delve a little deeper....
I sometimes get asked what a nice bright girl is doing in a job like this. I also get told by friends I am wasting my talents and should be looking for a 'proper' job.
I do feel this is a proper job. In fact lots of jobs.
My Job Description
Service Provider- Of a sexual nature obviously, includes some massage.
Marketeer and PR- Updating adverts on relevant websites and external links. Reviewing pricing strategy as well as promoting tours and other events. Maintain presence on punting websites and forums.
Webmaster (or should that be webmistress)- Building, designing and maintaining website as well as Adultwork profile. With responsibilities for SEO and analysing visit hits and other stats relating to website.
Secretary- Responding to emails, Adultwork messages, Contact forms via website and emails. Answering telephone and diarising appointments. Effectively deal with timewasters and No shows.
Accountant- Ensure NI contributions and tax paid. Keeping expense receipts and logging relevant information.
Writer- Writing Blogs, erotica and promotional waffle.
Stylist- Ensure lingerie and outfits maintained, stockings in stock, purchasing new items and planning outfits for clients and photoshoots.
Beautician- Maintain smooth skin, polished nails and manage hair removal. Booking hair appointments and other essential maintenance work. Manage make up collection. Schedule visits for sexual health check ups.
Counselor- In relation to sexual queries and issues, relationship advice and general soothing of clients worries.
Housekeeper/Stock Controller- Responsible for cleanliness of flat, clean bed linen and towels in particular.
Ensure essential items such as condoms, lube, tissues and babywipes are in plentiful supply.
Security- Maintaining own security and maximise discretion at home and during outcalls.
I think that's it!
Having dithered about it for some time I have decided to branch out and go for a couple of jaunts. I never quite get that when escorts go to hotels to work from in other cities they are referred to as tours. It feels as if I should be doing 20 locations in 30 days covering the four corners of the country in a large coach with an entourage and group of roadies to carry my bags (but that's a sexual fantasy for another day).
Because I am a wuss I am having my hand held by the lovely Sarita- don't worry we have our own rooms so she won't have to hide in the bathroom whilst I am seeing a gent, and vice versa. Though I'm sure we could also be persuaded to do a duo session if that rocks your cock!
To embrace the notion of a tour I have named our jaunt The Whore Tour (whore is an acceptable word in this fun context in case you're cringing at it!). I have been amusing myself with the concept of tour merchandise. You know, T shirts with our pictures with phone numbers on the front and Whore Tour in big letters on the back with a list of dates and locations. Of course we could also branch out into baseball caps and keyrings or maybe novelty tour condoms?
So, where are we going? The list is below and I have created a Whore Tour tab on here to list the dates and any further information as I get it.
Headingly, Leeds, Yorkshire
Thursday 24th May- Friday 25th May 2012.
Tuesday 29th May- Wednesday 30th May
Book Now to avoid disappointment!
Taken from an old blog from Summer 2010.
Am a lazy blogger! Was reading through an old diary and found this story...
Ok, it was the groom not the bride I was fucking but the above lyrics are the first in one of my most favourite songs and thought it was a better title than some other cliched weddingy tune. I also thought if the bride knew what her husband to be was up to yesterday it would be a pretty bitter pill to swallow.
So, my groom showed up on time, looking very dashing in a good suit and a smart briefcase. Tall, quite handsome and gave me an incredible kiss hello.
I asked if he was skiving off work and he explained he had taken a half day because he needed to pick up suits and do some pre wedding chores (including fuck a prostitute too it seems!!!).
He settled up and I poured him a beer (he brought a couple with him). He kept telling me how beautiful I was and what great tits I had, hands roaming all over my body and kissing me with such passion that I was feeling pretty moist almost immediately and really wanted him. Feeling the rather decent sized bulge in his trousers I asked him if he'd like to through to the bedroom. Oh indeedy he did!
Once in my boudoir, after more frantic snogging I dropped to my knees to undo his trousers, looking up with a naughty knowing look I soon peeled away the layers to get to his fine cock. He was undoing his shirt, so I pulled off my top. As he tugged off his socks, shoes, trousers and pants I unhooked my bra. This was met with much appreciation and he started by fondle my breasts kissing me with yet more passion.
Pushing him back onto the bed I stood between his legs leaning forward so his cock was between my boobs. 'Oh my God!' he gasped as I moved back and forth, taking cheeky licks of his very hard dick. 'Keep doing that and I'll cum!' he said! Still in my high heels, stockings and thong and not wanting a quick finish I joined him on the bed. As I lay on my back he was between my legs peeling off my panties, quickly followed by my shoes and stockings. He kept telling me I have an amazing body and that he wished he had me to come home to every night (and you're getting married in two days?! I thought!)
Still between my legs he started to kiss along the tops of my thighs and running his finger around my pussy lips teasing my madly. As he started to rub my clit I could feel myself close to coming, but held off so I could prolong the experience (I tend not to come again for ages once I do come. In manner of old man!). My groom then went down on me, fingering and licking until I was soaking wet and I could feel my juice trickling down from my cunt. I really couldn't hold off any longer and found myself coming really rather pleasantly!
My groom moved himself up between my legs to kiss me. I could feel his hard cock gently brushing against my very sensitive pussy lips. God I wanted him in me. Telling him it was condom time he moved onto his back. Do you mind if you go on top? he asked. I love how sweetly men ask these things. Even though they are essentially paying for the service they rarely demand or expect. Maybe, they choose to forget they are paying? Hmmm, anyway, all bagged up I straddled him, leaning forward to let me suck on my nipples again. lowering myself back I started to slide down his cock.
I kinda feel like this is going to spoil the story, but hey it's my blog not an erotic storypage...
...sliding down his cock he grabbed my hips. 'Stay still' he whispered, 'if you move i'll come'! So there I sit , as still as a mouse (do mice stay still? No they stay quiet, getting my similies muddled) OK, so there I sit, as quiet as a statue. He seemed to be pretty happy as I perched wishing I could give that delicious cock a good riding and then, yes good reader, he came.
And for good measure- fab song- appalling video!
Oh God, am I reduced to blogging about the weather?
It has to be said though, this is a really crap 'drought'. I suppose we should be grateful for the rain, but I am kinda bored with it and fed up with looking like a drowned rat every time I go anywhere.
Yesterday I dodged the rain to do a spot of shopping. I ended up buying yet more underwear- I can't help it! I think I have an underwear addiction, but look, all those lovely bras...
Whilst my tits are certainly an asset, they can be a nuisance to get bras to fit nicely, so if I find a bra in my size I do have to buy it. And the matching knickers of course...
I also picked up condoms and hold ups and some new socks. OK, I know you would rather look at my lingerie and hosiery but look at the lovely socks I got! AND they were in the sale for 90p each!
Do they not scream out classy, sexy woman? No?!
Anyway, I am happy to wear a pair for a booking with me, but this is not compulsory!
In other news my ceiling is leaking again. I now have a bucket (OK, my washing up bowl) in the loft and am awaiting on contractors to arrive and have a look in my damp roof space. Did that sound vaguely pervy to you?
Right, I need to decide what to wear tonight, I have a hot date with a particularly delicious man and need to look my best.
I'm considering doing a tour in May, something new to try and also before the hotels get busy with school summer holidays. I was thinking about t'up north- Liverpool, Manchester, Leeds and York. Then I thought maybe I should cover the Midlands and do a couple of days in Birmingham. Is difficult to know if it's worthwhile though, hotel rooms and trains will add up and you never can tell how busy you might be...
Anyway, if anyone thinks they'd like to see me if I was based closer to them do drop me a line and let me know where you suggest I visit- might help me decide where to go and if it would be worthwhile or not!
Talking of hotels I have been doing a few hotel visits. I do enjoy these bookings. It makes me feel very naughty walking into a hotel and sashaying up to the room looking all nice and normal (I dress down, but have lovely undies on underneath) and noone knowing why I am there! The chaps in hotels tend to be sweet too which helps and know what they want, which is also a great help!
Hoping to get a few more hotel visits, I'm so close to Heathrow there must be lots of lonely men in soulless hotel rooms that need some Minxy magic to cheer them up! :)
Have uploaded a handful of new pics in my gallery if anyone is interested! :)
Ok chores done, well some of them. Having battled through torrential hail (hello spring!) and then lugged shopping and a large umbrella home I am now damp and sweaty (not in a good way) so am having a little sit down before I commence with other tasks.
OK, I wrote the above about 3 hours ago, I got distracted and busy. So I shall write my essay tomorrow. For now I have to make myself beautiful for a certain someone coming to visit me this evening!
Here have a pic of me before I went on the boat with the bankers! Covered up for a change!
Ooop,I missed yesterday! I was a busy girl you see! I did a big Tesco shop and made quiches as well as seeing a couple of (both wonderfully lovely) clients. I like that I can juggle sex kitten and domestic goddess! Today I have some chicken that I plan to turn into casserole type things for my freezer so I have food at hand. Oh it's all go being me! here is a photo of a half finished mini quiche (It is NOT a pie!)
My boat job on Wednesday night went really well, thoroughly enjoyed it and the crows of bankers were very nice and friendly. I also sold shed loads of raffle tickets and it felt nice to have a 'proper' job for a few hours again. A bit of a confidence boost for me and I was also smug I sold way more tickets than the other girl selling them too! :) Maybe I should reconsider a career in sales?!
Today I also have to make an excursion to the dodgy side of Hounslow on an errand (don't ask!) so I had better get going.
The flat needs cleaning too... I really should get into domination/humiliation and get some little slaves to do my domestic chores...