There are a few reasons why people think I may have retired from escorting. Some men point to the fact that I haven't had a new escort review on sites like Punternet since 2005. Or maybe 2007.

One guy, at the end of a ession as he was dressed and about to leave asked, with a really perplexed look on his face, "How come you haven't had a new field report in years?" I told him I didn't know. I never pressurise clients into writing one, neither do I suggest it.  If brought up in conversation, I'd acknowledge that such a gesture would be appreciated, but I would never follow it up. 

The odd lient has promised to write one but submits it to Punternet and either gets it rejected or doesn't see it up, or something. So they ive up because they hadn't thought to keep a copy of it and once they'd hit the submit button, they'd lost all their pain-staking
work.  One guy has been visiting me almost every month for the last two years, been the one to bring up the topic of field reports, promised he'd do one, but would admit, next time he brought it up, that he hadn't got round to it.

My response to the guy that asked why I hadn't had a punter review in so long should have been, "Are you planning to write one?"

But I would never be so bold and it isn't really about making any one feel bad, although it's almost laughable when the answer is staring enquirers in the face!

Ironically, an unknown fact was that whenever it came to my attention that a client had submitted a review for me that got published, I used to reward them with a discount off their next escort booking with me (since most guys that write a positive review do say they'd return to illustrate the courage of their conviction). I stress the past tense, when I say used to, because, well, I haven't had a review in years so no one has qualified for such a display of gratitude. Also, now that I've put this fact in the public domain, it will place under unwarranted scrutinity the integrity of any review I should get, hereafter. It will, in addition, for me, call into question the integrity and motives of any client that suddenly insists on reviewing me.

I always loved the surprised look on returning client/reviewer's face when I'd tell him the good news. Or the shocked email esponse if I broke the news via email. In case you are wondering, the discount used to be that the next session would be half price until one lucky recipient, with a better ead for business than I, chided me that this was far too generous a discount. Reluctantly I reduced the thank you gift to 20 per cent. I also had to stipulate that it was a one time offer! It meant more to me that a person had done me this kindness of recommending my business to others, without expecting anything in return.  By contrast, I savoured an almost sadistic pleasure in watching happy clients walk away, knowing they would never go he extra mile by reviewing me and thus, I would owe them nothing extra either.  Especially the ones that had over-stayed the time they had paid for and yet not even ventured to offer a little extra for the inconvenience of keeping me from taking other booking enquiries or just pursuing my own personal interests.  Because, I do have life.

There was also the case of one field report link that I clicked on and found the author had had it deleted. For some reason, rightly or wrongly, I felt cheated and, although it was the first time I was aware of that one had been deleted at the request of the author, I felt embarrased, like someone had publicly withdrawn a thank you.

 Mind you, there are often dire reasons why a punter may need to have all his reports deleted – like the accountant whose wife discovered he'd been seeing escorts and read through and printed every single one of his detailed exploits before a heart-breaking confrontation.

The even sadder scenario is when a client, on his death bed, is wrapping up his affairs and deletes all his field reports, and his escort forum profiles. But within the escort-punter community, only a handful of people will realise why his digital existence is being extinguished unless he leaves instructions for a post-humous good-bye.

Or a man finds himself the focus of a witch-hunt and outing programme so needs to cover his tracks.

But in this case, I think I know who the guy was that withdrew his review and I think I know why (he was spitting his dummy out because he wanted me to have a particular brand of porn films and a specific type of dressing gown on when I greeted him at the door.  I had neither and did not know if I'd have the time to at least go out and buy the porn films.  I told him I would do my best in time for the booking that was four days away at the time.  He emailed to cancel, saying he had to go in to work.  I thought nothing more of it although I did wonder if he'd cancelled because I wouldn't make going out to buy a silk dressing gown and porn a priority on my to-do list.  I never heard back from him either and thought nothing of it until I discovered the deleted review.  I could be wrong and it may not have been him.   I just never had the time or inclination to do my homework and confirm this for a fact. It's not as if I planned to retaliate, or anything.  But it did make me ponder the art of rewarding review writers, even though the way I did it presented no incentive for one to be written in the first place. And he had probably, several visits later, totally forgotten that he'd ever claimed his discount.

As it is, I've seen no ebb or change to my bookings, both existing and new (as well as men seeing an escort for the first time) despite the lack of field reports. After all, many working girls run a successful and busy escort business without a single field report. Having any, no matter how out of date, is thus an advantage, and quite informative for those wanting to take the plunge and make one of the most nerve-wracking transactions of their entire life.

Another reason people writely or wrongly thought I may have retired is because of the lack of blog updates. Ironic that an escort blog can help a sex worker boost their business (any escort that says they blog purely for the pleasure of it should face a lie-detector test, especially if the blog is littered with subliminal "book me, I'm the best thing since sliced bread and geisha girls!" messages between the lines).  But to cease blogging, to some is to cease existing. I still exist!

But again, in spite of the absence of blog updates, guys still took the initiative and phoned or emailed me to ask about my availability. For some potential punters, reading what a lady writes unhindered in her blog, rather than the uninspiring copy on her
About Me page, gives him insight into the mind of the lady he would like to spend his time with – assuming it is the kind of guy that is as interested in the lady's brain as he is in the size of her bra cup. The two combined do make sweet music between the sheets.

Yes, so, there's a lot of reasons to think I've stopped escorting. But I haven't. I think I've said so here before, after another blogging hiatus, that the hardest blog to write is the first one after a long silence. Like phoning up a lover after an inexplicable and unacceptable passage
of time and not quite knowing whether to launch into a merry update, or profusely apologise. And while pondering the options, the gap widens until it appears almost hostile.

You know, it's felt really nice to write this. A combination of writer's block and a busy life just meant that updating an escort blog was just one thing less
on my endless to-do list of things to do. But on an almost daily basis, there has always been something that would have been humourous to blog about. If only I could find
the time.

Will I be retiring soon? Almost certainly. Will I stop blogging abruptly once again? I wish I could promise this would not be so.

This is why twitter is a blessing as I can now just give an immediate update, or share a thought, knowing I am limited to 140 characters (or is it 160 characters). That certainly curbs the writing flow. You can follow me on twitter (http://www.twitter.com/ebonypru), which may probably end up doing more to whet your appetites in the long run. I've just got to figure out how to incorporate it into my relevant cyber lodgings, so those that care to know what I am up to can find themselves up to date, at a glance.

The most significant update is that I now have a central London incall location which is Notting Hill, W2 IN ADDITION TO my Streatham Hill location.  My predominant day at Notting Hill is Tuesday, but in extenuating circunstances, I may be able to arrange availability there on other days if the enquiry is from an existing client.  This flexibility cannot be extended to first time enquirer for the simple reason that a a first timer, they are yet to prove their reliability in a rather flakey pass time!

xxx

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