The application of tough love seems to be the order of the day. I just seem to be surrounded by people (clients and would be clients) over-stepping the mark.
Online chatters are the worst culprits. Which part of “Busy” do they have trouble digesting? And when I replace this with an […]

Today’s client takes the Girl Friend Experience (GFE) to a whole new playing field. Escorts are the only sexual experience he has ever had although I tell him he’s got enough going for him to bag himself his own lass. But he’s happy with the way things are so I imagine I’ll still […]

A roller coaster day.
Mr X phoned again. I was working at my desk when the phone rang. I ignored it again which gets harder each time. When I played back the message, it was blank. But it said a lot more than the 16 or so messages of his that […]

Yes, there’s a new kid on the block ready to blog his experiences on the other side of the escort/client relationship. Or at least I think he’s new to the blogging scene. The musings of Dreamt Somebody Loved Me And very much welcome after the recent departure of the Beau De Jour blog.
When […]

Perhaps it’s the weather. Mr X phoned again today. Again I stepped away from the phone like a booby trapped device as soon as I recognised his number.. I never had a contingency plan of what to say to him. This time last year we were eating our liver pate rolls […]

Mr Muddy looked great today. Considering how ill he was at the beginning of the year (the flu lingers a lot longer with the older population). He knew he was on the mend when that old familiar stirring began once more in his loins.
At his age though, the best he can […]

I haven’t had any significantly overweight clients (or lovers). I recall a phone enquiry for erotic wrestling and face sitting. When he arrived, he was text book obese. How, I wondered, was I going to effectively wrestle and subdue him (even though he clearly wanted to be subdued). The wrestling took place and wasn’t as […]

This could be an escort’s dream booking. Or dream nightmare.
He’d been my choice out of two options to see this afternoon. A few things had to be re-arranged, but we’d made it. And now he was sitting there, shaking hand holding on to his cup of tea for dear life. He […]

I have obviously caused great offence to Mr Big.
I’ve never seen the inside of his wallet, nor am I sure what kind of car he drives as he always parks around the corner. But I know what I’ve seen and the only name for him is Mr Big. Go figure.
He is an […]

He phoned during Eastenders. I recall because I had to resentfully mute the sound while Sharon and Dennis were having a Tete a Tete. For a change, it wasn’t the normal pseudo incestuous Tete a Tete that they’d been indulging in of late so I didn’t have to watch the scene through my fingers.
And then […]

My 12 noon appointment phoned just after 10 am to announce he was making good progress along the M25 and expected to be on time.
This was a relief in more ways than one. My gamble had paid off. Today is my incall day at a certain hotel in Victoria, London. Numero Uno and I […]

The below blog leaves little to the imagination in matters of a particular sexual nature. I would suggest that you avoid reading it if you are easily offended or know in your heart that you really shouldn’t be reading material of this nature.
So, here it goes:
He was Irish and I was proud of myself […]

I’m pleased to report that my “role-play” session went better than I could have hoped. No cry-baby hysterics from me (I’ve been watching too many soppy films, methinks), never a sense of being out of control.
The day before, in fact, the morning after I’d blogged my concerns, I got another email from him. […]

I was walking past a book shop opposite Balham Station when a book in the window caught my eye. A distinguished looking older man, a weathered, but extremely wise face was holding my gaze. Well, technicaly, gazing over my left shoulder. I peered closer. Ernest Hemingway. I might have guessed.

I’m becoming increasingly concerned about an escort booking I’ve accepted.
It’s a role-play scenario where the client will pretend to be … okay … I just realised he never used the word rape in his email correspondence. That would have guaranteed an instant refusal from me. There’s nothing even remotely sexual […]