I told one of my regulars, I'll call him Scribbles from now on (read this post to find out why), that I can't see him this weekend because I'm to busy, in reality I just didn't want to and I wanted a knew john for this Saturday night, change things up a bit, you know?
Well, he told me he feels empty because it's sunk in that he wont be able to see me until next weekend. Yes, he actually used the word 'empty'.
He just emailed me and said he's going out with his friends to get drunk because he thinks he can't sleep because he can't see me tomorrow night.
He heard some news the other day about some natural disaster warning in my city and got worried about me.
I always reply to his email with a few hours, and he says to me 'Where have you been hiding, young lady?'. I have know fucken idea what he's on about most of the time.
We're laying in bed together and he's really close to my face, and he randomly says 'Hi' to me, he tell's me how much he likes me and that he's falling in love with me, he tell's me about how my eyes are so gorgeous and about how I should be a model, to which I reply (every time) that I have know interest in doing that. He gives me financial advice about other businessy things I'm doing and warns me about all the risks, which of course I know all about, he's so cautious about everything, some times you just have to do it.
He worries about me regularly.
I have started to put some more professional restrictions on our time together, and I know this just causes him to chase more, but I will keep him in check.
Anyway, he always loves being told what to do.
Showing posts with label Clients. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clients. Show all posts
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Buy my car?
I had this client, average looking man, he'd blend into a crowd, but that doesn't really matter. He wanted a specific fantasy, he sent me an email that he'd clearly copied and pasted out of a word document.
I got to his house, dressed in an extremely short black business-like skirt, white button up top, stay up stockings and high heels, my lips were a bright shade of red and my hair was in a messy chignon.
I knocked. He answered.
"Is this Mr. X? Selling the Audi R8?" I love R8's, they are the only sports car I've seen that look amazing in white, they are yum.
"Yes. Lacey?" I nodded in response. "Come in."
I followed him through to the garage to check out his car, it's a little out of my price range but that doesn't matter in a role play. We talked about it, he was impressed at my knowledge of cars. I'm a car girl, I often spend hours cleaning my car on a Sunday afternoon, I love it, there's nothing better to do, it's relaxing and very enjoyable. I clean every inch of it, dry it with a ShamWow (yes, they're a little lame but they are actually very awesome for cleaning cars) and then every few weeks I polish her, my baby. Anyway back to the details...I had been teasing and 'accidentally' touching him throughout our conversation.
I lent over the bonnet of the car to point something out and my tiny skirt came up to reveal no underwear, he came up behind me and I could feel his hard on pressed against my pussy through his jeans. He ran his hands up my thigh and did little circles on my ass and hips, he pressed against me harder and brought one hand up to caress my breast.
He bent down on his knees and started to lightly lick my pussy, I moaned. Before I knew it he was sticking his rather large tongue into me, it's the best head I've got from a client so far. He stood up and unzipped his pants, I shot him a dirty look over my shoulder.
He put the head of his cock against my pussy and pushed the nob in, I gasped and tried to pull away.
"Please sir, I'm just hear to look at the car."
"Don't lie you little slut, I know you want it."
"Please, just let me go."
"No, I know you want me to fuck you hard, your pussy is begging for it, it's dripping wet." And with that he pushed into me, I let out a loud moan.
"No, stop, please." He fucked me harder, secretly I was enjoying myself.
"Your a tight little slut, does my hard cock feel good?"
"Uuuhhhh, yes, YES! Fuck me harder."
And he did.
"Is this Mr. X? Selling the Audi R8?" I love R8's, they are the only sports car I've seen that look amazing in white, they are yum.
"Yes. Lacey?" I nodded in response. "Come in."
I followed him through to the garage to check out his car, it's a little out of my price range but that doesn't matter in a role play. We talked about it, he was impressed at my knowledge of cars. I'm a car girl, I often spend hours cleaning my car on a Sunday afternoon, I love it, there's nothing better to do, it's relaxing and very enjoyable. I clean every inch of it, dry it with a ShamWow (yes, they're a little lame but they are actually very awesome for cleaning cars) and then every few weeks I polish her, my baby. Anyway back to the details...I had been teasing and 'accidentally' touching him throughout our conversation.
I lent over the bonnet of the car to point something out and my tiny skirt came up to reveal no underwear, he came up behind me and I could feel his hard on pressed against my pussy through his jeans. He ran his hands up my thigh and did little circles on my ass and hips, he pressed against me harder and brought one hand up to caress my breast.
He bent down on his knees and started to lightly lick my pussy, I moaned. Before I knew it he was sticking his rather large tongue into me, it's the best head I've got from a client so far. He stood up and unzipped his pants, I shot him a dirty look over my shoulder.
He put the head of his cock against my pussy and pushed the nob in, I gasped and tried to pull away.
"Please sir, I'm just hear to look at the car."
"Don't lie you little slut, I know you want it."
"Please, just let me go."
"No, I know you want me to fuck you hard, your pussy is begging for it, it's dripping wet." And with that he pushed into me, I let out a loud moan.
"No, stop, please." He fucked me harder, secretly I was enjoying myself.
"Your a tight little slut, does my hard cock feel good?"
"Uuuhhhh, yes, YES! Fuck me harder."
And he did.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Love = Chain Mail?
So, there's this john.
He's had a couple of bookings and we've spent about six hours together. He says he's falling in love with me.
He only knows a few sides of me (my friendly/confident, humourous and sexual side which I choose to show, I like to keep the rest to my personal life), he's nice, but I'm only there because he's paying me.
He seems to like it that I don't agree with everything he says just because (again) he's paying me. He is submissive and I'm naturally dominant, although I love to be made to be the submissive one. He likes that I can wrap him around my finger and still be kind.
And all this equals? He's started forwarding me on 'funny' chain mail. What the fuck?
I don't like chain mail, I don't forward it on, and I must have died a hundred times and be cursed for life for doing so. Chain mail is bullshit. BUT there has been a couple I have laughed at over the years, a rare occasion indeed.
Is sending chain mail a new sign of friendship? Or is this how he now tell people we are interested in them?
What the fuck is life coming to?
He's had a couple of bookings and we've spent about six hours together. He says he's falling in love with me.
He only knows a few sides of me (my friendly/confident, humourous and sexual side which I choose to show, I like to keep the rest to my personal life), he's nice, but I'm only there because he's paying me.
He seems to like it that I don't agree with everything he says just because (again) he's paying me. He is submissive and I'm naturally dominant, although I love to be made to be the submissive one. He likes that I can wrap him around my finger and still be kind.
And all this equals? He's started forwarding me on 'funny' chain mail. What the fuck?
I don't like chain mail, I don't forward it on, and I must have died a hundred times and be cursed for life for doing so. Chain mail is bullshit. BUT there has been a couple I have laughed at over the years, a rare occasion indeed.
Is sending chain mail a new sign of friendship? Or is this how he now tell people we are interested in them?
What the fuck is life coming to?
Sunday, February 06, 2011
Love. (part two)
As promised, here are the dirty details from my last post.
He always strips down to his underwear as soon as I arrive, tonight was no different. The was a movie on the tv (Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium), I took off my clothes and offered him a massage.
"Just tell me what to do, I'll do anything for you beautiful." He actually would, so far he's caught a flight here every weekend since our first 'date'.
I massage his back firmly, after a few minutes he starts to stroke my leg, he turns over and I kiss him. He kisses like he's trying to scoop a lot of ice cream out of my mouth, his tongue's to rigid, then he moves into the worm which makes me want to bite him, but I resist the urge.
He has a small cock. Fuck, I didn't bring the small condoms, regulars are just a little bit slippery...
I start to touch and tease his cock with one hand, and then kiss down his body. I slip a regular condom on, it fits okay, but it tends to start rolling back up. I tease his knob with my lips and tongue and start stroking up his length.
He tells me he can't take anymore and rolls me over and kisses my thighs, he's always over eager with the pressure of his tongue and I have to remind him to be gentle.
He applies to much pressure to my clit, I tell him I love to be teased with a gentle tongue. I move my hips around to encourage him...well not really, I try to keep my clit away from his harsh tongue, moving from side to side and up and down moaning a little.
He's using his tongue like a toddler who's scribbling randomly with a coloured pencil.
He fucks me doggy style up against the headboard, I can tell he's trying to hold back from coming. I'm getting a little bored, I have to remind myself not to watch the movie out the corner of my eye in case he sees.
"Come in me!" I mutter between a few moans. He obliges.
He thrusts a slowly and then withdraws, holding the condom. We lay together a little, then he gets up and has a quick shower while I clean myself up and get dressed. He wanted to go to the cinema.
We walked around the corner and bought our tickets to Tamara Drewe. He tells me I'm strange but that's what he loves about me because I don't have anything from the candy bar. I never do these days, I barely even notice I'm eating it when I'm watching the movie so why don't I have it some other time when I can actually savour it. Plus they don't offer many vegan treats.
The cinema is pretty empty so I can put my feet against the back of the chair in front of me, he starts stroking my leg a bit into the movie and moves his hand ever closer... I'm glad it's dark, otherwise it would be so obvious I'm a hooker, people wouldn't think a girl like me would be with him.
This intimacy he feels freaks me out, he seems to think it's real.
In the elevator back at the hotel, a bride and groom get in with all their friends crowding around taking photos of them going up to the room, their so happy and she looks beautiful. We talk with them and another couple who get off on the same floor.
In the room, he offers me a massage, which he's surprisingly good at. Followed up with a bit of mutual oral, me on top. It's harder to keep his tongue away from my clit in this position, so I start sucking him hard and fast, he comes quickly and takes off the condom spilling a little cum on his stomach, I grab a towel to clean him off a little and lay there for what I think is an acceptable time then hop in the shower.
I sit down on the bed and moisturize my legs and he talks about the holiday he wants to take me on in a few months. I am enthusiastic towards him, although I'm not getting my hopes up. I'd love to go, but it would be a professional holiday for me and who knows what will happen before then.
I kiss him goodbye and leave him naked on the bed.
When I get back to my car I found I got a parking ticket. Fuck this, the sign says I'm allowed to park here.
He always strips down to his underwear as soon as I arrive, tonight was no different. The was a movie on the tv (Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium), I took off my clothes and offered him a massage.
"Just tell me what to do, I'll do anything for you beautiful." He actually would, so far he's caught a flight here every weekend since our first 'date'.
I massage his back firmly, after a few minutes he starts to stroke my leg, he turns over and I kiss him. He kisses like he's trying to scoop a lot of ice cream out of my mouth, his tongue's to rigid, then he moves into the worm which makes me want to bite him, but I resist the urge.
He has a small cock. Fuck, I didn't bring the small condoms, regulars are just a little bit slippery...
I start to touch and tease his cock with one hand, and then kiss down his body. I slip a regular condom on, it fits okay, but it tends to start rolling back up. I tease his knob with my lips and tongue and start stroking up his length.
He tells me he can't take anymore and rolls me over and kisses my thighs, he's always over eager with the pressure of his tongue and I have to remind him to be gentle.
He applies to much pressure to my clit, I tell him I love to be teased with a gentle tongue. I move my hips around to encourage him...well not really, I try to keep my clit away from his harsh tongue, moving from side to side and up and down moaning a little.
He's using his tongue like a toddler who's scribbling randomly with a coloured pencil.
He fucks me doggy style up against the headboard, I can tell he's trying to hold back from coming. I'm getting a little bored, I have to remind myself not to watch the movie out the corner of my eye in case he sees.
"Come in me!" I mutter between a few moans. He obliges.
He thrusts a slowly and then withdraws, holding the condom. We lay together a little, then he gets up and has a quick shower while I clean myself up and get dressed. He wanted to go to the cinema.
We walked around the corner and bought our tickets to Tamara Drewe. He tells me I'm strange but that's what he loves about me because I don't have anything from the candy bar. I never do these days, I barely even notice I'm eating it when I'm watching the movie so why don't I have it some other time when I can actually savour it. Plus they don't offer many vegan treats.
The cinema is pretty empty so I can put my feet against the back of the chair in front of me, he starts stroking my leg a bit into the movie and moves his hand ever closer... I'm glad it's dark, otherwise it would be so obvious I'm a hooker, people wouldn't think a girl like me would be with him.
This intimacy he feels freaks me out, he seems to think it's real.
In the elevator back at the hotel, a bride and groom get in with all their friends crowding around taking photos of them going up to the room, their so happy and she looks beautiful. We talk with them and another couple who get off on the same floor.
In the room, he offers me a massage, which he's surprisingly good at. Followed up with a bit of mutual oral, me on top. It's harder to keep his tongue away from my clit in this position, so I start sucking him hard and fast, he comes quickly and takes off the condom spilling a little cum on his stomach, I grab a towel to clean him off a little and lay there for what I think is an acceptable time then hop in the shower.
I sit down on the bed and moisturize my legs and he talks about the holiday he wants to take me on in a few months. I am enthusiastic towards him, although I'm not getting my hopes up. I'd love to go, but it would be a professional holiday for me and who knows what will happen before then.
I kiss him goodbye and leave him naked on the bed.
When I get back to my car I found I got a parking ticket. Fuck this, the sign says I'm allowed to park here.
Love.
So, I just got back from an appointment with a regular.
He says he's falling in love with me.
We've only spent about 5 hours together...
At least he doesn't expect me to reflect any feelings. I know why I find this slightly...strange?
I take a long time to open up to people, like there's people I've known for years and they still don't know me properly. I am always there for them, but when I need someone, I don't let anyone near me. And he can just say he was feelings for me so easily?
I shall write up some dirty details about this booking tomorrow, right now I just want to eat my soy vanilla icecream.
He says he's falling in love with me.
We've only spent about 5 hours together...
At least he doesn't expect me to reflect any feelings. I know why I find this slightly...strange?
I take a long time to open up to people, like there's people I've known for years and they still don't know me properly. I am always there for them, but when I need someone, I don't let anyone near me. And he can just say he was feelings for me so easily?
I shall write up some dirty details about this booking tomorrow, right now I just want to eat my soy vanilla icecream.
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
Gone GaGa?
One of my regulars has started calling me his 'Lady GaGa' and I have know idea why.
He was calling me down to earth, real and sweet, as far as I know thats not at all Lady GaGa-esque.
Now, I do love a little Gaga, not so much her music even though I always end up singing and grooving to it, it's just so damn catchy! She's an individual and I like that, but I still don't see the resemblance between her and myself.
He was calling me down to earth, real and sweet, as far as I know thats not at all Lady GaGa-esque.
Now, I do love a little Gaga, not so much her music even though I always end up singing and grooving to it, it's just so damn catchy! She's an individual and I like that, but I still don't see the resemblance between her and myself.
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
No.
Saturday night I had two bookings, the first one was sweet, the second...not so sweet.
I arrived outside the hotel, one I will not be visiting again due to it's crappy nature and location of security. He had told me to give him a missed call when I was outside, so I did. I went through my phone wile I was waiting and got distracted by a text from the mum. I didn't notice this at the time, but I wasn't nervous like I usually am before a booking, I was a little cocky from my previous appointment.
"Lacey?"
"Huh, yeah?" I was more replying to a question and that he was talking to me then saying that I was she. I am still getting used to being called by a different name.
Oh right! The client, gee he has beautiful eyes, big brown puppy dog eyes, he's actually kinda cute, and fit. Why's he hiring me?
I followed him inside to the elevator, walking behind him while on my phone, the security guards were right there, I could see them looking at me through the corner of my eye, I pretended to text on my phone and didn't look back, I kept moving.
Do they know I'm a hooker and he hired me or are they just checking me out?
I greeted him properly once the elevator doors closed, we exchanged pleasantries and then there was a slithly awkward silence. The silence you get when a client feels guilty for hiring you or like your judging him for doing it, I'm a fucking hooker why would I be judging you?
It took him a couple of tries to get the key into the lock (yeah this place was so old they still used keys!), he was trying to put it in upside down.
Should I point that out? He's clearly trying to stop his hands from shaking.
He offered me drinks and food in the room, I politely declined and excused myself to the bathroom.
I sat down on the bed and petted the spot next to me for him to join me, he took all his clothes off and sat down.
Hmmm, usually they actually want to pretend we're together a little, even if they want it porn star style. Whatever.
I stood up and striped to my bra and panties, we kissed. He was an absolutely terrible kisser, he was kissing me with his teeth not his lips and he sucked harder than a vacuum cleaner, it hurt. I tried to move into a few different positions to get him to ease up a little, but he didn't even with me on top.
He wrapped his legs around me like he was a baby.
"Can we try some sex positions?" He asked. It's been like two minutes, can I go through with this?
We sat up.
I can't just have sex with him right now, he's not small it will hurt. This is making me uncomfortable, how can I get out of here?
"I drank a lot of water, I'm just going to the bathroom again." I locked the door after me.
Fuck. What am I going to do? I need to get out of here, I am not going to do this. I will feel terrible about myself if I do. I can't, and I know it.
I looked at myself in the mirror and ran my hands through my hair.
Fuck, I have to leave, now. I'll just go out there and say 'Look, I'm really sorry but I'm not feeling a connection, I'll refund you all your money, sorry I have to leave.' He seemed aggressive, what if he gets angry? I have to risk it, I will be fine. I've still gotta get dressed, if he gets pissed off how quickly can I get out of here?
I walked out of the bathroom, I clearly had a worried look on my face because he asked:
"What's wrong?"
"I'm really sorry about this, but I got my period, I can't do this, sorry, I'll refund you everything. I have to leave." Fuck why did I say that? I'm pretty sure I told him I actually had it last week, fuck fuck fuck.
"Oh." He looked at me as I quickly put my clothes on and held my legs together. "Remember you told me you had it last week?"
Shit. I replied seamlessly "Yeah, I've only been vegan for a few months and it's gone crazy, I'm really sorry." Not great for promoting the vegan lifestyle but I don't give a shit at the moment. I put the money down on the table and collected the last of my things.
"Just one more passionate kiss?" Fuck, thats why I'm leaving jerk. But I kissed him briefly. "Come on a proper one." He sounded a little aggravated, I don't he believed me but I didn't care at that moment, I kissed him once more, trying to hold him back a little, then I pulled away. My lips actually hurt after only a few minutes. I couldn't do that to myself. He wanted to walk me out, I stayed a little away from him.
I parked just around the corner, under a streetlight, I couldn't here him following me but I know he's looking. As I turned the corner I looked back and waved and smiled a little. He was still at the entrance.
I got in my car and locked the door, I waited for the car coming down the street to go around the corner, and I followed it out directly behind it.
It's to dark for him to see this is my car and he's to far away to see the number plate anyway. I'm safe.
So that was my first real scare, it taught me a lesson, listen to my fucken instincts! They would have told me if only I had listened. I'm very lucky that this turned out the way it did and it wasn't an actual bad experience, just an uncomfortable one, it will keep me more aware in the future.
Still, I'm proud of myself for having the self confidence to walk out of there when I felt uncomfortable.
He emailed and texted me today, wanting to catch up. Which is why I should have said I didn't feel a connection then he would have left me alone, or who know's maybe my instincts made me not say it and he didn't have a very angry reaction, because the period excuse came out without me even thinking. It just happened. Whatever it was, I am relieved of the outcome, but I don't want to just ignore him, I need to say I don't want to see him. But how to tell him?
I arrived outside the hotel, one I will not be visiting again due to it's crappy nature and location of security. He had told me to give him a missed call when I was outside, so I did. I went through my phone wile I was waiting and got distracted by a text from the mum. I didn't notice this at the time, but I wasn't nervous like I usually am before a booking, I was a little cocky from my previous appointment.
"Lacey?"
"Huh, yeah?" I was more replying to a question and that he was talking to me then saying that I was she. I am still getting used to being called by a different name.
Oh right! The client, gee he has beautiful eyes, big brown puppy dog eyes, he's actually kinda cute, and fit. Why's he hiring me?
I followed him inside to the elevator, walking behind him while on my phone, the security guards were right there, I could see them looking at me through the corner of my eye, I pretended to text on my phone and didn't look back, I kept moving.
Do they know I'm a hooker and he hired me or are they just checking me out?
I greeted him properly once the elevator doors closed, we exchanged pleasantries and then there was a slithly awkward silence. The silence you get when a client feels guilty for hiring you or like your judging him for doing it, I'm a fucking hooker why would I be judging you?
It took him a couple of tries to get the key into the lock (yeah this place was so old they still used keys!), he was trying to put it in upside down.
Should I point that out? He's clearly trying to stop his hands from shaking.
He offered me drinks and food in the room, I politely declined and excused myself to the bathroom.
I sat down on the bed and petted the spot next to me for him to join me, he took all his clothes off and sat down.
Hmmm, usually they actually want to pretend we're together a little, even if they want it porn star style. Whatever.
I stood up and striped to my bra and panties, we kissed. He was an absolutely terrible kisser, he was kissing me with his teeth not his lips and he sucked harder than a vacuum cleaner, it hurt. I tried to move into a few different positions to get him to ease up a little, but he didn't even with me on top.
He wrapped his legs around me like he was a baby.
"Can we try some sex positions?" He asked. It's been like two minutes, can I go through with this?
We sat up.
I can't just have sex with him right now, he's not small it will hurt. This is making me uncomfortable, how can I get out of here?
"I drank a lot of water, I'm just going to the bathroom again." I locked the door after me.
Fuck. What am I going to do? I need to get out of here, I am not going to do this. I will feel terrible about myself if I do. I can't, and I know it.
I looked at myself in the mirror and ran my hands through my hair.
Fuck, I have to leave, now. I'll just go out there and say 'Look, I'm really sorry but I'm not feeling a connection, I'll refund you all your money, sorry I have to leave.' He seemed aggressive, what if he gets angry? I have to risk it, I will be fine. I've still gotta get dressed, if he gets pissed off how quickly can I get out of here?
I walked out of the bathroom, I clearly had a worried look on my face because he asked:
"What's wrong?"
"I'm really sorry about this, but I got my period, I can't do this, sorry, I'll refund you everything. I have to leave." Fuck why did I say that? I'm pretty sure I told him I actually had it last week, fuck fuck fuck.
"Oh." He looked at me as I quickly put my clothes on and held my legs together. "Remember you told me you had it last week?"
Shit. I replied seamlessly "Yeah, I've only been vegan for a few months and it's gone crazy, I'm really sorry." Not great for promoting the vegan lifestyle but I don't give a shit at the moment. I put the money down on the table and collected the last of my things.
"Just one more passionate kiss?" Fuck, thats why I'm leaving jerk. But I kissed him briefly. "Come on a proper one." He sounded a little aggravated, I don't he believed me but I didn't care at that moment, I kissed him once more, trying to hold him back a little, then I pulled away. My lips actually hurt after only a few minutes. I couldn't do that to myself. He wanted to walk me out, I stayed a little away from him.
I parked just around the corner, under a streetlight, I couldn't here him following me but I know he's looking. As I turned the corner I looked back and waved and smiled a little. He was still at the entrance.
I got in my car and locked the door, I waited for the car coming down the street to go around the corner, and I followed it out directly behind it.
It's to dark for him to see this is my car and he's to far away to see the number plate anyway. I'm safe.
So that was my first real scare, it taught me a lesson, listen to my fucken instincts! They would have told me if only I had listened. I'm very lucky that this turned out the way it did and it wasn't an actual bad experience, just an uncomfortable one, it will keep me more aware in the future.
Still, I'm proud of myself for having the self confidence to walk out of there when I felt uncomfortable.
He emailed and texted me today, wanting to catch up. Which is why I should have said I didn't feel a connection then he would have left me alone, or who know's maybe my instincts made me not say it and he didn't have a very angry reaction, because the period excuse came out without me even thinking. It just happened. Whatever it was, I am relieved of the outcome, but I don't want to just ignore him, I need to say I don't want to see him. But how to tell him?
Monday, January 31, 2011
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
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.
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.
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
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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