I spoke to my landlady today and unfortunately her rent at the flat in Victoria has gone up, which in turns means so has what she’s charging me. So I’m afraid I’ve had to raise my rates to reflect the change – a tenner on an hour’s booking and so on.

I have been very lucky in that the rent she charges me has remained the same for the past five years, so I really can’t grumble too much. It’s a shame to have to pass it on to my clients, but a girl’s gotta make a living and this is the only way I make mine.

At least if you’re a pass client, you still pay the same old price. I hope there was nobody out there procrastinating,lol.

Thank God there are some of you out there. I had a booking last night with a gentleman who’s been trying to make a booking with me for three years!! Three years!!

The first time he wrote to me was April 2007, when I went to New York on tour. The second time he wrote to me, a few months later, I was already booked for the time he wanted.

Then lo and behold, last week I hear from the gentleman out of the blue and unbelievably I was free on one of the days he was in London on business. We got a date in quick before something threw a spanner in the works.

A very happy chappy who laughed a lot, which was a bit infectious, you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. Our booking was in one of the Premier Inns in South London and we had a bit of a giggle over one of their notices that was stuck to the bathroom mirror: “Forgotten something” it said, with a picture of soaps, shoe polish, needle and thread…. and condoms.  Now that’s what I call keeping it real. We all have our needs, don’t we?

A good appointment and a good giggle. Here’s hoping it doesn’t take another three years to meet again,lol.

Watching the England/USA match in the forty-something minute? Yeah, me too. I literally slapped my hand to my forehead, but just stopped short of saying “D’oh”. My Scottish partner thought it was hilarious. He would.

As the Kit-Kat commercial on the telly goes, “fingers crossed” for next Friday playing Algeria.

…but I don’t see why I have to take it anymore.

Rushing to the apartment today to get ready for my 12pm appointment, my work phone rang. I didn’t hear it until it was too late and I didn’t get to answer it. The same number rang again and this time I caught it. It sounded like a lot of mumbling and as I didn’t have time to decipher what the caller was saying I hung up. The person then called back for the third time and this time I heard something about “what he’d like me to do with his c*ck”. I sighed and immediately hung up and got to the flat to get ready.

And you know what I did? Something I’ve never done before. When I got the flat, I called the number back. I called it a few times and simply hung up when he answered. I wanted to get my message across that just because my phone number’s in the public domain it doesn’t mean that he could use it to make obscene phone calls. That in his case I will bite back.

Usually I’ve put up with these types of calls over the past 8 years. The worst these types of calls are is annoying. I’ve had the odd drunken call left on voicemail in the middle of the night. Even a couple of times where you can hear juvenile giggling in the background in the pub because the caller and their mates think it’s hilarious calling an escort. I’ve wanted to give these people a call in the cold light of day the next morning, but chances are, apart from being horrified to hear from me, they probably didn’t even have any idea that they called the night before, and their antics are usually greased by a few drinks.

But today I thought, nahh! No more, there’s no excuse this time. I’d like to give this reprobate a taste of his own medicine. And the fact is, he persistantly called me. Why?? What pleasure does one derive from persistantly calling an escort, talking obscenly down the phone, knowing their chances of a full sentence emanating from their lips before they’re hung up on is slim to none.

I haven’t heard back from him since this morning and hopefully he’ll now think twice before he makes obscene phone calls to another escort.

May I reiterate that I never make it a habit of calling back clients. Or people that call just to make an enquiry. I’m as discreet as you can get and my clients have never had to worry about me. I don’t keep genuine callers numbers.

But this twit will be comforted with the knowledge that I now have his number firmly ensconsed in my phone under “Idiot Tw*t” in case he’s brave enough (or stupid enough) to call again.

I wasn’t mad, I wasn’t upset. I had a long booking to look forward to with a lovely gentleman I had met before, so I knew I was going to have a good time. But after all these years, I thought why not turn the tables for once.

I won’t make a habit of it, but boy it felt good.

Well, not for a couple of weeks yet. But I wanted to thank a lovely reader in France for the gift he sent me. Your generosity is mind-blowing. Just so you know, it’s going to a good cause.

Thank you again. Mwah!

…with the first match between the host nation and Mexico a 1-1 draw. I’m looking forward to watching the England-USA match tomorrow.

After my booking tomorrow, I was thinking of stopping in at Marks and Spencer to buy an England t-shirt, just to p**s off my Scottish partner.*Gnash*

C’mon England.

my, aren’t I a chatterbox today?

If you’re in the UK then you’ll know what I’m wittering on about. In order to help pay for my first course in my degree, I’ve traded in some of my (shopping) loyalty card vouchers for money off my first course. For every £10 in money vouchers you can get £40 for certain educational courses.Which is a brilliant idea.

I may have mentioned before, I want to do an openings course, just to get me back into the swing of essay writing again, so I’m going to do this course, starting again in September. It also does count towards my degree. It’s only £120, but with my Tesco’s vouchers, it’ll cost only £80. It’ll give me time to save up for the second course which is £650, or with more Tesco vouchers, even less.

Well, you know what their motto is, “Every little helps.” Never a truer word said in my case.

It seems I can’t help myself, I can’t stay away from the bloody place.

I’ve been in recent correspondence with my “squeeze” Twiggy up north. He’s delighted to hear that I’ve been giving it some thought and that I’ll be paying Manchester another visit this summer. We can get up to some more naughtiness and he can take some pictures for his private gallery.

Well, I thought, seeing as I’ve missed the June deadline to register for my first course, I can now spare the time to visit up north again. I figured why not, as the next course doesn’t start until September.

He was very pleased to hear the news, and I must say I’m pleased to be able to pay a visit at least one more time. I do love the place, don’t ask me why. Well, I do know that the people up there are lovely and polite, the shopping’s not far from where I normally stay and I may make it to the Trafford Centre yet, and that’s not far from Old Trafford.

I’ve booked the hotel and my dates will be from the 5th-9th August.  I’m staying over an extra day. Last year I went home on a Sunday and whilst it was a pleasant enough journey going from Manchester Picadilly to London Euston, because of Sunday engineering works it was an absolute nightmare trying to get from London Euston to home on the London Underground. If you live in London, you know that these works can go on for years, on one line or another. So I’m just going to come home on the Monday afternoon. It’ll be a lot less stressful I think.

So Manchester it is in August. I’m looking forward to it already.

I’ve been having a look this weekend and I found this website, which caters to retro lingerie and suspenders. There are some gorgeous suspender belts on there, so I just need to have a proper look and see which suits me. Any comments welcome on what you gents like.

And thanks to Avi, who sent me a link under my previous mention of my dear departed sussies. It’s much appreciated Avi, it’s a shame there are no pictures or photographs so one can see what they’re purchasing. Tell me what you think of the above website Avi.

For this past Friday’s facesitting booking, I found a pair of old pvc suspender belts. I’m not even sure when I purchased them, but I was happy to find them as I thought they were important to wear for the booking. They’ll do until I find a decent pair.

(With permission)

I had a brilliant booking today but it nearly didn’t happen. My landlady forgot I had a booking at 10.30am this morning and locked me out. Long story short, through no fault of my own the appointment was 90mins late in starting. Luckily, my client was of the patient and understanding sort and waited until I could get in. I felt really bad for him as, coming from the Midlands and not being local to me, he had waited about 7 years to see me and I couldn’t believe that it looked, for a time, that the booking wouldn’t go ahead.

It finally did go ahead and what a fantastic facesitting session it was. This client has been a face-sitting officionado for the past 20yrs so he knows what he likes. And because he had waited so long to see me I wanted to make sure and give him one of the best sessions he ever had. I think his favourite bit was when, just to mix it up a bit, I had his head in a reverse scissor lock with my legs wrapped tight around his head and his face shoved tight into my bottom. And I loved making him whimper when I squeezed my thighs. Talk about a total workout. Who needs the gym?!

With it being 27deg in the city today, as you might imagine, it was a hot, sweaty and sticky hour, even with the fan going full pelt. But we both loved it, it was one of the most intense sessions I’ve had in over 8yrs.

I hope you had a wonderful time F, and thank you for displaying such patience.

Boy, my thighs are gonna hurt in the morning. I reckon I’ll be walking like John Wayne.