I’d like to do one tour next year and I’m trying to think where I should go. I was speaking to one of my fellow escort friends this evening and whilst she has a list of where she’s planning on going, I can’t make up my mind.The problem is she’s going to visit a multitude of places. I would just like to visit one place.

For personal reasons there are couple of places I can’t visit, such as N. Ireland and Glasgow. Manchester was wonderful but I’ve done that twice this year now and I have no plans to go back, even though I have fond memories, of the place and the wonderful clients I met there.

I’ve also already been to Liverpool, Cardiff, Aberdeen, Southport (in the NW) and New York, for that international touch.

The funny thing is, I received an email from a gentleman in Pennsylvania asking me if I’m ever likely to visit. And it’s what got me thinking these past few days, even though I told him I had no plans to come back to the States. What’s so funny is the same thing happened last year; I received an email from a gent in New York asking me the same. I told him then that I had no plans to visit, and guess where I ended up going last Easter,lol? And after retiring a couple of years ago and coming back in the space of rat’s fart, I’ve learned never to say never again.

Send me your ideas gents, either on here or drop me a line. It would most likely be just before Easter in April, around the beginning of the month. I know it’s early days yet, but it can give me something to think about. It can be either in the UK or even back in the US. Who knows? I don’t,lol.

Where do you think? If you’ve always wanted to see me, but I was too far away, now’s your chance to let me know.

How did your Christmas go? Did you get the pressies you wanted? Was the turkey well and truly stuffed, or was that you?

Christmas leftovers.

Well, mine was a nice and quiet affair, just the immediate family until yesterday, but they’ve gone to Scotland for the New Year, which means I’m on my own and I can playyyyy.

But I gotta say, a few of you gents need spanking. What part of “I won’t be available until the 28th” do you not understand? C’mon guys. I’ve switched my phone on today and I’ve got missed calls going back to Boxing Day, including a few from yesterday! I know you’re horny and you want nothing more than to get away from the festivities, but it does say on the main page that I’d only be around for New Year’s, please have a look at my blog for dates and details. And I couldn’t have made it clearer on here could I? Honestly. What to do with horny blokes when they’re thinking with the wrong head,lol. I also got a withheld number calling me this afternoon. Ooooh, come on now, you really didn’t think I was going to answer it did you? You know, the same place in which you got my number from my website, where it says directly underneath that I don’t answer them? Whoever that was, bless your cottons for trying.

Anyway, I’m back to work now. Available all this week for incalls at Victoria or outcalls to you. Whichever’s more convenient. I probably maybe over-indulged just a teensie weensie bit, so how about helping me work it back off?

That’s it for the next few days, gents, back to work on the 28th. May I take this opportunity to wish you all a Merry Christmas. Especially to those gents I’ve seen this year, whether they be my regular oldies but goodies, or gents new to my bodacious curves for the very first time this year. It has indeed been a great year and it’s been my pleasure meeting you. To those who made it to our parties, it was a blast. Thank you for the new memories.

To those thinking of taking the plunge, may I wish you a Happy New Pair and I hope to get to meet you sometime in the near future.

Love, hugs, kisses and all that wet stuff.

Merry Kissmas and a Happy New Pair

From one dirty mind to another, and don’t pretend you’re not out there:

This woman walks into a tattoo shop and asks for a tattoo of a Christmas tree on her right inner thigh and a cocktail drink on her left inner thigh. The tattoo artist says “thats an unusual request. Why do you want two tattoos there?” She replies “because my husband needs to eat between Christmas and New Years.”

Well, I thought that was funny.

Anyway, for those interested I thought I’d let you know of my availability during the holidays:
I’ll be available up until Christmas Eve, that’s this Wednesday for those who haven’t realised just how close Christmas is. Then I’ll be taking a break from then on until Saturday 27th, available again from the 28th onwards.
That means I’ll be working all the way through New Year’s. Yup, that’s New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day for those who’ve had their fill of constant celebrations with the family, and just want to get away and get up to some really naughty business with a really horny ho-ho-ho. Geddit?:-)

I’m not a big drinker, never have been, so it’s not as if I’ll be nursing any hangovers. There’s a Jamaican Rum Punch that I like to make every year, that’s as heavy as it gets. The worse thing I’ll probably get up to is too many mince pies,lol.

Anyway, if you can get away I’m available for incalls as usual, at my base in Central London, two minutes walk from behind Victoria Station on the Circle and District Line or mainline station. Otherwise I’d be happy to come visit you at home or at a hotel.

Please do drop me a line or give me a call. I’ll still have access to my emails, and my mobile will be back on from the evening of the 27th onwards.

I look forward to having you.x

(Meanwhile I hope the below pic puts a smile on your face.)

The funny side of Christmas

I took the plunge and treated myself to a new laptop a couple of weeks ago. I finally got fed-up yelling down to my partner if he was “done on the laptop yet”. I took advantge of PC World more or less throwing their goods at you in one of their sales. I was going to get another Dell, but my head turned at the Compaq next to it that was nearly 50 squid cheaper but had a bigger hard drive and more memory.

Does my arse look big on this?

Anyway, I’ve only just noticed whilst doing some advertising today, that because it’s a 15″ widescreen, my arse looks wider  than it did on my ordinary old laptop. As far as I’m concerned it looks great. I wonder if guys think my arse looks as wide as it does on their laptop when they come to see me for the first time. I hope it lives up to expectations,lol.

Talking about Manchester and the parties, I was reminded of a conversation I had with Sarah Jane and fellow escort Sarita last week during our down-time girly chat after Thursday’s party.

Sarita and I have shared a customer that I have seen when in Manchester, and apparently he’d asked her if she could give him a deep-throat blow job, “just like Brandy’s”. That was news to me. SJ said I should advertise the fact that I do them and more importantly, enjoy them. I have to admit, it’s never really been something I thought about marketing especially, I’ve just always done them. If you read them you’ll see that they’ve been mentioned in a couple of my reviews. SJ said whilst she was watching me at the party it was all she could do to stop her gagging reflexes kick in. Then she made a couple of gagging noises,lol.That did make me laugh, coming from one of the randiest women on the bloody planet. I think she made mention of it on her blog.

One customer in Manchester said “how the helll did you do that?” with, I can humbly say, a little awe in his voice. And he wasn’t exactly small either. Am I making you blush “S”?:-). I couldn’t believe it when he told me that he’d never had a deep throat blow job before. I’m not saying all women do it, or should be able to do it. But to never have had at least one? It was my turn to be a little awed.

I guess when you’ve been doing this job long enough, there are some things you kind of master without knowing you have, to the point where people talk about it. How cool is that?

I’m off to put it on my site. Let’s see if anybody actually notices that I have.

I’m back home from my jaunt up to Manchester and I must say I had a great time, as always. I met a couple of lovely new gents who’d been meaning to see me but circumstances dictated otherwise. I know the distance you came so your visits were very much appreciated. And thank you to the other gents who braved the cold and squeezed me into their day, including the randy one who *ahem* hit the spot, and my lovely skinny guy who always makes the effort to come and see me whenever I’m in Manchester. He doesn’t always make it (bloomin’ car notwithstanding) but it’s not for want of trying, eh? *Wink*. And don’t you love the novel way I warm up your hands. Better than running it under hot water don’t you think? *Wink, wink*.

Suprisingly, I didn’t do much shopping at the Arndale Centre. There really weren’t any sales I was interested in. I really am not one of those girly girls that like nothing better than to go shopping all day. But I’m not one to turn my nose up at a bargain either. And I think coming from London, it just makes a nice change shopping somewhere that’s not Oxford St. Plus it’s less hectic.

I’ve had a great couple of weeks, and I really have met some lovely gentlemen. With the tour and the party last week, I really have been in man-heaven. I don’t think I’ve met so many blokes in such a short space of time. But wow, what a trip.

I was supposed to have a booking tonight, but fortunately for me (in this case) the person didn’t confirm, so I’m staying home today. A regular customer of mine who was at the party last week said he admired my sexual libido when he heard I was off to Manchester two days later. I think that’s my problem. My libido is as strong as ever, but sometimes the body isn’t as strong,lol.

Isn’t that always the way?

Because you get thoughtful and considerate gents like D who bought me a (Ginster’s) sandwich “because he thought I might be hungry after my long trip up from London”. How lovely is that? And many thanks for the Christmas gift. It may not make it home by Wednesday but hey, isn’t that the idea? *big grin*

Thank you D, and I hope you had a safe journey home last night. You’re just lovely, it was a pleasure meeting you. You remind me of SJ, she can also talk the hind legs off a donkey,lol.

It doesn’t look like I have time to hit the Arndale Centre today, bet it’s breathing a huge sigh of relief. But I think I will take a wander round to Chinatown for a lovely meal later on this afternoon. Last time I was up I went to lunch with fellow escort BBW Claudia who took me there for the first time. I’m ashamed to admit I didn’t know that Manchester had their own Chinatown. That’s what happens when you’re from London, nothing else exists north of the border,lol.

Well, well. What a wonderful time I had. And I hope the gents that went had a good a time as us ladies did. I’m still recovering from our two day reunion party. In fact, after I’ve finished this entry I’m back off to bed.

Where do I start? Wednesday night were mostly gents that we haven’t seen before or it was their first time to a party. And may I say they got well stuck in there.  Nerves? What nerves? All 11 gents who confirmed turned up. Thank you gentlemen. I don’t think we stopped all night, and we ladies were still buzzing after everybody had gone. We were up until the wee hours having a few girly moments, but we couldn’t stay up much longer because we had Thursday’s party to get ready for. But what a great day Wednesday was.

Thursday’s party, well, we had to end up calling in for extra help from nymphomaniac SoftSexySara because all 16 gents confirmed. Although we did have one casualty of that irritating combination of public transportation and bad weather. So, 15 it was, and thank god for Sara. It really did feel like a reunion because there a lot of the old party regulars from Oxford and other London parties, it was a little surreal.

The three hours whizzed by and as you can imagine, all sorts of debauchery went on. Short of swinging from the chandeliers, whatever you think happened, did happen. That’s all I’ll tell you. But what a bloody marvellous couple of days. And I can’t believe I missed some of you gorgeous men. Shame there’s not a next time.

Thank you to M and J for the fudge and chocolates. You’re on the right path to this girl’s heart. The fudge is coming with me to Manchester tomorrow. The chocolates I’ve had to hide until Christmas. Sorry I couldn’t find a Christmas outfit, although I did try to wear the Santa’s hat from Kiera’s outfit, but every time I would give someone a blowjob my head would bob up and down and so would the bobble on my hat, sending people into fits of giggles, thereby causing a distraction, so that came off quick sharpish. But I looked great in it for about 15mins.

Anyway,  seriously, I’m back off to bed. I have another long day tomorrow travelling up to Manchester.

A big thank you and wet sloppy to all you wonderful gents that made the journey through the cold and crappy weather.

I know it’s a bit early but Merry Christmas.xx