Kinky La Rue

Nobody’s taken me up on my Heathrow offer. That’s okay, I’m made of strong stuff. I won’t take it too personal, I know times are hard. I’ll comfort myself with the fact that you really do want to spend the evening with me but other commitments prevent that from happening. That’s what I’ll tell myself when I have room service for one next Tuesday. *Sniff*. Did that pull at anybody’s heart-strings?

Okay then, if not Heathrow, then at least grab me at Victoria before I go next week. Remember, the school holidays kick in at the end of the week too, so how about some “me” time. And by “me” time I mean me,lol. Otherwise, what with the overnight 11hr flight back from LA and the jet-lag, I probably won’t be back at work until the 15th, when everything will be back to normal.

Would love to hear from you if you have some free time this week.

xx

I’m usually like a babbling brook aren’t I? Although I haven’t been too busy with work (just a couple of bookings), I really haven’t minded too much, it’s given me the chance to rest my knee and do some webby stuff. I really would like to be in tip-top condition when I go to LA next week. It is getting better though, surely but slowly.

Goodness, I can’t believe the trip’s nearly here already. It finally hit me this week when I started making preparations. I’ve signed up to an American forum,  The Erotic Review to see if that might help with the tour. I reckon it’s also good for the odd overseas visitor to the UK. I already have a couple of old reviews on there so I thought, why not. And our American friends must be laughing with the weak pound at the moment. I’ve also put an ad up on Eros.com, which is brilliant for US tours, I did well with it when I toured NY two years ago. And I’ve even found a site where I’ve bought one of those US sim cards that I can use in my UK work phone.  And because I don’t know when to stop looking, I’ve found yet another hotel in LA that’s well within my budget. It’s near shopping, restaurants and not too far from the beach. Plus it’s got free internet too, which is good as I plan on bringing my laptop with me. Thank God for being an obsessive,lol.

Headline taken from the BBC London website this morning: Naked Ramblers told to cover up.

Written with permission.

On Friday night I had that dinner date I briefly mentioned before. I didn’t half look sexy dragging my leg behind me to and from the booking, I tell ya.

Apart from that, it went well. It turned out that I had seen this client before a few years ago. When he had emailed me with a certain scenario that he wanted to carry out, I thought to myself, this sounds familiar, I’m sure I’ve seen this guy before. It’s a very particular scenario and it was highly coincidental that two different clients wanted exactly the same thing. I mentioned to him that I’ve heard of this before and he then realised that yes, he had indeed seen me as “Brandy” a few years back. It was great catching up with each other.

I hadn’t had a chance to explain about my knee until the Friday afternoon, before our booking. I asked him if we could perform the scenario from another angle so to speak, and he was fine with that. And gammy leg aside, it did go well. Although said French client cheated so if there’s ever a next time I’m going to tweak his nipples.

But he’s made up for his cheating by allowing me to mention his scenario. I explained that I reckon a lot of readers would love to hear about it. But he says I must mention that he’s 45,lol. Anyway, get a load of this and don’t tell me it’s not horny!:

Everything was pre-arranged so of course I knew where I was going and what hotel room my client was in. When I got to the hotel I had to text him to let him know that I had arrived. That was his signal to leave the hotel door ajar whilst he laid on the bed with a blindfold on waiting for me.

We weren’t to speak. Not a word. I came up to his room, pushed the door open and the client was where he was supposed to be, laying face-up at the edge of the bed. I picked up my envelope as per his instructions and then crept into the bathroom and proceeded to get changed, all this time not saying a word, so he had no idea what I was doing. Sure he could probably hear me moving around, but that was about it.

And  just to heighten the anticipation, I came out once and stood over him, again not saying a word, just so that he could feel my presence.

I finished getting changed and came out. I took the blindfold off my client and whispered for him to keep his eyes closed. I then turned round so that when I told him to open his eyes the first thing that would fill his vision (and I mean really fill his vision) was my arse. I then sat on his face. And because his head was perched at the edge of the bed, I could sit comfortably at the end without having to worry about my knee.

But he did sneak a peak, and the first thing he saw wasn’t my arse, but my boobs, as I just had on stockings and suspenders, but at least he had a great view of something.  I remember our first time though, and it was perfect as he didn’t open his eyes until he was supposed to.

But the rest of the evening went very well after that. We ended up ordering room service in instead of going out to eat, to save me walking around too much. And I have to mention that I had the best Chicken Cesar Salad I’ve ever tasted. I was full from the gargantuan pieces of chicken breast that I had to cut up.Topped off with some Ferrer Rocher for dessert, it was indeed a lovely meal.

The client did let me go home a bit early. He had had a full day’s work and I guess after the meal he just wanted to relax. And he had the early train to get back to Paris in the morning. Plus I think he felt a bit sorry for me and wanted me to get home at a decent hour so I could rest my leg. I must admit I did feel it the next day. I did plan to write this over the weekend but I confess I wasn’t in the mood. It didn’t help that I had to walk home from the station instead of getting the taxi as I planned because they were all out on jobs. Apart from that I had a wonderful time.I hope he did too.

See, sexy scenario or what?

A bit before my time but wasn’t that a song by Helen Reddy, or someone from the 60’s or early 70’s?

Considering I had a gammy leg I really got some errands done this morning. I was going like the clappers. First off I did the school run, then I stopped off at the post office to send some gifts off for Mother’s Day (you should’ve seen me hobbling back to the car before paid parking kicked in at 9am). Then I did the weekly shopping, then went to pick up the dry cleaning and, kept my appointment at the doctors.

What a sight I was at the supermarket though. Remember yesterday I compared myself to a sailor with a wooden leg on a listing ship? Well, picture that sailor drunk, trying to manoeuver a shopping trolly that had a mind of its own. Yeah, I can hear you all laughing now. So of course everything took twice as long as it should’ve done, but I did it. And managed to get to the surgery for 10.30.What a feat!

And the diagnosis is…..

Would you believe it’s a torn ligament which’ll take 4-6 weeks to heal!! It didn’t even occur to me. I thought only athletes and footballers got that. See, no more funky sexual positions for me now. I’m going to be a kinder, gentler Kinky.

It was a quick visit, in and out in less than ten minutes. I even stopped off at home first to unload the shopping and pick up my book because I thought I’d be at the surgery for ages. You know how waiting times can be. But nope. As soon as I sat down I was called. Doctor had a look. I described the pain as best I could, he kneeded my knee (ha ha, geddit?!), saw the inflammation and said yes, it’s a torn ligament. He prescribed me some anti-inflammatory pills and recommended that I get a leg brace, which I have bought and am now wearing. It takes some time in getting used to, but I can definitely feel the difference, my leg feels much better with the brace on.

Obviously I can’t not work for 4-6 weeks. But  I will have to take it easier for the next few weeks. With each new enquiry I’ll have to let each customer know what the situation is. I don’t want anybody running away from me when I hobble up to them and say “C’mere baby, gissa snog”.

I’ve already written to the client I had to cancel on yesterday to appraise him of the situation as we did reschedule for next Monday. I hope he’s alright with me wearing a leg brace. If not, it’s not the end of the world. As long as all the action takes place on the soft bed and not on the hard floor then I think I can overcome this new predicament.

I’m off for a soak in the tub now. I think I deserve it after this morning.

Yesterday I briefly mentioned my dodgy knee. Well, it seems it’s a little more serious than first thought.

It made a little cracking sound when I knelt down doing some housework on Monday. Although it didn’t feel too bad then I must admit it’s felt worse since yesterday. I’ve noticed a slight swelling on the knee compared to my right one, so something is definitely amiss. SJ reckons it’s all the various sexual positions I was in on Friday at our private party,lol. I keep forgetting I’m nearly 40 and not the spring cornish hen I used to be.

I’m hoping for a doctor’s appointment this morning, or at least tomorrow. Fortunately I emailed and let today’s appointment know last night instead of waiting until he called to confirm at 10am. He’s a very understanding soul and is happy enough to reschedule for next Monday at the same time. Apparently I’ve seen this gent once before when I used to work in Caterham in Surrey as “Brandy”. In his initial contact he said that my *ahem* fellatial skills blew him away (yes, that pun was intended). He still remembers it to this day and would like a repeat please. That’s got to be at least 3 years ago. Which is why I feel awful for cancelling on him today, I know he was looking forward to it.  But I would rather be in tip-top condition and send him away with even better memories, than have him remember me hobbling around like a sailor with a wooden leg on a lilting ship. Hardly makes for a sexy scenario.

I also have a dinner date with an adorable sounding Frenchman this Friday and he would like a lot of face-sitting, so I really do need to sort my knee out today. So if anybody was going take me up on my offer of a shorter booking today around lunch-time, many apologies but I will be there next Monday at the same time instead if that’s of any help.

I know that the sun is out and everybody’s getting horny again, so I hope I didn’t put a crimp in anybody’s plans today.

I have a booking tomorrow lunch-time between 12-1pm. For the more, shall we say, economically-challenged, I’d be happy to squeeze you in around 1.30-2pm for either say, half an hour for £80, or £45mins for £110.

If you’re in the area tomorrow, please do give me a bell. I’d love to do more than squeeze you. Although I have a bit of a dodgy knee at the moment (damn housework), so it’ll be more like a one-sided squeeze. But don’t underestimate the power of my thighs.

I’ve just been reminded by watching Phil and Fern on This Morning. The guest cook was making a wicked-looking steak and ale pie in honour of the day. To those who celebrate it, have a great day today.

Keep your celebrations down to a roar though, eh! I’m not sure how receptive Westminster Council would be to wake up tomorrow morning to find the River Thames had been dyed green like they do in Chicago.

It does look great though, doesn’t it?

Happy St. Patrick's Day in Chicago

Written with permission.

And nothing went wrong? Unbelievable.

You may have remembered that I mentioned a 4 hour private party a client wanted with just himself and four gorgeous ladies, including me,lol.

Well, that was yesterday. And what a most decadent, debauched  way to spend an afternoon. I should’ve been apprehensive, wondering if all was going to go well on the day, it also didn’t help that the penthouse suite we had booked was on the 13th floor. *Cue theme from the Twilight Zone*.

But nothing went wrong. What a fab time we all had. I greeted our client at the door with a big smooch, took him upstairs where SJ had a bottle of pink champagne at the ready about to go pop. Both Kiera and SJ greeted him with big long snogs. We told him a bit of a porky and said that his fourth lady Celine had a bit of trouble with the trains and would be there momentarily. Imagine his suprise when, after we undressed him and led him to the bathroom, he found her buck nekkid in the jacuzzi with the bubbles going.

And it was all downhill from there. Inhibitions went out the high-rise window, lingerie was discarded, the bed creaked rhythmically and noisely (the sofa took a bit of a battering too), even the bathroom saw some action. Well, with a jacuzzi you just have to make use of it, don’t you? We were a tangle of arms, legs, boobs and all the other naked bits you can think of.

Inbetween we rested with chat, some lovely buffet food that we picked up from good old Marks, and we also made sure we had enough wine and juice on the go, you know, to replenish our energy with.

Things finally came to a head (ooeerr) around 7.30pm (we had started at 3pm). Where the time went, I don’t know. The client was a lovely, lovely man who I know enjoyed every single minute of it, and we did too. It was the sort of stuff that guys only dream about, but he made come true.

I hope he got home okay and his legs didn’t give way too much and  didn’t look too strange with that wide grin on his face.

A big thanks to you P, and thanks for the Thornton’s chocolate. I shall take my time with those.

A lot of escorts don’t/won’t see any gentleman under 25/30 because they’re considered to be rude or timewasters. I’ve always stated myself that I don’t mind seeing under 30’s, but sometimes you come across an individual that makes it difficult for you not to think those other escorts might have a point. I really don’t like  any form of discrimination. As long as you’re over the age of consent, or as long as you don’t have a dodgy ticker, you’re fine with me.

I had quite a young chap I’ll call “Colin”, somebody I’ve seen once before in fact, call me wanting to make a short booking. I’ve told him before that I don’t do many half hours, but that it would always be best to give me a call to see when I’m working, so I can accommodate him at the flat.

Last Monday night Colin called wanting to make a booking. I asked him if it was going to be for half an hour as I wasn’t sure when next I’d be at the flat. He said not to worry, he only wanted the half hour but he’d be bringing along a friend for another half an hour to make it up. I asked, “What do you mean, you’re bringing a friend?” He said, “A friend of mine wants to come along as well”. I said, “Hold on a minute. You haven’t even asked me if that’s okay, plus I’d need to speak to the person,”  “What’s the difference?”, he says. “You have sex with strangers for money, I’m just bringing another one along.” He obviously thought he was doing me a favour.

The idea was to “tag-team” me. They were going to drive over to the flat and one sit in his car outside whilst the other came up to see me. Then when the first one was done he’d go back down and the other one would come up. How discreet, not.

Whilst I tried to explain to Colin that it just doesn’t work like that, he hung up on me in mid-sentence. He later maintains that he’d run out of credit. Funny though, when I sent him a text to further explain myself it was immediately delivered. I have set my phone to let me know when a text message has been received, i.e. I can tell when a phone is switched off and when it’s switched on when I send a message, to those phone technophobes out there.

Anyway, a few minutes after receiving the text, he tried to call, but I didn’t answer. I thought, anybody with so little respect for me who also couldn’t see what he was proposing was just wrong, I really do not wish to see.

He has since called a few times along  with a few texts, including yesterday, this time with an apology. I’m not sure if it was my reaction to his proposition or if he’s actually had a think and realised he was wrong that prompted the apology. Or just the fact that he thought the easiest way to placate me was to apologise and still not realise what for. As much as I would like accept it, I’m afraid in this instance that’s not going to cut it.

It’s bad enough in the “outside world” that people think so little of escorts and what we do for a living, it’s even worse when a guy who comes to see you actually thinks so little of you himself.

The thing is, he probably really did think he was doing me a favour and thought it was okay for him to bring along a buddy without asking me first, or without me talking to the person. It’s difficult to entertain someone who thinks of you in this way. Or just plain doesn’t think.

As I said in my previous entry, last week was not a good week.