Kinky La Rue

Yesterday’s customer from Glasgow took a few pictures of me for his own collection and sent me this altered pic, the cheeky blighter:

After all the email exchanges, I finally got to meet the gentleman that wouldn’t take no for an answer. The gentleman who was willing to go to great lengths to get me to come to Edinburgh. And I’m glad he did. I’m loving Edinburgh and he and I had a wonderful afternoon today. Totally in awe of my backside, can I say.

Make sure you wear some jeans he says. Bring your stockings and sussies he says. Remember your pvc skirt as well, he says. What happens? I don’t think I was more than two minutes in my pvc skirt before he had it off, all other changes of clothes out the window. Well, not literally. You know what I mean,lol.

And talk about coming prepared. The plan was for me to meet him at his hotel, so I brought along some juice and a bottle of water, as it was going to be a long and sweaty (if I could help it) afternoon. He’d also brought some water for us and, bless him, a box of chocolate-covered vanilla fudge. That box will be opened sometime this evening. Anyway, guess what he also bought by way of preparation? Safetly pins! Safety pins I hear you say. No, he’s not turning retro punk,lol.

It seems the darned curtains in his hotel room wouldn’t close completely and as he was on the ground floor we didn’t exactly have the privacy we needed. So before I turned up, he’d gone out and bought safety pins and pinned the heavy curtains from top to bottom. It did look a little incongruous and it gave me a laugh. Swift thinking on his part I thought. Otherwise imagine the show we would have put on for passers-by outside.

Back to my hotel by half five and stopped guess where for dinner? Yeah, ye olde pie and mash shoppe, this time for a scotch pie, mash and gravy. Great customer, great chocolates, great pie. Oh happy day.

You can’t get that down south. Guess what I’ll be having again for dinner tomorrow? And yesterday I paid £20 including tip for room service. No dessert, just a meal and a couple of pineapple juices. That’s what happens when you don’t go exploring on your first day.

I’m not long back from doing a bit of sightseeing around Edinburgh. I thought I’d have a wander around after work. Apart from the roadworks in the middle of Princes St., it was a lovely walk and I caught glimpses of Edinburgh Castle. Although my thighs are killing me from walking up and down steep roads and steps. The lady at the pie n’ mash shop told me that Edinburgh was built on a hill, which would explain the steep streets. I reckon I’ll lose a couple of pounds at this rate.

I’m finally here in the Grassmarket area in the city centre of Edinburgh and my isn’t it gorgeous. Lots of old buildings and archeticture. I was going to have a wander around after I arrived and got settled but I had various problems with my hotel room, including no wireless internet and hardly any reception. Not a great idea when you’re on tour, doh! So I’ve had to end up moving up a few floors and all is well now, well, still no wireless internet so I’ve had to go back to the dark ages and get an ethernet cable.

And there was the lovely gentleman who cancelled 10 minutes before our booking was supposed to start. But that’s okay. I changed out of my stockings and suspenders, donned my Spongebob Squarepants t-shirt, ordered room service and enjoyed catching up with Judge Judy on ITV2. Sexy eh?! Grrrr!

I have a couple of bookings tomorrow, including a long ‘un with my Glasgow favourite, so that’ll be a better day. And Friday is my date with the gentleman who enticed me up here in the first place. PVC skirt and suspender belt at the ready.

And hopefully some sightseeing into the bargain. Lovely, lovely Edinburgh.

If you’re anything like Michael in Newcastle, who keeps an eagle eye on my site, you’ll have noticed that I’ve added a party page.

Yes, I’ve been talked into doing one more party. Ironically, the person who talked me into it, Celine, is no longer available to attend. I was going to cancel the whole shebang, but along with Ellie, help came in the name of SoftSexySara and BBW Claudia who are both happy to make up the numbers. BBW Melody will be on hand to maid. She did a stellar job last year and I couldn’t ask anybody else.

SJ also won’t be able to join us. Her commitments have changed now and she no longer works as often as she used to. But she is stopping by after our parties to help me see to the aforementioned Michael who’s coming down especially for this occassion.

If you’ve always wanted to dip your toe into the party thing, but the opportunity never arose,  here’s your chance. Have a look at the party page for full details and prices, then let me know if you can take us on. The brave men that have come and gone before will tell you what a great time they had last year.

I’ll be seeing some of my favourite all time customers in the next couple of months.

My Glasgow favourite is zipping over to Edinburgh to see me this week. My Manchester favourite, “Twiggy” has written to me this weekend to inform me that he has finalised travel plans and will indeed be coming down to London to spend a nice long session with me. Michael from Newcastle will be paying a special visit to see both myself and SJ next month. Thanks for fitting us in between footie fixtures Michael,lol. I am missing my Newcastle favourite though. He’s not been well recently. Thank goodness he did drop me a line to say hello which was good, as I had wondered how he was doing.

I must admit, although I have met a couple of right characters (do you remember I wrote about the gent who ran away), I’ve also met some wonderful gentlemen. I’ve heard of unfortunate stories where escorts have had their fair share of troubles one way or another with clients. But apart from the odd timewaster and runaway, I’ve never encountered any real problems. I’ve been really lucky I think.

*Mentally smacks face and shakes herself out of reverie.*