The Day Snow Lost Its Innocence

It had been his second call. The first was to book me for an overnight while he would be in London. This time he was stuttering a little. He wanted to discuss some of the services on offer. But he was embarrassed at what he wanted to ask.
“Go on,” I urged [...]

Not Dirty Enough

Do you offer face-sitting?” came the timid voice at the end of the line.
Does a bear shit in the woods?
We got to the front door at the same time (I was on my way back from Hatfield when he had called). The rain had started to fall and my hair was frizzing, threatening to [...]

Taking Trust To The Limits

It was his second visit in less than a fortnight and it was good (and flattering) to see him again so soon.  Embarrassing that I could remember that he had a dog that he loves more than he could ever love a child. And I recalled his marital status, even the age [...]

Overnighters and Cross-Purposes

“Are You Awake?”
My eyes struggled open and I was staring into the darkness. I’d been fast asleep moments ago. I knew this, because I’d been in the middle of a dream. So how come I was suddenly not so deep asleep. By my side was a client who no doubt had [...]

At Home With Mr Muddy

I was invited to a get-together in Bognor Regis organised by a retired working girl. Mr Muddy had been invited also, and technically, I went as his avec. I could feel the stares of the other old biddies at the gathering as we did make a weird looking couple. I could read [...]

A Rude Awakening

My eyes flew open in a panic. Had I over-slept? I glanced at my phone, muted to silent. The time was 9.30 am.  I exhaled with relief and prepared to turn over and “let the other side bake some”. But noticed that my phone also showed a missed call. [...]

Such a Sweet Guy

I was almost ready to leave the City. I’d been working late and the phone rang. I recognised the caller and okayed it for him to come over. We’d spoken a few times, but never met.Â
First shock. He was quite young. This never came across on the phone. [...]

Beau De Jour, No More, No Less

I had lunch with Sex Blogging royalty today. No other than Beau De Jour himself (not to be confused with Belle De jour, a she). It almost didn’t happen though. His getting away depended on him being able to steal away without being missed.Â
I know that dilemma only too well. [...]

Some You Win, Some You Don’t So Win

During an interlude, I asked a client if he wanked, as one does, and if so, how often. It’s called small talk. NO pun intended!!!
“That’s a rather personal question,” he retorted, without a trace of humour.
With an “are you for real?” expression, I motioned with my hand towards our nakedly intertwined bodies.
“I think [...]

Orgasmic Views and Post Orgasmic Protests

The view from his verandah was breath-taking. And the verandah itself tauntingly private.
“Have you ever shagged out here?” That’s me; subtle.
“I don’t fancy the surface,” he replied, gesturing towards the rough cement floor.
“Who said anything about lying down? Just do it doggy style, like this,” and I demonstrated by leaning suggestively with [...]

So, What Do You Say?

I went for a manicure today. The first thing I wanted was two thirds of my nails trimmed away. They don’t half grow fast. But for the amount of typing and other finicky things I’ve wanted to do in a hurry lately, I can do with them being shorter.
The lady that does [...]

Locked in Translation

We’d just got inside when I realised I’d left my hold-all with outfits in the car. I excused myself and raced out, my mind bent on picking it up and returning as quickly as possible.Â
And things were running smoothly until I got back to the door and realised my keys were inside. [...]

The Return of Sleep Pru

I had a wardrobe fitment arriving today and so couldn’t take any bookings as they gave a very wide 12 to 5 pm window for the delivery and building of the wardrobe. I dozed away dreamily on my beanbag, fast becoming my favourite furniture piece, and had difficulty staying awake for Family Affairs. [...]

You Need Good Knees To Turn Good Tricks

Talk about a Cheshire Cat Grin. This fellow told me that he’d often lusted after my web site but Streatham was well beyond his reach. As soon as he saw my announcement on Punternet that I was now near Old Street, he was on the phone to me. And so here he [...]

Tripping in the City

I lost my balance over uneven paving while on the phone to a client as I was approaching my apartment. A motherly old lady (the first time I’d seen another black person in the area) came over to my aid. It was embarrassing. I tried to wave her away and tell her I [...]