Seeing a Catholic priest, dressed in full regalia (full smock and skull cap) walking to Victoria Station. I assume he was coming back from Westminster Cathedral. And on other side of the street there was what I assumed a couple with their children, also coming from Westminster Cathedral. How do I know? The stickers stuck to their chest with the words “Nope Pope” written on it. I did hear on the news that was a protest to the Pope’s visit organised in Central London yesterday.
I must catch up with the news this morning to see how it went.

(With permission)

I had a couple of bookings yesterday, both gents were first timers in coming to see an escort. I know gents get nervous when coming to see a lady for the first time, so I always say kudos to those that do take the plunge, as nerve-wracking as it may seem at the beginning.

The first gentleman wanted a bit of play-wrestling. It wasn’t something he’d done before, he’d seen it in movies and on the net and thought he might try and give it a go. Unfortunately it turned out that he wasn’t quite as turned on as he thought he might be, so we abandoned that idea after a while and moved on to other things. Things that put a big smile on his face.

The 2nd gent liked the look of my bum and wanted to experience it for himself first-hand, instead of just gazing at the pics. So he booked his first appointment with an escort and came down from Wakefield to spend the day in London, squeezing in a visit to me.
We had a wonderful facesitting session, both knickered and un-knickered and I tell you what, it’s amazing how the nerves just flew out of the window. Said 2nd gentleman had himself a wonderful time. Both gents are welcome back anytime.

The 2nd gent did give me a giggle though. When he went to freshen up after our session he took his flannel that he’d brought with him and his underpants into the bathroom to have a quick wash. When he came back into the bedroom his underpants were soaking wet. Turns out he mistook his underpants for his flannel and soaked them under the tap, ready to wash his face with them. Even funnier, he now had no underpants to wear back home and he had to “go commando”. It was funny watching him “adjust” himself. I hope he wasn’t in too much discomfort travelling all the way back to Wakefield.

It was a pleasure gents.