delve a little deeper....
Whilst I have only been escorting for three years, I always had a bit of a fantasy about being paid for sex. Yes, I'm one of those women who genuinely enjoys what she does and doesn't have any regret or shame about doing what I do and yes, three years in I still do get a little frisson when I think about it and when I am paid!
I never thought in a million years I would ever actually be doing this and the fantasies I had, from my late teens and through into my 30's often were about men paying me for sex. OK, the fantasies are not particularly likely scenarios, but hey that's the fun of them isn't it?!
When I was at university (aged about 20-21) I used to work at the station cafe (not very glamorous I know, but it paid really well and I got free sandwiches). There was the main unit on the concourse and then another smaller one on the other side of the station which was much much quieter and when we worked over there we worked alone. It was very very dull much of the time, not only were there considerably less customers, but no colleague to talk to. Therefore it was useful to catch up with reading and study. Yeah right, It was time to have wild salacious fantasies. Here was my favourite, and one that I still bring out of retirement today to get off on. Oh my Banke du Wanke has deep vaults!
I'm approached at the counter by a man, he orders food and drink and he chats as I prepare it for him. He is clearly eyeing me up and staring at my boobs. I'm flirting with him and enjoying the attention. I have to go into the back room for something and he follows me. At first I'm a little worried, but he is smiling and reassures me. He tells me he thinks I have wonderful boobs and could he touch them? I'm shocked, but also slightly excited. I hesitate not sure how to respond and he pulls out his wallet. He takes out £20 and lays it on the counter. 'I only want to touch them through your blouse' he says. I eye up the cash thinking that would come in handy (It's 1995 and I'm a poor student remember!) and after all I have let men do much more for nothing before... I step towards him taking the note and stick my chest out at him in agreement. He gently places his hands over my breasts and strokes them very softly.
It feels nice and I start to respond to his touches; closing my eyes and tipping my head back. He starts to stroke his thumb over my nipple which arouses me further. His hands start to rub my tits harder and I'm getting quite turned on by it.
he then stops and says 'it looks like you're enjoying that, may I see a little more?' He takes his wallet out and offers me more money to undo my blouse. He says I only have to undo my blouse, not any more. I accept and he unbuttons my white blouse and opens it wide. he starts my stroking the exposed tops of my tits and soon his fingers are creeping under the fabric of my bra. Hes telling my that I have beautiful tits (sidenote: You think my tits are good now, I bet they were fantastic at 20, I wish I had appreciated them more then! Youth really is wasted on the young, although am not sure tits is what GBS had in mind...)
So, I'm enjoying this man's attentions and feeling rather naughty and frisky, but I remember he had only paid me to see my bra and I step back telling him that he didn't pay to get his fingers into my underwear! He laughs and throws more money down on the counter. 'now get them out!' he commands. I do, Oh the bad bad girl I am. Pulling my tits over the cups rather than removing my bra and blouse completely (incidentally, I still find this quite pleasing, something naughtier about this than removing my top completely I think!) He grabs my tits now, being a little rougher with them and squeezing my nipples. He pushes me up against the counter so his body is pressed up against mine, still stroking, rubbing, squeezing. I can feel his hard prick against my thigh. My pussy is now moist with excitement and throbbing wanting to be filled.
Depending what mood I am in or how hardcore I was feeling the rest of this little fantasy changed. The short version (if I was in a hurry or very close to coming) was basically him hitching up my skirt and offering me more money to play with my pussy or maybe to suck his dick (I agreed obviously) until he offers even more money to fuck me which he does vigorously as I am bent over the work surface, knickers round my knees. The other version involved him pulling my hands behind my back, tits exposed and being pushed out and pushing my into the cafe area which was (naturally!) filled with men all wildly excited to see me all exposed like that. The man announces that it will cost £20 for a feel and of course all these men come rushing up, throwing their money down to grope, touch and suck my tits. They then start to want more and are pulling up my skirt and pushing their fingers into me. Of course I'm wildly excited and very up for this (we'll save the rape fantasies for another day!). They then take it in turns to give me more money to fuck me. A whole crowd of them, one after another...
Actually, I just realised I got the group sex fantasy thing going waaaay before I ever actually did it! Again, something I never thought that I would actually do in 'real life'... Funny how things turn out isn't it? I wonder how many people have dirty fantasies when they get themselves off, but convince themselves they couldn't actually do it in real life? As I said earlier, I never thought in a million years I would actually accept money for sex and that goes for a few other things I have experienced in recent years! The right person that you trust to encourage you and a bit of self confidence and these things can come true!
Therefore, I am dedicating this blog post (and not just to make him feel guilty for forgetting to read my blogs.) to my 'right person'.
And now I'm never going to be able to get away with saying "I was a nice innocent girl til I met you!"
* Please note, I never actually got even a little grope let alone to fuck anyone whilst at work in that station cafe!
It's been a while since I blogged and that's because I have a busy bee and also away in Birmingham on a mini tour. This did not go particularly well. Not sure why, but clearly I do not appeal to the men of the West Midlands. I can safely say I will not be touring again. I've given it three goes and whilst I had a great time in Guildford, it really isn't worth the expenses when I have a perfectly nice base in Hounslow. From now on if you want to see me somewhere further afield I will expect you to book and pay for the hotel! I think that's fair huh? Of course I may get cabin fever and decide to try again another time, but hey, I'm a girl I can change my mind on a whim! For now I shall stick to London.
However, I had a better weekend despite Brum not being great, having no hot water on my first night and the bedroom door falling off on the last day. Yes really- here's a photo to prove it!
I think that has to be possibly the dullest photo I have posted here.... Will get back to boob shots tomorrow!
Anyway, the weekend was much nicer, spent it with an old uni friend in the countryside and went to see Blur in Wolverhampton on Sunday night. Awesome gig, loved it so much and made me forget about crappy Birmingham. I have been a massive Blur fan for years (this was the 7th time I have seen them live) and I think this was the best gig (although, I think I say that each time!). They really were on form, it was a nearly 2 hour set and OMG they were fabulous. I shall not get all fan girl on you now, but really, it was great.
Well, I am back in London now and looking forward to getting back to my lovely local boys. I took last night off to go and see THIS. It's on tonight, the last night, it's only £6 and she is hilariously funny and gives a brilliant insight into the world of escorting.