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Decided to do some quick fun Christmas snaps of myself this afternoon to please my dear readers.
Made a backdrop with a festive red blanket up against the bit of wall under the window with a can of tinned tomatoes and a jar of Lloyd Grossman Tomato & Basil pasta sauce holding it down on the window sill.
Found gold tinsel to wrap provocatively around bosom, set camera on coffee table and put it on timer taking ten shots in a row to save time. Posed and wiggled towards camera. All blurred because for some reason camera decided it was a macro shot. Repeated. Still all blurry, Looked at camera and couldn't work out how to stop it making its own mind up.
Decided to take more pictures holding camera myself. Rolled about aiming camera in direction of body snapping away feeling like David Bailey. Then managed to pull blanket so tin and jar fell off. Thank God did not land on face and break teeth. All the shots so far were shit anyway.
Tried some more laying down holding camera above head to get shots of body still provocatively wrapped in tinsel. Mis-aimed and took picture of wall and sofa.
Did some sitting up ones with a mini Christmas tree between boobs. I thought it would be 'fun'. It wasn't, just looked mental and managed to scratch self. Then noticed a spot on boob as glowing as Rudolph's red nose. Cried.
Have given up. Sorry.
In other festive news I got it to snow on my home page
Seeing as it's Wednesday and its raining I thought you might like some cleavage shots. Everyone likes a bosomy photo on a Wednesday morning don't they?
Yesterday I accepted a midnight outcall to a Heathrow Hotel. I do enjoy late jaunts to hotels, it makes me feel all Belle Du Jour as I whizz off in a cab in the middle of the night. The main reason I did this booking apart from the fact it was a hotel I hadn't to before,( I like to tick off Heathrow hotels on my special spreadsheet, yes I know that's sad) was because the client wanted me to shave him. He said he had a date tomorrow and needed some help getting rid of his back and bottom hair! I was rather entertained by this and he sounded like a nice guy so agreed!
I did wonder whether he had some kind of hair removal fetish and was too shy to tell me, but I think having met him (and asked him outright!) it was a genuine need! So yes, I spent most the booking covering his back in hair removal cream and then shaving off the patchy bits. It was quite fun actually and he was easy to chat to so all was good! I also gave the hair around his arse and balls a bit of a trim too. His cock was rock hard throughout the entire session so I assume it was a bit of a turn on for him and to be honest the sight of a hard cock tends to make me want to do naughty things too so I was quite pleased when he asked if I minded finishing him off!
So boys, I shall now add hair removal to my repertoire! Saying that, I do like a hairy man, and I did tell my client this and that plenty of women do like it. OK, I might have been talking myself out of a job but I did want him to know that it might not be essential for the date to work out! I mean it's a bit shallow to decide not to see a man again based on his hairiness!
And finally.... I think it's been too long since I posted any new pictures for you so here is one I took a couple of weeks ago in my favourite place!
I'm having a few days off- as much as I love my job and having a frolic a girl needs to recharge her batteries sometimes!
I shall have a blissful, cultural, peaceful rest and not shave anything!
I shall be back working (smooth and silky) for you on Sunday 7th October.
I shall no doubt be back blogging my adventures!
I shall leave you with a snap of my boobs to keep you excited!
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!
Decided against the nipple peeking shot! As much as I liked it I thought it was a little indiscreet if someone was viewing my page surreptitiously (thanks Dan) and also after a couple of Geri Halliwell comparisons I decided was not the image I was aiming for!
The above image I am hoping is more subtle and and gives a peek at my assets without being too 'tits out for the lads!'
Finally the weather seems to be warming up! This is very good news!
Just had me a nice long bath. Baths are my way to relax (and get clean obviously) and I usually have one as opposed to a shower- showers are for when I am in a rush, which is rare. I schedule baths into my routine so I can have a long soak. Here's a quick snap I took which I think shows off my curves!
No I am all clean and smooth I just need to dry hair (which I hate doing) and moisturise all over. If anyone wants to come and do my back for me give me a shout!
I meant to get some pics in my Union Jack dress ready for the Jubilee, but a) I am not that organised and b0 It didn't seem a respectful way to mark The Queen's 60th year on the throne. See, I am a nice girl! Anyway, I finally got round to doing a set this afternoon and have uploaded them to my Adultwork private gallery. But because you, my special website readers are so lovely I shall give you a couple of shots now! :)
I'm being very modest here! Would you like a full blown tits out shot? Yes, I hear you cry? My pleasure...
Just a quick piccie. I have no news. I may blog later when I am more awake about something other than football and my boobs!
Do note the red and blue nail polish. I bought some white but it just looked like I tippexed on my nails (like we did at school) so gave up on it and stuck with red and blue.
So, inevitably Spain beat France which means they will meet Portugal in the semis. Of course (and sadly) Germany beat Greece which is a shame because Greece really need cheering up right now and of course it means when (if) England beat Italy tomorrow we shall meet the Germans and we all know that rarely ends well....
Of course the Italians and The Germans don't have me and my various body parts encouraging them on. Here is picture 2 of 3 from the red vest with St George's cross in diamante design set!
Today I have tidied and cleaned and sorted tedious paperwork out. It was dull but useful. I am now watching TOTP2. They just played this which I sang along to.
Let's just ignore the ridiculous outdated notion of the song and the fact any man of mine would be likely you say 'Yuck, fuck off' if I tried to sing this to them, but alone in my lounge it makes for a nice singalong!
Right, things to do, people top see, toddle pip folks!