Until recently I had 2 relatives through marriage have it (both survived touch wood) 2 brothers, both of which I knew and one of which was a dear friend of mine during my teenage years have lost their lives through it and their sister, an even closer friend is currently battling and losing against it. Now I'm faced with my 2nd visit in the space of 2 years to the local hospice, but this time it is for a close family member. It may be the last time that I see them and if I'm honest, I'm not sure I want to go at all, but my Mum needs my support and I will give it like the dutiful daughter I'd like to think that I am.
I find myself greaving for the memories of my childhood. Despite having one of the crappiest non participating Father's I had the most wonderful childhood and this family member was a big part of this for me. Saying goodbye to her feels like closing a door I'm not willing to close and I know that is selfish, but it is the way I feel. Then there is my Mum. My Mum is older than the person suffering as we speak and that scares the life out of me, because for all her faults I don't know what I would do without her. How could I not love and need her when I look at her and see myself. All her funny accentric ways, the way she gets away with murder and makes me laugh with her naughty dry wit. She can act like a spoilt brat at times, but she never holds a grudge and what happened yesterday, generally stays there and doesn't run through to tomorrow.
In truth I could probably do with a hug and a tender touch, someone to reassure me that it's ok and that I'm not on my own, but it's not going to happen. I've been on my own so long now I can't imagine it being any other way and quite frankly I'm probably instigating the situation I am in far more than I realise. I'm good at pushing people away when they get too close. Anyone out there worried that they might get too close to their Escort and fall in love, don't worry about that with me, as I just won't let you. You can feel adored, cared for, desired, lusted after but never feel pressured to be part of my life, I mean the real life. If I thought you did I would likely run a mile.
Now, while this is all going on and I'm dealing with MOT's, road tax, Insurance, travel, hotels, running my online business etc, I'm also getting texts, calls and emails off gents that are showing an interest to meet. These can be interesting and distracting and often in a good way, but... when they deviate and start getting sexual, then I have to admit I find myself switching off and sometimes I get angry. Don't these people realise that we are not Escorts 24/7? That we have things in our lives to deal with other than massaging their ego's and sexual desires? I don't understand why they can't just book, like everyone else and when we meet, we have a great time, because I have the right hat on and am just as happy to forget my reality as they are theres. I would really appreciate it if maybe you could think twice before texting or calling and ask yourself if it is important to the booking that is going to actually happen and if it isn't put the phone down, if it is, can it wait? Is it important or would a post/email be better, that would allow me to pick it up when it is convenient and a time when it is convenient.
So... tomorrow is going to be a difficult day for me and not one that I am relishing. I'm glad that I am home to do it though, as then I can try and put it behind me when I go to London on Monday. I'm supposed to have 3 bookings when I get there, but I don't think that is going to happen now. Only one of them is a regular and one I am confident will turn up as orgnised. The other two? One of them has told me he can't make the time now and the other one just went quiet after I told him I was driving and could not text. I'm wondering if he would have preferred me to crash the car or worse, hurt someone while trying to communicate with him? I hope he does understand that I was trying to abide by the law and not hurt anyone. Unfortunately some men do seem to equate replying instantly with eagerness and anything less is lacking. With me that is not the case at all, but it does have to be the right time and place.
Looks like I will be hugging my wishbone pillow again tonight.
Kate x
Sunday 23 October 2011
The pleasure of adoration!
Over time I have got to know a particular client very well. We began our friendship, purely as that. He had written something on a forum that I felt compelled to answer and some how we started to open up to each other. As things have progressed we have continued to get to know each other better and finally decided that we would meet for an overnight booking.
I don't know about you, but I was not really brought up with a particularly tactile family. My Mum was not the biggest hugger and my Dad was not there past the age of 3 apart from the odd Sunday he came over for lunch, so other than when I had my son and a few years of mediocre marriage, it's not something I am accustomed to having (hugs) that is. Anyway, the first thing we did on meeting was hug. It was lovely, like a tonic. I can't tell you how much I love hugging and lying in someones arms and the gentle kisses and I was being adored. I'm smiling now just thinking about it. I think we both spent most of our time smiling.
Perhaps I am treading on dangerous territory, but we have discussed the 'L' word and neither of us are going down that route, which is probably just as well, as in my experience friendship lasts a lot longer when it is not marred with feelings that so often change over time and cause complications. Which is why the word 'adoration' is so befitting. It's a word that tells me I'm cared for and that he enjoys who I am and finds me sexy and interesting and quite frankly that makes me feel good!
I am a lucky lady, almost on a daily basis I take note of how lucky I am, to have a job that I whole heartedly enjoy and get so much pleasure from, to have friends that I can talk to when problems arise (both male and female) and people that accept me for who I am and what I am doing. I think this has just turned into a bit of a thank you, so what the hell, I'll use this opportunity to say thank you to everyone I know, every one I have met and everyone who has let me into their lives and added to mine.
THANK YOU!
I don't know about you, but I was not really brought up with a particularly tactile family. My Mum was not the biggest hugger and my Dad was not there past the age of 3 apart from the odd Sunday he came over for lunch, so other than when I had my son and a few years of mediocre marriage, it's not something I am accustomed to having (hugs) that is. Anyway, the first thing we did on meeting was hug. It was lovely, like a tonic. I can't tell you how much I love hugging and lying in someones arms and the gentle kisses and I was being adored. I'm smiling now just thinking about it. I think we both spent most of our time smiling.
Perhaps I am treading on dangerous territory, but we have discussed the 'L' word and neither of us are going down that route, which is probably just as well, as in my experience friendship lasts a lot longer when it is not marred with feelings that so often change over time and cause complications. Which is why the word 'adoration' is so befitting. It's a word that tells me I'm cared for and that he enjoys who I am and finds me sexy and interesting and quite frankly that makes me feel good!
I am a lucky lady, almost on a daily basis I take note of how lucky I am, to have a job that I whole heartedly enjoy and get so much pleasure from, to have friends that I can talk to when problems arise (both male and female) and people that accept me for who I am and what I am doing. I think this has just turned into a bit of a thank you, so what the hell, I'll use this opportunity to say thank you to everyone I know, every one I have met and everyone who has let me into their lives and added to mine.
THANK YOU!
Getting carried away with a submissive
Thank goodness it was only a half hour booking. I had no idea when I met him that he was submissive and of course me being a bit of an orgasm junky took full advantage of his willingness to do what I wanted and I got altogether carried away. I can't remember the last time I had an orgasm that big. With the help of my magic wand and a vibrator that he gently but rapidly used tilted towards my g-spot I felt the whole of my body rush and raise, almost pushing him off me, as my body shuddered with pure delight and pleasure. It was so intense my eyes started to well up afterwards as I came back down.
And people wonder if I enjoy my work? Hehe
And people wonder if I enjoy my work? Hehe
Friday 14 October 2011
That blasted bed again!
Who would have thought two people can do so much damage? Recently I have started using the bed in the spare room after discovering the neighbour who lives behind it is partially deaf and had never heard a peep out of me. This meant I have started to use the leather faux bed, which really has not been used very often, although the slats have pushed through their housing on 2 occassions, which was not the best.
On this occassion I had a lovely tall, attractive, 30s something newbie with me. We had been taking things fairly slowly. He had started with having a shower while I put some music on and lit the candles to give us a nice romantic atmosphere. We then had a bit of a smooch with me slightly craning up to his lovely 6' 5" frame to allow me to kiss him with abandon. I was wearing...? I don't remember what I was wearing, but I do remember pushing the top half down and releasing my breasts so he could fondle them and my gosh did he have a magic touch. Just reliving it now is making my body tingle with anticipation.
After some time of getting to know each other a little better we adjourned to the bed and lay across it kissing and touching. I gently lay my hand over his balls and caressed as he kissed me and I could feel his body shudder under my touch and his cock harden even more. I have to admit that I couldn't hold off any longer and asked him to sit up on his knees by my face and directed his hand back to my wet pussy as I looked up into his eyes and took him in my mouth. The pure delight and excitement of watching his face that looked partly shocked and partly amazed by the touch of my mouth. My mouth continuing to take in the length of his gorgeous thick, curved cock.
He then bent down over me and was polite enough to ask if I minded him going down on me. Silly question, does a fish a swim? It's so hard not to let go and respond to the mountain tension of a climax, but having seen and felt the shape of his cock I was determined for him not to come during oral. I let go much to his dismay and explained why. He then reassured me that he could cum a 2nd time and asked me to continue. Feeling much happier I carried on and really went for it until he was just about to come and he asked me to finish with my hands. Within seconds I could feel his hot cum streaming over my tits and neck, just gushing out like it was never going to end. It felt glorious, but boy was I in a mess! lol.
We had a little break while he came back down to earth and so far the bed is holding up fine. We starting chatting and find we have a few things in common, such as star signs and certain habits and generally enjoy each others company. After a little while I started to stroke him while we were chatting, just looking to see if anything else is likely to happen, when low and behold I feel a little twitch. Soon a little twitch becomes a nice stiff hard rock again and as promised (he was getting tired bless him) I got on top. Needless to say it felt amazing and what can I say, I was using that lovely hard cock to give me multiple orgasms. I'm not sure how long the bed had been creaking before I noticed, but soon after commenting that it probably needs some WD40 and mid push down the bed topples to the side with us toppling with it.
I'm not sure if I should have been more concerned, but all I could think of was this lovely hard banana shaped cock and how much I was enjoying it. We tried shuffling back on to the side of the bed that was still intact, but we kept sloping to the side, so it was difficult to keep in position. Finally I could take no more and led him by the hand to my other room, where I threw off the clothes lay on top of it and we carried on there instead until finally with some persuasion (by me) he came a 2nd time and with the help of his lovely long fingers and my magic wand I came a further 2 times.
I do hope the neighbours were still out at this point, as I know I was loud. I couldn't help it. My poor unsuspecting newbie had no way of knowing I had not seen anyone before him and was gagging for it and he probably thinks I'm a complete nymphomaniac lol and he probably would be right.
The bed sadly did suffer badly and one of the feet totally snapped from from the bed, while the central frame is completely bent out of shape. Thankfully replacement parts are on their way to men and I should be able to put things right. Oh and yes I will get a divan next time I buy a bed lol. Anything would be better than this!!!!
On this occassion I had a lovely tall, attractive, 30s something newbie with me. We had been taking things fairly slowly. He had started with having a shower while I put some music on and lit the candles to give us a nice romantic atmosphere. We then had a bit of a smooch with me slightly craning up to his lovely 6' 5" frame to allow me to kiss him with abandon. I was wearing...? I don't remember what I was wearing, but I do remember pushing the top half down and releasing my breasts so he could fondle them and my gosh did he have a magic touch. Just reliving it now is making my body tingle with anticipation.
After some time of getting to know each other a little better we adjourned to the bed and lay across it kissing and touching. I gently lay my hand over his balls and caressed as he kissed me and I could feel his body shudder under my touch and his cock harden even more. I have to admit that I couldn't hold off any longer and asked him to sit up on his knees by my face and directed his hand back to my wet pussy as I looked up into his eyes and took him in my mouth. The pure delight and excitement of watching his face that looked partly shocked and partly amazed by the touch of my mouth. My mouth continuing to take in the length of his gorgeous thick, curved cock.
He then bent down over me and was polite enough to ask if I minded him going down on me. Silly question, does a fish a swim? It's so hard not to let go and respond to the mountain tension of a climax, but having seen and felt the shape of his cock I was determined for him not to come during oral. I let go much to his dismay and explained why. He then reassured me that he could cum a 2nd time and asked me to continue. Feeling much happier I carried on and really went for it until he was just about to come and he asked me to finish with my hands. Within seconds I could feel his hot cum streaming over my tits and neck, just gushing out like it was never going to end. It felt glorious, but boy was I in a mess! lol.
We had a little break while he came back down to earth and so far the bed is holding up fine. We starting chatting and find we have a few things in common, such as star signs and certain habits and generally enjoy each others company. After a little while I started to stroke him while we were chatting, just looking to see if anything else is likely to happen, when low and behold I feel a little twitch. Soon a little twitch becomes a nice stiff hard rock again and as promised (he was getting tired bless him) I got on top. Needless to say it felt amazing and what can I say, I was using that lovely hard cock to give me multiple orgasms. I'm not sure how long the bed had been creaking before I noticed, but soon after commenting that it probably needs some WD40 and mid push down the bed topples to the side with us toppling with it.
I'm not sure if I should have been more concerned, but all I could think of was this lovely hard banana shaped cock and how much I was enjoying it. We tried shuffling back on to the side of the bed that was still intact, but we kept sloping to the side, so it was difficult to keep in position. Finally I could take no more and led him by the hand to my other room, where I threw off the clothes lay on top of it and we carried on there instead until finally with some persuasion (by me) he came a 2nd time and with the help of his lovely long fingers and my magic wand I came a further 2 times.
I do hope the neighbours were still out at this point, as I know I was loud. I couldn't help it. My poor unsuspecting newbie had no way of knowing I had not seen anyone before him and was gagging for it and he probably thinks I'm a complete nymphomaniac lol and he probably would be right.
The bed sadly did suffer badly and one of the feet totally snapped from from the bed, while the central frame is completely bent out of shape. Thankfully replacement parts are on their way to men and I should be able to put things right. Oh and yes I will get a divan next time I buy a bed lol. Anything would be better than this!!!!
Saturday 1 October 2011
Where to start?
I really don't know where to start with this blog. So many things have been happening in my working and private life and of course it is all intermingled.
It always makes me marvel when clients describe me as an intelligent woman. I think at times I probably am. I mean when my brain is functioning at full capacity and I'm not tired. Unfortunately my brain is a little faulty. I can only describe it as 'loose wiring' on an extension lead. Imagine there are 5 sockets and when 2 or even 3 of the sockets are being used I am working at 75% capacity and most of the time I'm functioning just fine, but more recently all the sockets were being used 24/7 and the loose connection was being pulled out slightly, so my brain was switching on and off. Consequently I was forgetting appointments, mixing things up and a couple of weeks ago I attempted to have a conversation with a client and all I could get out of my mouth were sentences that were incomplete and made no sense, as the key information was replaced with 'thingy' or the like. I could not remember enough to construct a sentence on any subject.
To accompany this overload I had a headache. Not a normal across the temple headache, but what I refer to as a 'pressure' headache. It was in a certain area of my brain and it really did feel like there was pressure pushing down on me. I new at this point that I was in danger of pushing myself too far and who knows what the consequences might be? Some of you will know that I suffered with a brain virus many years ago and as such I do have a bad short term memory and find certain conundrums etc difficult to decipher. Most of the time it is too trivial to worry about, but as I'm sure you can appreciate this really worried me.
After some time to reflect and talking it through with a few choice friends I came to the conclusion that I needed to take a step back and find a way of fulfilling my obligations without hitting a crisis. With this in mind I have reduced my Escorting time up until December. From now on I will be available during office hours on Monday to Wednesday (9.30am to 4.30pm) I will not be working on Tuesday or Wednesday Evenings or Thursday and Friday day times. The evenings that I do work and the weekends will be by appointment only and a minimum of 2 hours if incall, although I am happier to do shorter outcalls in the Worcester area.
Please accept my apologies if this makes things difficult for you, but it is only a temporary situation and once I have got my other work back on an even keel I will be able to increase my hours again without risking my health, which I'm sure you would appreciate.
There are a few people I have met that I would normally have commented on, as we had such a great time together and I remember having a conversation about the blog, but that is as far as my memory will go. I am really sorry if you had hoped I would mention you in my blog, but like I said previously, my memory has been severley affected by what was happening to me and I just don't remember what I was going to write about. There is always the option of a re-visit and reminding me first hand why I wanted to write about you mind lol.
I'm struggling not to tell you more about my private life. There has been so much going on recently and some of it is so exciting (especially now the pressure is off a bit) and I would love to share it with you, but I do need to keep an element of discretion. Of course again, if you come and visit me I'm happy to chat about what I'm doing etc.
Not so good - My bed has been broken 4 more times since I last mentioned it. Please, please think about your weight when you come and visit me. You should know if you sometimes have a problem with the less substantial beds or not and I am relying on you to be honest with yourself when you book me. I don't think I'm going to be able to keep mending it the way it is, so unless you have a piece of board you can bring with you to put under the kingsize mattress, don't book me if you are a large person.
I'm afraid I've also put a cap on the age that I will accept for bookings. I am now only seeing men under the age of 65. It's quite a wide spectrum when you think about it, but I don't really want to see anyone the same age as my son or older than my Mum & Dad and it's something I have considered over time. If I want to continue enjoying this job, then I really need to work within my comfort zone and I am reasonably confident that I will be within these boundaries, although the capped age may be up for review after a month or two.
The goodnews! I'm going to be staying at the apartment for another 6 months. I have had relatively few problems, other than a few confused men that haven't listened to instructions properly and have either been approached by a neighbour or actually knocked on the wrong door. I did have one client last week who not only knocked on the wrong door, he proceeded to be one of the loudest guests I've ever had and didn't seem to realise that I was living in a block of apartments in a quiet, respectable area. I'm afraid I will not be letting him book again. It really is important that when I ask you to park up, so I can give you the rest of the instructions, that you stay parked up until I have finished. Quite a few men have decided because they have hands free they can drive and listen at the same time, but I'm so close to the stopping point they often drive straight past, or are still listening to while in the car park and that is when my neighbours get involved and tap on the window to see if they can help you. Please don't do this. I want you to drive up with confidence, scan the area for the landmarks given and come straight in. That is your mission lol.
It's nice to be spending some time back at home for a while, especially with this sunshine. I've been doing some gardening today and providing we don't have any rain for a day or two I should be able to clear all the branches up from the pruning I have been doing today. yesterday I mowed the lawn, which had started to look a bit like a field. It's quite a relief to have it done, knowing that I will have less to tackle in the late spring when everything starts to bloom again and I'll be able to put the washing out on the dry days without getting my feet soaked lol.
MP3 player. I finally bought myself an MP3 player! I am a complete technique phobic. I've had my wii at the apartment for 2 months now and it's still not working, as I can't figure out how to do it lol, so the idea of gettinng an MP3 player has been one that has been avoding me for many years, as i really didn't think I would be able to use it. With some help from some very clever friends (thank you David7even and TophatMark) I have finally mastered what to do and how to not just add music, but make up playlists too. The most annoying part being that I can't find half of the cds I had to add to it. I have the cases, but the cds are no where to be found. I have a feeling that they are in a case somewhere as I used to listen to them on my way to work a few years back and the same batch all seems to have gone. Fingers crossed they are all together somewhere or I'll have to start trying to replace them. I am quite proud fo myself it has to be said.
That's all I can think of at the moment. Please accept my apologies if you called me and didn't get a response in the last few weeks, things are pretty much back to normal now and if you can manage to see me during one of the times I'm free, then that would be great.
Things to come. I'm going to be seeing what it is like in Coventry this month. I'll be staying in a hotel in the South of Coventry from the 23rd October and leaving lunch time on the 27th. To make it that little bit more special, I will be joined by a good friend of mine from Scotland and her name on AW is Loloscot. She is a tall, blonde BBW and is a very naughty lady. We have hosted a party once before together along with SassyAnn and will be hosting our first Duel party on the Wednesday afternoon. We are also going to be available for duo bookings on the Tuesday and Wednesday. Otherwise of course I will be working on my own and yep, sorry I an still straight, so FFM does mean you have to work twice as hard to satisfy us both lol.
After that I'll be back home until November and I'll be spending a few days working in the Earl's Court area of London. Then my last tour of the year will be in Halifax again in December. Please see my website for details: http://www.curvaceouskate.com
Take care,
Kate x
It always makes me marvel when clients describe me as an intelligent woman. I think at times I probably am. I mean when my brain is functioning at full capacity and I'm not tired. Unfortunately my brain is a little faulty. I can only describe it as 'loose wiring' on an extension lead. Imagine there are 5 sockets and when 2 or even 3 of the sockets are being used I am working at 75% capacity and most of the time I'm functioning just fine, but more recently all the sockets were being used 24/7 and the loose connection was being pulled out slightly, so my brain was switching on and off. Consequently I was forgetting appointments, mixing things up and a couple of weeks ago I attempted to have a conversation with a client and all I could get out of my mouth were sentences that were incomplete and made no sense, as the key information was replaced with 'thingy' or the like. I could not remember enough to construct a sentence on any subject.
To accompany this overload I had a headache. Not a normal across the temple headache, but what I refer to as a 'pressure' headache. It was in a certain area of my brain and it really did feel like there was pressure pushing down on me. I new at this point that I was in danger of pushing myself too far and who knows what the consequences might be? Some of you will know that I suffered with a brain virus many years ago and as such I do have a bad short term memory and find certain conundrums etc difficult to decipher. Most of the time it is too trivial to worry about, but as I'm sure you can appreciate this really worried me.
After some time to reflect and talking it through with a few choice friends I came to the conclusion that I needed to take a step back and find a way of fulfilling my obligations without hitting a crisis. With this in mind I have reduced my Escorting time up until December. From now on I will be available during office hours on Monday to Wednesday (9.30am to 4.30pm) I will not be working on Tuesday or Wednesday Evenings or Thursday and Friday day times. The evenings that I do work and the weekends will be by appointment only and a minimum of 2 hours if incall, although I am happier to do shorter outcalls in the Worcester area.
Please accept my apologies if this makes things difficult for you, but it is only a temporary situation and once I have got my other work back on an even keel I will be able to increase my hours again without risking my health, which I'm sure you would appreciate.
There are a few people I have met that I would normally have commented on, as we had such a great time together and I remember having a conversation about the blog, but that is as far as my memory will go. I am really sorry if you had hoped I would mention you in my blog, but like I said previously, my memory has been severley affected by what was happening to me and I just don't remember what I was going to write about. There is always the option of a re-visit and reminding me first hand why I wanted to write about you mind lol.
I'm struggling not to tell you more about my private life. There has been so much going on recently and some of it is so exciting (especially now the pressure is off a bit) and I would love to share it with you, but I do need to keep an element of discretion. Of course again, if you come and visit me I'm happy to chat about what I'm doing etc.
Not so good - My bed has been broken 4 more times since I last mentioned it. Please, please think about your weight when you come and visit me. You should know if you sometimes have a problem with the less substantial beds or not and I am relying on you to be honest with yourself when you book me. I don't think I'm going to be able to keep mending it the way it is, so unless you have a piece of board you can bring with you to put under the kingsize mattress, don't book me if you are a large person.
I'm afraid I've also put a cap on the age that I will accept for bookings. I am now only seeing men under the age of 65. It's quite a wide spectrum when you think about it, but I don't really want to see anyone the same age as my son or older than my Mum & Dad and it's something I have considered over time. If I want to continue enjoying this job, then I really need to work within my comfort zone and I am reasonably confident that I will be within these boundaries, although the capped age may be up for review after a month or two.
The goodnews! I'm going to be staying at the apartment for another 6 months. I have had relatively few problems, other than a few confused men that haven't listened to instructions properly and have either been approached by a neighbour or actually knocked on the wrong door. I did have one client last week who not only knocked on the wrong door, he proceeded to be one of the loudest guests I've ever had and didn't seem to realise that I was living in a block of apartments in a quiet, respectable area. I'm afraid I will not be letting him book again. It really is important that when I ask you to park up, so I can give you the rest of the instructions, that you stay parked up until I have finished. Quite a few men have decided because they have hands free they can drive and listen at the same time, but I'm so close to the stopping point they often drive straight past, or are still listening to while in the car park and that is when my neighbours get involved and tap on the window to see if they can help you. Please don't do this. I want you to drive up with confidence, scan the area for the landmarks given and come straight in. That is your mission lol.
It's nice to be spending some time back at home for a while, especially with this sunshine. I've been doing some gardening today and providing we don't have any rain for a day or two I should be able to clear all the branches up from the pruning I have been doing today. yesterday I mowed the lawn, which had started to look a bit like a field. It's quite a relief to have it done, knowing that I will have less to tackle in the late spring when everything starts to bloom again and I'll be able to put the washing out on the dry days without getting my feet soaked lol.
MP3 player. I finally bought myself an MP3 player! I am a complete technique phobic. I've had my wii at the apartment for 2 months now and it's still not working, as I can't figure out how to do it lol, so the idea of gettinng an MP3 player has been one that has been avoding me for many years, as i really didn't think I would be able to use it. With some help from some very clever friends (thank you David7even and TophatMark) I have finally mastered what to do and how to not just add music, but make up playlists too. The most annoying part being that I can't find half of the cds I had to add to it. I have the cases, but the cds are no where to be found. I have a feeling that they are in a case somewhere as I used to listen to them on my way to work a few years back and the same batch all seems to have gone. Fingers crossed they are all together somewhere or I'll have to start trying to replace them. I am quite proud fo myself it has to be said.
That's all I can think of at the moment. Please accept my apologies if you called me and didn't get a response in the last few weeks, things are pretty much back to normal now and if you can manage to see me during one of the times I'm free, then that would be great.
Things to come. I'm going to be seeing what it is like in Coventry this month. I'll be staying in a hotel in the South of Coventry from the 23rd October and leaving lunch time on the 27th. To make it that little bit more special, I will be joined by a good friend of mine from Scotland and her name on AW is Loloscot. She is a tall, blonde BBW and is a very naughty lady. We have hosted a party once before together along with SassyAnn and will be hosting our first Duel party on the Wednesday afternoon. We are also going to be available for duo bookings on the Tuesday and Wednesday. Otherwise of course I will be working on my own and yep, sorry I an still straight, so FFM does mean you have to work twice as hard to satisfy us both lol.
After that I'll be back home until November and I'll be spending a few days working in the Earl's Court area of London. Then my last tour of the year will be in Halifax again in December. Please see my website for details: http://www.curvaceouskate.com
Take care,
Kate x
Sunday 18 September 2011
Discrimination
Where I live in Worcester it is a fairly mainstream place. People do not vary that much and the majority are white, professionals, so when the phone rings I usually just get asked a few questions about me and 9 times out of 10 a booking is created. It's rather simple and straight forward really and thinking about it the only time I get asked if I am ok with them is if they are very young or around pensionable age and then they might just double check that I am ok with that.
Bearing this in mind, when I first joined Punternet and was very green I admitted on the forum that I was asking potential clients for photo verification and their age, as I had an upper age limit. In my mind I was creating a safety net with the photo verification. Having a picture on my computer, if anything happened to me, then the person would be traceable (that was my thinking) and the age thing was nothing to do with me not fancying older men, but the fact that I married one and being married for me was the most God awful experience. I was pretty much mentally abused during my marriage and the scars are still with me today, despite it being over a decade ago since I got divorced.
The reaction on Punternet was not good. I got slated badly, shunned by some and bad mouthed by others. At one point I was told to go back to swinging (by other ladies) as I was not an Escort and that I must be using the pictures to blackmail people by some of the more scenior members. A lot of assumptions were made and I was basically given the cold shoulder for discriminating. Oh and then of course I was discriminated against for joining UKP, as I must be a horrible person for wanting to be there, despite the fact that I just wanted to be treated fairly and without reproach. Of course UKP was not really the right place for me and that soon came to a natural and rather abrupt end, but sometimes we do things as a reaction more than anything and being shunned led me to look elsewhere.
Of course I know longer ask for face pics, it really was a pointless task, although it did make me feel safer at the time and it meant I was able to get used to the idea of meeting that person a bit before actually doing so, but sometimes it served to put me off the meeting, as you can read things into pictures that are not really there. Like a hardness to the face etc. I suppose I just needed to break myself in gently to the world I am now so familiar with.
Why I decided to discuss this topic today is due to having toured quite extensively now I have been quite surprised at just how many people are discriminated against by Escorts. While recently working in Nottingham I had several calls that asked a question that indicated they had been discriminated against by other people. Such as. I'm a biker, is that ok? A biker???? Why would that be a problem? I'm so confused!!!! Seriously this chap said he would be travelling by bike and apparently he has been refused to be seen due to this or at least he felt the need to tell me. Of course it isn't a problem.
The next one... we arranged the booking and then he said, 'Oh I'm black by the way, is that ok?' Ummm... of course it is ok, why wouldn't it be? To date including this gentleman I have only seen 2 black men during Escorting and half a dozen Asian. Why on earth would colour of skin have any impact on who I would see and it really, really bugs me that these people are having to sound apologetic for who they are. The tone of his voice when he said those words were so apologetic and you could feel the pause between asking and waiting for my response. It makes me sooooo angry! He was nice and polite on the phone, he was clearly English by his accent. Of course I will see him.
The list goes on of lovely guys who seem to feel they have to ask if something about them is ok and I have come to realise that I am probably one of the least discriminating people I know. I'm not going to judge someone for being poor, rich, a different race, handsome, ugly, fat, thin etc. The only time consideration is taken into place is if there is a communication problem, as I think this is vital to having a safe and enjoyable booking and sometimes my gut instinct will warn me off a booking. If someone approaches me in a vulgar manner or rude, then I won't take the booking. If they request something I do not feel comfortable with etc.
Reference the age restriction that I first started with, well I think some of my regulars could tell you that is history now. It's been a bit of a journey for me, as it was more a pyschological one than physical, but I have got my ex husband out of my system now and understand that being older, does not mean they are going to treat me badly or dictate to me and that some of the nicest men I have met have been twice my age. Of course we all have our fetishes and yes I do still get excited at the thought of a chap in his 20s wanting to play with me, but I also look forward to the more mature clients, who take time to understand how my body works and what buttons to press and of course the ones that appreciate me on a mental level, as well as the physical.
In my world variety is a wonderful thing. I believe that we learn from each other and the more differences we come into contact with the greater understanding for each other we have. I embrace difference, rejoice in difference and love difference. In life we tend to be scared of the unknown, because we do not know how to react with it or the unpredictability of it. Take the time to become familiar and all your fears will melt away and you will wonder why you ever feared it in the first place.
That's it really. Is there a moral to this blog? Perhaps don't be too quick to judge, don't make assumptions and assume you know why someone reacts the way they do and if someone rejects you for something as base as the colour of you skin or the mode of transport you take, then they probably would not be right for you anyway, but don't feel embarrased for who you are or what you do, as no one has the right to tell you that you are not good enough and if they do, it is they who is not good enough, as they haven't worked out that the world is a big place and there is a whole lot of discovery to be had, which will broaden their horizons and make them a better person.
Bearing this in mind, when I first joined Punternet and was very green I admitted on the forum that I was asking potential clients for photo verification and their age, as I had an upper age limit. In my mind I was creating a safety net with the photo verification. Having a picture on my computer, if anything happened to me, then the person would be traceable (that was my thinking) and the age thing was nothing to do with me not fancying older men, but the fact that I married one and being married for me was the most God awful experience. I was pretty much mentally abused during my marriage and the scars are still with me today, despite it being over a decade ago since I got divorced.
The reaction on Punternet was not good. I got slated badly, shunned by some and bad mouthed by others. At one point I was told to go back to swinging (by other ladies) as I was not an Escort and that I must be using the pictures to blackmail people by some of the more scenior members. A lot of assumptions were made and I was basically given the cold shoulder for discriminating. Oh and then of course I was discriminated against for joining UKP, as I must be a horrible person for wanting to be there, despite the fact that I just wanted to be treated fairly and without reproach. Of course UKP was not really the right place for me and that soon came to a natural and rather abrupt end, but sometimes we do things as a reaction more than anything and being shunned led me to look elsewhere.
Of course I know longer ask for face pics, it really was a pointless task, although it did make me feel safer at the time and it meant I was able to get used to the idea of meeting that person a bit before actually doing so, but sometimes it served to put me off the meeting, as you can read things into pictures that are not really there. Like a hardness to the face etc. I suppose I just needed to break myself in gently to the world I am now so familiar with.
Why I decided to discuss this topic today is due to having toured quite extensively now I have been quite surprised at just how many people are discriminated against by Escorts. While recently working in Nottingham I had several calls that asked a question that indicated they had been discriminated against by other people. Such as. I'm a biker, is that ok? A biker???? Why would that be a problem? I'm so confused!!!! Seriously this chap said he would be travelling by bike and apparently he has been refused to be seen due to this or at least he felt the need to tell me. Of course it isn't a problem.
The next one... we arranged the booking and then he said, 'Oh I'm black by the way, is that ok?' Ummm... of course it is ok, why wouldn't it be? To date including this gentleman I have only seen 2 black men during Escorting and half a dozen Asian. Why on earth would colour of skin have any impact on who I would see and it really, really bugs me that these people are having to sound apologetic for who they are. The tone of his voice when he said those words were so apologetic and you could feel the pause between asking and waiting for my response. It makes me sooooo angry! He was nice and polite on the phone, he was clearly English by his accent. Of course I will see him.
The list goes on of lovely guys who seem to feel they have to ask if something about them is ok and I have come to realise that I am probably one of the least discriminating people I know. I'm not going to judge someone for being poor, rich, a different race, handsome, ugly, fat, thin etc. The only time consideration is taken into place is if there is a communication problem, as I think this is vital to having a safe and enjoyable booking and sometimes my gut instinct will warn me off a booking. If someone approaches me in a vulgar manner or rude, then I won't take the booking. If they request something I do not feel comfortable with etc.
Reference the age restriction that I first started with, well I think some of my regulars could tell you that is history now. It's been a bit of a journey for me, as it was more a pyschological one than physical, but I have got my ex husband out of my system now and understand that being older, does not mean they are going to treat me badly or dictate to me and that some of the nicest men I have met have been twice my age. Of course we all have our fetishes and yes I do still get excited at the thought of a chap in his 20s wanting to play with me, but I also look forward to the more mature clients, who take time to understand how my body works and what buttons to press and of course the ones that appreciate me on a mental level, as well as the physical.
In my world variety is a wonderful thing. I believe that we learn from each other and the more differences we come into contact with the greater understanding for each other we have. I embrace difference, rejoice in difference and love difference. In life we tend to be scared of the unknown, because we do not know how to react with it or the unpredictability of it. Take the time to become familiar and all your fears will melt away and you will wonder why you ever feared it in the first place.
That's it really. Is there a moral to this blog? Perhaps don't be too quick to judge, don't make assumptions and assume you know why someone reacts the way they do and if someone rejects you for something as base as the colour of you skin or the mode of transport you take, then they probably would not be right for you anyway, but don't feel embarrased for who you are or what you do, as no one has the right to tell you that you are not good enough and if they do, it is they who is not good enough, as they haven't worked out that the world is a big place and there is a whole lot of discovery to be had, which will broaden their horizons and make them a better person.
Tuesday 6 September 2011
Affairs of the heart
I'm lying in my bed at 6.21am with tear stained face. I don't really know exactly why I have been crying or why my heart is hurting or why I feel quite so miserable right now, but I do. There are times when Escorting is the best job in the world and I feel on top of the world. I feel empowered, adored, sexy, confident and many other wonderful feelings, but then there is also the down side. Sometimes you connect with someone and you get a little bit of what I suppose would be someone elses normality, as in tenderness, you don't want the booking to end, you connect mentally and when they touch you it makes you heart miss a beat.
There was a time before I started Escorting that I would not see anyone who was married, even though I was Swinging at the time. I used to call it self preservation, but also out of respect for their partners. Oddly now that I am Escorting I find that actually it is better to meet with married men, because they have something to lose should they fall for you and keep things in perspective. It's easier to keep the boundaries and even though sometimes I might think to myself, 'if things were different' or he is exactly the type I'd like to settle with one day, it doesn't cross the line.
However the single guys it's not quite the same. It can creep up on you. I had one client who lives all the way up in Scotland, a good 8 hours from me. We met twice on two different occassions for bookings and after the second booking he decided that he could not book me again, as it felt wrong and he didn't like that he had to pay when he kept forgetting it was a transaction, because it felt right and I guess it was messing with his head a bit. I admit that I was disappointed as I had enjoyed our time together and to be honest we had spent a lot more time than the booking allowed, because my location in Edinburgh was wrong and I wasn't getting any bookings in, so we met up for dinner and he showed me round a bit. We had a really good time together.
My next visit was to Glasgow and we found time to go out to dinner (non work) and we had a really good time again and since it was not a paid for experience it stopped at that. We kissed good bye and I admit I wished he had booked me, because it would have felt right if we had ended up in bed together, but he didn't so that was that. He on the other hand may have felt the same, but didn't want to feel that there had to be a money transaction in order for me to bed him. The problem is, if I had then things would have moved on to another level and I can't have that. I need to stay focussed on my work and I don't want to be thinking about one person and let's face it, we don't live close to each other. In my mind the perfect solution is for him to book me so we can have all the fun without getting too close.
I suppose in many ways that makes me selfish? I don't want to get too close to him, so therefore he should pay me and I don't like it when I see he is paying to sleep with other Escorts. I don't understand why it is ok for him to pay and see other girls and yet he can't with me? I suppose that is something that one of you guys might be able to explain to me?
Not being the type to say nothing I have messaged him and he has come to the conclusion that we should just meet up now and again and go out to dinner together, but we have tried this and judging by my reaction it isn't going to work. I feel like he is denying me something that could be pretty awesome due to our connection and giving it to someone else. We are more than just friends in the sense that we do have a sexual connection and where he might be able to deny it, I can't.
So... I won't have sex without payment and he won't pay me for sex. Neither of us is right and neither of us is wrong. No one is being nasty or stepping out of line, but it brings up so many emotions & frustration. I have to ask myself, would I be in this situation with any other job? I very much doubt it. Is this more to do with the distance or the job that I am doing? I mean I have maintained up until now that I could not date while doing this job, as it would be far too compromising and yet I have met Escorts that are happily married and do it. I've seen their interaction with their partners and it's quite enviable and lovely. There is also the point that he probably wouldn't want to date an Escort and couldn't cope with the fact that I am working with other men.
This then begs the question. Do Escorts that already have a solid relationship make better Escorts than us volatile single Escorts?
It's funny as my mind is often in a quandry. This may have escalated a little further than most situations, but it is by no means a one off. I often find myself in situations where a client feels a connection and because they are not used to feeling that way they take it to heart and want to get closer. I'm often finding myself needing to take a step back. Thinking about it I guess it is only natural that now and again I'm going to need to vent and let all the emotion out. Like cleaning the slate before starting all over again. It's quite surprising how someone who has often thought of herself as being totally incompatible with anyone can find herself being compatible with so many. Perhaps I'm not as different to other people as I thought I was.
Before Escorting I spent most of my life outside of marriage on my own. I rarely dated and the dates never seemed to work out. In retrospect I think this was less about me and more about my situation. I was a young Mum working in a world of women. I didn't go out in the evenings and still wondered why I never met anyone. Then I started to think that I was incompatible to anyone, too set in my ways and not attractive. How foolish was I?
Looking at the positive side (which is something I always try to do) at least now I know that I am compatible with many different people on different levels, that I'm not unattractive, at least there will always be men that are attracted to me and I'm not set in my ways, as I am dealing with new situations every day of my life.
People often complain about how much money Escorts get paid, but believe me when you think of all the things we have to go through to remain professional, keeping our sanity, emotionally stable, our safety and the stigma attached. It all adds up.
Another thing that I personally find difficult to bear is the total lack of respect that some people seem to have for sex workers. They assume it is an unskilled job and one that does not require brain power. How wrong are they! I use far more skills working as in Independent than I have done in most previous jobs and I'm qualified beyond degree level. I'm not that clever, more of a hard worker, but still I have shown I am able to use my brain and do on a daily basis. To be able to interact with different people at different levels every day is not easy and not anyone could do this. Advertising is a huge part of the job. If no one knows about you, then you're not going to be making a living out of it. In my case I travel a lot and have to organise schedules, hotels, apartments etc. I'm a PA as well!
In my last job I was able to hold my head up high, it was a respected job, but just wasn't paying enough and it got me into debt. This job I work much harder at and it is getting me out of debt. In many ways I'd like to have my back patted and told that I'm doing well and appreciated for the work I am putting in to straighten out the problems, but it won't happen, because I can't tell anyone and again, that is frustrating.
I'm not sure why writing is so theraputic, but it is and I do feel a lot better after getting that off my chest. Before I stop though, I want to reassure a few of my friends out there, that this little wobble has nothing to do with our friendships and they don't mean any less, just because I allowed myself to feel hurt for a while. I need to learn to deal with situations that are very real emotionally and it's not always easy. I needed to purge this out of my system and writing this has really helped.
Now I could really do with some tlc if anyone has any going spare.
Kate x
There was a time before I started Escorting that I would not see anyone who was married, even though I was Swinging at the time. I used to call it self preservation, but also out of respect for their partners. Oddly now that I am Escorting I find that actually it is better to meet with married men, because they have something to lose should they fall for you and keep things in perspective. It's easier to keep the boundaries and even though sometimes I might think to myself, 'if things were different' or he is exactly the type I'd like to settle with one day, it doesn't cross the line.
However the single guys it's not quite the same. It can creep up on you. I had one client who lives all the way up in Scotland, a good 8 hours from me. We met twice on two different occassions for bookings and after the second booking he decided that he could not book me again, as it felt wrong and he didn't like that he had to pay when he kept forgetting it was a transaction, because it felt right and I guess it was messing with his head a bit. I admit that I was disappointed as I had enjoyed our time together and to be honest we had spent a lot more time than the booking allowed, because my location in Edinburgh was wrong and I wasn't getting any bookings in, so we met up for dinner and he showed me round a bit. We had a really good time together.
My next visit was to Glasgow and we found time to go out to dinner (non work) and we had a really good time again and since it was not a paid for experience it stopped at that. We kissed good bye and I admit I wished he had booked me, because it would have felt right if we had ended up in bed together, but he didn't so that was that. He on the other hand may have felt the same, but didn't want to feel that there had to be a money transaction in order for me to bed him. The problem is, if I had then things would have moved on to another level and I can't have that. I need to stay focussed on my work and I don't want to be thinking about one person and let's face it, we don't live close to each other. In my mind the perfect solution is for him to book me so we can have all the fun without getting too close.
I suppose in many ways that makes me selfish? I don't want to get too close to him, so therefore he should pay me and I don't like it when I see he is paying to sleep with other Escorts. I don't understand why it is ok for him to pay and see other girls and yet he can't with me? I suppose that is something that one of you guys might be able to explain to me?
Not being the type to say nothing I have messaged him and he has come to the conclusion that we should just meet up now and again and go out to dinner together, but we have tried this and judging by my reaction it isn't going to work. I feel like he is denying me something that could be pretty awesome due to our connection and giving it to someone else. We are more than just friends in the sense that we do have a sexual connection and where he might be able to deny it, I can't.
So... I won't have sex without payment and he won't pay me for sex. Neither of us is right and neither of us is wrong. No one is being nasty or stepping out of line, but it brings up so many emotions & frustration. I have to ask myself, would I be in this situation with any other job? I very much doubt it. Is this more to do with the distance or the job that I am doing? I mean I have maintained up until now that I could not date while doing this job, as it would be far too compromising and yet I have met Escorts that are happily married and do it. I've seen their interaction with their partners and it's quite enviable and lovely. There is also the point that he probably wouldn't want to date an Escort and couldn't cope with the fact that I am working with other men.
This then begs the question. Do Escorts that already have a solid relationship make better Escorts than us volatile single Escorts?
It's funny as my mind is often in a quandry. This may have escalated a little further than most situations, but it is by no means a one off. I often find myself in situations where a client feels a connection and because they are not used to feeling that way they take it to heart and want to get closer. I'm often finding myself needing to take a step back. Thinking about it I guess it is only natural that now and again I'm going to need to vent and let all the emotion out. Like cleaning the slate before starting all over again. It's quite surprising how someone who has often thought of herself as being totally incompatible with anyone can find herself being compatible with so many. Perhaps I'm not as different to other people as I thought I was.
Before Escorting I spent most of my life outside of marriage on my own. I rarely dated and the dates never seemed to work out. In retrospect I think this was less about me and more about my situation. I was a young Mum working in a world of women. I didn't go out in the evenings and still wondered why I never met anyone. Then I started to think that I was incompatible to anyone, too set in my ways and not attractive. How foolish was I?
Looking at the positive side (which is something I always try to do) at least now I know that I am compatible with many different people on different levels, that I'm not unattractive, at least there will always be men that are attracted to me and I'm not set in my ways, as I am dealing with new situations every day of my life.
People often complain about how much money Escorts get paid, but believe me when you think of all the things we have to go through to remain professional, keeping our sanity, emotionally stable, our safety and the stigma attached. It all adds up.
Another thing that I personally find difficult to bear is the total lack of respect that some people seem to have for sex workers. They assume it is an unskilled job and one that does not require brain power. How wrong are they! I use far more skills working as in Independent than I have done in most previous jobs and I'm qualified beyond degree level. I'm not that clever, more of a hard worker, but still I have shown I am able to use my brain and do on a daily basis. To be able to interact with different people at different levels every day is not easy and not anyone could do this. Advertising is a huge part of the job. If no one knows about you, then you're not going to be making a living out of it. In my case I travel a lot and have to organise schedules, hotels, apartments etc. I'm a PA as well!
In my last job I was able to hold my head up high, it was a respected job, but just wasn't paying enough and it got me into debt. This job I work much harder at and it is getting me out of debt. In many ways I'd like to have my back patted and told that I'm doing well and appreciated for the work I am putting in to straighten out the problems, but it won't happen, because I can't tell anyone and again, that is frustrating.
I'm not sure why writing is so theraputic, but it is and I do feel a lot better after getting that off my chest. Before I stop though, I want to reassure a few of my friends out there, that this little wobble has nothing to do with our friendships and they don't mean any less, just because I allowed myself to feel hurt for a while. I need to learn to deal with situations that are very real emotionally and it's not always easy. I needed to purge this out of my system and writing this has really helped.
Now I could really do with some tlc if anyone has any going spare.
Kate x
Thursday 11 August 2011
Summer Tour 2011
Tuesday I drove over to Derby and stayed at a new hotel to me. It was fine for what I needed and I would definitely stay there again. Nice big bed, pleasant staff and ice on tap lol. The distance from home for me is perfect to drive. I have come to realise that it is not wise for me to drive over 2 hours while on my own. I don't know what it is or if it is a common thing, but I find after the 2 hour mark I start to find it really difficult to remain focussed, I start to get really tired and generally uncomfortable. Even if I stop and have a rest I don't get that much more perky and I have to drink gallons of energy drinks to keep me going. Thankfully this is not an issue with the shorter drives or so much when I have company, as I don't notice the time passing by so much.
It was a nice little tootle and I arrived a little early, which was not a problem for the hotel and I went straight up to my room. I had 3 pre-bookings, 2 of which confirmed before and during my journey over there, but sadly the third one had vanished. I had a few calls on the day, but since I was feeling a little hungry and had not eaten since breakfast, which was fruit, I decided to find something to eat and settle down for the evening (it was gone 8pm by this time).
My first client was a gentlman I had chatted to on a couple of forums. I new that he liked to be forced a little and he particularly liked ladies wearing jeans or fishnet stockings. I went for the stockings option and that I would mix it up a bit with a little role play. I just happened to have my sexy police officer costume with me, so I put that on with some black boots. When he knocked on the door I stood back and as he was carrying a bottle of wine, I said, 'Thank you for attending the meeting reference your speeding, but I hope you're not going to try and bribe me with that wine!!!! Something like that would result in severe punishment! lol. I then had lots of fun forcing him to give me pleasure in abundance and a good time was had by all :)
My second encounter was with a gentleman who reminded me in looks of Bruce Forsyth (a fair bit younger mind). He was a really fun character and was very entertaining and what I love most is a man who enjoys what I do to him and he was awfully appreciative. I find that such a turn on and it makes me happy. We had lots of cuddles and spent some time chatting too. I love men that are young at heart and he certainly was.
I really do like working in Derby and I think when I have finished doing my tours of new places and discovery, I will put that down as a landmark to continue visiting. I may not have been overwhelmed with phone calls, but what you get here is quality and you can't beat that.
The next day I headed over to Manchester. A little concerned due to the news about the riots, but hoping that not being in the centre I would be fine. As it is I am pretty central still, but I've not had any real problems.
I think the riots did have a noted impact on my work. While in Manchester the phone was notably quiet and thankfully I had one pre-booking, otherwise I would have only had one booking for the whole two days. As it was I got on great with the pre-booking who unfortunately for him got let down by his 3rd lady in so many days and as we did get on very well, he asked to meet me for lunch the next day and have a second booking. Now, what can I tell you about this fellow? He looked a bit like Matthew Kelly in his younger days. Pretty fit for his years and lovely white whiskers, with a full head of hair to run your fingers through. He looked at least a decade younger than the age he said he was and had a great sense of humour. We (I think) enjoyed each others company equally, which led to some rather steamy sessions of fun. To be honest, I can't tell it any better than the man himself and he was kind enough to right a review on our experience, which can be found on Punternet. Here is the link for anyone interested enough to click on it. Punternet Report .
So... although a little disappointed at the lack of quantity during my time in Manchester, I was certainly not disappointed about the lack of quality. It was a fun time and relaxed, which is probably just as well with what was about to come around the corner!
Now when planning my tours, I don't do it haphazardly or without some form of research. I am predominantly looking for places that are discreet, offer secure parking and with easy access. It has little to with price or amazing food etc, these things are of minor importance to me. With this in mind, imagine my annoyance to find that the hotel I stayed at in Leeds did not just have a carpark across a very busy road, but it did not officially allow 24 hour parking and I had been given false information at worse and missed vital information at best by the staff at the hotel. So, having been armed with incorrect information and having 100 things on my mind, I do as instructed by them and wake up to a fine attached to my vehicle in the morning. Not being one to shy away from voicing my opinion I did mention it to the receptionist, who basically said I should have followed the instructions on the board. How am I supposed to do that from Worcester before arriving when deciding on where best to stay? He was adament it was my own fault, so I email their complaints section and get the same reply.
Now I don't know about you, but when I make a call, which is specific to car parking and am given incorrect information, I don't expect to be shrugged at and told that I am in the wrong. Ok, so I should have realised that they had given me duff information earlier and avoided getting the fine, but surely they should take some responsibility for the duff info? They also said via email that they had never had any problems with long stay parking and to ignore the board, hypocrits!!! Needless to say I will not be staying with them again. The staff are rude, ignorant and obtuse!!!!
And breathe...! So now I'm off up to Newcastle a bit earlier than I had anticipated due to the carpark machine munching £3.40 and spitting out the last coin, leaving me with a one hour stay instead of the 5 I had hoped for and glad to be moving on. The drive to Newcastle was reasonably pleasant and I could feel my mood lifting as I got closer to my friend Ann's home. It's a fairly long drive, but since I have been there 3 times now, I was fairly comfortable with the approach in and kind of new where I was going for a change. I reached Ann's in good time, but feeling tired after a seemingly long day and we chilled for a while with a cuppa and chat before adjourning to our rooms for a tinker on the laptop followed by sleep.
14th August - Oh my gosh the day of the Gang Bang!!! We set off for Glasgow, a good 3 hour+ drive and wondered what lay before us. Ann had never attended a party before and as I know from past experience she is not too good with group participation, so I do wonder how she will fair. We had between the 3 of us a good 15 requests to join us and a few more during the journey up there. I did tell Ann to accept any bookings, as history has told me as a rule only a third actually turn up, so we were still hoping for around 4 guys if not more. We got to the apartment which was well situated and reasonably nice. We would certainly stay there again and settled in. Lolo arrived and we all hugged and met for the first time. She is such a lovely lady. Very amazonian in stature being 5' 10" and curvy with it and yet she has the softest feminine voice. You are left in no doubt you are in the presents of a lady.
Just before the show got on the road MrSmiths arrived. He can be found on Adultworkforum and is a co-worker with lolo, as they sometimes work as a couple together. He is also a really lovely person and it didn't take very long before it felt like we had all known each other for ever for real and not just on the internet. At last the phone rang and one of the chaps that had booked via the phone on the way up to Glasgow arrived. For sometime he was our only guest and so that he did not feel like he was wasting his money, we started things off. The pictures of this poor man being molested by all three of us (kindly taken by MrSmiths) can be found on my Adultwork private gallery. There is one picture in particular that made us chortle, so I'll put it on here for you to see.
Soooo... our tour in Glasgow did not really hit it off the way we had imagined and my invite to dinner from an ex client/dear friend of mine was squashed, as his plans had been changed and he wasn't able to get back for the time we had. I was rather hoping the next day would prove to be more fruitfull. Having said that the party was quite fun and we all discovered how rigorous a work out you get with a healthy chap with aspergers. He got round all 3 of us twice to the point where we needed to take a break and told him that £150 for 2 hours serious 'work out' was very good value' now please put us down! Still he seemed happy enough and in retrospect it was a bit like having 15 guys there, but without the money.
The next day was much better. I met some really nice guys and had a lot of fun and this was topped with the dinner date going ahead after all. We had a lovely walk into town and past the set for the latest Brad Pitt film, where we saw lots of yellow cabs and people gawping with their mouths wide open at nothing much in particular (no actors present), then we looked for somewhere to eat. It would seam that that Scottish are in love with Italian food, as nearly all the restaurants were Italian, with a smattering of Chinese/thai. We finally plumped for TGI Fridays, which was good, as I had been drooling at the thought of the one opposite the hotel I was staying at in Leeds, but didn't go there as I was on my own. We had a really scrummy dinner and it was lovely catching up with my gorgeous Scottish friend, who as always was the perfect gentleman with a seriously bad sense of humour lol.
If I am honest, I think Belfast was the best part of the tour for me. Certainly it was the most lucrative. Being my third visit I have now established some regulars and saw 3 clients that I had met before, which was lovely. There were a couple that I had met in Temple Patrick that had tried to see me again, but I was either already booked or work got in the way, so hopefully I will see them the next time, as they were both lovely guys and I had looked forward to seeing them.
It was a nice little tootle and I arrived a little early, which was not a problem for the hotel and I went straight up to my room. I had 3 pre-bookings, 2 of which confirmed before and during my journey over there, but sadly the third one had vanished. I had a few calls on the day, but since I was feeling a little hungry and had not eaten since breakfast, which was fruit, I decided to find something to eat and settle down for the evening (it was gone 8pm by this time).
My first client was a gentlman I had chatted to on a couple of forums. I new that he liked to be forced a little and he particularly liked ladies wearing jeans or fishnet stockings. I went for the stockings option and that I would mix it up a bit with a little role play. I just happened to have my sexy police officer costume with me, so I put that on with some black boots. When he knocked on the door I stood back and as he was carrying a bottle of wine, I said, 'Thank you for attending the meeting reference your speeding, but I hope you're not going to try and bribe me with that wine!!!! Something like that would result in severe punishment! lol. I then had lots of fun forcing him to give me pleasure in abundance and a good time was had by all :)
My second encounter was with a gentleman who reminded me in looks of Bruce Forsyth (a fair bit younger mind). He was a really fun character and was very entertaining and what I love most is a man who enjoys what I do to him and he was awfully appreciative. I find that such a turn on and it makes me happy. We had lots of cuddles and spent some time chatting too. I love men that are young at heart and he certainly was.
I really do like working in Derby and I think when I have finished doing my tours of new places and discovery, I will put that down as a landmark to continue visiting. I may not have been overwhelmed with phone calls, but what you get here is quality and you can't beat that.
The next day I headed over to Manchester. A little concerned due to the news about the riots, but hoping that not being in the centre I would be fine. As it is I am pretty central still, but I've not had any real problems.
I think the riots did have a noted impact on my work. While in Manchester the phone was notably quiet and thankfully I had one pre-booking, otherwise I would have only had one booking for the whole two days. As it was I got on great with the pre-booking who unfortunately for him got let down by his 3rd lady in so many days and as we did get on very well, he asked to meet me for lunch the next day and have a second booking. Now, what can I tell you about this fellow? He looked a bit like Matthew Kelly in his younger days. Pretty fit for his years and lovely white whiskers, with a full head of hair to run your fingers through. He looked at least a decade younger than the age he said he was and had a great sense of humour. We (I think) enjoyed each others company equally, which led to some rather steamy sessions of fun. To be honest, I can't tell it any better than the man himself and he was kind enough to right a review on our experience, which can be found on Punternet. Here is the link for anyone interested enough to click on it. Punternet Report .
So... although a little disappointed at the lack of quantity during my time in Manchester, I was certainly not disappointed about the lack of quality. It was a fun time and relaxed, which is probably just as well with what was about to come around the corner!
Now when planning my tours, I don't do it haphazardly or without some form of research. I am predominantly looking for places that are discreet, offer secure parking and with easy access. It has little to with price or amazing food etc, these things are of minor importance to me. With this in mind, imagine my annoyance to find that the hotel I stayed at in Leeds did not just have a carpark across a very busy road, but it did not officially allow 24 hour parking and I had been given false information at worse and missed vital information at best by the staff at the hotel. So, having been armed with incorrect information and having 100 things on my mind, I do as instructed by them and wake up to a fine attached to my vehicle in the morning. Not being one to shy away from voicing my opinion I did mention it to the receptionist, who basically said I should have followed the instructions on the board. How am I supposed to do that from Worcester before arriving when deciding on where best to stay? He was adament it was my own fault, so I email their complaints section and get the same reply.
Now I don't know about you, but when I make a call, which is specific to car parking and am given incorrect information, I don't expect to be shrugged at and told that I am in the wrong. Ok, so I should have realised that they had given me duff information earlier and avoided getting the fine, but surely they should take some responsibility for the duff info? They also said via email that they had never had any problems with long stay parking and to ignore the board, hypocrits!!! Needless to say I will not be staying with them again. The staff are rude, ignorant and obtuse!!!!
And breathe...! So now I'm off up to Newcastle a bit earlier than I had anticipated due to the carpark machine munching £3.40 and spitting out the last coin, leaving me with a one hour stay instead of the 5 I had hoped for and glad to be moving on. The drive to Newcastle was reasonably pleasant and I could feel my mood lifting as I got closer to my friend Ann's home. It's a fairly long drive, but since I have been there 3 times now, I was fairly comfortable with the approach in and kind of new where I was going for a change. I reached Ann's in good time, but feeling tired after a seemingly long day and we chilled for a while with a cuppa and chat before adjourning to our rooms for a tinker on the laptop followed by sleep.
14th August - Oh my gosh the day of the Gang Bang!!! We set off for Glasgow, a good 3 hour+ drive and wondered what lay before us. Ann had never attended a party before and as I know from past experience she is not too good with group participation, so I do wonder how she will fair. We had between the 3 of us a good 15 requests to join us and a few more during the journey up there. I did tell Ann to accept any bookings, as history has told me as a rule only a third actually turn up, so we were still hoping for around 4 guys if not more. We got to the apartment which was well situated and reasonably nice. We would certainly stay there again and settled in. Lolo arrived and we all hugged and met for the first time. She is such a lovely lady. Very amazonian in stature being 5' 10" and curvy with it and yet she has the softest feminine voice. You are left in no doubt you are in the presents of a lady.
Just before the show got on the road MrSmiths arrived. He can be found on Adultworkforum and is a co-worker with lolo, as they sometimes work as a couple together. He is also a really lovely person and it didn't take very long before it felt like we had all known each other for ever for real and not just on the internet. At last the phone rang and one of the chaps that had booked via the phone on the way up to Glasgow arrived. For sometime he was our only guest and so that he did not feel like he was wasting his money, we started things off. The pictures of this poor man being molested by all three of us (kindly taken by MrSmiths) can be found on my Adultwork private gallery. There is one picture in particular that made us chortle, so I'll put it on here for you to see.
The cat's that got the cream! Puuurrrrrr
The next day I had my first day back in glasgow working solo. I'm not going to lie to you. Work was pretty thin on the ground and I only secured two bookings, one of which was arranged in advance through Adultwork. I can't say that it was a total flop though, as the men that I met were both lovely and I had such an enjoyable time with them. I really would like to return if not only to see them again. Plus the fact that this was a sunday and I do know it is harder for guys to get away on this day.
The booking that had been arranged beforehand was a bit of a treat for me, as the chap I met was not what I would call strictly dominant, but he certainly new what he wanted and I love a confident man in the bedroom. He told me what he wanted and I gave it with gusto. He talked dirty to me, talking about filthy scenarios for us to play in and my imagination devoured it and I responded accordingly. I think this is the way to get dirty talk out of me, as left to start things off and I'll just get shy and uncharacteristically quiet. If you would like to read more about this encounter, you are welcome to read the Field Report he wrote about me HERE. Please note, the report does say that I swallowed and this is a mistake. He may not of noticed that I did actually deposit the evidence into a wetwipe, but I did CIM. I do this at discretion and felt more than comfortable doing this with him, as from discussion I new he was particular with who he met and was a clean and presentable young man.
From Belfast SassyAnn and I travelled across to Belfast on the ferry. I can't tell you how much more I enjoy touring when I can drive, so the ferry was a big bonus for me. I don't know how ladies tour for more than a couple of days with 20kg of their world with them and that is what I carry with me; Everything but the kitchen sink! lol. The ferry out was on very calm waters and I had no signs of sea sickness (thank goodness), getting on and off was reasonably hassle free and it wasn't long before we reached our apartment. This time I had an apartment that had been recommended to me and we were really pleased with it. It was very modern, spacious and anonymous. It tooks us a while to work out the door buzzer to get us in, but needless to say by the last day we had got it sussed lol. Still at least there will be no problems for the next time.
If I am honest, I think Belfast was the best part of the tour for me. Certainly it was the most lucrative. Being my third visit I have now established some regulars and saw 3 clients that I had met before, which was lovely. There were a couple that I had met in Temple Patrick that had tried to see me again, but I was either already booked or work got in the way, so hopefully I will see them the next time, as they were both lovely guys and I had looked forward to seeing them.
Despite being in Belfast for 3 days, I just didn't have a chance to do anything other than work, in fact it was pretty flat out (by my standards) and I was rather exhausted by the end of it. I will definitely be going back and at the moment am looking at January/February. Some of the men that I met were shockingly good looking and amazing personalities. There are times when I forget that it is a job and completely get carried away with the moment. I think there have been moments like that right through the tour, but the majority of Belfast was like that. Recollecting my time so far puts such a smile on my face, it's unreal!
From Belfast we travelled down to Dublin, via Belfast town, where we popped over to the bank to deposit our ill gotten gains and pick up some euros for the toll roads. I was a little disappointed to have such a short time to be in the centre, as I love the shops there and the archeology come to think of it. The buildings are magnificent and I mean the new and old build. They must have some amazing acheologists in this Country. The trip to Dublin was relatively easy, as it is pretty straight all the way. We kind of new when we had gone across when the signs changed from miles to Km's, but otherwise there was no great sign welcoming you into Ireland as such, more of a welcome via toll lol.
We got a little lost when we got there, but it was difficult to concentrate on the roads with all the hustle and bustle of a Friday in Dublin. Again the buildings were very majestic and beautiful, breathtaking even and I discovered where I tend to look up at things, Ann tends to look down, which is why she new where we were going and I didn't lol. She saw the signs written on the road! We did get a little lost as 'Dublin 4' is rather vague and we had no street name. I didn't realise my tomtom would work in Ireland, so had written all the important instructions on a piece of paper, but somehow my satnav had stayed active in it's pouch and we could hear it giving me instructions in the glove department, which is when I twigged it was recognising the area. With this we stopped the car, rang the apartment owners and got clearer instructions leading us in. Once we had done this we were there in a matter of moments.
The apartment turned out to be more of a cottage and was very cosy. Both the rooms were spacious, although there had been a few mistakes either in booking or on their side, but we managed to get round that. I think the most significant thing about Dublin is the cost! It's so expensive over there. We could not use our dongles, so ended up buying internet connnection at a cost of 25 euros for 2 days! We got a takeaway that cost us 30 euros at which point I duly made a visit to Tesco and managed to make us a spagettie bolognaise for under 7 euros (just as well I can cook!). I now understand why the rates are that much higher over there. We also discovered that the rate of exchange is quite poor, but I would recommend using the ferry to change cash back, as I got a full £19 more back than if I had gone to the post office back in England.
I took 5 bookings over 1 and a half days, so pretty average, but not bad and saw one chap twice, which was nice. Everyone I saw asked me to return, so I would say as a dummy run it was pretty successful, especially when you consider that we were there over a weekend, which is my quietest time back at home.
Now... it has been said that I can be a little bossy. I had agreed with Ann that we had to leave promptly at 10.15am Sunday morning, in order to get to the ferry in Belfast in plenty of time. I was up promptly at 7am (which is normal for me) and then woke Ann up at 8am (which is not normal for her). We both needed to pack and transfer the things we needed for our one night stop in Carlisle, so we could leave the rest in the vehicle over night. Ann did get up (bless her this is not easy, as she is a night owl) and ate breakfast, had a shower and I'm getting slightly agitated, as I'm quite methodical in the way I do things, ie, pack first, shower, eat, as I can do without food if I run out of time, but I need my things organised and me not to be smelly. So, I'm totally unnecessarily irritated by reverse behaviour in Ann who then goes and packs her things. Thinking time was running out, I got get the vehicle and bring it round to the front in order to start loading up. Ann has packed by now and is in her room. I'm wondering why she is in her room and see the big hand has gone past the quarter past and thinking 'what the hell is she doing now!' she says she is sorting out her location on Adult work, which is reasonable enough, but nope, I'm stresssed!! 'What do you mean! Why are you doing that now, we are already late!!!!!'. Ann pops out of her room looking all confused and bemused at being ticked off by me and says... 'but it's only 9.30am!'.
Whoops! I look at my watch, ahhh, umm... oops! sorry! We then break up laughing as my bossiness has hit new records! but hey I got Ann organised and even she was shocked at how well she had done and we decide we might as well start out now and then the pressure is off with regards to possibly being late. The roads were pretty clear with it being a Sunday and we made it in good time. Ann was able to have a nap due to having my satnav lead the way again and I even managed to avoid one of the tolls. We had both enjoyed our time in Dublin and agreed that we would go back again. I think Dublin particularly appreciated Ann there, which was great, as she has had a few problems with advertising and perhaps missed out on work in a few of the places we have stayed. It was nice to see her perk up and she had met some lovely guys, that also wanted to see her again. Yay for Dublin!
It seemed like we had spent most of Sunday travelling, having started out at 9.30am, we finally arrived in Carlisle at around 7pm. I had an 8pm booking arranged for one hour through Adultwork, so came straight up to my room and had a shower in preperation. I already new what I was going to wear and quickly got ready, which was good as my client was 20 mins early. I did have to ask him to wait for 10 mins, as my hair was still wet, but it didn't take long to finish the finer details.
My client was absolutely delicious! A little nervous and I think it would be fair to say paranoid? But once he had relaxed a little we had a really sexy time together and he couldn't have made me feel more desirable if he tried. Of course I lapped it up, as it's so nice to be made to feel attractive and appreciated and we got on really well. I would love to see him again sometime, so I hope he meant it when he said he would like me to return.
After that I got showered and met up with Ann and we walked across to an Indian Restaurant and treated ourselves. This was the first meal out we had together during the tour and it was lovely to just relax and enjoy the moment, although for some reason where the smell of the food made me feel really hungry I just didn't have the appetite I thought I would have, so after eating around a quarter of it, I stopped and asked for a doggie bag.
This leads me on to today. It's Monday morning in Carlisle, just gone 8am and I've already been up over an hour. No bookings as yet for this morning, but I'm seriously tempted to escape and go into town, as I know there is a lovely little habidashery there, with lots of unique bits and pieces I can use for my creative side (some of you will know what that is). We're not planning to leave for Newcastle until 12am, so I nice start to the day.
Friday 5 August 2011
Adultwork Photo Competition
Ok, so it is a really naff title this time round, but I thought what the hell, it might be fun to dress up. The title is 'School of Cock!'.
I have submitted my entry this evening (Friday) and really would appreciate it if you could vote for me. Please use this LINK to find my entry.
Update* My original submission was taken down, despite two other submissions not showing their labels or having one at all! Talk about feeling picked on! Anyway, I have resubmitted and put the offending photo's on my open gallery on AW instead. Please, if you voted for me before, could you re-submit your vote, as I only have 20 now and I had around 144 before it got took down.
Many thanks x
I hope you do like them enough to give me a 10 x
Kate x
Here is a taster...
I have submitted my entry this evening (Friday) and really would appreciate it if you could vote for me. Please use this LINK to find my entry.
Update* My original submission was taken down, despite two other submissions not showing their labels or having one at all! Talk about feeling picked on! Anyway, I have resubmitted and put the offending photo's on my open gallery on AW instead. Please, if you voted for me before, could you re-submit your vote, as I only have 20 now and I had around 144 before it got took down.
Many thanks x
I hope you do like them enough to give me a 10 x
Kate x
Here is a taster...
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