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!
I don't really do new years resolutions. 1. Why set yourself up for failure and 2. If you really want to do something why wait til January 1st. However, saying that I do want to try and be a good girl and blog more. I miss documenting so many exciting things and from the emails I get so many people are following me and enjoy what I write so I feel a bit of a let down by not posting.
I won't write a whole story here, but I must tell you I had a fabulous Christmas party. 14 guys came and we had a really good, fun, sexy time! below is my favourite photo from the party! Might not appeal to you all, but I love it!
In less sexy news I had a good Christmas, very chilled, but no grief and no cooking for me!
Have generally had a quiet time, but all good. New years Eve, I am not a fan of so am staying in alone and curling up on the sofa and watching telly. Who wants to be squashed in busy pubs, deal with ridiculously drunk people, the cold and not being able to get home?! I certainly don't. however, I am keeping off the booze- that will only make me melancholic, but saying that I might have a glass of wine to toast the anniversary of losing my virginity! Yes I lost my virginity 20, yes that is TWENTY years ago today. That makes me feel very very old. Oh, you know the losing my virginity story I told you? That was the 'official' version, the real actual first time was a bit of an error and on New years eve, 1991. Yes, I always was a slut!
Today I had a most excellent time being a slutty schoolgirl, I was a very bad girl who needed help with her maths homework...
Here's a couple of quick snaps I took once I had got ready... apologies for dodgy self shot in mirror, but hey we can't always have a studio and professional photographer at hand (and yes my bathroom mirror needs cleaning)!
Finally, have a wonderful New Years Eve, however you are celebrating and I hope 2012 brings you all you desire and I do hope I get to meet (and re meet) some of you!
Tomorrow night I am having a small Christmas soiree! Looking forward to it greatly and looking forward to seeing some old and newer friends again!
Should really be getting the flat ready but the internet is a vast source of procrastination.
I shall be wearing my little red Christmas dress- pic below and happily I can still get in it OK!
|I have done the parental Christmas thing over the weekend and now I am free to have a naughty dirty Christmas- loads of luscious things planned this week, mostly verrry naughty!