Written with permission.

Whilst I was carrying out my *cough* handiwork during the second hour of our appointment last night, my client engaged himself in some deep tantric breathing, which I had no idea of until after the event. As he was, um, arriving, he then suddenly slapped his hand to his head and said quite loudly, “Aarrrghhhh”, and not in a good way, or so I thought. My heart skipped a beat and I stopped what I was doing, but he screamed at me to keep going. So I did.

When we were done, and I started breathing again myself, he explained about his tantric state whilst I was getting the “job” done and that it was something he engaged in every so often. Thanks for letting me know, I says. When you slapped your hand to your head I thought I was hurting you, that’s why I stopped. No he says, quite the opposite. He was having a rather intense moment. Wish he had shared that with me before I started. Geezer scared me half to death.

From now on gents, anybody that engages in any spiritual deep breathing to enhance a sexual moment, tantric or otherwise, please inform this old bird first. I’m not sure if my ticker can withstand another scare.

Thank you for a lovely evening and the bottle of Pinot Grigio “M”. And thank you for the history lesson on Russia. I promise to sort out my Lenins from my Stalins.

A bloke in Nigeria taking Man. Utd’s defeat a little too seriously.

All I can say is, wow!

I ended up doing a couple of great bookings this afternoon; a facesitting session that my client extended by another half an hour and an old customer who’d read my previous blog entry and volunteered to be my 2.30 (or 2.45 as it turned out). Both bookings worked out really well.

The first one was, as I mentioned, a nice long facesitting session. The client had bought me my favourite treat, Thornton’s fudge, and a bottle of Pinot Grigio. Little did I know it was to be part of his scenario, which was to basically make me feel like a queen, which I had no problems adapting to, whilst we engaged in wicked things.  It was one of the best face-sitting sessions I had in a long time.

The second was a customer I hadn’t seen in a while (Victoria isn’t normally included in his daily routine so it’s a treat when I do get to see him). Let’s just say that he will henceforth be known as “The Ready Brek Man”, because I have to have a bowl, (or something of similar sustenance) everytime I see him.

Thank you to “P” and “Ready Brek Man”, for a lovely afternoon. It took my mind off last night’s defeat. I needed it.

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In the end, Man. Utd were outplayed, out-classed and out-manoeuvred by the better team.  I have to say that Barcelona deserved to win.

Man Utd. were down 1-0 ten minutes into the game and I think they were deflated from then on. At 70mins it was 2-0 with a wicked header by that little bloke who’s only 5ft 7ins.  I couldn’t watch anymore myself so I turned over to watch The Apprentice. I did flick back and forth to see if any minor miracles happened as Ronaldo was determined to get one in, but alas, it didn’t happen. Well done to Barca. They were the better team.

And yeah, thank you to Liverpool fan Michael for your text last night. Commiserations and gloating all in the same sentence. Cheers *blows raspberry*. Hey, you still lost the premiership to us though didn’t you? Don’t forget that little detail *insert evil larf here*.

I have a facesitting session booked for this Thursday at 1pm for an hour. One thing I do know after such a session is that I’m always left feeling a bit frustrated, if you know what I mean.

So if you’re around in the Victoria/Belgrave area, say 2.30pm, do pop in for a visit, obviously giving me some notice please. I’d be happy to entertain shorter bookings if you’re a little financially-challenged but would still like to treat yourself to a bit of me.

Just kidding!! Well, almost,lol.

Last Friday as it was such a pleasant day, I made plans to go to the Tate Gallery in Central London. I got off at London Bridge and I thought I’d take a walk through Borough St. Market first as I hadn’t been there in about a year. Oh, they had some wonderful delectables there. If I didn’t have the willpower I would’ve gone spending crazy, but I did give into something. I ended up buying a small box of Fairtrade Crumbly Fudge made by a company called Burnt Sugar. Goodness it was good. There were only a few pieces in the box but I was determined to make it last until today.

I had a google and found the owner’s website, plus another website which stocked it called the Ethical Supermarket. Which was good but I’d have to pay £3.95 for delivery for a packet of fudge for £2.95. Either that or spend over a tenner for free delivery. For a simple treat I don’t want to have to buy six packets.

On further research I did find stockists that include Sainsbury’s and Waitrose, which I’ve never seen at either. But if anybody does find it please let me know. I might even pop down to my local Sainsbury’s tomorrow to see if they stock it. That’s how much I’m on a mission right now.

I never did make it to the Tate Modern. They actually had a mini festival outside their entrance, with tents selling food, showing mini plays, even a tent where you can join in a chess game or two. I stayed outside on the green, read my latest book and just enjoyed the atmosphere. Then I took a saunter alongside the river and walked to Waterloo Station and headed back home. What a lovely day it turned out to be, Next time I’ll actually make it inside the gallery.

Described by The Observer Monthly as "the best fudge in the world."

Ooooh, I’m so tempted to do Manchester one more time.

I’ve had a couple of phone calls in the past couple of weeks, asking me when am I coming up to Manchester. I did say that I had no plans for revisiting my favourite place up north, but I couldn’t help but think more about it, especially after the second phone call.

I did say before that I really had no plans to come back up there again, but…..

Concerning withheld numbers/phone boxes and that all too important element in this illustrious job of mine, discretion.

Do you remember the saga I wrote previously, about the guy that did a runner when he got to the flat. He’d made the booking by public telephone, which I didn’t cotton onto at the time. If I had known I would’ve saved myself a whole heap of trouble that day.

This past Tuesday I (eventually) had a booking with an Irish gentleman who was visiting London and was only in town for one more day. He called from a payphone, which I did suss immediately. The everyday background hustle and bustle gave it away. I asked him if he was indeed calling from a call box and he said yes. I apologised and said I was unable to take his booking and I briefly explained why. I asked if he had a mobile he could call me from. He swore up and down that he didn’t have his phone with him, that he’d left it back home in Ireland. He (and this is no lie to engorge my ego in any way) begged and pleaded for me to see him; said that he’d seen my site a couple of years ago and had been looking at my arse ever since, etc. My resolve almost melted but the afore-mentioned runaround I got from the last person who called from a call box was, I’m afraid, still uppermost in my mind.

I apologised and said I couldn’t, much as I’d love to. That was the end of it. Or so I thought.

Five minutes later the same gentleman calls from, guess what? His mobile phone. Says yes, he does have it, but didn’t want to use it. He said my arse was too tempting to pass up. We had a chuckle, I called him a little fibber, and I was happy enough to proceed with the booking.

The appointment went well and the gent said, “I hope you’re not going to text me when I get home tomorrow.” Perplexed I said, “Why would I?” I told him how long I’d been in this job and I don’t think I’d still be working if I was in the habit of texting/calling customers out of the blue.

Then on Wednesday, I received a serious of calls from a withheld number. I’m assuming it’s the same person who called me seven times in an hour. It may be because said person didn’t want to show his number, may’ve been a bit nervous, which I totally understand, but surely that’s what email’s for. Did this person think that by ringing me so doggedly the 2nd, 3rd or 4th time, let alone the 7th, that I might give  in and answer? Listen chap, it doesn’t endear you to me. It just makes you look a little obsessive and not the sort of person I’d want to meet anyway. Grrr!

It was a good day yesterday.  Man Utd. retained their premiership title after drawing 0-0 with Arsenal. They only needed one more point. So they took it easy and kept Arsenal at bay. I know one of my favourite customers who supports Arsenal won’t be too pleased. I’ll have to kiss his wounds when I next see him.

Now to just beat Barcelona a week on Wednesday in the Champions League to make it a double. Fingers crossed.

It was great watching Sir Alex doing the Happy Dance.

As in, I’ve been tinkering around with my site, or rather, my webmistress has been having a bit of a tinker on my behalf (it was still hard work though, I had to update each day one by one).

I’ve now added a diary to my website. Have a look, didn’t she do well? I thought that as well as my blog, which is really mainly for my musings, it can give you an idea of my days at Victoria. True, I am mostly there and don’t tour as often as some of my other escort contemporaries, but I thought it would be good to keep updated, i.e. if I have a booking at Victoria already and I wouldn’t mind squeezing another one in, then I’d enter, “room for one more”. If I’m “fully booked,” that means I already have my quota of gentlemen for the day (two at the most), or I have an outcall elsewhere. You can see on Sundays, that although I don’t mind doing the odd one or two, it’ll cost you. But you already know that I’m a cheap bribe,lol.

If I have any cancellations, or gents don’t confirm by the requisite 10am deadline, then I throw the day open again by logging into my diary and updating my day.

Also it’s my birthday coming up towards the end of June. I’m going to have a weekend away by myself where I’d like to do a bit of shopping and take in a couple of museums. But I’d also like fit in a couple of bookings, so I’ve entered that into my diary too. It’s good innit?

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