Kinky La Rue

And I really mean virgin as in, hasn’t had sex prior to coming to see me. Not only that but he was only 18 too. He did tell me this in our correspondence as I had asked him to bring ID, but he neglected to inform that he was also a virgin. He told me this during the booking.

I won’t reveal too much as I didn’t seek his permission, but from my perspective I actually found it a bit daunting. Being somebody’s first, you want to make sure that their time is memorable and for all the right reasons. I did ask him throughout the booking if he was absolutely sure. He assured me he was. He had a fetish for BBWs and it was a long-time fantasy. He even engaged in a bit of facesitting and playwrestling, purely to see how he would like it.

The booking was for 90mins and he was nervous,  shaking like a leaf for at least half an hour. After a body-to-body massage he seemed to have calmed down a bit.

The rest of the booking went well. He was a polite young thing and he did thank me for a wonderful time. I only hope he went home with good memories.

all rolled into one.

Yesterday I had two bookings early in the day. A 9.30am and a 12.30pm. My 9.30 called at exactly 9.30 to tell me he was still at his hotel in the Embankment and that he’d be running late. No problem I says. Give me a call when you can to let me know what’s going on.

So I promptly went and had a nap. After all, I was up at 6am, not something I’m quite used to on a Saturday morning. It was a bit weird napping in my stockings and suspenders with my arse peeking out from under the duvet. I must’ve looked a picture.

My 9.30 client finally turned up at around 10.20 and due to him running late he, alas, couldn’t stay the whole hour now, so I offered the gent a 45min booking for £120, which he was happy to accept. To say we got down to it quick and started thrashing about was a bit of an understatement, but I wanted to make sure the gent got as much as we could squeeze in. We did calm down for a bit and I took my time, especially when it came to my *ahem* fellatial skills. And I can safely say the gentleman thought it was well worth the running around he had to endure to get to the flat.

What a lovely gent he turned out to be. Goodness knows when I’ll see him again as he was visiting from overseas, but he was good fun.

The second booking at 12.30 was a lot less frenetic and involved a lot of erm, wobbling. Again, a lovely gentleman (I am lucky that I seem to attract the decent sort) who just wanted to….well…..shake my bits. My boobs, my arse, my thighs, everything. A lot of jiggling and a lot of wobbling was had in this particular booking. It was obvious he loves the larger female form and this was his way of showing his appreciation. I didn’t mind a bit. It did also help that he had lovely soft hands.

I felt like I was still wobbling like a bowl of jelly on the way home. A good and fun day.

Yesterday I had a client who, not only had never seen an escort before, but who’d also never had sex with a BBW before. But it had always been a fantasy of his. He was a bit overwhelmed with the size of everything on me, my boobs, my arse, my thighs…

To say he enjoyed himself is a bit of an understatement, even if I do say so myself. Let’s just say that he enjoyed burying his face in a few places,lol.

I know it can be a bit unnerving seeing an escort for the first time, let alone seeing a type of woman you’re not used to.

Kudos to him for taking the plunge, in more ways than one.

Picking up the last box of bakewell tarts from Marks and Spencer’s this morning. And buying Dan Brown’s The Lost Symbol for £5.99 from WH Smith’s instead of paying a tenner.

Different cakes but don’t we big-boobed girls think alike?

….by Michael in Newcastle. He asked me over the weekend if I’ve gone on strike with my blog.

Of course I haven’t gone on strike. I know it’s been a week or so since my last entry. But I’m not one of those women who writes what I think are frivolous fritterings. I try to write things that I think may be of interest to readers, which means I have to find them interesting first.

I know people are interested in my escapades as an escort, they like reading about my bookings and what goes on in them. I know because I’ve been told. And some of you love the idea of being mentioned. Again, I know this because you’ve told me. But I wouldn’t mention anybody without first seeking their permission and although I had a couple of bookings last week, I forgot to seek permission from the gentleman to mention our appointments. And if I’m brutally honest, nothing too remarkable occured in either booking anyway. They were regular bookings with nice, lovely gentlemen.

The news has been, what I’ve found, unremarkable this past week. So I found nothing worthy of a mention, apart from the justice of the peace in Louisiana USA who refuses to marry couples of mixed race. That did raise an eyebrow at first, but then I thought, it’s the deep south, why should I be suprised.

Apart from that, a quiet week or so in my world of blogging.

And I’m in the mood for a spot more face-sitting…or a bit of the other. So if you’re around about that time tomorrow and you don’t mind popping into Victoria, give me a call.

In other news, bookings for Edinburgh are going well. Thursday (5th) morning/early afternoon is booked until after 2pm as is Saturday (7th) afternoon between 1 and 3pm. Friday afternoon between 3 and 7pm is also booked for my original customer, the reason why I’m coming up there in the first place. So do drop me a line or give me a call gents, if you’d like to see me whilst I’m up there.

Written with permission.

Yesterday’s customer, D. Half the size of me. A fit 50-something, looks at least 10yrs younger. Yum. A little bit nervous, a bit overwhelmed by the size of my arse. Methinks I better take it slow with this one.

He said he’d like a bit of facesitting. He hadn’t tried it much really, just whenever he’d engaged in the 69 position…..as you do. He didn’t want full face-sitting, so I said, how about I just hovver, y’know, like perching. Then when you’ve had enough of my arse just push me off. Okay, he says, I can cope with that.

I even start off with some breast smothering as a precurser, just to put him at ease and give him some idea of what to expect with my arse.

I’ve switched positions and I’m now getting ready to straddle the gentleman. Next thing I know he nearly throws me off balance burying his face into my bum. Gets it right in there, he does. Gives me some wonderful attention for at least 10mins.

Nervous my arse!

Caller: How much for ten minutes?

Me: Sorry, ten minutes of what?

Caller: Ten minutes of sex.

Me: £140

Unsuprisingly the phone goes dead.

Who on earth can fit sex into 10 minutes? Why would anybody want to?