Sex + car = problem

After a drunken client over the weekend, where when he wasn’t sleeping on my sofa the conversation was something like:
- Do you close your eyes when clients are cumming on your face?
- Clients don’t cum on my face.
- Even by accident? I mean: while you sucking then they jerk off before the time/
- No.

So after that my week started almost following the same path: a Chinese guy wanted to have sex inside his car.
- Don’t you have a place? – I asked over the phone when he called.
- Yes, I do. I am actually in a hotel but, you know what? There is nothing life that feeling of doing something wrong.

I know that feeling so well, but I didn’t tell him. Sometimes is just better to listen to what clients have to say, request or suggest. It has worked amazingly so far.
- It doesn’t have to be anywhere dodge. I have a rented car at the car park. We could well fuck there I think?
- Really?

I was wondering if he was talking seriously or taking the piss. I was also imaging the traffic, cars going in and out of the car park and looking at us. Some people like to be watched. For me it isn’t good because if the porters find out why I am visiting the hotel in the first place I won’t be welcomed back, either for the same client or a new one. We all know that, honestly, they know what I am doing there but as long it is not so explicit like fucking their guests at their car parks they are OK with it. At the end of the day I provide entertainment, and sex as an entertainment rarely is available on hotel’s menus.

Eventually we drove to a park nearby.
With such a bad weather, the risk of a policeman bother to check us was next to none.
But sometimes, just sometimes, the police decide to work .....
(to be continued)

Busy Sunday!

Busy Sunday with a couple of last minute clients. I even didn’t expect to be working because I thought that lots of people (including those ones that pay for sex) would be travelling. It turned out that not everyone went away this year and as it is quite boring to stay at home by yourself when your mates got something better to do, why not some fun?

My first client was just after the lunch, a thirty something IT engineer from Glasgow that was working in London on Christmas day and decided to extend his staying in the city. Who would think that executives work on holidays? I even didn’t know that the offices would be open but, apparently, even when 95% of the world is celebrating there are people working around the clock to make sure that everything will run smoothly. It make sense as more people are out, spending money, using computers, etc so, of course, someone would have to look after IT, banks, mobile networks and etc.

He was very cold, almost didn’t speak, however new exactly what he wanted: a very strong blowjob and some anal sex dog style, both ways.

I gave him my 10min ecstasy head job (the secret is to start the blowjob from the crack sack and move upwards). By the time I got to his cock head he was almost cumming and asked me to stop for a few seconds.

The sex bit went very well. He didn’t asked me to try any position but stay still while being fucked and the same thing when it was his turn to get some cock up his arse, a very firm and nice bum I have to say. He didn’t cum until 45 minutes later and literally used every minute paid so I guess this is what people call value for money!

- Did you work on Christmas day? – he asked on the way out with that tone of voice that actually means: have you been fucking even on the day Jesus was born? But at least he was talking to me.
- No, I took a couple of days off. Just started again.
- Ah, Ok. Happy New year, then - he said opening the door to leave and with no sign that he believed or hear what I answered.

2 hours later the second and last client of the day rang the bell. He brought a bottle of Rosé wine and an opened bag of prawn crackers ‘it was a left over from last night, if you don’t mind’, he said already drunk.

Drunk clients usually talk a lot and it was an incredible surprise when he gone very quite. I was in the kitchen, looking for a bottle opener when suddenly everything went very silent.

On my way back I found him sleeping on my sofa with his trousers around his ankles.
(to be continued)

New Year on the way!

Hi everyone,
Just to with a great 2010! An amazing one with lots of fun, healthy, sex, all the lot!
I tried to post a Merry Christmas message yesterday and it didn’t work. I guess half of the world was tried to do the same. So Happy Christmas a bit late then.

I normally don’t work for a couple of days around Christmas; I think we have to take a little break from time to time.
But I will carry on writing so bear with me.
Happy New Year!!!

Mr. cold fingers!

The worst thing about going to work with this London weather is to get to a place and being greeted by clients with cold hands. Of course I am not talking about the odd shaking hands but those ones that love to stick a cold finger in your ass. It is not nice, at all.

Yesterday I had a busy Saturday, going back and forward from Central to East and then from East to Central and west London too. It wouldn’t be that bad if we didn’t had so many delays but, well, we can’t expect public services to work properly when the weather changes.

I honestly think we started with the wrong foot because even before saying hello the client complained straight away that I was 6 minutes later. Shit! Only 6 minutes!

For those ones not familiar to England, don’t start thinking that here everything is sharp on time.
Bulshit!
British have that reputation of being very good with time and lots of them are indeed, specially the old generation, but there are delays everywhere and people always have something to blame: the snow, the rain, the tube, the road works for the 2012 Olympic games, the police stopping you for a quick searching as it has been increased due the terrorist attacks 4 years ago and a lot of teenage gangs fighting recently.

There is always an excuse. I was so fed up after a journey full of disruptions that I even didn’t bother to give him an excuse, I just politely said sorry – even thought in my head I was thinking of saying more something like: 6 fucking minutes? I had problems with the transport you son of a bitch!. Instead it was more like: ‘Oh, I am sorry about that. But I am here now and it is nice to meet you’.

The guy, a 50 something with a very short neck and fat nose, wasn’t that bad in bed, a part from the fingers issue as he constantly insisted of using his fingers down my anus. I distracted him with an intense blowjob and less than half an hour later I was back the tube. It still felt cold and dump but, at least, I got rid of Mr. Cold Fingers and kept my bum warm!

Levi Johnston strikes

It is not new but I loved this Levi Jonhston picture for Playgirl.
By the way: when is he shooting for a gay magazine then?

Counting differently

A friend of mine said another day that I should change my blog's profile picture to something more 'SEXY'. He was, of course, talking about my picture holding a condom so I was very happy to see recently a comment left about the picture!.

Let's get this straight: the blog never intended to be a 'sexy' tool.

Of course it end up being a bit hotter than your average recipe blog but it is more down to my work than to anything else. I don't sit down to write thinking: wow, I have to make people get a hard on today!.

I use condom at work and extend it to my private life too because we never know who are we fucking with. Working as an escort I already saw a couple of people get infected and one of them died last Easter. It kind of reinforces how things can change just in a second!

I remember once when the condom broke while having sex with a client. I was sick just with the thought of getting a disease, any of them, even didn't have to be HIV. Everything was fine to start with and then suddenly it split. I left the hotel straight to a clinic near Victoria. London has quite a few clinic for sexual diseases and some of them are specialize in attending gays, what I think is very helpful because there are a few people not really comfortable to walk in a straight place.

As any client would say, he was very sorry for the accident and said that I should not worry because he was straight and married. What a bushtit!!!!!. People still think like that and it worries me that his wife have sex with him without knowing how many other people he is fucking and how many of them had a condom broken or didn't have a condom at all!

Everything turned out ok. I have all exams I could possibly have and it became a habit to visit the clinic regularly to get the answer with a negative result. When you work selling sex, every check up can be a rollercoaster. Actually every day, especially when we visit a new client, travel to a different part of the town. I just relax when I get back home and I know I am safe. We never know who will be the dodge client of the day, who may shout at you or ask for thinks you normally wouldn't do or, even worst: who will hit you.

So I guess I count time differently and the picture of the condom will remain where it is right now!

When 3 can be good!

Loved this e-mail and decided to share with you guys:

'i came across your blog and find it amazing, and i see you are posting recently as well. i was hoping you could give a little advice. i'm 34yo living in US and ive been in a relationship with a wonderful guy but my imagination is much wilder than my actions. sex with him is great but very vanilla.

after reading your blog quite a long while, it made me wonder if i should rent someone to help me act out some fantasies. i searched online and found several extremely attractive escorts near me. i'd be looking for someone who would handcuff, tie, maybe blindfold me, and use me roughly (licking, sucking, taking his cock).what would u recommend in my case? pursue it with my bf? look into "renting"? just keep it as a private jerk-off fantasy?keep up the great work on your blog, i will be coming back to read more about your exploits.

j'.

Hi J,
Thanks for dropping by and for the lovely e-mail.
I asked you permission to post my answer because I get asked similar questions quite often so I thought I could be of more help sharing it with more people.

I am not very good in just keep things as a fantasy.

Life is too short and, until proven contrary, we just live once. So having said that I think you should rent and share an escort with your BF.
Maybe, by watching a professional, he will get some inspiration and ideas for both of you!.

I think also it is good for him to see what turn you on nowadays.

People change every single day (actually people change right now as you read my blog) so it doesn’t come as any surprise that after 6 years you feel like exploring new sensations. Why not?

Be very careful about who you rent for those sort of service.

If you BF get excited and also decides to try the same ‘especial’ treatment (handcuff, tie, maybe blindfold) take it in turns to avoid giving too much power to the escort.

Ideally you should try him first and then, on a second visit, have something more extreme to make sure who you are dealing with.

But risk some good moments.

I’ve noticed that couples get more liberal and open minded when they have something like a threesome or bondage time to time.

If you manage to convince your long term partner, initially it will work as sorting out a fantasy but you will notice that your boyfriend will feel less shy to try more edgier things in bed.
Have a fucking-tastic day!