delve a little deeper....
Yesterday I received some horrible news about a friend of mine. She worked under the name Lovelyslut and I 'met' her originally in the Punternet chat room. She passed away in her sleep the previous night leaving behind a 13 year old daughter. She was only 43. I don't really know any more details but as you can imagine I was very shocked and saddened by the news.
As well as chatting regularly I met her a couple of times, the first time to see a show by a former working girl and then a few days later when she came to see me for a threesome with the lover. We had great fun that night. The intention was for her to dominate me- she was an excellent domme, but unlike many in the domme scene she was into the sensual and sex part too. This made her very popular with chaps who enjoyed a bit of domme, but also wanted the happy ending which many professional dominatrices don't do. We had some sexy fun, but most the night we talked, drank wine and talked some more, laughed a lot and quaffed even more wine. I have fond memories of that night!
She was passionate about her role as an escort, She was very clear about how she wanted to operate and felt strongly about always giving a good service , she was hugely fascinated in sexuality and was very open and honest about what she enjoyed and trying new things. She was always encouraging and supportive to those who had 'secret' fantasies and desires and gave great advice and encouragement.
She had decided to call herself Lovelyslut because she was 'reclaiming the word' from something negative to something positive and felt that women shouldn't be ashamed of being sexually adventuous and that having a high sex drive and being sexually assertive wasn't a bad thing that should be labeled in a nasty way.
I spoke to her most days in the chatroom, we used to laugh, gossip and talk about anything under the sun. She was an incorrigible flirt and said what she thought! She was very popular and was a confidante to many. She was also passionate about music and many nights were spent posting YouTube links of music. One night we watched a film together, me in Hounslow her in Newcastle, commenting on what we thought would happen and exclaiming at the shocking bits. Anyone else who popped in probably thought we were mad! The night she died we were chatting and drooling over Selma Hayek and (George Clooney) in From Dusk Til Dawn. She said this was the film that made her 'get' Clooney's appeal! We also mused that we wished we could move like Selma and joked that we'd probably fall trip over the snake!
I shall miss her in the chatroom, she was always so nice to me and kind when I was fed up. I always used to tease her for liking everybody and being too lovely. She used to counter that she was a mean scary dominatrix and I wasn't to blow her cover! We all used to laugh because the last thing she was was mean and scary! Although saying that, the evening we spent at my flat she did handcuff me, put me on the sofa facing the wall and got off with my fella behind my back! All part of the plan of course, it was all very erotic. She was good at what she did, I could tell from the brief session I had- as it happened we both got too pissed to be very sexy that night, but it was awesome fun. She and I agreed, fun and good conversation was always more important than bonking!
I hope this comes over as a slightly happy post. She would have hated us all to sit round being miserable and brooding. Yesterday I did a booking not long after I heard the news. I didn't want to let the client down and I knew she'd be appalled if I had- not letting people down was very important to her. As I was fucking the client with a strap on I had a strong sense of her looking down, smiling and saying 'You go girl!'
Rest In Peace friend.