I’ve had a think and a bit of a ruminate (not sure if that’s a word but it looks good) and I’ve decided to come up to Manchester for a few days after the party.  The dates are to be 7th-10th December, which is a Sunday to Wednesday. I did hope to come later on in the week, but for some reason the Wednesday night is almost double the nightly rate than the previous couple of nights. Whew!

I always have a great time whenever I come to Manchester. I haven’t toured as much as some of my counterparts, but I have been to a fair few places, including New York last year and I always have a great time up there. Apart from the lovely northern gents up there, I have to admit, it is good for a bit of shopping. I think it’s also because I’m a bit partial to Sir Alex Ferguson. I hope I haven’t lost any potentials by admitting that.

Anyway, I digress. I’ll be up on Sunday 7th, probably from around 5pm onwards. I’m adjusting my prices for Manchester as I have done in London to reflect our current times.  Because I know things are a bit tight, and it’s not too far from Christmas, please deduct a tenner from my London prices. So an hour will be £130, 90mins £200. Two hours will be £230. That’s £20 off my London price. I’ll also be happy to take shorter bookings. Say, half hours for £70 and 45mins for £100.

Whaddya say? Can you sneak away Sunday evening? Pretend you’ve got some last minute Xmas shopping to do? Or on Monday and Tuesday how about sneaking away from the office for a bit? I’ll be in the city centre again as I was in August. I have a special affinity with that area, especially with the Arndale Shopping Centre,lol. I’m not sure if I’ll be up anytime next year gents, so I’m going to make the most of this visit. This isn’t just a marketing tool to get you gents to book, I honestly don’t see a future visit in the new year, which is probably why I’m feeling nostalgic and squeezing a visit in before the end of this year. It’s been 7 glorious years in this business come January 2009, and to paraphrase Sam Cooke, *a change is gonna come*.

Anyway, I’ve put an ad up on my 2nd favourite site here, (mine being the first, obviously,lol) with a picture of my boobs to hopefully get you salivating. Feel free to peruse my site if you’re new to it and please don’t hesitate to call or email me with any queries.

Look forward to having you.

*07900 848 567*

I’m not sure if it’s the nature of this job or what, but sometimes I see naughty words where there aren’t any.

I was on my way to the flat yesterday morning and I saw  an ad for an insurance company called NPL LIFE. Yep, you guessed it, I thought it read NIPPLE. In my defence there no spaces inbetween the words on the ad, so it read NPLLIFE. You’ve got to admit that does look like “nipple” on first glance doesn’t it? And then on this lazy Saturday morning I was flicking through the Sky tv guide looking for something to watch and I could’ve sworn I saw on the channel Discovery Real Time FISTING Road Trip. Of course it was FISHING Road Trip. *Hangs head in shame*.

It’s terrible when I’m walking or driving somewhere and I see things like vans with signs like “Premier Erections”, referring to fence erections and the like. I have a giggle to myself, then I look to others like I’m on day release from the local institution.

But c’mon, then I come across sites like this. You can’t tell me that I’m not allowed to descend into fits of giggles when I see hand moisturisers called “Hand Job” and foot creams called “Pussy Foot”. Can you imagine the kind of images that spring to mind. And catch a load of the seller’s name while you’re at it. This is a real website, honest to goodness.

Anyway, this is my favourite cream:

Tough Titties

…and with less than a stellar side. C’mon!!

Not so great in the world of cricket, nor the rugby for that matter, so please allow me my moment of joy:-).

What a difference a year makes

Even if I do say so myself.

I had a booking with one of my favourite clients at Victoria yesterday, and he always likes to see me dress up before he takes everything off,lol. He had been away working for a couple weeks and I hadn’t seen him in a while, and he was feeling particularly horny. I’m running out of sexy outfits at this rate but I do my best to surprise him. He had asked for something specific, which I didn’t have. But I said “leave it to me”, and had a think about what I could indeed surprise him with.

So I put on my red bone corset that I can hardly breath in (long-time admirers of my ample assets will remember this corset from my old sites, it pushes my boobs up and out to bursting point). I also wore my old faithful six-strap sussie belt, complete with deliberetely laddered black stockings. No point in putting on any thongs I thought, they’d be off soon enough anyway,lol.

Complete with heels and red lipstick and almost wearing my boobs as a smile, I looked like a 19th century tart. I even ruffled my usually well-coiffed hair to look as if I’d been dragged out of bed, for that extra dirty come hither look. The finished look was fantastic. It was all I could do to pull myself away from the mirror when the buzzer rang announcing the arrival of my client. I was strutting my stuff in front of it.

And may I say, he was well blown away. The look on his face when he walked through the door was, as the Mastercard ad says, priceless. It was well worth not being able to breath properly for about half an hour. The lipstick was soon kissed off, and everything else followed soon after. I only wished that I remembered at the time to take a picture of myself so I could’ve posted it on my blog for you to see. I didn’t think about it until it was too late. Maybe another opportunity will present itself.

But you gents certainly do love to keep me on my toes. I have one favourite client whose prefered state of my outfit is totally naked. I do get a kick out of trying to accommodate all tastes and requirements. Sometimes I can’t manage everything that is asked of me, but I always try my best with what I have.

Who knew dressing up (or sometimes not) could be so fun. Now I still have to find a Christmas outfit for the party.

Wish me luck.

If you’re in the Victoria area tomorrow afternoon (Wednesday) around 1-1.30pm, why don’t you give this gorgeous Black BBW a call so I can put a smile on your face?

*07900 848 567*

A bloke and his wife are driving along and sees his mother-in-law being beaten up by six blokes. His wife screams at him, “Get out and help”. The husband answers, “Nah, I think they can manage with six”.

Boom boom:-)

…at such short notice, but there’s no harm in trying.

I have an early morning booking this morning at 10am for an hour and a half (I hope he’s remembered my Thornton’s). If you happen to be in the area, please feel free to give me a call if you’d like to pop over around midday. And to the economically-challenged gents, I’m happy to provide half hour bookings seeing as I’m already at the flat.

Celebrate the recent cut in interest rates. Well, at least I hope it’s been passed on to you. Don’t get me started on the banks this morning.

I digress. If you do feel like celebrating, please give me a call before my booking starts at 10am, or soon after at 11.30 before I jump back into my civilian clothing.

07900 848 567. Otherwise have a good and dirty weekend.x

…..a reader that I shall fondly refer to as “J” was highly tickled by my musings on insuring my ass when I discovered to my horror that I had a pimple on it. He sent me this email. I’d like to print it out in full (more or less), as I thought the whole bloody thing was funny.

**PS. I’ve highlighted my favourite line.

“Hi Brandy,

I got to thinking about which insurance companies would be most suitable.

Would it be a Marine Insurers? They base their quotes on things like the breadth of the beam, number of screws, how many men on board at any one time and the size of the funnels. Maybe not.

(**My favourite) Maybe House insurance? They take into account how big the property is and in particular the size of the frontage not to mention things like rear access and how many people it can accommodate.

How about medical insurance? I’ve seen you in your nurse’s outfit and I’m sure that any assessor would go weak at the knees and agree to anything so, maybe that’s a good idea.

Whatever you choose, here are a few suggestions for Insurance Companies:

RSA – Racks, Sexy bits and ‘Arses

AA – ‘Ands and Arses

AXA – ‘Ands Kisses and Arses

but I recommend:

SAGA – Sensual ‘Ands and Gorgeous Arses

Take Care,
Love,
“J”
XX

It’s a good thing I wasn’t drinking anything at the time. I probably would’ve snorted it through my nose. Thanks for the laugh today.

xx

I know there are fans out there of Pretty Big Escorts who’ve been waiting for the Pretty Big Escorts directory to be relaunched. And I must say I reckon it’s been worth the wait. Things look a little different over there. Ladies ads are now shown in a more blog entry type of way if you click on “BBW News” . The reviews are also still there, but no longer in forum format, all are on the main site now. Have a look so you can see what I mean. This is the way forward, gents.

I have a special affinity with this site. I joined it years ago when I first started escorting in 2002. Most of you will know that SJ ran it for a few years, but the original idea was from a BBW lady called Fiona. Back then it was called Big Sexy Ladies. Does anybody remember that? The die hard fans will do. Whilst she had the vision, she really didn’t have the patience needed to nurture such a specialist site such as PBE, so she handed it over to SJ, who renamed it and made it the bellwether site it is today. It has recently changed hands while SJ now concentrates on her uni studies, but I will say that the current owner and webmaster is just as passionate about promoting us BBWs as SJ was. Have a look, there are some fabulous new ladies that have also been added recently too.

I’m going to take a self-indulgent moment and say a big thank you and big kisses to both Dobby and the “Upper House Elf” who put in such hard work into taking the site to another level. “Big up”!:-)

….and how much would it cost.

Those of you who know me, or known of me, know that part of my marketing includes my arse. I don’t mind telling you that I’ve had many admirers of my ample asset. Yesterday I had a booking with a wonderful guy (aren’t you all!) from Australia and I had to warn him that, horror of horrors, I had a pimple on it. It’s quite painful too, when sitting on it.

I know it sounds silly but this is a very aesthetically-pleasing job. If I don’t think I’m perfect in every way I think I can be, it can be a little disconcerting. Luckily in this case the gentleman was very happy with my other attributes and he hardly went near my arse. Phew!

But I was thinking to myself on the way home from the flat if Lloyd’s of London insures bums. I know they do insure body parts. Surgeons insure their hands and I even read somewhere many moons ago that that lady who played Daisy from the old tv show The Dukes of Hazzard, insured her legs with Lloyd’s for a $1million a leg. Should I insure it per butt-cheek, or as a whole,lol?

The same goes for hand jobs. What about the ailments from giving too many hand jobs. Can I be insured against RSI (Repetive Strain Injury)? If not, why not? But then again, I can just imagine trying to explain that to stuffed shirt at Lloyd’s; “Yes, I wonder if you can help me. I do a lot of wanking as part of my living. Do you protect from ailments such as RSI? Or what about my arse. Can it be covered?”:-)

Lol….don’t mind me, I’m in a silly mood today.