Monday 28 February 2011

Text Offenders, Forgiving & forgetting..

Blogger time!!

What's up people?!

Yesterday night I had this stupid twat texting me "hey x" several times, despite me not replying.  You'd think the bugger would get the message right?  Well he continued sending me these stupid messages until I got fed up and replied with "Stop your shit right now.  Find someone else to inflict yourself on.  Don't contact me again".

That's straight forward and polite, considering he was becoming a pest.  It stopped for a few hours, then at almost 2am he starts again.

This morning I woke up in a very foul mood and called the shit.  The phone went straight to voicemail.  I left him a message that was just as foul as my mood.  Think he must have got a sharp shock when he checked his voicemail LOL.

If he texts me one more time I'll be on the phone to his network provider reporting him for harassment.

Generally I don't tend to be on the receiving end of harassment as ignoring, a warning message and my general manner will let guys know that I'm not the one to play these silly games with.  That's not to say I don't have a pleasant telephone manner, of course I do.  When I answer the phone I'll always be polite with a cheerful disposition unless I've told you not to contact me again, in which case if you're stupid enough to do so expect to incur my full wrath and as I don't really care what I say when irate don't expect it to be anything nice.


Anyway enough of that.  Text offenders, you've been warned!!


Recently someone gave me cause for concern with their actions.  It resulted in my mind working overtime.  Before I could let it upset or anger me I felt it was easier to cut the strings rather than sit back and see how the situation would "pan out".  This would result in me having to put on a "front" and internalise my feelings whilst playing the waiting game.  I don't have the patience or tolerance threshold for that.  

Once I'd explained how I felt about the situation, the person apologised and explained why they did what they did.  We decided to continue as we were beforehand.  However, part of me is still very annoyed and now the person's given me cause for concern I'm now guarded in a way I wasn't before.  The problem is trying to balance what was apparently a genuine mistake with my issue of crossing the line.  Forgiving someone is one thing, but by crossing the line and planting the seed of doubt it automatically changes the balance of things.  Is the concept of forgive and forget ever possible?  

What does a person do when they can't forget?  The situation is one where I'd be unnecessarily cutting off my nose to spite my face by being stubborn and not giving a second chance.  I'm sure somewhere in the grand scheme of it all this will help to make me a better person.. although it's all too easy to make a clean cut.  Sometimes it's easier to lose a hand than an entire limb.  Gangrene springs to mind.


I watched Hancock yesterday for the first time.  I really enjoyed the film.  It's one of those movies I intended to see in the cinema but never quite got around to it.  Wished I had now.  Better late than never though eh?!  Can't think why it had so many bad reviews as the story line was good.  Will Smith and Charlize Theron acted very well.  Comedy, action, romance and some touching moments, not the really sappy shit though.


Still not had any bookings.  The phone hasn't rang once today.  Glad it's not just me though!  I need to get my act together and get back to webcamming *rolls eyes*  Plus I have birthdays of families, friends and myself coming up so need to get those bucks rolling in.


Yesterday I was watching "Lock up".  A documentary about US prisoners in maximum security state penetentiaries.  I always like watching these programmes.  Life incarcerated under extreme conditions.  These people are under lock and chain like dogs on leads virtually 24/7.  This particular episode showed 3 prisoners who had the whites of their eyes tattooed.  Red, blue and black.  They did this with needles and said it was painful.  I can bloody well believe that!  They looked flippin crazy!  You really can't expect to be rehabilitated and reintegrated back into society when you do such things that will isolate you from most people in society.  Who the fuck is going to employ you when you look like a freak straight up from a horror movie?  If they did it for the shock factor they succeeded on that front.


I haven't got anything exciting to report, nada, nish, zilch.  I've been a good girl, no sexy, sordid debauchery of late.


During this quiet period I've been using time to read many forums reporting on timewasters, misogynistic punter forums (another blog in the making) and being well rested.


So that's me done for today.. Hasta la vista *mwah*



Monday 21 February 2011

Reflecting on last week... It's been a while ;)

Hello Blogging World..

I've been a bad girl, neglecting my blogging duties, but to be honest lately I can't be arsed to write a thing!

So.. what have I been up to?!

I went to Northampton over the weekend to visit a friend (let's call the Friend "X").  X is in a private secure mental unit.  I'm always worried when visiting these places in case they decide to keep me in there.

How did X become a resident of such a place?  Basically through lashing out, not engaging the brain before the fists, serious assault on a police officer, led X to Holloway.  Whilst in prison X assaulted a prison officer.  Together with an unstable background and other issues I won't go into led X to be sectioned and end up in a psychiatric unit where X was confined and medicated constantly.  X eventually was transferred to a private provider in Northampton.

When visiting X, I was surprised at how dilated the pupils were.  My goodness, they were almost as large as the eyeballs themselves, a sure sign of serious medication.  X has been at this place for over 2 years and there's no set day for release.  To me, this is worse than a prison sentence.  At least if you're sentenced to 5 years imprisonment, you could be out in 2 on good behaviour.  Being detained indefinitely must bear some similarities to life imprisonment.

It's quite scary really, looking at X's predicament.  Knowing full well that I could easily have ended up in the same place had I not learned to engage my brain before my mouth or fists.  Being the hot-headed fiery character I am, can lead one down a very slippery slope of virtually no return.  It scares me at times.  

The place where X is staying probably costs around 1 million a week to run.  They have everything there.  It looks like a celebrity retreat where they go to recover from drugs or nervous breakdowns.  Church on site, swimming pool, shops, on site therapists and cooks, you name it they have it and brand spanking new.  But whichever way you look at it, it's a mental secure unit.  Freedom is priceless.

I had my first Indian takeaway meal (for this year) over the weekend.  Honestly it was disgusting.  I love Indian cuisine, but this was full of oil and everything was so sweet.  I don't go for sugar in meat.  It's either sweet or savoury.  Sweet meat is not my thing!  I ended up munching a pack of cream crackers a few hours later.  I must say the restaurant around the corner from me does excellent cuisine, Indian, Nepalese and Sri Lankan cuisine.  It's never greasy, full of flavour, nicely priced and of a high standard.

I had no bookings whatsoever for escorting last week.  February has been a horrid month.  One of the worst since I started escorting.  The phone barely rang, when it did, it was time wasters.  I wondered at one point if there was a problem with my phone line.  That's how bad it was.

I guess guys are still feeling the pinch from Christmas, New Years, January sales, Valentines day and half-term for school.  Pay day isn't until next week.  

Yesterday I had a guy prolifically sending texts, when I replied by text asking to call me to arrange a booking.  He called and you know the bastard "drop" called me, then had the cheek to text me asking me to call him back!  I sent him a final text saying "Just stop right now.  Find someone else to inflict yourself on.  You'll receive no further response from me".  That was it, he got the message.  

Two phone calls today, am I available for bookings within an hour's notice.  Both were refused.  Clearly these guys are looking for cum buckets or they think I'm sitting around in hooker gear waiting for their bookings.  Yes, the cash would be handy, but it's the principle of the matter here.  I do have a life outside of escorting.  I'm not at anyone's beck and call.

This week I'd like to go to the cinema and see "Big Mommas House - Like father like son", something like that.  Looks like it'll be a funny comedy.

So on top of that I'm hoping I get to see a few clients this week.  Seems like ages since I had a booking and I do enjoy entertaining clients, dressing up, being a temptress and the feel of crisp bank notes in the palm of my hand.

Well that's me over and out, time for a cuppa soup, my tummy is rumbling big time.

Catch you all sooner, rather than later *mwah*

Wednesday 16 February 2011

Monday 14 February 2011

Roses are red.. violets are blue..

Valentines day is commercialised crap
Created to drain the finances out of you

Happy Valentines Day LOL
 
This morning I awoke to a text from Tony, wishing me a happy valentines day, stating that he wished he could spend it with me.  I responded by hitting the DELETE button.  This is a guy that's called me previously for no particular reason, sounded pretty needy on the phone and wanted me to accompany him to a swingers party and participate for £50ph.  Then proceeded to send me apologetic text messages the next day about how he was in a drunken stupor.

I received a call today from a woman, I think she said she was a working girl, asking about my rates for a three some over the weekend and if I'd be interested.  Well that's a first!  Never had a call from another working girl other than the mad crazy hardened hooker that harassed me for 2 months by calling virtually everyday until I installed a call blocker.  Ironically, that all started with a few phonecalls and a threesome too.  Any booking with another working girl, I'd definitely proceed with caution.   

Other than that its been a very quiet day.  My phone hasn't rang once for bookings, enquiries or phone chats.  I did at one point wonder if my line was working, but I've had a few text messages so that's not the case.

Been feeling very fucking horny today.  I can't even remember how many times I've jerked off.  Need some more real cock very soon.  A real cunt filler.. a nice long, thick, hard cock, accompanied with an experienced tongue.

That's all, nothing particularly exciting has happened in NT's world today.  

So that's me, checking in and checking out.. yeah baby!! *mwah*

Sunday 13 February 2011

Lazy Sunday.. weird callers..

Evening All..

Well for the best part of today.. no scrap that.. all of today I've been a lazy cow and lounged on the sofa all day.  Yep all bloody day.  Looked out the window, saw grey skies and thought fuck it, I can't be asked to do anything and nothing's planned, so the plan is/was to do nada!!


This morning I awoke to an email from Yahoo telling me I'd violated their T&C's and my account was at risk. LOL.  Must've been my controversial blog yesterday as nothing else is out of the ordinary.  Well.. if they boot me from Yahoo, I reckon I'll survive.  I have a string of my own domain emails I can create and to be frank, no one ever talks to me on Yahoo unless I'm conducting a webcam show.  Infact most of my shows are conducted on Direct Cam, MSN and Skype.

I've been pleasantly surprised at the positive and constructive support I've received since discussing my dilemna about PN.  Onwards and upwards!  I was anticipating a stream of unpleasant emails and responses to my blog as a backlash but have had nothing of the sort.  So thanks very much to the supporters.


Today a guy called me, asking if he can see me for an incall when it clearly states the dates on my website for availability.  When I said I was available for outcalls only today, he had the cheek to ask me if I'm up for a car meet.  Car meet??  What the fuck!!  Any guy mentions a car meet to me, the warning signals go off *BLING BLING.. RED ALERT RED ALERT.. POTENTIAL MANIAC.. CHEAP SKATE BASTARD.. CLAPPED OUT MOTOR.."  I'll leave the car meets to the street walkers.  I'm not climbing in the back of some broken down hatch back.  I suppose he'd want a discount too or even for me to provide the car and drive to him HA!  Needless to say the pleb has been and shall forever be relegated to the blocked list.


Had a few horny phone chats today.  First guy said he was looking at my naughty nurse photos online.  Wanted a role play with him being my dirty slut patient, pussy and arse worrship and then me getting ontop.  Well I'd barely got to the "getting ontop" part when I heard him cumming.  Honestly, I could've sworn blind the geezer was constipated or having some kind of seizure.  Then the phone went dead.  Strange but true!


Another one called, this is the same stupid fucker that called me in the Co-op a few weeks ago.  "Oh Mistress.. are you interested in having a slave to rent out.  My holes are really big.  I keep them stretched with inflatable dildos.  I can fit a 2 litre coke bottle in my arse.  I can take deep fisting, just past your elbow.  I love black cocks.  If you want me to mess around with any pets, dogs, horses, I'm able to do that".


What a sick arse fantasist.  I told him that I'd never entertain bestiality.  I don't condone cruelty to animals.  I played along with him on the other aspects.  He thinks he's so smart, like I don't recognise his voice or know he's called and come on cam numerous times.  Twat!  I've already told him to make a booking with me, to use my strap-on and do some other crazy shit to him.  It'll never happen, it's all in his head and that's the best place for it to stay.  I mean who on God's earth is gonna lend me their pet for a session with this fool?!  Would you?  Not that I'd be able to watch, that's just disgusting!  I think he told me all those things for the shock factor.  


Friday a guy came to see me who I hadn't seen before.  He sent me a text after booking, asking me not to wear any scented perfumes.  I take that as "I'm married, my wife is a sniffer dog" type of thing.  I was considering not washing my pussy, crack or armpits.  Letting him have a marinated in yesterday's pussy juice fest, but thought better of it.  Hmmn.. I like a fresh pussy and I can't be having him writing a field report saying oh the aroma was so strong, I could tell she hadn't washed down under.  That might float his boat, but that ain't for everyone.  Anyway I showered a few hours prior to his arrival and put some deoderant on.  He said he wouldn't have minded if I hadn't used anything because he likes the natural smells.  Well he might very well like that, but I'm not into smelling like a doner kebab on any of my bookings.. ugh!!


Moving on.. when he arrived he said "Oh I'm not really interested in penetration, I like to lick pussy, rim and worship arse".  Requested I wear a crotchless body stocking.  We're in a 69 position, my arse is covering his face.  20 minutes into our booking he's asking me for condoms.  I thought I was hearing things, so I continued in 69.  Again, I hear this muffled request asking for condoms. LOL.  I felt like saying "Mate, you said you didn't want a fuck.. what the fuck has changed?!"  But me.. I'm always up for a fuck, so I got the condoms and we had some really great sex.  I guess I must've tempted him without intentionally tempting him.. if you know what I mean?! LOL.  He did give me a very good orgasm working that tongue of his.


I finished him off with another 69 and him blowing his load into my mouth.  Actually I wanted to get ontop and have a ride, but more often than not is the case that once I get my lips wrapped around a guy's cock, they like it too much for me to stop or they don't last long enough.


A regular came round the same evening.  He's now virtually forbidden me to give him any BJ's.  I'm permitted a quick lick.  Think he fell prey to one too many of my BJ's and he's always determined to fuck me.  Actually come to think of it, for me to fuck him.  He likes to lay back and enjoy the ride and I set myself in cruise control.  That's what he likes rather than full throttle.  He always makes me cum with his tongue and I do enjoy his visits, especially when he brings me olives with a meditteranean sauce, feta cheese and cherry tomatoes.  The man can't go wrong there.


Friday - Saturday was one of the worst hotel experiences ever.  This hotel I'd stayed in previously but recently they'd refurbished it.  The internet wasn't working and I had noisy neighbours.  I was bored out of my skull once my two bookings had left and it was too late to go home.  I can't do without my internet and mobile internet isn't the same.  Tried my T-mobile dongle, that wasn't picking up a signal.  I was fuming.  Needless to say the manager has a 2 paged letter of complaint.  If a hotel has no internet, I don't book it.  So the way I see it is they took my money under deception.  Still waiting for that credit refund.  Bastards!!


I wonder what the week ahead will have in store for me.  Let's wait and see eh?!  Hopefully a few more interesting bookings and no car meets.  This ain't Top Gear or Knight Rider and I ain't the Stig or Kit.


Catch you on the flip side *mwah*

Monday 7 February 2011

Advertising, Blocking Morons & Jacking Off.. Another day in NT's world!!

Evening All..

Been so busy today registering with yet more directories and getting myself listed.  It seems like a never ending job.  Trying to get listed on the infamous Punternet is becoming near on impossible.  I put in an ad last week and it was deleted.  I was careful not to contravene T&C's.  No explanation was given, it just disappeared after I awaited approval for one bloody week!  I'm beginning to think there's some kind of conspiracy going on as a client tried to submit a field report for me and that was rejected too.


Apparently I'm on the "No Reports List".  What the fuck is that?!  And more importantly.. How the fuck did I get there?!  After sending an email to the administrator last month, I'm still none the wiser.  I certainly didn't ask to be put there, or request that no field reports be submitted for me and I don't partake in "risque" services such as bare back sex.  Yes, I am on Adult Work, but so are 90% of the women advertising on Punternet.  It wouldn't bother me so much if the administrator had the decency to respond and let me know what the problem is.  Also because it's meant to be a rather good site when it comes to attracting business this is the only reason I persist, but hey, if I can't get onto Punternet, life goes on.  I've put in another ad, waiting for approval so if this one mysteriously disappears, then I bloody well give up!

I was meant to host incalls today, but of the calls that came through, none materialised into bookings, so I cancelled it.

I received a text message today from someone along the lines of "Hi, I know you're mad at me, but I was wondering if I can have a booking, if you can come and visit me today?"  The entry in my phone is logged as "Block" and I have no idea who it is, so needless to say I deleted that text without a response.  If you end up in the blocked list, then you're permanently relegated there and I don't question who the hell you are after I put you there, it's as simple as that LOL.  Same with those put on block or ignore in MSN or Skype, I never go into the managed block users list, if you're there, you're there until Kingdom come!

Oh, another thing, the memory on my phone is full for the auto-reject list so I can't add any further numbers to it.  That's a bloody bummer!  That facility is so handy.  Rather than have the fuckers ringing my phone constantly and ignoring it.  So looks like I'll have to go out and buy an android phone at some stage because I need more than 100 entries, more like 1000 for the blocked list.

Today I've been feeling really horny.  I've spent most of it jacking off.  Goodness gracious me.  Hardly a productive day.  I need a good seeing to and sooner rather than later.

The twitter followers are starting to increase and a few twitters are tweeting at me!!  Whoa.. LOL.  I have at present 22 followers and I'm following 42.  

No one's following my blog, but hey I know people are reading it, after looking at the stats I'm not feeling so alone, like I'm writing to a mass void, which is encouraging to say the least.


Tomorrow perhaps I'll speak about a topic, but today's blog is for waffling.. and indeed I am good at that.


So I'm off.. to watch Family Guy and eat some more cream crackers.


Ciao ciao *mwah*

Sunday 6 February 2011

How I started escorting - Part 2

Evening All!!

Well I'm back to give you the second part of my escorting story.
After leaving 007 escort agency back in 2001/2.. I never considered returning to escorting.  The desire wasn't there and alot of other things were occupying my life.

A few years down the line 2009, an old friend of mine suggested I join Adult Work (AW).  His thoughts were that as I was always cruising the net for free sex with strangers on Adult FriendFinder and similar sites, why not get paid to do exactly that?!  I thought he was joking but he wasn't.  Anyway, I brushed off his suggestions for the best part of a year.  Then one day I decided to have a look at what he kept banging on about.

When I opened up AW in my browser I was immediately put off.  Too much happening on the home page, information overload.  I didn't know where to begin, so I bookmarked it and left it for another 6 months.

One day I decided to return, I can't remember the exact reason, probably a combination of boredom and curiosity.  I registered as a service provider, put a few sexy pics up and wrote a profile.  I remember that taking me the best part of 4 hours.

I rang my friend to tell him of my achievements and felt very chuffed!  All I needed was for my new number to ring.  Within 12 hours of putting up the profile I received a 30 minute booking.  An outcall in Deptford.  I was so excited, couldn't believe it.

Arrived promptly, I remember it being a Sunday.  It was a black guy, went upstairs into his room.  Received my cash (oh yeah.. still never forget to receive that straight up - NO PAY NO PLAY!)  Took my clothes off down to my fishnet lingerie and proceeded to give him a BJ.  He had a pencil dick and pissed on the theory of all black guys being VWE, but I already knew that from past experience!  Anyway, back to the script.. Gave him a BJ, he sucked my pussy, wasn't very good at it.  Then we fucked in doggystyle for 10 minutes until he blew his load.

After that I wiped up, got dressed, thanked him and left.  I remember thinking "fuck me that was easy money".  I drove home with a smile on my face and called my mate to tell him the good news.

My friend, (well he isn't anymore but that's a story for another blog!) he uses AW when funds permit for the odd punt and also likes taking photos.  An amateur photographer.  He agreed to take a few photos.  We eventually had 2 photo shoots together.  The first in April 2010 at his home, the second in August 2010 outdoors on a green chain nature walk and in his home.  Both were lots of fun and helped alot in building my profile.  Guys tend to like the outdoor shots, I had lots of good feedback for those.

From January - July I had the odd occasional booking, was never busy but the cash came in handy and the escorting was a nice change from the boring office job.  In July I decided to branch out into camming and phone chat.  I've met a few guys who've cammed with me and gone on to book me for escorting which is always nice.  Didn't realise that there was quite so much money to be made from camming, although if I'm honest it can get so boring and tedious.  I'm more a flesh on flesh, face to face contact girl myself and what I find with camming is there's very limited interaction unless the client opts for 2-way camming which rarely happens.  Camming and phonechats have however paid for 2 professional photos shoots, several bills, advertising, hotel fees, grooming, sexy, fetish clothing and accessories, so can't complain there. 

I don't ever plan to do this full time, but I'm enjoying it and have no plans to stop anytime soon.

I've met some really nice guys since I started escorting again as well as a very nasty character of a woman who pretended to be a friend, but ended up being a pain in the fucking arse.  But she's out of my life now and that's a good thing!

So onwards and upwards I say.  Lets see where this journey takes me.  Re-entering the adult sex industry has done alot for my self confidence and broadened my perspective on alot of things.  18 months ago, I wouldn't have had a clue what CIM, COF, BBBJ, POV, RO, etc and a whole lot of other abbreviations were.

The only thing I would say is that I feel I lead a double life.  I can't tell the majority of friends and family what I do.  Well a few friends and NO family whatsoever!  I don't think I could ever have a relationship whilst doing this either.  Maybe if I were solely involved in webcam and phonechat, but not whilst I'm escorting.  It wouldn't sit comfortably with me revealing that to a potential partner unless he were doing it himself, in which case I'm not sure if I'd be comfortable with that either.. LOL.  Again, a topic for another blog.

So that's that really.  Let's hope I get a few bookings this week, meet a few more interesting people to have some sexy rendevous with.

Peace out! *mwah*

Saturday 5 February 2011

How I started escorting - Part 1

Hi Blogville

Well what a bloody windy day in London.  The doors inside my home are rattling back and forth!
I was thinking today about how I got into the world of escorting.  Mine may be a similar story to many, but feels unique to me in my little world. LOL.

I'd not long moved property and had finished university a few months beforehand.  I was unemployed at the time living off the last crumbs of my student loan.  I needed to raise money to decorate, furnish and put flooring in my new place.  I was staying with my mum and it was becoming intolerable.

The local newspaper, I believe it to be either the Newshopper or the Mercury came through the door.  I was scanning it as usual for jobs (back then you could find the odd decent job, believe it or not!).  I began looking in the classified section and at the back of the paper were the X-rated advertisements.  A few of the ad's were agencies recruiting escorts, so I did a bit of research online and called a few.

I paid Platinum Select Escorts online about £25 back then to register in their database of escorts.  What a load of bollocks that was as I never heard from them again.  Apparently they're running this scam on men now but asking for more than 10x what I paid back then.
I remember visiting a house in Streatham, completing forms, speaking with two girls that ran the show.  My friend came with me and registered too, we heard nothing more.  Apparently the fee was £150ph of which the agency took £50.

Another meeting was with a woman inside McDonalds in Peckham.  Talking about her agency and what was required of us.  Looking back it seems both ironic and ridiculous to ever have agreed to meet someone to discuss such an issue in a public fast food joint.  Again, promised lots of work, this time the fee being £170, of which her cut was £70.  We completed the forms inside McD's feeling like maybe this could be the break we'd been waiting for.

Finally, I got a call from Agency #2 (McD's lady), I was to meet a gent outside a night club in Kings Cross.  The booking was for 3 hours accompanying him as a guest.  I thought great stuff!!  I was so excited, got dressed up to the nines and made my way to the venue.  Met a white middle aged guy, he paid our entry fee and we entered the club.  He seemed like the perfect gentleman, paid for the drinks all night.  Then he said after about 3 hours he needed to go to the toilet and would be back.  Well that's the last I ever saw of him.  It didn't occur to me that he'd legged it until about 20 minutes later.

As a newbie it hadn't occurred to me to ask him for the money immediately upon meeting.  I was being too polite and thought he'd pay me once we'd left the club.  So I ended up staying in the club, by myself, luckily there were some nice guys there so I had a good time, but ended up walking a good distance from the club to the train station in the morning without my fee!

That incident taught me to always get my cash upfront.  I'm all for pleasantries but if I don't have my fee within 10 minutes then either you or I are leaving, no questions asked.  So that was me shafted!

After the experience I left that agency and continued looking in the paper for another agency, a little smarter from previous experience.

I came across an agency in the local paper called 007.  They either don't exist under this name now or have closed, as the 007 agency advertised online is for Oriental women only.

Anyway, back to point, I gave the number a call, spoke to the owner called Gary, arranged to see him at his home in Shirley.  This time I went alone.  He seemed pleasant enough, albeit with a dodgy look about him.  His fees were £100 per hour, 60 (me)/40 (agency) split but said he'd guarantee work all the time.  Outcalls only, I mean back then it was only outcalls for agencies.  I did the same form filling again, but had a feeling from this one that I may just be busy.  He also had a phone sex chat operation going on within the property.

Before I got the job, I had to demonstrate my oral skills.  Gary informed me that before I could go on his books I had to give him a BJ as he could hardly recommend me to his clients without trying out what was on offer first.  Being naive me, I gave him a BJ, and he had a fishy willy from what I can remember, I kept wondering if he'd stuck it in someones cunt before he'd put it in my mouth.  It could've been from dried up spunk and wanking, but it could also have been pussy juice *quivers at the thought*.  He got his BJ, then he wanted to fuck me, but I was on my period, so I got away with it, although I remember him actually bending me over and checking to see if my tampon string was there!  I reckon had it not been or in the absence of a bloody pad, he would've tried to fuck me.

Ah looking back, so young, so dumb!  Back then all the necessary information and resources such as Saafe, AdultWork, etc weren't available (or I wasn't aware they existed) and google wasn't the search engine it is today.  I didn't know anyone to ask about these things either!

It was alot of money for around 2001.  I wasn't working for the agency full-time, only a couple of hours in the evening and a few daytime's here and there.  I called to sign on, the agency dealt with the calls and was the middle man.  I never spoke to the client until I arrived.  from the time of signing on, my phone would ring on the hour every hour, I was so busy.

A few experiences, memorable to say the least:
(1) Guy who always wanted to shag on his white rug, place in the back of Brixton, quite a rough area, but a really nice pad, posh white guy, back then I was thinking what the fuck is this dude doing living round the back of Cold Harbour Lane?!  Braver than me! I remember him having the most beautiful bathroom and wicked shower I'd ever been in, his flat was nicely fitted.

(2) African guy who lived in Streatham, worked as a University Lecturer, had the biggest dick I'd ever seen, but just couldn't get hard.  Poor guy, if only Viagra was available from your GP back then!  He had bad breath (luckily kissing wasn't on the menu), but I remember him rubbering up, he had to do it himself and trying to ram his floppy monster cock inside of me, very uncomfortable to say the least!  paid me by cheque and I ended up taking it to one of those cash convertor places as I wasn't risking clearing it through my bank account, luckily it didn't bounce.  The agency said he always paid that way.

(3) The gym instructor that I realised was my gym instructor at my local leisure centre a few years back.  Fuck!!  Too late I was already there, had to pretend I didn't know it was him, but I think he knew it was me as we always used to chat in the gym and on the odd occasion when I'd see him in the street.

(4) The guy who had one arm and it was dead.  Ugh it was so nasty.  It was cold and clammy.  I can only imagine that's what a dead person's body feels like.  Eww.. I had to move it out the way to give him a BJ.  I remember being amazed by this guy as he lifted his leg really high opened the fridge door with his foot and took the milk out.  I declined drinks that day.  The arm freaked me out.  Personally it would've been better if he had no arms at all as the dead one was gross!  I nearly screamed when I gave him a BJ and it touched me.  It's the only time I felt really cheap, like I cheated myself.  I couldn't wait to leave, the last 15 minutes of the hour were spent chanting "Nah hom rengee kum"... something like that.  I could never get into that meditating malarkey and definitely not chanting, just feels ridiculous.  I was definitely clock watching on that one!  He was a nice guy, just the arm.. eww.. I refused to go back there and told the agency this.

(5) The transvestite.  The agency never told me that!  I arrived and this guy was in bra, sussies, stockings, heels, the whole shabang.  We had sex and he kept asking me to finger his arse, but I just couldn't, no way, I just wasn't putting my bare fingers up his arse.  He wasn't providing me with rubber gloves and I wasn't sticking my hand up there.  Very interesting experience.  I had to call him by his female name as it was his persona while I was with him.

(6) The sexy beautiful handsome guy, not often I can say a guy is perfect in looks but he was absolutely 10/10, dropped straight from above, couldn't wait to get naked for him. LOL.  Back then it baffled me why the hell someone so beautiful would want or need to pay for sex.  I remember saying something along those lines to him, as the way he looked, women would be dropping their knickers for a smile.  Well when he dropped his pants I knew why.  I saw something that resembled a cocktail sausage and it never got much bigger when erect!  He had the smallest willy I've ever encountered in my life.  It was no longer than my thumb and fingernail when erect, so say about 2 inches, 2.5 inches max!  No matter what position we did, I wasn't feeling him.  When he fucked me and pulled out, the condom stayed inside my pussy.  How can someone so beautiful be so fucking flawed?!  Is that karmic energy or the cosmos balancing itself out? 

Those were just a few of the experiences.  I had alot more with 007 escort agency.  One thing that was strange.  Gary seemed to know all the clients.  When I asked him how that was and how he started, he said most of the clients were his friends.  Fed up of hearing them whinging in the pub on a Friday night about not having a girl to be with and knowing lots of women, he thought it was a logical solution and a good money maker.  Eventually friends recommended friends and it took off.  He drove a really nice Porsche 911 and had a massive house in Shirley.  I'd deposit his cut into the local Natwest Bank every other day.

In the end I had to give up working for the agency.  Gary had a terrible temper.  He'd give me the address to visit somewhere, I had no idea where it was, no sat nav back then, as you know us women are rubbish with A-Z's and maps.  As he never really gave me lots of notice and I'd often be driving from one side of town to the other, it wasn't unusual for me to be 15-30 mins late.  LOL.  Well he'd be ranting and raving, shouting, getting in a tiff, swearing, you name it.  In the end I had enough, told him to fuck the job, I wasn't having him talking to me like that so he could go find someone else or fuck his own clients.  That was it.  A few clients we'd exchanged numbers so they phoned me directly.  After 2 months, I'd made enough money to live very comfortably at home so gave up the escorting completely.

The posh guy from Brixton called me one day, I explained I'd given up and Gary's behaviour.   He really liked me, he didn't want to believe I'd left the agency and was pissed off.  He called the agency who confirmed I was no longer on their books.  The agency then called me asking me to come back, I refused.  The receptionist promised I'd have no further dealings with Gary, but it was too little too late, I was done with 007 and escorting.

So that's how I got into escorting initially.  Can't say it felt really weird, more of a case of being forward and not shy.  I've always enjoyed having sex with strangers.  My hooking up with guys online and lots of sex via Blackchat, Adult Friend Finder and Fuck Buddy websites were testimony to that.  The only thing different was I mainly focused on pleasing the guy rather than receiving mutual pleasure.  I was shocked and surprised at how many guys paid me to give me oral, infact more guys were sucking my pussy and paying for it than had ever sucked my pussy for free!  

One thing about then and now, it always feels so fucking great to get my cash in my hand.  Money!!  Money puts a whole different slant on sex to me.  Money cuts out all emotional attachment.  Turns a potentially mishy mushy interaction into a logical business transaction.

Anyway, I'll be sure to fill you in on the rest of my story real soon.  After all, I haven't even covered how or why I got back into it.

So my dears, I'll be off.  I'm feeling like a cup of hot water with a slice of lemon to cleanse my palate, along with something good to watch.

Ciao ciao.. be back tomorrow *mwah*




Thursday 3 February 2011

A day in the life of NT.. oh what a day!! Grinning like the Cheshire Cat ;D

Allo allo allo.. y'all miss me? LOL

I was meant to blog yesterday but was completely knackered, plus got side tracked reading up on UKPunting.  At the moment I'm lurking, just reading the boards, absorbing the information like a sponge, fascinated and bemused by some of the guys viewpoints on "prozzies".


Well.. today's been a good day all in all.  I really can't complain.


Had a client book to see me for an hour's incall in Earls Court.  He came from Adultwork but booked me via my website which was nice.  Although I like my ratings on AW, it's now time for me to promote and focus on my own personal web space as this here is my space, my place and my identity.  He arrived at 3pm.  A repeat client, I'd seen him before back in August for an outcall.  Didn't think I'd see him again as I used to send him the odd text message to let him know dates of upcoming incalls and I'd always get an excuse of how busy he was so I stopped doing that.  Infact, he was the one that gave me the idea to host incalls in the City from hotels, as when he first saw me I only did outcalls.  

Last time we got as far as reverse oral, 69'ing but no penetration.  Well he got penetration this time.  Me on top giving him a good riding and grinding.  The only thing that put me off my game was when I was on top he kept grunting.  I can't really type the sound of the noise but believe me, he was grunting every time I bore down on him.  What the fuck is that about?!  But anyway, other than that he's a really nice guy and a pleasure to entertain.


I went on cam for an hour or two this evening from the hotel, but the wi-fi connection is somewhat unreliable and kept cutting off, so I got fed up of that really quickly.


My second regular came around this evening.  I'd resigned myself to the fact that he was no longer coming as he usually visits alot earlier in the evening and I'd had no response to my texts after we'd spoken much earlier in the day.  When he called and I said I thought he wasn't coming, he was like "oh come on!! there's no way I'd miss out on an opportunity to see you today".
He was so bloody horny!  But he's so good at oral, really knows what he's doing.  He had me cumming no less than 3 times in less than 30 minutes with his tongue, it was great, very intense.
He likes me to get on top and ride him nice and slow which I was more than happy to do after he'd put a big Cheshire cat grin on my face *still smiling now*.  I got my sexercise quota for the day and he ended up blowing a big load of cum.  Great stuff.


Then a French guy called me, he said in his sexy French accent "ello.. is zis Nubian Temptrezz? I got your number from a friend. You look very sexzee.. I would like to see you very soon, 'ow much are your feez?".. Mmn.. damn.. keep talking baby..  I directed him to my website to get more info, then said to him call me soon so we can talk again.  Fuck me.. You talk I'll fuck.. LOL.


Earlier on today, before I set out the house, I had one guy call me, telling me he's wanting me to join both him and his black wife for a FFM 3some.  That they're coming from Ireland on holiday here and are wanting a genuine bi-sexual to join them.  Ha!  99% of the time this is pure bullshit, male fantasist!  Why doesn't the woman ever ring?  Where is she?  Something like this women don't just leave to men.  So I played along with his conversation and told him I'll need to speak to his wife, which usually means you'll never hear from them again.  Then I brought the conversation to an abrupt end as I had a train to catch.


Ah a few other things.
A guy from AW called me today, wants me to go to a swingers club with him and actively participate for less than my social rates?  What a twat!  I told him not to take the piss and only ever contact me again if he wants to make a serious booking.  Bloody idiot read my AW blog about wanting to try out different party scenes, fetish, mistress and slave, burlesque, etc.  He then starts text tennis with me, sending me stupid messages.  Really I don't have the time or tolerance level for these kinds of people.  The man just needs to go wank and ejaculate over his Metro newspaper and leave me the fuck alone!


One more, one more.. before I forget.
A bloody freak of a geezer that occasionally comes into my private cam room and calls me free phone, well he calls me today acting like we haven't spoken.  Bloody fool doesn't realise I have his number stored.  "Oh Mistress.. are you requiring a slave to rent out?"  For fucks sake bitch, I'm in the Co-Operative supermarket buying my lunch, what the fuck? cha I ain't got time for this and I've got a client coming in less than 30 mins!!  I reminded him we've spoken before, that his number is stored and that I wouldn't introduce him to anyone for using and abusing if I haven't met him myself, that would be bloody insane.  Apparently he's going to get back to me about booking a session.  Yeah yeah.. yadda yadda.. LOL.



And with that.. happy readers.. I'm saying PEACE OUT.. catch you randy muthafuckers on the flip side *mwah*