Hey Blogger..loggers..
I'm getting used to my new nails now. Feels funny typing as they're alot shorter than what I've become accustomed to. But I'm now donning a set of red nails with intricate designs and my toes a midnight blue with equally magnificent art work courtesy of my Chinese friends.
Those of you who've been keeping up-to-date with my blogs have read about my neighbour upstairs and her wilder beast of a kid. Day in day out this child runs all over the house, jumps up and down and it seems only a matter of time before the lot of them fall through my ceiling!
It's 21:42 as I type and her child is still running around the house. Now call me a prude but whatever happened to real parenting? Interacting with the child, giving the child constructive things to keep it pre-occupied and having an established bedtime routine? Surely this is child neglect. What business does a 2 year old have being up past 8pm unless they've woken up for a drink? Am I living underneath the spawn of Satan?
If it's not the child running up and down, I hear the mother screaming all manner of obscenities to the wilder beast or its older sibling! Earlier today I was sitting in the living room listening to my neighbour talk to the latest edition (the wilder beast) and I could easily have been forgiven for thinking she was mistakenly talking to an unruly pet dog she was currently training. The mother that chose to have the child that wasn't inflicted on her. The mother that doesn't have to go to work or hold down a job and can take naps in the afternoon when the sprog does. No sympathy or compassion here.
God help me. I'm living below what the Americans would class as "Trailer Trash". It beggars belief why she even had this child as she's not even with the father and he'd moved out before she even had the kid.
The noise got so bad last week that I wrote my neighbour a letter. I tried to keep it civilised and polite but when you're suffering from sleep deprivation and your sleep pattern is governed mainly by the movements of a 2 year old it's not an easy task. I've spoken to my neighbour on more than one occasion and her response was "There's nothing I can do about it". Bullshit!! You're telling me your two year old sprog rules the roost? Get a grip bitch and consider doing the right thing by getting your tubes tied. That there would be tax payers money well spent!
I have my doubts about my neighbour's mental state of mind. Having a few conversations with her I'm more than convinced that there's something not quite right about her. I'm trying my best not to put in a written complaint about the noise nuisance to both my Landlord and the Council but she's not making it easy.
I'm completely fed up and just want to move to another property. one that's completely detached with no neighbours above or below me. I'm sick of this shit.
I'm generally very glad most of the time to have an incall away from my flat. It gives me an opportunity to get away from the noise and have a good night's sleep even if I have to sacrifice the creature comforts of my home and sleep in a bed that's not my own. A few hours fucking someone I wouldn't look twice at on an ordinary day is a very small price to pay. Thank you punters!!
That song.. "Peace perfect peace.. is a gift of Christ our Lord.." comes to mind. Except I'm still waiting for my gift, think I got overlooked.
That's my rant today!
*over and out*
Hi there.. me again.. nah you're not getting rid of me that easily.. LOL
Yesterday I was laying on the couch having a lazy Saturday, chit chatting away on twitter and the phone.
I received an unexpected booking from a gent that I've been speaking to for a while. He's always intrigued me, we seem to chat for hours on twitter with a few emails back and forth. Strange I know, seeing as it's not like instant messenger. However, I knew that if we were to ever meet, it would definitely be one to remember.
I got ready, made my way to Earls Court, with about 4 interchanges (public transport over the weekend is a joke, I'll get back to that later). I was rushed off my feet literally. When he arrived, I hadn't had time to put any makeup on, I was wearing a pair of porno stilettos and a G-string when I greeted him at the door LOL. Not exactly how I planned it, but hey sometimes these things can't be helped.
While he got comfortable, I put on my sexy black dress as he requested and some lip gloss. Seeing as I don't wear make-up unless on cam, bookings or going out I felt comfortable, didn't even get to don a pair of earrings LOL. I asked him if he was happy and he was indeed, so our booking commenced.
Lots of kissing, fumbling around, fondling and caressing. He was very good with his tongue and gave me a few screaming orgasms to the point where I was screaming "fucking hell.. oh fuck.. yeah". I couldn't help but squeeze his head with my thighs, luckily when he came up for air, his head was still the same shape as when he arrived. He had his head stuck in my cleavage several times, a few of which I worried he may suffocate from lack of air.
We had sex, lots of oral and he did some un-bloggable things with a banana on my nether regions hehe..
Our session ended with me giving him a full body massage and a 69 with him blowing his load in my mouth. Afterwards a shower together.
After a not so great month in February and my "time of the month" it was a very welcomed booking and I'm still smiling. Hope to see him again. It's really enjoyable when I meet a gent that's good with his tongue.
I always "click" with my clients. I'm a people person, so find it easy to have a good rapport, but not all make me cum, so many a time when they're gone I finish myself off, but not this time.
So on to public transport. All I can say is I'm now going to rethink doing any bookings in central London over the weekends. I'm doubtful that the transport system will be ready and able to cope with the influx of tourists for the 2012 Olympic games. I was thinking yesterday that TFL should publish a weekly underground map for the weekends as most lines are partially closed, meaning you have to navigate around like a mouse in a maze trying to get to what would normally be a straight forward A-B destination. To top it off, they've got a real nerve to charge the same travel fees as if the tube lines were running normally. Given that public transport in the UK is one of the most expensive in the world, the service is utterly abysmal! A normal 40 minute journey took me 4 interchanges and 90 minutes. Even going home at 10:30pm, the tube lines were overly congested with people trying to navigate their way around the crystal maze called London Underground.
So I'm thinking weekend bookings may need to be held in Croydon as it's easy to get to and away from all the chaos of the underground. Watch this space and check my website for more info!
Yesterday my nail broke. Right through the centre. It kept snagging and was so sore. When I got back home I used some nail glue, what a God send! I'm off to the Chinese nail shop later for a manicure and pedicure, time for a change. My nails are getting too long now, so need to be cut. I had gel tips added, but as my nails have grown quite long, the nails are starting to resemble talons (in my eyes) and are starting to draw attention. I noticed people looking on the tube yesterday and one smart Alec said to me yesterday "do they get in the way?". So time to cut them back as although I'm getting by, they do make a few things inconvenient, like doing up buttons and now I'm having problems changing the channels on my Sky remote control, which is not good at all!
Lately I've been speaking to another escort, she seems really nice, we get on well. I hardly ever speak to other escorts, well not hardly.. I don't due to past experience. It's nice to swap experiences, give mutual advice and have a laugh about things. Every one of us works differently, so it's interesting to hear from another's perspective. She wants to go on tour to Ireland and Scotland. Two places I've always wanted to visit, plus so many clients on cam and AW ask me when I'm coming and I can never give a date. So that's a possibility later in the year. If I have company there's more of an incentive. How women go on tour for weeks, months even.. alone.. Don't they get bored? It's all good and well when you're seeing clients, but there's only so much sight-seeing I'd want to do and I've never been one for museums, castles or long walks in the middle of nowhere. So company to go shopping, clubbing and a few gym and spa sessions between bookings would be right up my street.
Anyway.. I best be off.. I wanna catch Eastenders omnibus.
See you in the week, catch me on Twitter and come say hi..
Ciao ciao.. *mwah*
