Today has been a lovely day.
I am particularly pleased with a booking I had today and I'm going to tell you why. Today I met a gentleman who had never seen an escort before. He was a little nervous and I tried my best to put him at ease. I asked him if he would like a drink and he requested a cup of tea. He didn't need to use the bathroom, so I brought him through to the kitchen with me while I made the drink. I think I may have made it a bit too milky, but it's hard to tell, as I only drink green tea these days. Anyway we chatted a bit and he seemed a really nice fella.
Tea made we went upstairs. He asked me how much I wanted and I told him. He looked a bit shaky as he past it over and seemed a little like he was making a sacrfice. After that little episode was over he was unsure as to what we should do next, so I told him we have a cuddle, of course! In which I went over to him and gave him a very big warm cuddle and a kiss. He was a little taller than me, which was perfect as I had my knee high boots on with 2" heels, we seemed to fit perfectly together.
A little later on he blurted out, "Wow, this is like a real girl friend experience!" Which made me chuckle. That was after all my aim! As you can imagine he was very relaxed at this point and we had a lot of fun together, especially when he announced that he would have to come again and it had been worth every penny. Now if that doesn't put a smile on my face, nothing will!
I so love my job. I never new job satisfaction could feel so good and as I said to my guest. I don't think I have ever been so happy. I seem to have a constant smile on my face and things that used to annoy or worry me, no longer do. It really is a win win situation.
English Kate In Belfast a short walk from the Albert Clock. Also touring the Republic of Ireland. Ask if you would like me to tour in your area x Tel: 07564749474 or 086 400 6295
Friday, 12 November 2010
Sunday, 7 November 2010
This is what Sunday mornings are for.
Is it wrong that someone with a life like mine might enjoy watching redtube on a Sunday morning and seeing the morning through while watching something like this Xrated
I'm afraid I hit the jackpot with this one and had cleared out the cobwebs with less than a quarter the way through. Still it does mean I have the rest to watch the next time I need a little light relief.
I think I might even feel bright enough to go put the shopping away from late last night now :)
Happy Days!
I'm afraid I hit the jackpot with this one and had cleared out the cobwebs with less than a quarter the way through. Still it does mean I have the rest to watch the next time I need a little light relief.
I think I might even feel bright enough to go put the shopping away from late last night now :)
Happy Days!
Weighing things up!
I don't know why, but I seem to do things back to front. In the Summer when everyone else is watching their weight I'm happily eating what ever I like and throwing caution to the wind and when everyone else is eating their winter warmer casseroles and roast dinners in the Autumn and Winter, I'm getting my recipe books out looking for ways to lose weight.
Yesterday when I was in the supermarket with my very long list of required elements to weight loss I spent £105! On hearing the total I piped up, "Why is it so expensive to lose weight?" The lady looked at me quizzically on the counter and said, "Isn't it an odd time to be starting a diet?". The response was rather easy, as I realised why the diet suits me better at this time. Have you noticed how early it gets dark these days? By 4.30pm it is dusk and by 5pm it is well and truely dark. I don't know about you, but with the clocks changing back recently too, I'm finding myself yawning myself silly by 10pm and ready to get tucked up in bed. This means I'm having a much shorter day in comparison to the Summer months, where I'll happily stay up until 1am in the morning, which often results in an extra little cheese and biccy snack. Whereas now my evening meal easily sees me through until the following day.
So... today after pouring over several 'Slimming World' cookery books yesterday and planning out my whole weeks eating events I am starting my latest diet. I am quite looking forward to it. Normally I am quite scatty and ill prepared when it comes to cooking and never know from one day to the next what might be put on the table, so to know in advance is quite exciting and my taste buds are looking forward to the delights coming their way. What I especially love about Slimming World is that there is no or very little limit to what you can eat, so you don't have to feel hungry, the success is all in the planning. You need to know what you can eat during those moments of inbetween meals hunger, so you don't spoil the good work you are doing and make sure you have these things at hand.
I have been kind of mindful of what I should be eating before today's official start. For instance yesterday I decided was going to be an 'original' day, as I was going to the Harvester with a lovely friend in the evening. With this in mind I had 3 rashers of lean bacon, 2 sausages, some tinned tomotoes reduced in a pan with salt and pepper, mushrooms lightly sauted in a tspn of olive oil and a poached egg. Hard to believe, but this is all acceptable food on the Slimming World diet. Another thing I learned the last time, is that protein based foods make you feel full much longer. It's always a good idea to start the day with an egg or something protein if you can, as it really will see you through to lunch time. This was a fine start of the day for me and easily saw me through to my 8pm meal. A brunch fit for a king!
At the Harvester and faced with temptation! I actually started really well. I had one of their bottomless glasses of diet coke, so no calories there and ordered the spit roast and asked for the skin to be taken off and a small baked potato instead of chips. I then filled up my free salad and allowed myself some low cal mayo and devils sauce, mmmm... It was really yummy! If I had of stopped there I would have had a proper original day with no syns, but... my friend wanted pudding and I broke at the last hurdle. I had a very delicious dessert called a 'Rocky Horror' and it consisted of chocolate brownie, hot chocolate sauce and cornish icecream. It did have squirty cream and wafers on top too, but I ditched those in a bowl. No point wasting calories on food that you're not that bothered by. It was truely yummy and a last naughty before putting my head down.
I'm glad to say a friend of mine has also taken up the challenge. On Monday morning I am to weigh myself and a week later record my weight loss and he will be doing the same. The winner is the one to have lost the most weight. No point lying as I would only be fooling myself and I'm absolutely up for the challenge. I'm currently a size 14/16 dress size and have recently bought a few items of clothing that are shall we say 'on the snug side'. My hope is to be able to fit in them all comfortably by the end of this month. I'll then revise for a new goal and see where it takes me, but don't worry, I have no intention of getting rid of my curves. They are here to stay!
Yesterday when I was in the supermarket with my very long list of required elements to weight loss I spent £105! On hearing the total I piped up, "Why is it so expensive to lose weight?" The lady looked at me quizzically on the counter and said, "Isn't it an odd time to be starting a diet?". The response was rather easy, as I realised why the diet suits me better at this time. Have you noticed how early it gets dark these days? By 4.30pm it is dusk and by 5pm it is well and truely dark. I don't know about you, but with the clocks changing back recently too, I'm finding myself yawning myself silly by 10pm and ready to get tucked up in bed. This means I'm having a much shorter day in comparison to the Summer months, where I'll happily stay up until 1am in the morning, which often results in an extra little cheese and biccy snack. Whereas now my evening meal easily sees me through until the following day.
Not the diet for me!
So... today after pouring over several 'Slimming World' cookery books yesterday and planning out my whole weeks eating events I am starting my latest diet. I am quite looking forward to it. Normally I am quite scatty and ill prepared when it comes to cooking and never know from one day to the next what might be put on the table, so to know in advance is quite exciting and my taste buds are looking forward to the delights coming their way. What I especially love about Slimming World is that there is no or very little limit to what you can eat, so you don't have to feel hungry, the success is all in the planning. You need to know what you can eat during those moments of inbetween meals hunger, so you don't spoil the good work you are doing and make sure you have these things at hand.
I have been kind of mindful of what I should be eating before today's official start. For instance yesterday I decided was going to be an 'original' day, as I was going to the Harvester with a lovely friend in the evening. With this in mind I had 3 rashers of lean bacon, 2 sausages, some tinned tomotoes reduced in a pan with salt and pepper, mushrooms lightly sauted in a tspn of olive oil and a poached egg. Hard to believe, but this is all acceptable food on the Slimming World diet. Another thing I learned the last time, is that protein based foods make you feel full much longer. It's always a good idea to start the day with an egg or something protein if you can, as it really will see you through to lunch time. This was a fine start of the day for me and easily saw me through to my 8pm meal. A brunch fit for a king!
At the Harvester and faced with temptation! I actually started really well. I had one of their bottomless glasses of diet coke, so no calories there and ordered the spit roast and asked for the skin to be taken off and a small baked potato instead of chips. I then filled up my free salad and allowed myself some low cal mayo and devils sauce, mmmm... It was really yummy! If I had of stopped there I would have had a proper original day with no syns, but... my friend wanted pudding and I broke at the last hurdle. I had a very delicious dessert called a 'Rocky Horror' and it consisted of chocolate brownie, hot chocolate sauce and cornish icecream. It did have squirty cream and wafers on top too, but I ditched those in a bowl. No point wasting calories on food that you're not that bothered by. It was truely yummy and a last naughty before putting my head down.
I'm glad to say a friend of mine has also taken up the challenge. On Monday morning I am to weigh myself and a week later record my weight loss and he will be doing the same. The winner is the one to have lost the most weight. No point lying as I would only be fooling myself and I'm absolutely up for the challenge. I'm currently a size 14/16 dress size and have recently bought a few items of clothing that are shall we say 'on the snug side'. My hope is to be able to fit in them all comfortably by the end of this month. I'll then revise for a new goal and see where it takes me, but don't worry, I have no intention of getting rid of my curves. They are here to stay!
Friday, 5 November 2010
November 5th
I don't really know where this week went to. I've been busily working away trying to get prepared for a big exhibition I'm working at in a couple of weeks in London. I hand make my product and the whole house seems be getting taken up with bits of glitz and flowers etc. It's rather exciting, but I'll be glad to have my lounge back.
In the mean time a rather lovely gentleman called me this morning and asked if he could bring forward our possible lunch time meeting to 10.30am. Apparently he had been reading my blog and assertained that I rather like morning fun. Of course he was quite right lol, I can't deny it. He was rather apologetic of his age, yet was really a rather young 47. Believe me I enjoy my 40 somethings as much as my 30 somethings and just have a bit of a fetish for the 20 somethings, but would get rather bored quickly if they were the only gents I met.
We started our time by enjoying a bath together. I have rather a large bath and as a bit of a blonde by nature I do have a tendency to forget it is running. This rarely results in an overflow, as much as the temperature being either too hot or too cold. In this case it was 3/4's full and a tad too cold. I had to take quite a fair bit of water to make room for hot, but in doing so managed to over fill it somewhat. Thankfully my friend was very cautious and lifted himself proud of the bottom of the tub, giving the water a chance to drain and not poor over the side. That might have been a little troublesome lol.
At last with the water at a safer measure we are able to get to know each other a little. Lots of kissing, followed by some gentle caressing and then I have to say the most delightful rubbing of a delicate area. For a gent who professed to have been a virgin to the world of escorts and indeed slightly out of practice, he had a natural ability to pick up on my body language and had me cumming over his fingers very swiftly.
Having got to know each other a little better we decided to go through to the bedroom. Having briefly had the pleasure of his tongue before getting into the bath, I was keen to continue where we had left off. Have I mentioned that I love my job? lol I so love my job! I revel in the delights of a gentleman who is keen to please me and today was one of those days. What a lovely start to the day!
Normally I would only take one booking as an incall per day, but a little later on I received another call asking to meet 'as soon as'. I found myself agreeing to 2pm. This gave me enough time for a much needed shower and quick change of clothes. I managed to get ready with 5 minutes to spare (I'm getting much better at time keeping lol). Although I did forget to take my phone downstairs with me and by the time I got back upstairs there were 3 messages and a missed call, oops! I quickly replied and my next booking arrived at the front door.
I have to admit it was a bit wet outside. Having dispensed of the damp clothes we got to know each other better. During conversation it transpired that he had brought a strap on with him. It just so happened that I had invested in a strap on, but had not actually ever used it yet. He rather liked the idea of me being a strap on virgin and I was rather pleased to have someone who new what they were doing guide me. The first thing we established was that the dildo I have is a little on the large side and probably not wise to use on a newbie. I really must get hold of a smaller one! However, having put a condom on the dildo and attached it to the straps I was ready to see how I did.
Omg! I really don't quite know what I did, or if I could do it again. I felt like I did very little indeed. I basically started by teasing the rear until he eventually told me to move in slightly. It seemed to slip in quite easily, but then he told me off and said I was being greedy lol. I hadn't realised and of course felt incredibly guilty, as I know how it feels the other way round if too much too quick. Thankfully he was not put off though and told me to just stay still. Then a slight extra push and still again. Another little push and still again. After this one he started to move his body rocking back and forth onto my cock (hehe that sounds weird). He asked me to caress his balls, so I leant forward hugging his back and put my hand under his balls while he massaged his cock and rocked gently back and forth. It did feel very sexy. Needless to say, not long after this he came and I felt very proud of myself!!!! A work in progress I feel, but progress is the word!
And that really is it for today. I had a quick pop in to town to sort a few things out and bought a pizza for my off spring to share with his friends and now I'm happily sat watching the box with a cuppa and writing my blog. Far too wet outside for me I'm afraid!
Anyone out there playing with fireworks and bonfires, have fun and play safe!
In the mean time a rather lovely gentleman called me this morning and asked if he could bring forward our possible lunch time meeting to 10.30am. Apparently he had been reading my blog and assertained that I rather like morning fun. Of course he was quite right lol, I can't deny it. He was rather apologetic of his age, yet was really a rather young 47. Believe me I enjoy my 40 somethings as much as my 30 somethings and just have a bit of a fetish for the 20 somethings, but would get rather bored quickly if they were the only gents I met.
We started our time by enjoying a bath together. I have rather a large bath and as a bit of a blonde by nature I do have a tendency to forget it is running. This rarely results in an overflow, as much as the temperature being either too hot or too cold. In this case it was 3/4's full and a tad too cold. I had to take quite a fair bit of water to make room for hot, but in doing so managed to over fill it somewhat. Thankfully my friend was very cautious and lifted himself proud of the bottom of the tub, giving the water a chance to drain and not poor over the side. That might have been a little troublesome lol.
At last with the water at a safer measure we are able to get to know each other a little. Lots of kissing, followed by some gentle caressing and then I have to say the most delightful rubbing of a delicate area. For a gent who professed to have been a virgin to the world of escorts and indeed slightly out of practice, he had a natural ability to pick up on my body language and had me cumming over his fingers very swiftly.
Having got to know each other a little better we decided to go through to the bedroom. Having briefly had the pleasure of his tongue before getting into the bath, I was keen to continue where we had left off. Have I mentioned that I love my job? lol I so love my job! I revel in the delights of a gentleman who is keen to please me and today was one of those days. What a lovely start to the day!
Normally I would only take one booking as an incall per day, but a little later on I received another call asking to meet 'as soon as'. I found myself agreeing to 2pm. This gave me enough time for a much needed shower and quick change of clothes. I managed to get ready with 5 minutes to spare (I'm getting much better at time keeping lol). Although I did forget to take my phone downstairs with me and by the time I got back upstairs there were 3 messages and a missed call, oops! I quickly replied and my next booking arrived at the front door.
I have to admit it was a bit wet outside. Having dispensed of the damp clothes we got to know each other better. During conversation it transpired that he had brought a strap on with him. It just so happened that I had invested in a strap on, but had not actually ever used it yet. He rather liked the idea of me being a strap on virgin and I was rather pleased to have someone who new what they were doing guide me. The first thing we established was that the dildo I have is a little on the large side and probably not wise to use on a newbie. I really must get hold of a smaller one! However, having put a condom on the dildo and attached it to the straps I was ready to see how I did.
Omg! I really don't quite know what I did, or if I could do it again. I felt like I did very little indeed. I basically started by teasing the rear until he eventually told me to move in slightly. It seemed to slip in quite easily, but then he told me off and said I was being greedy lol. I hadn't realised and of course felt incredibly guilty, as I know how it feels the other way round if too much too quick. Thankfully he was not put off though and told me to just stay still. Then a slight extra push and still again. Another little push and still again. After this one he started to move his body rocking back and forth onto my cock (hehe that sounds weird). He asked me to caress his balls, so I leant forward hugging his back and put my hand under his balls while he massaged his cock and rocked gently back and forth. It did feel very sexy. Needless to say, not long after this he came and I felt very proud of myself!!!! A work in progress I feel, but progress is the word!
And that really is it for today. I had a quick pop in to town to sort a few things out and bought a pizza for my off spring to share with his friends and now I'm happily sat watching the box with a cuppa and writing my blog. Far too wet outside for me I'm afraid!
Anyone out there playing with fireworks and bonfires, have fun and play safe!
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
Northern Tour
Tour up North
Today is the third day of my ‘Up North’ tour. It’s been an interesting time so far and one that has, so far been quite therapeutic. I think everyone should give themselves time to be totally alone and enjoy the time they have to shake off their normal roles and responsibilities in life.
Sunday
To say that driving along the M6 to Manchester was a nightmare would be an understatement. I had been led to believe that it was doable in an hour and a half on a good day, so imagine my utter disappointment to find it took me closer to 4! The roads were very busy for a Sunday and the road works were everywhere! I new that the M6 was bad, but! It’s not something I would relish doing again I might add.
Having kind of stumbled across my apartment (the road name didn’t come up on my satnav) I was lucky enough to be able to park up on the road for free and not have to pay the extortionate rate for private parking (£11) and just paid for 2 hours in the morning. The chap at reception tried to tell me that the road pay and display started from 6 am in the morning. I’m sure he was trying to scare me into using their car park. When I did eventually check, it was as I expected and the regular 8am start. Naughty man!
The apartment was lovely. It was clean, open, fresh and very cosy. The view of Manchester from the room was delightful and kept me mesmerised for hours watching all the cars drive by with their lights flashing in the darkness. I didn’t have much interest for escorting when I first got there and eventually fairly late into the evening I got a couple of calls asking to come over late. I did say yes, but both said they would get back to me and both didn’t. I wasn’t too concerned as I wasn’t to be there long and had an early start in the morning. I amused myself better by going on cam with adultwork and chatting to some far more deserving gents.
One of the gentleman I met on aw during cam, said that he would like to see me in Glasgow, which was great, especially as he had seen me and I new he wouldn’t be disappointed when I met him. I just had to wait and see if he would follow through, so all in all not a bad start to the tour.
Monday
I woke up at 7.30am, dashed in the shower, grabbed some casual clothes and went down to the car to pay for the last two hours of my stay. When I got down there the windscreen was frozen over. It was -1, but the sky was blue and not a cloud in site. You could still see the moon in the distance and it made for a very beautiful sight. I paid the extra, put in one of my suitcases ready for the journey to Glasgow and went back up to the apartment.
I suddenly get the compulsion to take pictures of the apartment. I’m not sure why. I think I felt it was such a shame that no one had come to join me there as it was so nice. I still can’t believe how cheap it was to stay there. I suppose they must make their extra money from the parking and use of the internet (It was £8.50 to get a connection). Where I’m staying now the connection is free and doesn’t time out, far better! So, I took a few pictures, ate a couple of muller lights, watched Thomas the Tank Engine (don’t ask!) and checked my emails one final time before starting out to Glasgow.
The journey to Glasgow was far better than the one I had the day before. The motorway is a lot less built up and the scenery is a delight to behold. So much so, I found myself reaching for my camera (while driving) and taking pictures as I drove along. I know this was pretty stupid and (only a woman?) but it was in places, truly breath taking. With my eyes filled with awe of the spectacular views and Adel singing in the background and the sun shining amongst light fluffy clouds I actually found myself with tears building up. I couldn’t help it. I’m not sure if it was a moment of loneliness and wanting to share the experience or just shear joy of being a live, but for a moment I was quite over come by emotion. I think it was the latter, as I have actually been enjoying this solitary journey. I’ve come to enjoy my own company over the years.
Having stopped twice to take a break and do the things that needed to be done (such as eat). I finally arrived in Glasgow around 2pm. The journey had been delightful and it was truly over when I found myself in deep traffic going into the city centre. Back to civilization with a halt! Eventually I get onto the road that I need to be on, but could I find the apartments? Could I eck! Several times around the one way system and finally I catch a glimpse of a very small sign pointing in the direction I need to be going.
I finally park the car up and make my way up to the apartment. Wow! It’s lush! I have a large living room dining area, a hall way, a lovely modern bathroom, with beautiful piping hot water and a nice size bedroom. I have only one grump, but sadly it is a big grump. The double bed is actually 2 single beds pushed together. Why do they do that? Why do they think it is ok to do that? I hate it. Not just because it can be annoying while using the bedroom for fun, but because I like to sleep smack bang in the middle and get cosy when I sleep. I don’t want to turn in the middle of the night and find myself falling down some ditch. I hate it!!!! I’m tempted to complain, but I don’t want to draw attention to myself, so I take note and will not return.
Having settled in I take a nice hot shower and get myself ready for my first booking. I haven’t really spoken to this chap much, as I got my first text on route, which told me he had tried to ring, but with no answer and would I be available for 4.30pm. Having stopped for one of my watering breaks I replied with a yes and later he rang to confirm that we were still on. We met up and walked back to the room, had a drink, a little chat while looking around the apartment and got to know each other a little better.
The hour soon flew by and I hope he left a happier man than he arrived. We (in my opinion) got on very well and I enjoyed his company. My first Glaswegian in Glasgow :) My next appointment was with the gentleman I had spoken to on cam the evening before. He also had sent a text to confirm that he was still coming and had booked me using the aw system. Great! I put the kettle on and took a nice long shower this time. Talking of which, the shower is placed a little too low for my liking. God knows what tall people are meant to do when they want to wash their hair. It makes me wonder who installed the showers to think they put them high enough.
I dried off and sat in the lounge to watch a bit of telly while putting on fresh make up and blow drying my hair. Before I new it, time had flown by and I needed to get dressed ready to collect my next victim (I mean guest). We met again on the street and he nervously came with me. I’m not sure if it was me or if he is naturally a bit on the shy side, but he sat next to me on the sofa rather timidly. I’m not sure why I find this a bit of a turn on, but I do and I used it to my advantage and got a little bossy lol.
You know the saying, ‘it’s always the quiet ones?’ Totally right! My little pussy cat of a client, who wouldn’t have said boo to a goose when he first arrived took total advantage of the fact that I am ticklish!!!! You should have seen the look on his face when I squealed too! Pure mischief I would say. Needless to say, shyness and teasing aside we got on like a house on fire. Amazing kisser and lovely hugger and ummm… well yes he new what he was doing (as did the gent before him). I must add at this point though, that he is from Edinburgh and not a Glaswegian. Apparently it is a big mistake to get the two mixed up and I apologise for my earlier mistake *blushes*. Sadly it was time to say goodbye, but I hope that it won’t be the last time we meet.
At this point I rather happily remembered I had kfc in the fridge and wonderfully had a microwave at my disposal. I nice can of cold cider and 4 minutes later led me to a rather well earned super. A few emails later and time for a very good nights sleep.
Tuesday
What a strange start of the day! I had a call quite early on in the morning from a gentleman who had very specific ideas to what he wanted. He asked me if I had any uniforms and we agreed on the 'Secretary' look with knee high boots, as I was going to have to meet him by the door off the road. He then said he wanted me to blindfold him from the door and up into the room. He wanted a bit of tie and tease as well. I was very wary of doing anything in public, but my room was situated right next to the lift and as I hadn't seen a solitary soul yet along my corridor I agreed to blindfold him once we got into the lift and whilst upstairs by my room.
He seemed happy with this arrangement and booked me for 10am. This didn't give me much time to get ready, so I started sorting out my clothes and getting a shower etc. In the meant time he continued texting me and asking me loads of questions, till finally he asked me what I was going to do to him. I am not a fan of this type of question. I hate prescriptive sex and I always forget things, so even if I did have an idea, I would likely deviate from it, due to having forgotten a certain element. I told him (honestly) that Icouldn't tell him, as it would make me late for the booking and I continued getting ready.
The time came to go and meet him and as I left my apartment, right in front of me was a load of cleaning materials on a trolley. The neighbours room was being cleaned and the cleaner was busily bustling about with the door wide open. Hmmm... this may well cause a problem. I called out to the cleaner and told them not to worry about my room as I was still using it. He had a look on his list and said I wasn't due to be cleaned today, so that was one less worry. He was actually quite charming and was the stereotypical image of a Scottish man with red hair and pale skin and he had a soft voice, which I find I tend to understand a little better. He was rather sweet (gosh I'm so easily distracted lol).
Anyway, I go down the lift to greet my client and break the bad news to him, that we can't do the blindfold thing. He was not a happy bunny. I was taking him forward to go back to the room and he ushered me into a side door as he wanted to talk about it. He was talking about going up via the stairs instead, not quite understanding that it was the room next to mine that was being cleaned, so it wouldn't make any difference. He then talked about walking through the enclosed car park blindfolded, No! We agreed that I would go up the lift on my own and check to see if the cleaner was still there, I did and he was. The client decided that he would rather come back later, which was fine, but then he decided he wanted to talk more...
Now he was talking about if I would wear the blindfold and asked me to put it on for a second. I told him he can't do that here and he needs to decide if he is coming up now or coming back later, as he had already been with me for 15 minutes!!! He told me to deduct it from his time later. I asked him for a small deposit, to which he put his hand in his pocket and then brought it out again and asked me if I didn't trust him. Trust? I'd only known him 15 minutes and so far we have got no where, so no I didn't trust him. He then asked me to give him a cuddle and a snog before he went. Again in public. I said no, I told him I was professional and I would see him later and the cheeky bugger said, 'unproffessional?'. Now I new he was taking the p***.
I couldn't get away quick enough and had decided at that moment that I would not be seeing him again if he did text, which he did around lunch time. The message went unanswered.
Now, in some ways I probably shouldn't have even written this exploit into my blog, but I want you guys to realise that it is unfair to treat an escort in this way. All the time this was going on I could have been relaxing, enjoying my time away from home or with a geniune, respectful client. No escort is a piece of meat and a certain amount of respect really should be shown. You don't touch an escort until you are in a private location and the transaction has taken place. Discretion is very important. This chap could have easily got me thrown off the premises and it's a hell of a long drive back home. In future I won't be taking any crap, because I know I deserve to be treated better.
After getting back to the apartment I sat down for a little while and watched TV. The phone wasn't ringing and I was still dressed up, so I decided to take a few pictures of me on tour. I got my tripod out (oohhh mrs!) and my camera and thought about some provocative poses etc, deciding to take some full body shots and obscure my face with my hair where possible. After a little while I really got into it and was enjoying it. I'm always happy if a picture turns out well, as I can be dead fussy, so most of them get binned. In an attempt to look sexy I was getting into all different positions on the sofa, one of which involved crouching down on my boots. Please bare in mine that I am using a 10 second timer to take these shots, so pressing the button and running over to the sofa, to quickly adopt the position. On this occassion while springing back up from said crouched position I went to bring my leg forward and found my dress had attached itself to the heel of my boots. Already being in mid stand position I couldn't release it and ended up 'elegantly' collapsing on the floor in a heap, with the sound of tearing material behind me.
I'm sure I'd have made £150 on 'You've been framed' if anyone had got that shot. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I did laugh, but I was upset about my dress, as it's not easy to find wrap around dresses these days and they are so easy to use for outcalls. They look smart on the outside and allow for easy access to the inside. I also like the allowance for ample cleavage with them.
So... Tuesday hasn't been the best of days so far. A rubbish client that didn't happen and a photo shoot resulting in one of my favourite dresses being ripped. Oh joy!
By mid afternoon I decided that I should really leave the apartment. I had recieved a few calls, but nothing of any consequence and I felt it would be wrong to come all the way to Glasgow and not breathe the air or at least look at a few shops. It was raining a bit and had been raining most of the day, but it was quite fine and not too bad. I soon found lots of lovely shops and was resisting the temptation quite well until I noticed HMV. I thought it might be worth taking a look to see if they had any tunes to seduce people by as love Lily Allen as I do, she is no romantic. Oh bugger! they have some great deals on and before I know it I'm lulled into buying not one, but 4 cd's!!! I have to admit, I was quite happy with my purchases though and am looking forward to listening to them during the next part of my journey to Carlisle.
I was just about to go find some milk before going back to the apartment when I recieved a text off a client that I will be seeing on Friday. He asked me how the shopping was going and had I replaced the dress. The dress? No chance, no one will have a black wrap around dress. They aren't fashionable. I have a quick scan around and before me is an Evan's shop. Hmmm... they might have one, they do tend to do different styles to accomodate shape. I decide to have a little look (no harm in looking) but they didn't have one and I was feeling rather self righteous, that is until the lady working there told me to try Wallis next door, as they had some. I thought she must be making it up. Wallis didn't have any in Worcester when I went in a few weeks ago. I went in anyway, just in case and low and behold they had one almost identical to the one I had ripped. I tried it on (size 14 I might add) and it fitted!!! admittedly a little on the tight side, but I'm planning to lose a few pounds, so that shouldn't matter. I had to text my client back and tell him he was a bad influence on me lol. I was very happy though.
Just as I get back to the flat and start thinking about dinner the phone rings and a client would like to come over in the next half an hour. I run around like a looney tune for the next half an hour, tidying up, lighting candles, putting my new cd in the cd player and getting myself clean and sexy. He's late! haha, he had been so adament that it had to be in half an hour too and had nearly cancelled when I suggest a bit later. Never mind he finally arrives 15 mins late and I go and collect him. He pops into the shower while I get us some drinks and comes back to the lounge towel clad.
I'm not blowing my own trumpet here, but credit where credit is due (she grins) he came 4 times!!!! Seriously, in less than one hour he came 4 times with me. I love it when a man is really turned on by me and he definitely was. He was a lovely guy, very easy to get on with and we both enjoyed our time together, so things are finally starting to go right.
Just after he left and I was about to eat (again) the phone rang. This time I was asked if I could wear the same outfit that I was wearing when I took the photo's earlier. I had put a few of them up on my AW account, just hoping it might remind some people where I am lol. It worked! I was more than happy to oblige and he was kind enough to give me an hour to get ready, so my next and final appointment was for 9pm. I've never had so many showers in all my life before this tour. No wonder regualr escorts use lots of creams and things, you're body would totally dry out without them. I'm missing my hand cream more than anything. I must remember to get some more.
The client arrives and my gosh, he's a very tall 6' 5" young man (26) with a lovely smile. Needless to say I was very pleased with what I saw and happily led him to the lions den lol. We sat in the lounge for a little while and soon after decided to move across to the bedroom, which is where I was presented with 'the beast'. No word of a lie, I've never seen anything so big before in all of my life! Not just long but thick! My eyes are watering just thinking about it again. I felt a bit like I was a porn star, as you often see them devouring huge cocks that in normal life you never see, yet here I was doing exactly that. I so wish I had got a picture for my album, but I didn't want him to feel like an object and I had reacted quite shockingly to the size when I first saw it. I couldn't help myself!!! Needless to say, I tried my best to be a good sex kitten and I think he enjoyed himself, although he was a little on the quiet side. It certainly turned out to be a day to remember.
Wednesday 27th October
The room I have here is tiny compared to the apartments of the last two locations. I had no choice but to unpack, so that I could hide away my luggage and try and regain some space. I’m not sure I am enjoying the clutter, as it is too close to my normality. I like the fact that the apartments were clutter free and spacious, as I was able to pretend it would be like this at home, if I lived alone, although I doubt that very much, due to the fact that I can’t throw anything away. Still it is a nice room and the bed is far superior to the last one I had, so all in all, not bad at all.
Today is the third day of my ‘Up North’ tour. It’s been an interesting time so far and one that has, so far been quite therapeutic. I think everyone should give themselves time to be totally alone and enjoy the time they have to shake off their normal roles and responsibilities in life.
Sunday
To say that driving along the M6 to Manchester was a nightmare would be an understatement. I had been led to believe that it was doable in an hour and a half on a good day, so imagine my utter disappointment to find it took me closer to 4! The roads were very busy for a Sunday and the road works were everywhere! I new that the M6 was bad, but! It’s not something I would relish doing again I might add.
Having kind of stumbled across my apartment (the road name didn’t come up on my satnav) I was lucky enough to be able to park up on the road for free and not have to pay the extortionate rate for private parking (£11) and just paid for 2 hours in the morning. The chap at reception tried to tell me that the road pay and display started from 6 am in the morning. I’m sure he was trying to scare me into using their car park. When I did eventually check, it was as I expected and the regular 8am start. Naughty man!
The apartment was lovely. It was clean, open, fresh and very cosy. The view of Manchester from the room was delightful and kept me mesmerised for hours watching all the cars drive by with their lights flashing in the darkness. I didn’t have much interest for escorting when I first got there and eventually fairly late into the evening I got a couple of calls asking to come over late. I did say yes, but both said they would get back to me and both didn’t. I wasn’t too concerned as I wasn’t to be there long and had an early start in the morning. I amused myself better by going on cam with adultwork and chatting to some far more deserving gents.
One of the gentleman I met on aw during cam, said that he would like to see me in Glasgow, which was great, especially as he had seen me and I new he wouldn’t be disappointed when I met him. I just had to wait and see if he would follow through, so all in all not a bad start to the tour.
Monday
I woke up at 7.30am, dashed in the shower, grabbed some casual clothes and went down to the car to pay for the last two hours of my stay. When I got down there the windscreen was frozen over. It was -1, but the sky was blue and not a cloud in site. You could still see the moon in the distance and it made for a very beautiful sight. I paid the extra, put in one of my suitcases ready for the journey to Glasgow and went back up to the apartment.
I suddenly get the compulsion to take pictures of the apartment. I’m not sure why. I think I felt it was such a shame that no one had come to join me there as it was so nice. I still can’t believe how cheap it was to stay there. I suppose they must make their extra money from the parking and use of the internet (It was £8.50 to get a connection). Where I’m staying now the connection is free and doesn’t time out, far better! So, I took a few pictures, ate a couple of muller lights, watched Thomas the Tank Engine (don’t ask!) and checked my emails one final time before starting out to Glasgow.
The journey to Glasgow was far better than the one I had the day before. The motorway is a lot less built up and the scenery is a delight to behold. So much so, I found myself reaching for my camera (while driving) and taking pictures as I drove along. I know this was pretty stupid and (only a woman?) but it was in places, truly breath taking. With my eyes filled with awe of the spectacular views and Adel singing in the background and the sun shining amongst light fluffy clouds I actually found myself with tears building up. I couldn’t help it. I’m not sure if it was a moment of loneliness and wanting to share the experience or just shear joy of being a live, but for a moment I was quite over come by emotion. I think it was the latter, as I have actually been enjoying this solitary journey. I’ve come to enjoy my own company over the years.
Having stopped twice to take a break and do the things that needed to be done (such as eat). I finally arrived in Glasgow around 2pm. The journey had been delightful and it was truly over when I found myself in deep traffic going into the city centre. Back to civilization with a halt! Eventually I get onto the road that I need to be on, but could I find the apartments? Could I eck! Several times around the one way system and finally I catch a glimpse of a very small sign pointing in the direction I need to be going.
I finally park the car up and make my way up to the apartment. Wow! It’s lush! I have a large living room dining area, a hall way, a lovely modern bathroom, with beautiful piping hot water and a nice size bedroom. I have only one grump, but sadly it is a big grump. The double bed is actually 2 single beds pushed together. Why do they do that? Why do they think it is ok to do that? I hate it. Not just because it can be annoying while using the bedroom for fun, but because I like to sleep smack bang in the middle and get cosy when I sleep. I don’t want to turn in the middle of the night and find myself falling down some ditch. I hate it!!!! I’m tempted to complain, but I don’t want to draw attention to myself, so I take note and will not return.
Having settled in I take a nice hot shower and get myself ready for my first booking. I haven’t really spoken to this chap much, as I got my first text on route, which told me he had tried to ring, but with no answer and would I be available for 4.30pm. Having stopped for one of my watering breaks I replied with a yes and later he rang to confirm that we were still on. We met up and walked back to the room, had a drink, a little chat while looking around the apartment and got to know each other a little better.
The hour soon flew by and I hope he left a happier man than he arrived. We (in my opinion) got on very well and I enjoyed his company. My first Glaswegian in Glasgow :) My next appointment was with the gentleman I had spoken to on cam the evening before. He also had sent a text to confirm that he was still coming and had booked me using the aw system. Great! I put the kettle on and took a nice long shower this time. Talking of which, the shower is placed a little too low for my liking. God knows what tall people are meant to do when they want to wash their hair. It makes me wonder who installed the showers to think they put them high enough.
I dried off and sat in the lounge to watch a bit of telly while putting on fresh make up and blow drying my hair. Before I new it, time had flown by and I needed to get dressed ready to collect my next victim (I mean guest). We met again on the street and he nervously came with me. I’m not sure if it was me or if he is naturally a bit on the shy side, but he sat next to me on the sofa rather timidly. I’m not sure why I find this a bit of a turn on, but I do and I used it to my advantage and got a little bossy lol.
You know the saying, ‘it’s always the quiet ones?’ Totally right! My little pussy cat of a client, who wouldn’t have said boo to a goose when he first arrived took total advantage of the fact that I am ticklish!!!! You should have seen the look on his face when I squealed too! Pure mischief I would say. Needless to say, shyness and teasing aside we got on like a house on fire. Amazing kisser and lovely hugger and ummm… well yes he new what he was doing (as did the gent before him). I must add at this point though, that he is from Edinburgh and not a Glaswegian. Apparently it is a big mistake to get the two mixed up and I apologise for my earlier mistake *blushes*. Sadly it was time to say goodbye, but I hope that it won’t be the last time we meet.
At this point I rather happily remembered I had kfc in the fridge and wonderfully had a microwave at my disposal. I nice can of cold cider and 4 minutes later led me to a rather well earned super. A few emails later and time for a very good nights sleep.
Tuesday
What a strange start of the day! I had a call quite early on in the morning from a gentleman who had very specific ideas to what he wanted. He asked me if I had any uniforms and we agreed on the 'Secretary' look with knee high boots, as I was going to have to meet him by the door off the road. He then said he wanted me to blindfold him from the door and up into the room. He wanted a bit of tie and tease as well. I was very wary of doing anything in public, but my room was situated right next to the lift and as I hadn't seen a solitary soul yet along my corridor I agreed to blindfold him once we got into the lift and whilst upstairs by my room.
He seemed happy with this arrangement and booked me for 10am. This didn't give me much time to get ready, so I started sorting out my clothes and getting a shower etc. In the meant time he continued texting me and asking me loads of questions, till finally he asked me what I was going to do to him. I am not a fan of this type of question. I hate prescriptive sex and I always forget things, so even if I did have an idea, I would likely deviate from it, due to having forgotten a certain element. I told him (honestly) that Icouldn't tell him, as it would make me late for the booking and I continued getting ready.
The time came to go and meet him and as I left my apartment, right in front of me was a load of cleaning materials on a trolley. The neighbours room was being cleaned and the cleaner was busily bustling about with the door wide open. Hmmm... this may well cause a problem. I called out to the cleaner and told them not to worry about my room as I was still using it. He had a look on his list and said I wasn't due to be cleaned today, so that was one less worry. He was actually quite charming and was the stereotypical image of a Scottish man with red hair and pale skin and he had a soft voice, which I find I tend to understand a little better. He was rather sweet (gosh I'm so easily distracted lol).
Anyway, I go down the lift to greet my client and break the bad news to him, that we can't do the blindfold thing. He was not a happy bunny. I was taking him forward to go back to the room and he ushered me into a side door as he wanted to talk about it. He was talking about going up via the stairs instead, not quite understanding that it was the room next to mine that was being cleaned, so it wouldn't make any difference. He then talked about walking through the enclosed car park blindfolded, No! We agreed that I would go up the lift on my own and check to see if the cleaner was still there, I did and he was. The client decided that he would rather come back later, which was fine, but then he decided he wanted to talk more...
Now he was talking about if I would wear the blindfold and asked me to put it on for a second. I told him he can't do that here and he needs to decide if he is coming up now or coming back later, as he had already been with me for 15 minutes!!! He told me to deduct it from his time later. I asked him for a small deposit, to which he put his hand in his pocket and then brought it out again and asked me if I didn't trust him. Trust? I'd only known him 15 minutes and so far we have got no where, so no I didn't trust him. He then asked me to give him a cuddle and a snog before he went. Again in public. I said no, I told him I was professional and I would see him later and the cheeky bugger said, 'unproffessional?'. Now I new he was taking the p***.
I couldn't get away quick enough and had decided at that moment that I would not be seeing him again if he did text, which he did around lunch time. The message went unanswered.
Now, in some ways I probably shouldn't have even written this exploit into my blog, but I want you guys to realise that it is unfair to treat an escort in this way. All the time this was going on I could have been relaxing, enjoying my time away from home or with a geniune, respectful client. No escort is a piece of meat and a certain amount of respect really should be shown. You don't touch an escort until you are in a private location and the transaction has taken place. Discretion is very important. This chap could have easily got me thrown off the premises and it's a hell of a long drive back home. In future I won't be taking any crap, because I know I deserve to be treated better.
After getting back to the apartment I sat down for a little while and watched TV. The phone wasn't ringing and I was still dressed up, so I decided to take a few pictures of me on tour. I got my tripod out (oohhh mrs!) and my camera and thought about some provocative poses etc, deciding to take some full body shots and obscure my face with my hair where possible. After a little while I really got into it and was enjoying it. I'm always happy if a picture turns out well, as I can be dead fussy, so most of them get binned. In an attempt to look sexy I was getting into all different positions on the sofa, one of which involved crouching down on my boots. Please bare in mine that I am using a 10 second timer to take these shots, so pressing the button and running over to the sofa, to quickly adopt the position. On this occassion while springing back up from said crouched position I went to bring my leg forward and found my dress had attached itself to the heel of my boots. Already being in mid stand position I couldn't release it and ended up 'elegantly' collapsing on the floor in a heap, with the sound of tearing material behind me.
I'm sure I'd have made £150 on 'You've been framed' if anyone had got that shot. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I did laugh, but I was upset about my dress, as it's not easy to find wrap around dresses these days and they are so easy to use for outcalls. They look smart on the outside and allow for easy access to the inside. I also like the allowance for ample cleavage with them.
So... Tuesday hasn't been the best of days so far. A rubbish client that didn't happen and a photo shoot resulting in one of my favourite dresses being ripped. Oh joy!
By mid afternoon I decided that I should really leave the apartment. I had recieved a few calls, but nothing of any consequence and I felt it would be wrong to come all the way to Glasgow and not breathe the air or at least look at a few shops. It was raining a bit and had been raining most of the day, but it was quite fine and not too bad. I soon found lots of lovely shops and was resisting the temptation quite well until I noticed HMV. I thought it might be worth taking a look to see if they had any tunes to seduce people by as love Lily Allen as I do, she is no romantic. Oh bugger! they have some great deals on and before I know it I'm lulled into buying not one, but 4 cd's!!! I have to admit, I was quite happy with my purchases though and am looking forward to listening to them during the next part of my journey to Carlisle.
I was just about to go find some milk before going back to the apartment when I recieved a text off a client that I will be seeing on Friday. He asked me how the shopping was going and had I replaced the dress. The dress? No chance, no one will have a black wrap around dress. They aren't fashionable. I have a quick scan around and before me is an Evan's shop. Hmmm... they might have one, they do tend to do different styles to accomodate shape. I decide to have a little look (no harm in looking) but they didn't have one and I was feeling rather self righteous, that is until the lady working there told me to try Wallis next door, as they had some. I thought she must be making it up. Wallis didn't have any in Worcester when I went in a few weeks ago. I went in anyway, just in case and low and behold they had one almost identical to the one I had ripped. I tried it on (size 14 I might add) and it fitted!!! admittedly a little on the tight side, but I'm planning to lose a few pounds, so that shouldn't matter. I had to text my client back and tell him he was a bad influence on me lol. I was very happy though.
Just as I get back to the flat and start thinking about dinner the phone rings and a client would like to come over in the next half an hour. I run around like a looney tune for the next half an hour, tidying up, lighting candles, putting my new cd in the cd player and getting myself clean and sexy. He's late! haha, he had been so adament that it had to be in half an hour too and had nearly cancelled when I suggest a bit later. Never mind he finally arrives 15 mins late and I go and collect him. He pops into the shower while I get us some drinks and comes back to the lounge towel clad.
I'm not blowing my own trumpet here, but credit where credit is due (she grins) he came 4 times!!!! Seriously, in less than one hour he came 4 times with me. I love it when a man is really turned on by me and he definitely was. He was a lovely guy, very easy to get on with and we both enjoyed our time together, so things are finally starting to go right.
Just after he left and I was about to eat (again) the phone rang. This time I was asked if I could wear the same outfit that I was wearing when I took the photo's earlier. I had put a few of them up on my AW account, just hoping it might remind some people where I am lol. It worked! I was more than happy to oblige and he was kind enough to give me an hour to get ready, so my next and final appointment was for 9pm. I've never had so many showers in all my life before this tour. No wonder regualr escorts use lots of creams and things, you're body would totally dry out without them. I'm missing my hand cream more than anything. I must remember to get some more.
The client arrives and my gosh, he's a very tall 6' 5" young man (26) with a lovely smile. Needless to say I was very pleased with what I saw and happily led him to the lions den lol. We sat in the lounge for a little while and soon after decided to move across to the bedroom, which is where I was presented with 'the beast'. No word of a lie, I've never seen anything so big before in all of my life! Not just long but thick! My eyes are watering just thinking about it again. I felt a bit like I was a porn star, as you often see them devouring huge cocks that in normal life you never see, yet here I was doing exactly that. I so wish I had got a picture for my album, but I didn't want him to feel like an object and I had reacted quite shockingly to the size when I first saw it. I couldn't help myself!!! Needless to say, I tried my best to be a good sex kitten and I think he enjoyed himself, although he was a little on the quiet side. It certainly turned out to be a day to remember.
This morning I left my beloved apartment in Glasgow Carlisle . The weather was dry, so a fairly easy drive, although the roads were rather busy. The sky was an absolute delight with a deep blue back ground peppered with fluffy clouds and once again I found myself feeling rather content with life.
The journey into Carlisle was fairly easy, sadly I can’t say the same for finding my place of residents for the next 2 nights. I appeared to be going round in circles and getting no where and this lasted for close on a full hour. For some reason I couldn’t get through to the hotel, so I ended up abandoning my vehicle and setting out on foot to find my way. Thankfully I was quite close and it was more a matter of misleading road signs than me not being able to follow instruction (don’t doubt me on this one).
The room I have here is tiny compared to the apartments of the last two locations. I had no choice but to unpack, so that I could hide away my luggage and try and regain some space. I’m not sure I am enjoying the clutter, as it is too close to my normality. I like the fact that the apartments were clutter free and spacious, as I was able to pretend it would be like this at home, if I lived alone, although I doubt that very much, due to the fact that I can’t throw anything away. Still it is a nice room and the bed is far superior to the last one I had, so all in all, not bad at all.
Just after I found a booking on AW. I was a little puzzled as I hadn’t been contacted and I wasn’t sure if the person new I had left Glasgow Edinburgh
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I was starting to flag a bit at this point. I’m not used to working every day, as my usual pattern of life only allows for one to three bookings a week, instead of this now one to three bookings a day. I wasn’t sure if I was looking forward to another young man and for three hours, but it would have been foolish to turn work away, so I ran myself a nice hot bath and had a long soak.
After some time of getting lost (yep I wasn’t the only one), my client finally arrived. We sat and had a drink for a little while until I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer and had to confess to him that he looked the spit of my first (long term) boyfriend and not only that, he was the man I lost my virginity too. At the time I was besotted with him, but he played rather a dirty trick on me and left me rather heart broken. Needless to say, being confronted with a slightly better ‘lookalike’ where time had stopped still (I had aged, but he had not) was a rather horny situation to be in. He didn’t seem to mind and if anything seemed rather pleased with the revelation.
What came to follow was nearly non stop kissing, touching, sucking and fucking for three hours!!! I don’t know how I coped, but I was reluctant to stop even when the three hours were up. This may have been influenced slightly by the fact another client of mine had suggested I test something out. I had been given 2 tablets some time ago as a freebie in the nature of Viagra. I had never taken anything like that, but he suggested I should take one during my next booking to see what it is like. I mentioned this to my guest and he was up for it, so we both took one. I can’t tell you how it felt for him, but I lost count of orgasms after 15 and I’m not talking little ones, but full on mind blowing ones. Would I take one again? Hell yes! Hehe
Needless to say the meeting went well and we both parted with huge smiles on our faces. I flopped back into bed and fell asleep. The shower will have to wait until the morning, I have no energy left!
Thursday
Oh dear! I woke up this morning with a banging headache (pardon the pun) and feeling like my body was aching all over. I didn't feel like I had got any sleep at all, where in reality it was probably about 6 hours. I decided to get my head back down and get some more sleep. I woke up around 8am with the phone going. Could I take a booking for 10am? Good question, could I? Given my current state I decided it would not be wise and would certainly be unfair for the poor person expecting some light hearted fun. I just didn't think I would be able to do it, so I told him I was busy, which I was in respect of trying to recharge my batteries.
I think I finally got up around midday, still nursing a headache. Be warned people. I'm pretty sure the headache was a result of those tablets I took the night before. It wasn't the worsed headache in the world, more of a mild annoying one, but with the tiredness and the aching, probably not the best thing. I would advise to use it, when you know you have no great plans the next day. That way it won't be too hard to deal with. I decided to have a look around the Carlisle shops and see if I could find any more habidashery shops (It's my secret love! I love creativity and am always looking for inspiration in new materials and trinkets). Happily before it started raining I managed to find a gorgeous shop, with two floors. It was a creaky old building with little cavernous rooms and little old ladies running it. Quite a delight for someone like myself.
As I hadn't yet eaten I decided to treat myself to fish and chips for a late lunch and took it back to the room. I was in the middle of devouring this gorgeous naughty food when the phone rang. I was asked if I could be available for 4pm for some role play. He wanted me to be a Secretary and it was for just one hour. All things concidered having eaten and had some fresh air, I thought this might be good fun, so I agreed. It was around 2.40pm, so I had plenty of time to get myself ready. I got out the clothes that I needed to wear and lay them out on the bed. I put my computer on one table and put it on to my aw account, which I was going to present as my cv and lay out the tea and coffee on another table. I then decided to take a half an hour nap, to try and shake off the headache.
Everything was in place. I was dressed for fun, with my hair tied back and make up on. I had a white blouse with a red necklace, very short woollen black skirt, stockings, suspenders and bright red patent open toe heels. I even put the kettle on in advance so I could pour my potential employer (I was going for an interview scenario) a cup of tea or coffee when he arrived.
4pm came and 4pm went, by 8 minutes past I realised he wasn't going to come. Just as I was about to text him and ask if he was having a problem the phone rings and I am being asked who I am? Ummm... you ran me? How late can I do incalls? Where did you find me? On the internet! So, you know who I am and what time I am working to? I admit I wasn't in the best mood and as he was asking all the questions that were on the profile and dismissing the fact it states I stop work at 10pm (as though asking me would get a different result) I told him I was busy and hung up. I then sent a text to the missing client who never replied.
I don't understand why people do that? Why book someone and then just not turn up? Ok, life has it's twists and turns and sometimes you find yourself in a position where you can't get out of it, but he had only booked me an hour and a half previously and could have sent a small discrete text with an apology? Since he decided not to do me that curtousy I have now black listed him and passed his information on to ladies I know who do work this area. You might think it sounds harsh, but I sent him 2 messages and waited a full hour before doing this. It's such a shame that it is so easy to swap sim cards these days, as I'm sure he'll just get a new pay as you go and continue mucking people about with no regard or respect.
As it is I am a firm believer in fate and decided it was for the best for me. I needed a day off and once I had established my time was now my own I changed into my cosy nighty and began to really relax. I fell asleep at just gone 9pm and slept soundly until around 12pm. When I woke up the headache had lifted and I felt so much better. I ended up having soup and bread at 2am in the morning. It was rather nice and feeling fed and watered I wearily fell back asleep until 7am. All in all a good nights sleep!
Would I come back to Carlisle? Considering the one person I met here was from Edinburgh and I can see him again in Glasgow... No probably not. The hotel room was small, the heating too hot and generally too noisy with slamming old fashioned lift doors and generators. The room was full of clashing patterns as well, which some people might like, but it's not for me at all. I think next time I may well drive by and keep going!
Friday - 29th October
On my way to Chester and the weather is not so good. It's raining and overcast and all of a sudden the world seems more enclosed and a little claustrophobic. The drive is fairly swift until I hit traffic on the M6, which sets me back a good 40 minutes. Once on the M54 everything was nice and easy again and I made good time, being in the hotel for just after 1pm.
The room is cosy. It's bigger than the room I had before and it has a larger bed too. I'm very impressed with the bed size and hopefully will have a lot of fun on it. I've already had one booking with a handsome man, who was a little stressed out with life at the moment and was relieved to get some pleasure before going off to work. I was certainly happy to oblige. I have to admit it was long enough to get me in the mood, but not enough to satisfy me, so I am truely hoping that someone else is keen to meet me this evening. I had to masturbate yesterday, I surely won't need to do it again? we will see...
Wow, I love Chester!!! I had my first booking at 4.30pm and he was a lovely man with a cheeky smile. Her certainly loved my skills and I had my mouth full very quickly. I can't remember the last time I had so much in my mouth! A few hours later I had my second booking with a young chap who had come over from North Wales. He was very naughty and had great finger action. I have to admit, I'm was a little bit surprised when he shot over my face and into my eye (eek!) but it was a rather horny site until I remembered to close my eyes lol.
I have noticed during this tour that all bar one client adores having their balls massaged. Thankfully most have been well trimmed or shaved too, which makes it so much easier to do and I love doing it and looking at the reaction on their faces. It's good to know what you are doing is enjoyed and there is plenty of evidence of that.
I got a good nights sleep, with the lights out by 10.30pm, ready for an early start tomorrow. I'm going to do a spot of shopping in the morning and hopefully finish the tour with a blast, as who knows the next time I will be free for escorting and I'm still feeling horny lol. Fingers crossed I get some bookings x
Saturday - 30th October
My alarm went off for 7.30am to tell me to get up for breakfast. This is the first stop I have had where a cooked breakfast is included and there was no way I was going to miss it. I was up and ready to go by ten past eight and really glad I went. With a tummy full of bacon, sausage, eggs and I even tried a bit of black pudding I was set for the rest of the day.
My first appointment today was for 10am, so I went back to my room and had a lovely hot shower, decided on the red satin nighty and matching dressing gown. I'm sure there are pictures of me somewhere in my gallery wearing it. I put some make up on, brushed my hair and was ready prompt on 10am. My guest arrived a couple of minutes late, apparently it was difficult to find a working hole in the wall, but thankfully he managed just in the nic of time.
What a lovely way to start the day! Much to my surprise he had been reading this blog and had taken note of what I liked. If only everyone did the same!!! lol. He was amazing at reverse oral and fingering and I'm happy to say made me cum twice before finally cumming himself during doggie. I can not think of a better way to start the day and to top it all the sun is shining!
I'm off to the shops now to see if I can get anything suitable for Christmas presents for the family. I'm told my son isn't feeling too well, but he was happy for me not to go home until tomorrow, so I would like to buy him something to thank him for being so mature and grown up. We haven't long had the relationship where I can leave him by himself and trust him to be sensible, so every time I go away and he doesn't abuse my trust is a cap in his bow for me and confirmation that I'm not doing the wrong thing by him. I love him very much.
No bookings yet for this evening, so it would be nice to get a call or two. Two more would be ideal to finish the tour, but one would make me happy. I'm not sure what it is like on Saturdays, as I can't normally do them, so I will have to wait and see.
I had a couple of calls, one of which from a gent who found me on AW, but forgot to look at my rates. When I told him £90 for half an hour and £140 for an hour he went kind of quiet. He then confessed he forgot to look at the rates and didn't realise how high they would be. I told him I would not be offended if he decided not to book me. He said he was looking for an hour at £100. Now, considering I have been escorting for the best part of a year now and have great feedback that says I'm doing a good job and charged £110 from the off for one hour, I really didn't think I should feel obliged to accomodate his budget and explained my reasons why. He then insisted it was not the money, he just wanted to be sure he would get a good service. Surely 59 items of feedback and 10 items of FRs from various sources is some indication? He said he would get back to me, but I new he wouldn't and I was right.
I decided to take a shower and get cosy for an evenings entertainment in front of the box. I love Satuday evenings with watching celebrities dancing, Merlin and Xfactor. I know that makes me a saddo, but a happy saddo at that. Then at just gone 10pm I get a text and an email on AW asking me if I can do an incall. Normally I would say no after ten, but it was my last night and it had been quiet workwise and he had good feedback so I agreed. He must have been with me within 10 minutes, it was so quick. Thank goodness I had the shower earlier and didn't need to put much on lol. I found a black lacey number, to go with some fishnet stockings and my red satin gown and red heels, a little bit of red lippy and I was ready.
I'm not sure if it is a northern thing, but I've never seen so many big cocks since I have been escorting. The majority have been well over the average and I've had to use loads of my Xtra large skins condoms, which I was starting to wonder if I had wasted my money buying. I've always learned that the thing about big hands and feet equally big cock is not necessarily true. Two of the guys with big cocks were average height and similar to myself and one had smaller hands than I did. They were both large! I have been really spoilt.
In all honesty tonight and the tour could not have finished on a better note. I enjoyed play partner for the evening who was both tender and demanding. He had loads of stamina and kept going for the whole time we were together, both our legs were shaky by the end (in a good way) and so my tour is brought to an end and tomorrow I will be driving back home with a smile and many happy memories.
I'm not sure when my next tour will be, but I do hope it won't be too long before I can spend some time in one of my two chosen come back tours, which would be either Glasgow or Chester, or I may give Edinburgh a try, since 2 of my favourite people came from there.
If anyone I met on this trip is reading this. May I take the opportunity to thank you for making this time a success and tonnes more fun than I had ever imagined. It was a pleasure meeting you and for those I didn't manage to meet this time, please keep a check on either my profile or my blog and maybe next time we will get together.
Thursday
Oh dear! I woke up this morning with a banging headache (pardon the pun) and feeling like my body was aching all over. I didn't feel like I had got any sleep at all, where in reality it was probably about 6 hours. I decided to get my head back down and get some more sleep. I woke up around 8am with the phone going. Could I take a booking for 10am? Good question, could I? Given my current state I decided it would not be wise and would certainly be unfair for the poor person expecting some light hearted fun. I just didn't think I would be able to do it, so I told him I was busy, which I was in respect of trying to recharge my batteries.
I think I finally got up around midday, still nursing a headache. Be warned people. I'm pretty sure the headache was a result of those tablets I took the night before. It wasn't the worsed headache in the world, more of a mild annoying one, but with the tiredness and the aching, probably not the best thing. I would advise to use it, when you know you have no great plans the next day. That way it won't be too hard to deal with. I decided to have a look around the Carlisle shops and see if I could find any more habidashery shops (It's my secret love! I love creativity and am always looking for inspiration in new materials and trinkets). Happily before it started raining I managed to find a gorgeous shop, with two floors. It was a creaky old building with little cavernous rooms and little old ladies running it. Quite a delight for someone like myself.
As I hadn't yet eaten I decided to treat myself to fish and chips for a late lunch and took it back to the room. I was in the middle of devouring this gorgeous naughty food when the phone rang. I was asked if I could be available for 4pm for some role play. He wanted me to be a Secretary and it was for just one hour. All things concidered having eaten and had some fresh air, I thought this might be good fun, so I agreed. It was around 2.40pm, so I had plenty of time to get myself ready. I got out the clothes that I needed to wear and lay them out on the bed. I put my computer on one table and put it on to my aw account, which I was going to present as my cv and lay out the tea and coffee on another table. I then decided to take a half an hour nap, to try and shake off the headache.
Everything was in place. I was dressed for fun, with my hair tied back and make up on. I had a white blouse with a red necklace, very short woollen black skirt, stockings, suspenders and bright red patent open toe heels. I even put the kettle on in advance so I could pour my potential employer (I was going for an interview scenario) a cup of tea or coffee when he arrived.
4pm came and 4pm went, by 8 minutes past I realised he wasn't going to come. Just as I was about to text him and ask if he was having a problem the phone rings and I am being asked who I am? Ummm... you ran me? How late can I do incalls? Where did you find me? On the internet! So, you know who I am and what time I am working to? I admit I wasn't in the best mood and as he was asking all the questions that were on the profile and dismissing the fact it states I stop work at 10pm (as though asking me would get a different result) I told him I was busy and hung up. I then sent a text to the missing client who never replied.
I don't understand why people do that? Why book someone and then just not turn up? Ok, life has it's twists and turns and sometimes you find yourself in a position where you can't get out of it, but he had only booked me an hour and a half previously and could have sent a small discrete text with an apology? Since he decided not to do me that curtousy I have now black listed him and passed his information on to ladies I know who do work this area. You might think it sounds harsh, but I sent him 2 messages and waited a full hour before doing this. It's such a shame that it is so easy to swap sim cards these days, as I'm sure he'll just get a new pay as you go and continue mucking people about with no regard or respect.
As it is I am a firm believer in fate and decided it was for the best for me. I needed a day off and once I had established my time was now my own I changed into my cosy nighty and began to really relax. I fell asleep at just gone 9pm and slept soundly until around 12pm. When I woke up the headache had lifted and I felt so much better. I ended up having soup and bread at 2am in the morning. It was rather nice and feeling fed and watered I wearily fell back asleep until 7am. All in all a good nights sleep!
Would I come back to Carlisle? Considering the one person I met here was from Edinburgh and I can see him again in Glasgow... No probably not. The hotel room was small, the heating too hot and generally too noisy with slamming old fashioned lift doors and generators. The room was full of clashing patterns as well, which some people might like, but it's not for me at all. I think next time I may well drive by and keep going!
Friday - 29th October
On my way to Chester and the weather is not so good. It's raining and overcast and all of a sudden the world seems more enclosed and a little claustrophobic. The drive is fairly swift until I hit traffic on the M6, which sets me back a good 40 minutes. Once on the M54 everything was nice and easy again and I made good time, being in the hotel for just after 1pm.
The room is cosy. It's bigger than the room I had before and it has a larger bed too. I'm very impressed with the bed size and hopefully will have a lot of fun on it. I've already had one booking with a handsome man, who was a little stressed out with life at the moment and was relieved to get some pleasure before going off to work. I was certainly happy to oblige. I have to admit it was long enough to get me in the mood, but not enough to satisfy me, so I am truely hoping that someone else is keen to meet me this evening. I had to masturbate yesterday, I surely won't need to do it again? we will see...
Wow, I love Chester!!! I had my first booking at 4.30pm and he was a lovely man with a cheeky smile. Her certainly loved my skills and I had my mouth full very quickly. I can't remember the last time I had so much in my mouth! A few hours later I had my second booking with a young chap who had come over from North Wales. He was very naughty and had great finger action. I have to admit, I'm was a little bit surprised when he shot over my face and into my eye (eek!) but it was a rather horny site until I remembered to close my eyes lol.
I have noticed during this tour that all bar one client adores having their balls massaged. Thankfully most have been well trimmed or shaved too, which makes it so much easier to do and I love doing it and looking at the reaction on their faces. It's good to know what you are doing is enjoyed and there is plenty of evidence of that.
I got a good nights sleep, with the lights out by 10.30pm, ready for an early start tomorrow. I'm going to do a spot of shopping in the morning and hopefully finish the tour with a blast, as who knows the next time I will be free for escorting and I'm still feeling horny lol. Fingers crossed I get some bookings x
Saturday - 30th October
My alarm went off for 7.30am to tell me to get up for breakfast. This is the first stop I have had where a cooked breakfast is included and there was no way I was going to miss it. I was up and ready to go by ten past eight and really glad I went. With a tummy full of bacon, sausage, eggs and I even tried a bit of black pudding I was set for the rest of the day.
My first appointment today was for 10am, so I went back to my room and had a lovely hot shower, decided on the red satin nighty and matching dressing gown. I'm sure there are pictures of me somewhere in my gallery wearing it. I put some make up on, brushed my hair and was ready prompt on 10am. My guest arrived a couple of minutes late, apparently it was difficult to find a working hole in the wall, but thankfully he managed just in the nic of time.
What a lovely way to start the day! Much to my surprise he had been reading this blog and had taken note of what I liked. If only everyone did the same!!! lol. He was amazing at reverse oral and fingering and I'm happy to say made me cum twice before finally cumming himself during doggie. I can not think of a better way to start the day and to top it all the sun is shining!
I'm off to the shops now to see if I can get anything suitable for Christmas presents for the family. I'm told my son isn't feeling too well, but he was happy for me not to go home until tomorrow, so I would like to buy him something to thank him for being so mature and grown up. We haven't long had the relationship where I can leave him by himself and trust him to be sensible, so every time I go away and he doesn't abuse my trust is a cap in his bow for me and confirmation that I'm not doing the wrong thing by him. I love him very much.
No bookings yet for this evening, so it would be nice to get a call or two. Two more would be ideal to finish the tour, but one would make me happy. I'm not sure what it is like on Saturdays, as I can't normally do them, so I will have to wait and see.
I had a couple of calls, one of which from a gent who found me on AW, but forgot to look at my rates. When I told him £90 for half an hour and £140 for an hour he went kind of quiet. He then confessed he forgot to look at the rates and didn't realise how high they would be. I told him I would not be offended if he decided not to book me. He said he was looking for an hour at £100. Now, considering I have been escorting for the best part of a year now and have great feedback that says I'm doing a good job and charged £110 from the off for one hour, I really didn't think I should feel obliged to accomodate his budget and explained my reasons why. He then insisted it was not the money, he just wanted to be sure he would get a good service. Surely 59 items of feedback and 10 items of FRs from various sources is some indication? He said he would get back to me, but I new he wouldn't and I was right.
I decided to take a shower and get cosy for an evenings entertainment in front of the box. I love Satuday evenings with watching celebrities dancing, Merlin and Xfactor. I know that makes me a saddo, but a happy saddo at that. Then at just gone 10pm I get a text and an email on AW asking me if I can do an incall. Normally I would say no after ten, but it was my last night and it had been quiet workwise and he had good feedback so I agreed. He must have been with me within 10 minutes, it was so quick. Thank goodness I had the shower earlier and didn't need to put much on lol. I found a black lacey number, to go with some fishnet stockings and my red satin gown and red heels, a little bit of red lippy and I was ready.
I'm not sure if it is a northern thing, but I've never seen so many big cocks since I have been escorting. The majority have been well over the average and I've had to use loads of my Xtra large skins condoms, which I was starting to wonder if I had wasted my money buying. I've always learned that the thing about big hands and feet equally big cock is not necessarily true. Two of the guys with big cocks were average height and similar to myself and one had smaller hands than I did. They were both large! I have been really spoilt.
In all honesty tonight and the tour could not have finished on a better note. I enjoyed play partner for the evening who was both tender and demanding. He had loads of stamina and kept going for the whole time we were together, both our legs were shaky by the end (in a good way) and so my tour is brought to an end and tomorrow I will be driving back home with a smile and many happy memories.
I'm not sure when my next tour will be, but I do hope it won't be too long before I can spend some time in one of my two chosen come back tours, which would be either Glasgow or Chester, or I may give Edinburgh a try, since 2 of my favourite people came from there.
If anyone I met on this trip is reading this. May I take the opportunity to thank you for making this time a success and tonnes more fun than I had ever imagined. It was a pleasure meeting you and for those I didn't manage to meet this time, please keep a check on either my profile or my blog and maybe next time we will get together.
Saturday, 18 September 2010
My Sweet Oxford
On the 17th I went to Oxford
After a nice hot shower, I rough dried my hair (I have a natural wave in my hair, so never spend hours with hot irons, as I love the wild look it has) I put on what I call my ‘day time’ make up. Just a light application, blusher, eyeliner and pale glossy lipstick then, I’m all ready to go.
It is at this point I notice that I’m a few minutes late and hurry myself down the stairs, suitcase in hand to get into my vehicle, oops I’ve forgotten the satnav, run back up stairs pick up the satnav and back to the vehicle, oops, where is the satnav holder? The realisation crosses my mind that I have left it with a friend and without it I won’t have enough power in the Tomtom to get me all the way to where I am going. Thankfully I quickly put plan B into action, back into the house and pick up my old Garmin satnav, hooray, all is saved and I’m still only 10 mins late starting out.
Off I trundle, roughly in the direction of where I am going. Now, I don’t know if it was the quickest route or not, but my lovely satnav took me through Evesham, The Cotswolds, Stow on the Wold, near Burford and where it would take me around an hour and 5 mins to get to Witney this journey took me the best part of 2 hours!!!! I was meant to be at the Trout Inn at and finally arrived at , OMG!
I hate being late, so although my partner for lunch was very understanding and relaxed, it took me some time to forgive myself. Now here is something that you might not know. This beautiful venue is famous for being used through out the series of Inspector Morse. Have a look here for full details http://www.oxfordrestaurantguide.co.uk/trout_inn/ It is the most beautiful of buildings, very well presented inside, rather rustic, but very clean, solid pieces of wood for tables, it looks built to last and has a glorious out door area right by the river. Sadly where it had been sunny when I set out, by the time I had arrived there it was cloudy and over cast.
Weather aside, I greeted my friend and we went in together, found a nice leather sofa to sit on and discussed the journey I just completed. We then set about the menu, which to say the least is extensive. It was a little hard to get my head round, as it was still buzzing from all the beautiful sites I had seen coming through the Cotswolds. Finally I decided on the rib eye steak. All I can say is, how can beef taste so different when it is cooked well? Seriously, I don’t know where they source their meat from, but compared to the beef you can buy in the supermarkets (which is often tasteless) this was oozing with flavour and just the right texture and colour for me. It was truly sensational and even more spectacular, the waitress that served us, did it without writing anything down. She totally memorised our order. A lovely girl.
It was then time to leave and part company. A kiss on the cheek and a big thank you and off I went to my hotel ready for my first booking.
I found the hotel fairly easy and got there half an hour before my first booking, so was a little pushed for time, but it was doable. There was no queue, so I thought it would be a simple transaction of booking in. Sadly not! The receptionist could not find me in the booking system and I hadn’t printed off the booking, which I had made on line. *make note to self, always make a copy or write down the booking reference*. Thankfully she believed me and I did have my computer with me, so new I would be able to confirm it once I was in the room. She sent me up stairs (no lift) and I have a heavy bag and… oops! The room is in the middle of being cleaned. Back downstairs, an apology and another room. Now this is more like it. I have been upgraded and it’s lovely. I have everything I could possibly need here.
The phone rings! My client has arrived early. I apologise that I need a little more time and ask them to wait until the agreed time and then run around like a headless chicken getting myself ready, sorting out the room and generally panicking. I hear a light rap at the door and there stands a rather agreeably good looking gent, who I imagine is in his 30s. What a great start to my working day! We talk a little and he impresses me with his conversation. I love men that have the guts to do things and this man is one of those. We kiss and discover that we kiss in exactly the same way, which is always a big turn on and the rest… is between me and him.
Soon after my first guest leaves I am contacted by my next guest, who happened to be my dinner date. What a lovely gentleman he is. I had thoroughly enjoyed his company earlier that day, so was looking forward to meeting him again. I decided it was time for a change in dress, so after a quick shower I put on a silver sparkly evening dress with stockings and suspenders. This was definitely not the Kate that he had been having lunch with, but a seductress that would be feeding off him and not with him! We had so much fun the one hour, spread over to two. I don’t know where the time went to, but we were having so much fun I don’t think either of us wanted it to end.
My next (and what was meant to be my final meet) was set for . Unfortunately it was gone and I still hadn’t heard from him. I had seen this chap before, but only the once, so was kind of thinking that I may be bringing my time in Oxfordshire to a close at this point, when the phone rang. A client I had seen last time I visited had noticed I was back and would like to see me. I explained that I may have an appointment, so needed to wait and see what would happen first. ‘That’s fine’ he said, I’ll be there for . Pretty convinced I would be spending the interim on my own I agreed. However, a text comes through saying the client will be 5 mins late. Omg! I’ve now got 2 back to back bookings! I’ve never done this before, but as it was 2 gents I had met before, I felt that I could manage.
This time I’m dressing as ‘sexy secretary’. I have to admit that I do look rather sexy. I have a fairly curvy figure anyway, but with the underbust corset accentuating my waist; it really does make me look hour glass. Being a woman can be so rewarding sometimes. I love dressing up! My client arrives albeit a little fluster and frustrated with public transport, but none the less here he is. I explain the situation to him, apologies profusely, as I don’t normally clock watch and am happy for clients to leave in their own time as a rule, but on this occasion, we will have to stop promptly. He is very understanding and I promise him I’ll give him the extra time back on the next visit, plus a little more. I have to say, I know a lot of punters don’t understand why gentlemen have regulars, but in this case the meet was definitely better than the first. We just seemed to gel better, it was more fluid and I think maybe he was less shy than the last time. He has a gorgeous flat stomach that I particularly like and I don’t think he fully appreciates what a lovely figure he has. I certainly do!
Alas our time is over and on checking the phone I have one missed call. Phone back on to sound and soon another call comes through. 5 minutes please! A kiss goodbye to the last client and a quick wash in the shower, the fastest change of clothes in my life (have you ever tried to put stockings and suspenders on when you are still a little damp?) It’s not easy lol and a rat-tat at the door.
That’s who it was! This gentleman I had met at my last visit to Oxford
Sadly the end of the evening came all too soon and smacked me on the bottom. I don’t think either of us was really ready for it, but I had to try and get home before , so there was no getting out of it. We parted company with lots of hugs and kisses and I hope it won’t be too long before I can organise my next visit and fingers crossed see some of these lovely gentleman again. I’m not sure if I could see four in one day on a regular basis, it is my first time, but we will see how it goes.
I gathered all my things together, managed to leave my car keys in the hotel room after leaving it, which meant I woke up the receptionist, doh! Made some lame excuse about having to sort my son out, therefore leaving early (I don’t know why I feel I need to make up excuses, but I do!) and left for home, via the Chinese takeaway, which I made to with 3 minutes to spare, before closing.
My son then phoned me up asking if he could sleep over at his friends, instead of coming home as agreed for . Aaaahhhhh!!! All that driving like a maniac to get home before him and he didn’t come home anyway! The things we have to do to try and keep a sense of normality lol. Still, it meant I didn’t have to share the Chinese, or hide my suit case or explain where I had just been, so all is well that ends well.
I’m writing this at the following morning. My brain is buzzing, my body is still tired, but I’m a very happy girl and even more so since with the help of my last client, I was able to come up with the new name of ‘curvaceouskate’. It’s a long one as ‘curvy kate’ was already taken, but to be honest, I think I prefer Curvaceous Kate. It describes me well and you have to be able to spell to find me lol. I think this will be the name for keeps, so I hope you like it.
Wednesday, 1 September 2010
Burlesque Show
Worcester Cathedral, not far from the Theatre
What a brilliant night we had on Monday. A bank holiday with no rain!!!! It had to turn out to be a good day.
The Swan Theatre
One of my girlfriends very kindly booked tickets for the Worcester Goddesses to go to the local theatre and watch the Burlesque Show.
On arriving we piled into the bar and bought our pre-performance drinks and finally took our seats. We were sat in the second row from the front and most of the time they were very good, although the guy sat in front of me was very TALL!
The curtains opened and the evening began with a song. The host for the evening was a lady in her early 30s with dark hair in a pony tail; she was slim and had a look of Lily Allen about her. She came across as very confident and made little jokes about Worcester and Worcester sauce. She certainly had her work cut out for her as there was very little response from the audience to begin with, apart from a few hecklers lol. She tried to get us into the mood and encouraged us to, 'ooohhh' and 'aahhh' and say, 'saucy' if it got a bit steamy (which it did). Then she led us to the first performance.
I couldn't believe that it was half time already, as the first three performances were really good. We had a lady who was very young and slim come on with an umbrella with silver strands of paper all around it like rain. She teased us with her 'naked arm' coming in and out and then took this black thing off revealing the silhouette of a corseted body. The strands were pulled away and she danced with the umbrella, and then lay on a chair where she took off her stockings. I'm sure you can guess the rest.
The next lady was French and she came on dressed in the Renaissance period, but playing a keyboard? Of course she wasn't really playing it, but her timing was excellent and she really got the acting going well with a completely straight serious face and now and again a cheeky look at the audience as she started to take of the layers from satin gloves onward. She again, was very slim and had a beautiful profile (bitch!) although I have to say I do prefer my boob’s lol.
This is the French Dancer
The next lady was somewhat older. Obviously a dancer as she was so slim, but her face gave her age away. She did a number from Chicago, which got me wriggling in my seat and had an amazing voice, so she was quickly forgiven for not being young lol. Of course she put me and the girls to shame with her figure and I may pop down to the gym again when I get back off tour lol. I even had a salad for dinner last night, not that it had anything to do with it - honest! Then it was time to pounce to the ladies and back to the bar for our second and final drink.
Everyone in the bar seemed to be enjoying themselves, which was nice as they were the most unlikely crowd of people. Apparently the show had sold out very quickly, which kind of makes you wonder, just how big is Burlesque these days? Seriously there was a huge middle age to aging crowd in the Theatre with a few groups of ladies in their late 20s and 30s attempting to dress up. I had a lot of compliments on both my under bust corset and my mini hat (which I had made myself), which was nice. I had gone for the pinstripe look; fairly formal, but still sexy at the bust line.
We herded back into the auditorium and sat down ready to have our eyes feasted again. However, this time it started with 'Piff the Dragon'. Apparently his brother was Puff! Out came this short pan faced guy wearing a dragon costume, with a little designer dog in his hand. He was kind of a cross between a comedian and a magician. He was actually quite funny and there was a bit of audience participation that was good to see. There was a lady called Bex who went on to the stage for one of the magic acts and although it looked quite simple (involving spongy little rabbits in ever increasing numbers), it was definitely funny.
After this the host came back on stage again and dragged three girls up to show them a few moves. I felt that this was just going through the motions a bit and buying some more time for the acts, but I guess it was light hearted and fun. The three girls that volunteered to come up were nice enough, although one of them really fancied herself. She was painfully thin with a blue dress on and had dressed in the style of the 50s from head to toe. Sadly for her she lacked any sex appeal and the way she was paying so much attention to how she looked made her grinding and thrusting (yes you heard me right) look very stiff and gangly, yet the two girls next to her, who were very much the 'girl next door look' were really going for it and looked great.
The next three acts began. We had a girl dressed up as a man in builder’s fluorescents with tools. It was a really fun act and very sexy, lots of fun. There was another version of the keyboard playing, by the French lady and finally another act from our more mature singing lady. By this time the whole crowd were really into the show and there were lots of 'sauces' being shouted and 'oohhss' and 'aahhhss' a great atmosphere. I really don't think anyone was ready to go. I know I wasn't, but having said that, they do say, always leave them wanting more and they certainly did do that.
Now of course I feel the need to buy a couple of huge fan feathers and learn how to do a fan dance. If anyone has any a pair of red or black ones please.
Kate x
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