and I was out like a light by 11pm. I know, a right goer aren’t I?

My main squeeze Twiggy turned up about half an hour late yesterday morning, really through no fault of his own. Apparently there were roadworks going on on the route that he normally takes into the city off the motorway and he couldn’t find a way to get to where I was, even though he saw pedestrian signs for Piccadilly. The poor thing was grinding his teeth by the time he got to me.

But I shooed away the tension and we had our usual wonderful time together. We mixed things up a bit and as usual he was receptive.

He’s actually taken some (read a lot) photographs for me for the new website and I have to say I’m really pleased with a lot of them. We made use of the space we had, even taking some bathroom shots with me in the shower, coyly covering my bits with either the shower curtain or my big humungous towel. He enjoyed soaping me up, I’m sure. We took the usual facesitting ones he loves to take of me, taking a few more this time as I wanted a couple for the site. I even managed to squeeze back into my red corset (any golden oldies remember that?) for some fantastic shots of my bum. Wait till you see them. I reckon the facesitting fans will love them.

I thought it would be a good idea to have some natural, this is me, this is what you get photos; this is what we might get up to in a hotel room. When perspective clients see my pics they’ll see I do “exactly what it says on the tin”. And with Twiggy being a long-time client I trusted that the pics won’t end up somewhere they’re not supposed to. He’s one of the nicest clients an escort could ever wish to have.

Twiggy left around 3pm. My 3.30 never confirmed so I had a few hours rest until my booking later on in the evening. I went into Piccadilly Gdns where they’re having a Manchester Food Fare all weekend. What great timing, eh? On Friday I had bought some cupcakes, yesterday I bought a pie and mash. All scrumptious. There’s also a soup van that apparently sells all natural goodness soups, so I might try that this evening. Or pop into Chinatown and get a takeaway.

It’s almost 10.30am now and I’m going to get ready and go to the Trafford Centre. One of my customers on Thursday was kind enough to tell me which bus goes there. Apparently I can get the tram to Old Trafford, then a bus to the Trafford Centre.

But first I’m going to treat myself to some decent decaf (an oxymoron to some coffee lovers I’m sure.)