Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Ca$h
I love having cash in my purse.
You used to hear me say on occasion:
"Money? Who carries that anymore, everythings electronic nowadays"
Which for my generation is pretty much true, I forgot what it was like to have cash in my purse, also I never had this much of it in there.
When people see how much actual cash I have (strangers I mean) do they wonder if I'm a hooker?
I hope so.
Although, I never actually want anyone to find out about this, I like the risk, it excites me. I love having this dirty secret.
You used to hear me say on occasion:
"Money? Who carries that anymore, everythings electronic nowadays"
Which for my generation is pretty much true, I forgot what it was like to have cash in my purse, also I never had this much of it in there.
When people see how much actual cash I have (strangers I mean) do they wonder if I'm a hooker?
I hope so.
Although, I never actually want anyone to find out about this, I like the risk, it excites me. I love having this dirty secret.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Family
I have clients who tell me all about their family, usually they don't mention the wife but you know he has one.
My first overnighter, told me all about his daughter wanting to become a photographer and about her schooling and everything he could think of virtually. He seemed like such a proud father, and I can only imagine what she would say if she found out he was seeing an escort.
Would I be okay if I found out that my dad was?
I don't know, it may depend on the girl herself and what she's like, but I can't imagine he would see one, then again I don't think his daughter would think he was doing this with me either.
At the start, I happened to notice his gold wedding ring, then later I looked down and it was gone.
Does it bother me that I see married men?
No.
What does bother me though is one day I want to be with one man, now I don't know if it would be strictly monogamous, but lets just say it is. If he saw someone else behind my back, it's cheating. Will I be able to trust him after what I've seen in this business? There's so much more to this, but that will have to be for another time.
My first overnighter, told me all about his daughter wanting to become a photographer and about her schooling and everything he could think of virtually. He seemed like such a proud father, and I can only imagine what she would say if she found out he was seeing an escort.
Would I be okay if I found out that my dad was?
I don't know, it may depend on the girl herself and what she's like, but I can't imagine he would see one, then again I don't think his daughter would think he was doing this with me either.
At the start, I happened to notice his gold wedding ring, then later I looked down and it was gone.
Does it bother me that I see married men?
No.
What does bother me though is one day I want to be with one man, now I don't know if it would be strictly monogamous, but lets just say it is. If he saw someone else behind my back, it's cheating. Will I be able to trust him after what I've seen in this business? There's so much more to this, but that will have to be for another time.
Overnight
I had my first overnight booking last night, I must say usually I like the shorter bookings instead of the several hour ones, but I actually did enjoy it. I don't like the 'mid-ground' I like to pick a side, both sides, but not at the same time. If you get that?
He was a cute asian business man who smiled a lot and had very nice teeth (I like clean teeth, good dental hygiene is a must for me), he also had a tiny dick. So small that when I was giving him a handjob it didn't even poke out the other side of my hand, it was more like a tickle, which he seems to like more anyway.
He wanted to kiss a lot, like we must have spent at least 3 hours kissing, probably more. He was a terrible kisser. He kept sucking my lip into his mouth like he was a breast-feeding baby, not very hot, and when he did the top one I couldn't breathe properly and had to keep moving around just to get some oxygen into me. That was not as bad however as what he did with his tongue. Where the hell did guys hear that women like their teeth to licked? That's not how I go about keeping my teeth clean thank you very much.
Then he kept sticking his tongue right out and got it behind my teeth into the middle of my two, top front ones and started licking up and down the little gap like he was trying to find my g-spot.
Which I wish he did when we was down there, He was very gentle with his hands and I was actually a little turned on. However, I pretty much only like it that gentle when I know the guy can be firm and he's just teasing me. Plus I like something in me, preferably a cock. Yes, I love my clit pleasured, but I find it's not as good as something inside of me (any guy who reads this should know that you cannot use this as an excuse to not spend as much time licking your girl out) and it doesn't make me come as hard.
He didn't even want to have intercourse, he mainly wanted to kiss me and then lick my pussy. We were just drifting off to sleep (my bottom lip in his mouth) when he wants me to turn over so he can spoon me. Good I start thinking, I really don't like sleeping so close to someone, especially when my face is only an inch away from there's I like my space.
We laid there for a while, then he starts rubbing his cock against my ass, I'm hoping at this stage he doesn't want to penetrate me since I don't have a condom anywhere near small enough. Luckily he doesn't, he just kinda slid his cock between my cheeks and legs and we moved together for a while then he came all over my leg.
Since we were at a hotel, I just wiped it off on the sheet and tried to get to sleep, whilst slowly inching away from him. I only ended up with a few hours sleep since he was checking out early to drive interstate.
Easiest few grand I ever made.
He was a cute asian business man who smiled a lot and had very nice teeth (I like clean teeth, good dental hygiene is a must for me), he also had a tiny dick. So small that when I was giving him a handjob it didn't even poke out the other side of my hand, it was more like a tickle, which he seems to like more anyway.
He wanted to kiss a lot, like we must have spent at least 3 hours kissing, probably more. He was a terrible kisser. He kept sucking my lip into his mouth like he was a breast-feeding baby, not very hot, and when he did the top one I couldn't breathe properly and had to keep moving around just to get some oxygen into me. That was not as bad however as what he did with his tongue. Where the hell did guys hear that women like their teeth to licked? That's not how I go about keeping my teeth clean thank you very much.
Then he kept sticking his tongue right out and got it behind my teeth into the middle of my two, top front ones and started licking up and down the little gap like he was trying to find my g-spot.
Which I wish he did when we was down there, He was very gentle with his hands and I was actually a little turned on. However, I pretty much only like it that gentle when I know the guy can be firm and he's just teasing me. Plus I like something in me, preferably a cock. Yes, I love my clit pleasured, but I find it's not as good as something inside of me (any guy who reads this should know that you cannot use this as an excuse to not spend as much time licking your girl out) and it doesn't make me come as hard.
He didn't even want to have intercourse, he mainly wanted to kiss me and then lick my pussy. We were just drifting off to sleep (my bottom lip in his mouth) when he wants me to turn over so he can spoon me. Good I start thinking, I really don't like sleeping so close to someone, especially when my face is only an inch away from there's I like my space.
We laid there for a while, then he starts rubbing his cock against my ass, I'm hoping at this stage he doesn't want to penetrate me since I don't have a condom anywhere near small enough. Luckily he doesn't, he just kinda slid his cock between my cheeks and legs and we moved together for a while then he came all over my leg.
Since we were at a hotel, I just wiped it off on the sheet and tried to get to sleep, whilst slowly inching away from him. I only ended up with a few hours sleep since he was checking out early to drive interstate.
Easiest few grand I ever made.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Presents
I love presents! But who doesn't?
A regular bought me not one, but two today :)
He got me a couple of bottles of perfume, nice one's two.
I thanked him profusely, and he told me I deserved it with a wink.
When I got home and opened the boxes to smell them, the one he pointed out as his favourite makes me think of hookers, I laughed at the irony.
A regular bought me not one, but two today :)
He got me a couple of bottles of perfume, nice one's two.
I thanked him profusely, and he told me I deserved it with a wink.
When I got home and opened the boxes to smell them, the one he pointed out as his favourite makes me think of hookers, I laughed at the irony.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Opposites
The two clients I had today were complete opposites, the first one just wants the sex, he wants to get right two it and not waste any time talking, the second one wants to get very emotionally intimate, he wants to get to know me. (gulp)
I also have an opposite reaction to them, the first I find I am not myself and the second I find I do not want to be myself.
To much intimacy makes me uncomfortable, plus the second one asks me what I did today and am going to do (fyi I'm going to fuck other guys for money), but he would be very uncomfortable if I told him the truth, I made a few references to my job and he didn't like to hear them, not that he said it, so why does he insist on asking me these questions he doesn't want the answer to?
I also have an opposite reaction to them, the first I find I am not myself and the second I find I do not want to be myself.
To much intimacy makes me uncomfortable, plus the second one asks me what I did today and am going to do (fyi I'm going to fuck other guys for money), but he would be very uncomfortable if I told him the truth, I made a few references to my job and he didn't like to hear them, not that he said it, so why does he insist on asking me these questions he doesn't want the answer to?
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Needs
T, who I have previously written about here, texted me again today, he is a very insecure man.
He keeps saying 'if you want to see me again', and yes well it's nice that he wants to make sure I'm comfortable to, but he only needs to ask once, not, oh lets say, almost a dozen times.
I like a man to be considerate, but not wimpy, I've said previously how this emotional neediness makes me squirm a little. I'm very private about my emotions towards people, I'm not withdrawn as such, I just don't like to be as close to people as they do to me.
This makes me nervous, although I never show nerves, I can fake confidence until I actually get it. It also seems to cause men to chase me, and become a little clingy. I would never say this out loud, but here in the anonymous blogosphere, I am admitting it, although I still feel like I'm bragging. I'm not, I swear, it just happens.
He keeps saying 'if you want to see me again', and yes well it's nice that he wants to make sure I'm comfortable to, but he only needs to ask once, not, oh lets say, almost a dozen times.
I like a man to be considerate, but not wimpy, I've said previously how this emotional neediness makes me squirm a little. I'm very private about my emotions towards people, I'm not withdrawn as such, I just don't like to be as close to people as they do to me.
This makes me nervous, although I never show nerves, I can fake confidence until I actually get it. It also seems to cause men to chase me, and become a little clingy. I would never say this out loud, but here in the anonymous blogosphere, I am admitting it, although I still feel like I'm bragging. I'm not, I swear, it just happens.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Parenthood?
Whaaaaaat?! No way man.
I just got an email that read:
Don't worry, I will give you plenty of notice, just in case you have another job or need to find a babysitter.
What. The. Fuck.
Just no.
I'm 18, and yes this industry is a little shady and may attract the sorts of girls that have teen pregnancies, but thats not me, I'm Miss Protection. I don't mean to offend anyone out there in their teens who's pregnant, a friend of mine is a little younger than me and she has a baby, and she's a good mother, but thats just not me.
This reminds me of an incident back in highschool.
I was sitting in a computer class looking as a list of baby names, (I was doing child studies and we had to have theo stupid fake babies, I don't know why I let my friends talk me into that class, it was HELL!), when the girl next to me saw what was on my screen she asked
"Are you pregnant?" and she was serious. I was 16 at the time.
I freaked out a little and explained.
Let me tell you, I've never been much of a baby person myself. I don't think their all that cute, and I was always the girl at the back standing awkwardly when everyone else was crowded around the baby in the pram. Sure, I'll coo and ah over a puppy, but a baby? I just don't see what's so cute about them.
I've even faked the 'Aww she/he's gorgeous!' because you can't say to a new mother 'I'm not a baby person' because the thoughts in their head go something like this:
What? Your not a baby person?
What? You don't like my baby?
How could you not like my baby? It's the cutest thing in the world!
You see my conundrum. Never insult a new mother or her baby. I even faked it over my nephew, they made me hold him and took a picture of it, I handed him back in under a minute. Contrary to my mothers opinion of the photo I was NOT comfortable.
So, no, I don't have a baby and I'm not pregnant. I'm also very aware that one day when I may have a baby, I will think it's the cutest thing in the world and I will be a complete hypocrite. I am something like that scene in the cafe from Sex and the City when Miranda states: 'I don't like any other babies apart from my own.'
I just got an email that read:
Don't worry, I will give you plenty of notice, just in case you have another job or need to find a babysitter.
What. The. Fuck.
Just no.
I'm 18, and yes this industry is a little shady and may attract the sorts of girls that have teen pregnancies, but thats not me, I'm Miss Protection. I don't mean to offend anyone out there in their teens who's pregnant, a friend of mine is a little younger than me and she has a baby, and she's a good mother, but thats just not me.
This reminds me of an incident back in highschool.
I was sitting in a computer class looking as a list of baby names, (I was doing child studies and we had to have theo stupid fake babies, I don't know why I let my friends talk me into that class, it was HELL!), when the girl next to me saw what was on my screen she asked
"Are you pregnant?" and she was serious. I was 16 at the time.
I freaked out a little and explained.
Let me tell you, I've never been much of a baby person myself. I don't think their all that cute, and I was always the girl at the back standing awkwardly when everyone else was crowded around the baby in the pram. Sure, I'll coo and ah over a puppy, but a baby? I just don't see what's so cute about them.
I've even faked the 'Aww she/he's gorgeous!' because you can't say to a new mother 'I'm not a baby person' because the thoughts in their head go something like this:
What? Your not a baby person?
What? You don't like my baby?
How could you not like my baby? It's the cutest thing in the world!
You see my conundrum. Never insult a new mother or her baby. I even faked it over my nephew, they made me hold him and took a picture of it, I handed him back in under a minute. Contrary to my mothers opinion of the photo I was NOT comfortable.
So, no, I don't have a baby and I'm not pregnant. I'm also very aware that one day when I may have a baby, I will think it's the cutest thing in the world and I will be a complete hypocrite. I am something like that scene in the cafe from Sex and the City when Miranda states: 'I don't like any other babies apart from my own.'
Untitled
I feel confused.
I don't know...I don't know.
Doing this job, hey, I like it. I have fun. It's interesting and lucrative.
I get to play the role of someone who is very different from myself, but also very similar, me and the hooker share the same values and ethics, the same core personality, it's just the other details that differ.
When a john just wants to be purely physical, I love that. I feel great, but the ones who want to make an intimate connection, that brings emotion into it. I am not good with being close to people, sure plenty of people are close to me, they trust me, they tell me all their secrets, but they never realize I haven't told them any of mine. I'm a very private person, I don't like to show weakness. I'm always genuinely happy and I want to make everything work out, I'm down to earth and intelligent, kind and honest.
People tell me these things all the time plus much more, almost daily. And I know what they say is true, but I find it hard to accept.
I almost feel like I have to keep this up, that when something upsets me I just have to be okay with it, accept it and move on, but sometimes I want to scream and shout, sometimes I want to be...I want someone to see the not so shiny sides of me. To see me as everything I am, not just all the good stuff.
And then, when I'm feeling a little down, like now, this is what I think. But when I'm my happy self, all this doesn't matter, I can never stay upset, I just don't know how to, if it's not something extreme, I can be back to my normal self with a quarter of an hour, maybe less.
This is me, and I'm happy.
When a client wants to be intimate, and not just physically, I withdraw from them. I tell myself, play the role, this isn't the real you. But the thing is, I am always the real me, whichever me I'm being.
And thats the hard part of being an escort.
I don't know...I don't know.
Doing this job, hey, I like it. I have fun. It's interesting and lucrative.
I get to play the role of someone who is very different from myself, but also very similar, me and the hooker share the same values and ethics, the same core personality, it's just the other details that differ.
When a john just wants to be purely physical, I love that. I feel great, but the ones who want to make an intimate connection, that brings emotion into it. I am not good with being close to people, sure plenty of people are close to me, they trust me, they tell me all their secrets, but they never realize I haven't told them any of mine. I'm a very private person, I don't like to show weakness. I'm always genuinely happy and I want to make everything work out, I'm down to earth and intelligent, kind and honest.
People tell me these things all the time plus much more, almost daily. And I know what they say is true, but I find it hard to accept.
I almost feel like I have to keep this up, that when something upsets me I just have to be okay with it, accept it and move on, but sometimes I want to scream and shout, sometimes I want to be...I want someone to see the not so shiny sides of me. To see me as everything I am, not just all the good stuff.
And then, when I'm feeling a little down, like now, this is what I think. But when I'm my happy self, all this doesn't matter, I can never stay upset, I just don't know how to, if it's not something extreme, I can be back to my normal self with a quarter of an hour, maybe less.
This is me, and I'm happy.
When a client wants to be intimate, and not just physically, I withdraw from them. I tell myself, play the role, this isn't the real you. But the thing is, I am always the real me, whichever me I'm being.
And thats the hard part of being an escort.
Even my phone is discreet
I love how the setting I put my hooker phone on during appointments (so it's still on but doesn't make a sound or vibrate) is called 'Discreet'.
It seems to be playing the role.
It seems to be playing the role.
Nerves
I was contacted by a lovely asian man a few days ago, he was sweet and very (very) shy. He told me he had a very small penis, and sometimes it didn't join the party due to his nerves, but he wanted to meet up for some company and give me oral and maybe, as he put it 'something might pop up'.
When I told him about getting my period, he was very nice and said we should still meet up anyway, because it was more about the company than anything sexual and suggested that we could meet up after it finished and before he left town for that side of things. Yeah, he's paying me for sex and it's just 'about the company', still he was a sweetie.
I gave him a discounted price, since there wasn't going to be anything sexual and I felt bad about changing the plans. He showered my with adoration for this, I seem to cause infatuation in men.
Let's call him T, is obsessed with a certain pop star, he said that if he's ever in a bad mood just mention her name and he'll cheer right up, since he was so nervous, I suggested we could watch a movie with her in it that way he wouldn't have the pressure of talking.
Before I actually meet a client I get quite nervous, but that vanishes as soon as I say hey. I used to be a shy person, still am actually. Yes, I'm a shy hooker. We talked about this and I eased his nerves a little, not to sound up myself but I have always had a talent for calming people down (especially in person) and getting them to trust me, people I've literally just met a few minutes ago will tell me things they wouldn't tell anyone else. This is an excellent quality to have in this line of business, I use it to my advantage.
Arriving at his door, I took a few deep breathes to stable my nerves, and then knocked. He opened the door with shaking hands, I greeted him with a friendly hug.
We talked for a few minutes, he was still shaking, I could see the corona gittering in his hand. He started to calm down just a little and he suggested we watch a movie. I sat down on the couch and he sat next to me, quite a way away so I moved a little closer, just enough to form a little intimacy, but not to much that I was in his personal space, I held his hand and stroked it with my finger.
He had a couple more coronas during the movie and we ended up hooking up a few times. Then he started to finger me, he wasn't quite skillful, but it wasn't bad either.
He mentioned his ex a few times, they broke up years ago and she still has his dog, he hasn't been with anyone since, and he's definitely still hung up on her. I want to help him get over her, but I think it's to soon to bring anything up, I know a few communication techniques that could get him to a better place, but then it's not really my place to be doing this and if he gets over her he may meet someone else and then not see me again, and I lose a customer, but I feel like I should at least try and help him. It's the right thing to do.
Let me assure you though, something did pop up.
This post seems to lack a little...something, but I don't give a shit, I'm posting it anyway.
When I told him about getting my period, he was very nice and said we should still meet up anyway, because it was more about the company than anything sexual and suggested that we could meet up after it finished and before he left town for that side of things. Yeah, he's paying me for sex and it's just 'about the company', still he was a sweetie.
I gave him a discounted price, since there wasn't going to be anything sexual and I felt bad about changing the plans. He showered my with adoration for this, I seem to cause infatuation in men.
Let's call him T, is obsessed with a certain pop star, he said that if he's ever in a bad mood just mention her name and he'll cheer right up, since he was so nervous, I suggested we could watch a movie with her in it that way he wouldn't have the pressure of talking.
Before I actually meet a client I get quite nervous, but that vanishes as soon as I say hey. I used to be a shy person, still am actually. Yes, I'm a shy hooker. We talked about this and I eased his nerves a little, not to sound up myself but I have always had a talent for calming people down (especially in person) and getting them to trust me, people I've literally just met a few minutes ago will tell me things they wouldn't tell anyone else. This is an excellent quality to have in this line of business, I use it to my advantage.
Arriving at his door, I took a few deep breathes to stable my nerves, and then knocked. He opened the door with shaking hands, I greeted him with a friendly hug.
We talked for a few minutes, he was still shaking, I could see the corona gittering in his hand. He started to calm down just a little and he suggested we watch a movie. I sat down on the couch and he sat next to me, quite a way away so I moved a little closer, just enough to form a little intimacy, but not to much that I was in his personal space, I held his hand and stroked it with my finger.
He had a couple more coronas during the movie and we ended up hooking up a few times. Then he started to finger me, he wasn't quite skillful, but it wasn't bad either.
He mentioned his ex a few times, they broke up years ago and she still has his dog, he hasn't been with anyone since, and he's definitely still hung up on her. I want to help him get over her, but I think it's to soon to bring anything up, I know a few communication techniques that could get him to a better place, but then it's not really my place to be doing this and if he gets over her he may meet someone else and then not see me again, and I lose a customer, but I feel like I should at least try and help him. It's the right thing to do.
Let me assure you though, something did pop up.
This post seems to lack a little...something, but I don't give a shit, I'm posting it anyway.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Losing it
I lost my virginity to a client the other day. Well my anal virginity.
I thought it would be painful, like losing my other virginity, but no, it was good. Plus the guy had a small dick, he said that not me, in this job I tend not to notice or judge the size of a johns cock. It doesn't bother me in the slightest.
I had my period as I mentioned I got in the previous post, and he was fine with it.
Our plan was originally this:
I would get there and change into a naughty schoolgirl outfit, he really wanted me to get into the role, he stressed this in his email quite a lot and he said he was having difficulty finding a girl who would fulfill it. Lovely man though, he voice sounded a little gay, just as a side note. After I'd changed he wanted me to suck his cock and then some mutual oral, then have me ride him (still in the outfit) and then he wanted to come on my face. I said this was all okay, as long as I could shower after, he could even join me in there if he wanted.
Oh before all this happened he was going to spend a couple hours taking new photos for me, he's a professional photographer and graphic designer for some pretty popular companies, and I was thrilled for him to do this, especially for free and I was even getting paid. Great, is it not?
What really happened:
I arrived, he could not stop calling me gorgeous and touching me all over, complementing my breasts (as many guys do, all natural, my mother blessed me with her hourglass figure and my father with his height), he showed me some of the sorts of shots he would take and then he started to kiss me and talk a little dirty and say how unprofessional all this was. I started to tease him, as I like to do, and then I was sucking his cock. He got a camera out and started filming his cock in my mouth. He took my clothes off and we lay on the floor hooking up. He asked me to get in the schoolgirl outfit, I changed right there in front of him, he loved the skirt and I saw his cock get considerably harder as I put it on.
He had me sit on the couch and tease the camera a little, he asked me I'd like to do anal, I told him I'd love to but I'm an anal virgin, he loved hearing that. I got some lube out my bag and he put a little on my anus and teased it with his finger to loosen me up, then put the tip of his cock to it and slowly pushed it in having me look back at him and tell him to fuck me. He was kind though and made sure it wasn't hurting me, which it wasn't. He started to fuck me, and I must say, I liked it, it wasn't going to get my to come, but every time his cock went over where I had the tampon, the sensation heightened, a vibe would be have been great there.
We continued doing this for a wile, then changed the condom and I sucked him some more and told him about my fantasies and telling him I wanted him to come all over my young body, which he did. And I can tell you, he had a lot of cum.
I washed off and we did the photoshoot with some kissing in between and I blew him again at the end and he came on my tits, I showered, he paid me and then I left.
That night I saw my mum, she showed me all these videos of me as a little girl she had burn't to DVD, I couldn't help but smile at the comparison to the one I made this afternoon.
All in all, I had fun, and I can;t wait to see the pictures...
I thought it would be painful, like losing my other virginity, but no, it was good. Plus the guy had a small dick, he said that not me, in this job I tend not to notice or judge the size of a johns cock. It doesn't bother me in the slightest.
I had my period as I mentioned I got in the previous post, and he was fine with it.
Our plan was originally this:
I would get there and change into a naughty schoolgirl outfit, he really wanted me to get into the role, he stressed this in his email quite a lot and he said he was having difficulty finding a girl who would fulfill it. Lovely man though, he voice sounded a little gay, just as a side note. After I'd changed he wanted me to suck his cock and then some mutual oral, then have me ride him (still in the outfit) and then he wanted to come on my face. I said this was all okay, as long as I could shower after, he could even join me in there if he wanted.
Oh before all this happened he was going to spend a couple hours taking new photos for me, he's a professional photographer and graphic designer for some pretty popular companies, and I was thrilled for him to do this, especially for free and I was even getting paid. Great, is it not?
What really happened:
I arrived, he could not stop calling me gorgeous and touching me all over, complementing my breasts (as many guys do, all natural, my mother blessed me with her hourglass figure and my father with his height), he showed me some of the sorts of shots he would take and then he started to kiss me and talk a little dirty and say how unprofessional all this was. I started to tease him, as I like to do, and then I was sucking his cock. He got a camera out and started filming his cock in my mouth. He took my clothes off and we lay on the floor hooking up. He asked me to get in the schoolgirl outfit, I changed right there in front of him, he loved the skirt and I saw his cock get considerably harder as I put it on.
He had me sit on the couch and tease the camera a little, he asked me I'd like to do anal, I told him I'd love to but I'm an anal virgin, he loved hearing that. I got some lube out my bag and he put a little on my anus and teased it with his finger to loosen me up, then put the tip of his cock to it and slowly pushed it in having me look back at him and tell him to fuck me. He was kind though and made sure it wasn't hurting me, which it wasn't. He started to fuck me, and I must say, I liked it, it wasn't going to get my to come, but every time his cock went over where I had the tampon, the sensation heightened, a vibe would be have been great there.
We continued doing this for a wile, then changed the condom and I sucked him some more and told him about my fantasies and telling him I wanted him to come all over my young body, which he did. And I can tell you, he had a lot of cum.
I washed off and we did the photoshoot with some kissing in between and I blew him again at the end and he came on my tits, I showered, he paid me and then I left.
That night I saw my mum, she showed me all these videos of me as a little girl she had burn't to DVD, I couldn't help but smile at the comparison to the one I made this afternoon.
All in all, I had fun, and I can;t wait to see the pictures...
Stalker
A few posts back, I wrote about a guy who didn't wanna meet but kept texting me, it got to dozens of times a day.
Well he decided to make a booking, and yes against my better judgement I agreed. We were supposed to meet in a public place, but he stopped replying to my texts so we didn't find each other (luckily), the next day he told me his phone went dead, I have know idea if this was true or not, but I'm very glad we didn't meet up, I would hate for him to now what I looked like or the car I drive.
Later that day, he started asking me really personal questions, to which I either didn't reply at all or I told him they were to personal to answer, he definitely crossed the line, then he asked what my real name was. This is completely over, why the fuck would he think I'd actually answer that question?
I replied telling him:
'That crossed my personal line, this is no longer going to work for me.'
I got back:
'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.'
Upset? What the fuck? I'm not some emotional, frail wreck. I don't give a shit about it, besides finding it creepy. I told him this, although much nicer, whores need manners.
He tried to go back to a business like persona, telling me he was serious about this just being business and I could trust him. How does the old saying go? Never trust someone who says 'Trust me'?
Needless to say, I have now blocked his number.
Presents
I have my first regular, I see him the same day every week, maybe twice a week if it happens to be a public holiday.
He texted me today:
'I'm in a perfume shop, what's your fav scent?'
What a sweetie. I told him I love anything by Juicy Couture, I don't have any of their scents yet, but I will when I see him next week!
When I said I wouldn't be able to see him this week, he was displeased (period remember?) and begged to be able to see me on Aussie Day (26th January) which I'm hoping I can, and not just for the perfume, for the money as well. I like that he thinks about me when we're not together.
He texted me today:
'I'm in a perfume shop, what's your fav scent?'
What a sweetie. I told him I love anything by Juicy Couture, I don't have any of their scents yet, but I will when I see him next week!
When I said I wouldn't be able to see him this week, he was displeased (period remember?) and begged to be able to see me on Aussie Day (26th January) which I'm hoping I can, and not just for the perfume, for the money as well. I like that he thinks about me when we're not together.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Just talking, not paying.
So, lets call you B, you act like you want an appointment, then something comes up but you keep texting me and trying to start conversations, and when I don't reply you just text me over and over again until I do, but you don't want to pay me?
Not only are you wasting my credit, your not even paying me! A gentlemen knows not to text his escort for a long conversation because she's a busy girl and her time isn't free.
Not only are you wasting my credit, your not even paying me! A gentlemen knows not to text his escort for a long conversation because she's a busy girl and her time isn't free.
Period.
I got my period, fuck.
It's early and now I have to cancel a bunch of bookings. Most guys were nice about it, they rescheduled or were okay with it. But some were jerks, this one guy ended up sending me a long email complaining and being a dickhead in general and you know what he said at the end of it? So can we do it the same time next week?
Fuck off, jerk.
Okay, I didn't really say that, I am an escort, I have to be polite at all times, even when I'm being naughty. I actually said something along the lines of 'I do not think this will work out between us, may I recommend Xgirl instead.'
I got called a fake to, and that I was just messing him around. I told this inparticular guy there was no need to be rude to me, these things happen and I am very sorry, then I recommended another escort to him as well.
There was one in particular appointment I was looking forward to though, but C (the guy) said that it was okay and we can still meet and have some fun anyway. Plus he's a photographer and was going to take some new photos for me, instead of the self timer ones I have now. And fun we had, but that's another story for another time.
It's early and now I have to cancel a bunch of bookings. Most guys were nice about it, they rescheduled or were okay with it. But some were jerks, this one guy ended up sending me a long email complaining and being a dickhead in general and you know what he said at the end of it? So can we do it the same time next week?
Fuck off, jerk.
Okay, I didn't really say that, I am an escort, I have to be polite at all times, even when I'm being naughty. I actually said something along the lines of 'I do not think this will work out between us, may I recommend Xgirl instead.'
I got called a fake to, and that I was just messing him around. I told this inparticular guy there was no need to be rude to me, these things happen and I am very sorry, then I recommended another escort to him as well.
There was one in particular appointment I was looking forward to though, but C (the guy) said that it was okay and we can still meet and have some fun anyway. Plus he's a photographer and was going to take some new photos for me, instead of the self timer ones I have now. And fun we had, but that's another story for another time.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
HOORAH!
I just got offered to go away to a great country town for 3 nights, all expenses paid of course!
This town is renowned for it's fantastic food and wine, art galleries and tours, the only problem? My 'socially acceptable life' has commitments during some of those days, what a dilemma...
This town is renowned for it's fantastic food and wine, art galleries and tours, the only problem? My 'socially acceptable life' has commitments during some of those days, what a dilemma...
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
To do or not to do, that is the question.
This post should probably be titled 'To poo or not to poo, that is the question.' instead.
I haven't been an escort for a week yet and I just got an email that said:
Do you do brown showers?
This doesn't turn me on at all, but...I replied and asked him to give me more details, if he wants me to touch it then no thanks, but if he wants to smear it on himself that fine, I'll do it.
Jeez, I never thought I'd do that, I bet my parents are proud. If they only knew...
The thing is, a guy just asked me to shit on him and I don't care.
As a side note, in my case it would probably be a green shower due to the fact that I'm vegan and eat a lot of veggies and greens...
I haven't been an escort for a week yet and I just got an email that said:
Do you do brown showers?
This doesn't turn me on at all, but...I replied and asked him to give me more details, if he wants me to touch it then no thanks, but if he wants to smear it on himself that fine, I'll do it.
Jeez, I never thought I'd do that, I bet my parents are proud. If they only knew...
The thing is, a guy just asked me to shit on him and I don't care.
As a side note, in my case it would probably be a green shower due to the fact that I'm vegan and eat a lot of veggies and greens...
Monday, January 17, 2011
Overflowing
Well, tonights booking is probably cancelled, but oh well, I have so many emails it's hard to reply to them all (which even if I'm not interested I will, because there's no excuse for bad netiquette).
It took 2 days for the ads to start attracting people, I thought I was going to barely get any at all, but it seems I was wrong, there are plenty of johns out there looking for an 18 year old whore.
I'm actually glad tonights booking fell through, I think I need to pamper myself a bit after my first client, plus I only got 6 hours sleep last night, I think I'll give myself a facial using this awesome mud mask, I tell you it really does make my face feel like a babies ass.
It took 2 days for the ads to start attracting people, I thought I was going to barely get any at all, but it seems I was wrong, there are plenty of johns out there looking for an 18 year old whore.
I'm actually glad tonights booking fell through, I think I need to pamper myself a bit after my first client, plus I only got 6 hours sleep last night, I think I'll give myself a facial using this awesome mud mask, I tell you it really does make my face feel like a babies ass.
It's official...
Yes, ladies and especially gentlemen, it's official, I'm a whore. I was just paid for sex.
I feel like I should feel bad about what I just did, like society says I should feel ashamed, but I don't, I just made the easiest couple of hundred bucks of my life. I feel pretty damn good! (Well a tad sore)
I Google mapped his address so I could find it easily and left early. I pulled my car into a side street just around the corner from his house and saw a cop car sitting up the street. Fuck, is this a sting? Do they even do that in Australia? I can't tell if thats some guys head or just the seat. What am I going to do? This probably isn't advisable but I'll just get the money after.
I wasn't as nervous as I thought I'd be, and since I was early I stood just a few houses down and stretched and psyched myself up. Come one Lacey, your hot and guys would kill to have you, your confident and sexy and enthusiastic. Just go for it, this guy wants you so bad he's paying for you!
I felt marginally better so I walked to his door and knocked.
He doesn't look like to photo he sent me, he looks so much younger, why would he send me that picture? Oh crap, that was the other guy i was emailing...and I just replied to the wrong person, I hope he doesn't cancel tonight...
Karl made me feel much more comfortable, he was professional, he didn't want to stand around and chat he just wanted to do it. Professionalism always eases my nerves, he knew exactly what he wanted so I didn't have to guess.
"To be honest, this is my first booking and I'm a but nervous"
"Really, well thats okay, would you like a drink?"
Within the next few minutes we were hooking up on his bed and the clothes started to come off. Sure he pinched my nipples a little hard sometimes and I felt like he was trying to eat my face but somehow it didn't bother me in the slightest. I thought I'd feel grossed out kissing some strange man, but I was fine, this was just business. He was clean and very polite, I've never been with an uncircumcised man before but I've decided I like it. He kissed me all over and then started fingering me while i rubbed his short but thick cock.
I met this man 10 minutes ago and I have his pre-cum all over my hand, hmmm, I don't give a fuck.
He was ready to get in me so I grabbed a condom and tossed it to him whilst I squeezed some lube out on my hand and rubbed it on my pussy in front of him. He fucks like a jack rabbit, but I actually kinda like that sometimes. He shuddered and came and laid on top of me for a minute whilst still in me so I moved my hips a little, he was still just as hard. Viagra. He rolled off and grabbed some tissues to clean himself up and I offered him a massage so he could recharge. I'm not into the whole 'You can only cum once' thing, he paid for an hour so he can cum as many times as he likes.
I sat on top of him to start the massage. Shit he has the hairiest ass I've ever seen! Hairs actually collecting in his crack. Why don't I feel repulsed? If it were some guy who picked me up I totally would...
He started stroking me leg after 15 minutes (he conveniently had a clock on his beside table) and we went don't on me much longer this time and we fucked again. We talked for a few minutes after and then the hour was up. No cops came in to bust me and I feel pretty good.
When I got home I had so many emails, I couldn't reply fast enough, they just kept on coming in as I was writing them. There's no way I could do this many clients, so I screened a bunch out and made a few more appointments. I will definitely have to buy another pack of condoms (or several) and more lube, cause everybody knows a hooker needs lots of lube in her purse.
So long, I have more emails to reply to and this post went on way longer than I thought it would, plus I need to shower before my next appointment...
I feel like I should feel bad about what I just did, like society says I should feel ashamed, but I don't, I just made the easiest couple of hundred bucks of my life. I feel pretty damn good! (Well a tad sore)
I Google mapped his address so I could find it easily and left early. I pulled my car into a side street just around the corner from his house and saw a cop car sitting up the street. Fuck, is this a sting? Do they even do that in Australia? I can't tell if thats some guys head or just the seat. What am I going to do? This probably isn't advisable but I'll just get the money after.
I wasn't as nervous as I thought I'd be, and since I was early I stood just a few houses down and stretched and psyched myself up. Come one Lacey, your hot and guys would kill to have you, your confident and sexy and enthusiastic. Just go for it, this guy wants you so bad he's paying for you!
I felt marginally better so I walked to his door and knocked.
He doesn't look like to photo he sent me, he looks so much younger, why would he send me that picture? Oh crap, that was the other guy i was emailing...and I just replied to the wrong person, I hope he doesn't cancel tonight...
Karl made me feel much more comfortable, he was professional, he didn't want to stand around and chat he just wanted to do it. Professionalism always eases my nerves, he knew exactly what he wanted so I didn't have to guess.
"To be honest, this is my first booking and I'm a but nervous"
"Really, well thats okay, would you like a drink?"
Within the next few minutes we were hooking up on his bed and the clothes started to come off. Sure he pinched my nipples a little hard sometimes and I felt like he was trying to eat my face but somehow it didn't bother me in the slightest. I thought I'd feel grossed out kissing some strange man, but I was fine, this was just business. He was clean and very polite, I've never been with an uncircumcised man before but I've decided I like it. He kissed me all over and then started fingering me while i rubbed his short but thick cock.
I met this man 10 minutes ago and I have his pre-cum all over my hand, hmmm, I don't give a fuck.
He was ready to get in me so I grabbed a condom and tossed it to him whilst I squeezed some lube out on my hand and rubbed it on my pussy in front of him. He fucks like a jack rabbit, but I actually kinda like that sometimes. He shuddered and came and laid on top of me for a minute whilst still in me so I moved my hips a little, he was still just as hard. Viagra. He rolled off and grabbed some tissues to clean himself up and I offered him a massage so he could recharge. I'm not into the whole 'You can only cum once' thing, he paid for an hour so he can cum as many times as he likes.
I sat on top of him to start the massage. Shit he has the hairiest ass I've ever seen! Hairs actually collecting in his crack. Why don't I feel repulsed? If it were some guy who picked me up I totally would...
He started stroking me leg after 15 minutes (he conveniently had a clock on his beside table) and we went don't on me much longer this time and we fucked again. We talked for a few minutes after and then the hour was up. No cops came in to bust me and I feel pretty good.
When I got home I had so many emails, I couldn't reply fast enough, they just kept on coming in as I was writing them. There's no way I could do this many clients, so I screened a bunch out and made a few more appointments. I will definitely have to buy another pack of condoms (or several) and more lube, cause everybody knows a hooker needs lots of lube in her purse.
So long, I have more emails to reply to and this post went on way longer than I thought it would, plus I need to shower before my next appointment...
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