Next door guy

Weather mild, people still complaining about Credit crunch and my handsome neighbour just had a big fight with his boring Hungarian girlfriend.

This is so fucking London!

I know: he is cute but he is straight – nobody is perfect, isn’t it?

She left home and I saw a guy from a key company coming around later yesterday.

So I guess either she took the keys and he had to arrange how to close the door or maybe he decided to change the lockers so she wouldn’t be able to get in again? Alternatively the key-guy could be just a shag, kind of: she found out the boyfriend was gay, split, leave home, and the boyfriend brings his lover to sleep with him - I wish! LOL.

Nevermind.

As you all know people tend to be very sensitive once things like that happens so I will keep my eyes open, just in case he needs some help (e.g: a cup of tea, a blowjob – ops!, maybe better not, lets stick to a cup of tea for now :-)

Photo of the day:

A model called Kevin, I think he is American, but not sure.

Lenor ad

Just saw the new Lenor ad and loved the guy in bed playing with a pillow.
If one of those stopped on the street and asked me a free blowjob I happily would attend the request.

Client of the day: I went to visit very normal guy, a bit chav for his age (something around 45 but I didn’t dare to ask because he felt very young I think).
But the worst thing was to keep focussed because he wanted Britney Spears as soundtrack.

I have nothing against her, I actually admire her ups and downs, but to try having sex with her singing those very mellow ballads back when she was 15 or 16 is something that put me off easily.
- I love Britney! – He confessed after cumming twice in my chest.
- Really? – wow, I never would tell! – I joked getting ready to go.

May I should start to bring some of my own CD’s once visiting clients? because it could be even worst: If one day I have to fuck someone listening to Celine Dion singing the Titanic theme, ‘My heart will go on’ I will throw up even before the chorus.

Photo of the day: Max Cruz

Slow weekend

It has been a long time since I had a weekend slow like this one.
I’ve got quite a few calls asking the trivial questions (size of cock, location, age and preferences in bed) but none of them turned into real work until very later yesterday.

I was already in bed eating my popcorn when the phone rang. American client, with a thick accent and later I would find that he has another thick thing on him.

As he was based quite closer and after such a day without any work I thought it would be wise to get some money and off I went.

I have no idea why but recently (lets say: past 3 or 4 months) I am having a impressive number of American clients. I don’t think it is something like ‘word-by-mouth’ because for this kind of service they are not so keen to share tips and who they been up to fuck or get fucked.

People share a reliable cleaner, a good hairdresser or babysitter and would even exchange numbers of successfully hired hit man. However when it comes to sex, people just don’t talk about it.
Maybe (now that pound is getting weak against the dollar due the credit crunch) Americans are just discovering the way back to London and its pleasure.
- Where about in America are you from? – I asked to break the ice while getting undressing in a small hotel room.

- How do you know I am American? – he laughed
- The accent, surely – I replied joining him in bed.
- Chicago.
- Chicago? – wow. I’ve heard a lot about this city recently. Well, me and the entire world. The new American president is from Chicago, isn’t him?
- No. Obama is actually from Kenya but he lives in Chicago. So you like politics?

His question was with that tone of someone just very surprised. I didn’t know if he was surprised because I was asking about an American politician or because he thought just because I make a living out of sex I would not be entitled to talk about another form of prostitution: politics.

I thought it would be better to move on from this conversation because he wasn’t paying me to keep talking.
And then, once he pulled out his pants there was a huge penis, kind of monstrosity we don’t get to see every day in Britain, my hands even didn’t close around it because it was as large as a can of beer – and I mean it!.
Luckily he was bottom; otherwise I would be in trouble.

Different forms of pleasure

I am glad the weather got better – even still a bit cold in London. And my phone is still ringing what proves that people can stay indoor even if it bright outside.

Last night I went to see a client in Charing Cross and spent 5 minutes there instead of 1h. It happens sometimes; people get carried away and just blow everything at the beginning. Not sure if it worth to pay an escort to stay in front of him for less than 10min.

Then, on my way back Mr. Carlson called to ask if I could make a quick pit stop at his flat.
Mr. Carlson is an English gentleman, with lots of friends and although we never had sex, I’ve been there around six or seven times already.

Yes, he pays people to watch them having sex with other people – usually his friends because is not everybody that would agree with having a strange watching you to fuck.

Since the first time I went there, I fucked a slim blonde guy, had a blowjob from a 50 years old university professor, sucked a German guy, got fucked by a Turkish guy and wanked another Brit.

There are limits, of course: max two guys per turn is the main one because I don’t want to few overpowered by a group of people wanting to have fun. So far it has worked pretty well and Mr. Carlson friends are rather nice so it helps to enjoy all the way.

Yes, as I said once: people have pleasure in different ways.

Older x younger

Just got a poncho (horrible, but helps) because it is not nice to arrive at client’s house soaked!.
You know, we know: no matter the weather, no matter the time, people who pay someone to visit them expect a high standard.

Yesterday, with London sinking under rain for the whole day I had a client in Holland Park and another in Euston.

It was actually pretty easy job because the tube was working fine so I even didn’t have to spend extra on cabs – also because with the bad weather, London’s traffic became just a big wet shit, with cars and vans queuing up to death!.

- Do you have poppers? - One of the clients asked me even before I get naked.
- Sorry, I don’t do drugs – I replied politely keeping the received money.
- No. Popper is not a drug. It is just a thing!.
- Well, I don’t have this thing then.

I just don’t fancy those chemicals substances.

Probably because I quite have fun with my job and, being Latin, I get turned on very easily, with no need of extra help.

Actually I’ve noticed my young clients are getting into Viagra and chemical more often.
By ‘young’ I mean 30’s something.

When the sex pill first came out, I remember I was living in Brazil and people said it was a sort of medicine for old guys battling sexual problems.
However, working in London as an escort I am amazed that for the past couple of years it is noticeable the large the amount of older guys (50, 60 years old) very s are for sex without any Viagra.

I don’t know the explanation.

Probably those people lead a much healthier lifestyle? or work less? or because some of them are retired they have to worry less about daily challenges as such credit crunch or so?. I don’t know.

And yesterday, once again, I had this experience: a 60 years old French client used each minute of his paid hour with me intensely! Even some clients half of his age didn’t have such energy in bed!

Photo:
Don’t know his name or even the photographer but his is hot, hot, hot.

Latin client: double work

What is wrong with this weather? Now that I just got used to the cold weather, actually is not that cold any more but even worst: wet, wet, wet!

It is good for business but isn’t good for my wardrobe!

Nice client yesterday, going back to Latin America soon so it was great to catch up!
So far he is the only client I have from Latin America and I have to confess: it is weird to have paid sex with someone that speaks your language.
With the clients speaking English is kind of something out of my daily life, doesn’t belong to me so I am there but I am not there – if it makes sense.

But it is very hard work to have sex with someone that knows the dirty words, the mad positions and besides that I am sure everyone heard at least once in a life time how insatiable Latin men!. Literally double work, I should charge him more!

I thought of going out with Doug yesterday because Sundays at home are so depressing, only repeats on TV, even radios seems to slow down the programs.
However Doug got a internet dating and left me behind.

So I ended up at Princes Charles Cinema watching the 9pm session of ‘Men on wire’. I wanted to see it when it was first released but I was working so much that by the time I finished my shift around someone else’s beds and duvets I just wanted to go home and enjoy my own bed and duvet. This is actually a good thing about this Leicester square cheap cinema: if you miss a film, soon after they have the film there anyway.

Picture of the day:
Hotter than hell Kerry Degman.

Spanish Porter

This is what an arse in need can do: yesterday I went to attend a client near Vauxhall. Another passive Brit, and working as a TOP for the whole week was driving me crazy.
As that thing of cruising in bars or saunas does not work for me, I ended up with a Spanish porter, yes the porter that works in the same building where my client lives.

I know. It would sound so much better if I wrote here something like ‘ I just had the must amazing sex with a tall, handsome, rich top guy I just met in Harrods’

However, being honest, we know those things only happen at Sidney Sheldon’s books.
In the real word, people need sex – even those ones in charge of selling it. Therefore instead a presidential suite facing the river, I had a small single room in a garage’s basement facing a wall. That was the porter’s place, full of empty boxes, a little table and a single bed.

Curiously, even it wasn’t my first time visiting that client I didn’t know about the porter’s sexual preference until a couple of weeks ago.

It was by accident.
As usual, I got there late (do you know Brazilians are always a little late?) and went to the main reception.

The porter wasn’t there as usual. I thought he went to get something to eat or help someone.
After 20 minutes waiting (yes, now I was very late!) I decided to get access through the garage by jumping a little wall.
I don’t know what that wall is for because even a 5 years old kid could climb it and have access to the garage downstairs.

Once I was inside the building, I heard some familiar noises coming from a little door at the back of the garage.
Wow! People fucking down here already! – I though childishly.
I didn’t want to disturb and just walked discreetly until I could reach the lift.

On my way, I gave a quick look through the window not closed properly and – bang! - The porter was fucking a Vietnamese guy!.
Well, as I guessed, the porter had a break to eat something. I just didn’t expect it to be Vietnamese take way!.
(to be continued).

New Layout!

New layout thanks to my friend Doug. He was the one to help me to sort out pictures and to use the power point because we do not have Photoshop. Who the hell needs Photoshop anyway?

Today was a real raining day!
I just had a client and he cancelled. Usually I don’t like those last minute cancelation because they are not good to my pocket and besides that it messes up the whole day. However this time it was quite good because I loved to stay in doors for a change, watching crap TV, drinking hot chocolate and sorting out domestic things.

It is the only time I watch TV properly.
We cannot count the amount of hours I have a TV switched on if I am working.

Most of clients do prefer to have radio or TV on while having sex. It doesn’t distract me at all from what I am expected to perform – but indeed it distract me to watch a show, even it is there I just see few images and distorted sounds. After all, people are paying to fuck or get fucked, not to having me around watching a TV program or the 10 o’clock news.

Apparently I was not the only one wanting to stay indoors. I got about 6 calls from clients asking me if I was available to out calls.
- Sorry, not available today.

There are a couple of things I’ve learned so far doing this job:
1 – The winter brings more money because to visit a client costs more
2 – Never say ‘fully booked’ because even thought the clients know you would go around to have fun with anyone willing to pay £100 per hour, they like to think you are kind of ‘exclusive’.

This is the profession where, If you give the idea that you are working too much, clients get scared (of diseases, bad service, etc), and lose the interest (because people do not want to fuck the same guy if they think the poor guy already got fucked by half of London).

Foto: Frank Trapper

Fewer Police?

I am not sure if I just got used with my job escorting people or if in fact we have less police men on the streets.

Once I started, I used to be pretty scared of being stoped and asked where I was going to.
Of course it would not be difficult to just lie and say something such as: I am going to visit a friend or I am going to school.

However they use to ask you to open your bag and by the amount of comdons, lube and sex toys I normaly have in my bag it would be almost impossible to believe that I was really going to visit someone for free.

It would be even harder to believe I was on my way to school even!

Last week I thought I was going to be stoped in London Bridge.

A couple of guys where asking some people to stop and show their travel card.

Soon I realized they actually work for London Underground and were only checking if people had valid tickets in order to travel.

I had!