Written with permission.

On Friday night I had that dinner date I briefly mentioned before. I didn’t half look sexy dragging my leg behind me to and from the booking, I tell ya.

Apart from that, it went well. It turned out that I had seen this client before a few years ago. When he had emailed me with a certain scenario that he wanted to carry out, I thought to myself, this sounds familiar, I’m sure I’ve seen this guy before. It’s a very particular scenario and it was highly coincidental that two different clients wanted exactly the same thing. I mentioned to him that I’ve heard of this before and he then realised that yes, he had indeed seen me as “Brandy” a few years back. It was great catching up with each other.

I hadn’t had a chance to explain about my knee until the Friday afternoon, before our booking. I asked him if we could perform the scenario from another angle so to speak, and he was fine with that. And gammy leg aside, it did go well. Although said French client cheated so if there’s ever a next time I’m going to tweak his nipples.

But he’s made up for his cheating by allowing me to mention his scenario. I explained that I reckon a lot of readers would love to hear about it. But he says I must mention that he’s 45,lol. Anyway, get a load of this and don’t tell me it’s not horny!:

Everything was pre-arranged so of course I knew where I was going and what hotel room my client was in. When I got to the hotel I had to text him to let him know that I had arrived. That was his signal to leave the hotel door ajar whilst he laid on the bed with a blindfold on waiting for me.

We weren’t to speak. Not a word. I came up to his room, pushed the door open and the client was where he was supposed to be, laying face-up at the edge of the bed. I picked up my envelope as per his instructions and then crept into the bathroom and proceeded to get changed, all this time not saying a word, so he had no idea what I was doing. Sure he could probably hear me moving around, but that was about it.

And  just to heighten the anticipation, I came out once and stood over him, again not saying a word, just so that he could feel my presence.

I finished getting changed and came out. I took the blindfold off my client and whispered for him to keep his eyes closed. I then turned round so that when I told him to open his eyes the first thing that would fill his vision (and I mean really fill his vision) was my arse. I then sat on his face. And because his head was perched at the edge of the bed, I could sit comfortably at the end without having to worry about my knee.

But he did sneak a peak, and the first thing he saw wasn’t my arse, but my boobs, as I just had on stockings and suspenders, but at least he had a great view of something.  I remember our first time though, and it was perfect as he didn’t open his eyes until he was supposed to.

But the rest of the evening went very well after that. We ended up ordering room service in instead of going out to eat, to save me walking around too much. And I have to mention that I had the best Chicken Cesar Salad I’ve ever tasted. I was full from the gargantuan pieces of chicken breast that I had to cut up.Topped off with some Ferrer Rocher for dessert, it was indeed a lovely meal.

The client did let me go home a bit early. He had had a full day’s work and I guess after the meal he just wanted to relax. And he had the early train to get back to Paris in the morning. Plus I think he felt a bit sorry for me and wanted me to get home at a decent hour so I could rest my leg. I must admit I did feel it the next day. I did plan to write this over the weekend but I confess I wasn’t in the mood. It didn’t help that I had to walk home from the station instead of getting the taxi as I planned because they were all out on jobs. Apart from that I had a wonderful time.I hope he did too.

See, sexy scenario or what?

Written with permission.

And nothing went wrong? Unbelievable.

You may have remembered that I mentioned a 4 hour private party a client wanted with just himself and four gorgeous ladies, including me,lol.

Well, that was yesterday. And what a most decadent, debauched  way to spend an afternoon. I should’ve been apprehensive, wondering if all was going to go well on the day, it also didn’t help that the penthouse suite we had booked was on the 13th floor. *Cue theme from the Twilight Zone*.

But nothing went wrong. What a fab time we all had. I greeted our client at the door with a big smooch, took him upstairs where SJ had a bottle of pink champagne at the ready about to go pop. Both Kiera and SJ greeted him with big long snogs. We told him a bit of a porky and said that his fourth lady Celine had a bit of trouble with the trains and would be there momentarily. Imagine his suprise when, after we undressed him and led him to the bathroom, he found her buck nekkid in the jacuzzi with the bubbles going.

And it was all downhill from there. Inhibitions went out the high-rise window, lingerie was discarded, the bed creaked rhythmically and noisely (the sofa took a bit of a battering too), even the bathroom saw some action. Well, with a jacuzzi you just have to make use of it, don’t you? We were a tangle of arms, legs, boobs and all the other naked bits you can think of.

Inbetween we rested with chat, some lovely buffet food that we picked up from good old Marks, and we also made sure we had enough wine and juice on the go, you know, to replenish our energy with.

Things finally came to a head (ooeerr) around 7.30pm (we had started at 3pm). Where the time went, I don’t know. The client was a lovely, lovely man who I know enjoyed every single minute of it, and we did too. It was the sort of stuff that guys only dream about, but he made come true.

I hope he got home okay and his legs didn’t give way too much and  didn’t look too strange with that wide grin on his face.

A big thanks to you P, and thanks for the Thornton’s chocolate. I shall take my time with those.

…..that you need a GPS to find her fanny, because her arse is so huge (this was coming in from the back way, if you know what I mean). And then expect them to take it as a compliment. At least, never tell someone who isn’t proud of exactly just how huge her arse is.

This was Friday’s customer, who’d never had a BBW in his life. I was his very first, so the backhanded compliments came full and plenty. “God, you’re so BIG”, as if I wasn’t exactly aware of my own body. “I’ve never seen anything like this”, he said as he kneaded my boobs, my stomach and my arse. I felt like a lump of dough by the time I left, ready to be popped into the oven. But I do realise he meant well, and I didn’t take it personally. I’m made of tougher stuff than that. Just not the doughy stuff.

I originally saw this piece on MSN News, but I just had to see if it was on YouTube so I could download here for your amusment.

A Romanian quiz-show hostess threw a wobbly because nobody would call in to her show. It was ever so slightly surreal watching it this morning. On the plus side, doesn’t she have lovely boobs,lol:

Romanian quiz-show hostess throws a wobbly.

Edit: I had a bit of trouble downloading it to my blog. The above link will take you to YouTube.

I’ve had a think and a bit of a ruminate (not sure if that’s a word but it looks good) and I’ve decided to come up to Manchester for a few days after the party.  The dates are to be 7th-10th December, which is a Sunday to Wednesday. I did hope to come later on in the week, but for some reason the Wednesday night is almost double the nightly rate than the previous couple of nights. Whew!

I always have a great time whenever I come to Manchester. I haven’t toured as much as some of my counterparts, but I have been to a fair few places, including New York last year and I always have a great time up there. Apart from the lovely northern gents up there, I have to admit, it is good for a bit of shopping. I think it’s also because I’m a bit partial to Sir Alex Ferguson. I hope I haven’t lost any potentials by admitting that.

Anyway, I digress. I’ll be up on Sunday 7th, probably from around 5pm onwards. I’m adjusting my prices for Manchester as I have done in London to reflect our current times.  Because I know things are a bit tight, and it’s not too far from Christmas, please deduct a tenner from my London prices. So an hour will be £130, 90mins £200. Two hours will be £230. That’s £20 off my London price. I’ll also be happy to take shorter bookings. Say, half hours for £70 and 45mins for £100.

Whaddya say? Can you sneak away Sunday evening? Pretend you’ve got some last minute Xmas shopping to do? Or on Monday and Tuesday how about sneaking away from the office for a bit? I’ll be in the city centre again as I was in August. I have a special affinity with that area, especially with the Arndale Shopping Centre,lol. I’m not sure if I’ll be up anytime next year gents, so I’m going to make the most of this visit. This isn’t just a marketing tool to get you gents to book, I honestly don’t see a future visit in the new year, which is probably why I’m feeling nostalgic and squeezing a visit in before the end of this year. It’s been 7 glorious years in this business come January 2009, and to paraphrase Sam Cooke, *a change is gonna come*.

Anyway, I’ve put an ad up on my 2nd favourite site here, (mine being the first, obviously,lol) with a picture of my boobs to hopefully get you salivating. Feel free to peruse my site if you’re new to it and please don’t hesitate to call or email me with any queries.

Look forward to having you.

*07900 848 567*

Even if I do say so myself.

I had a booking with one of my favourite clients at Victoria yesterday, and he always likes to see me dress up before he takes everything off,lol. He had been away working for a couple weeks and I hadn’t seen him in a while, and he was feeling particularly horny. I’m running out of sexy outfits at this rate but I do my best to surprise him. He had asked for something specific, which I didn’t have. But I said “leave it to me”, and had a think about what I could indeed surprise him with.

So I put on my red bone corset that I can hardly breath in (long-time admirers of my ample assets will remember this corset from my old sites, it pushes my boobs up and out to bursting point). I also wore my old faithful six-strap sussie belt, complete with deliberetely laddered black stockings. No point in putting on any thongs I thought, they’d be off soon enough anyway,lol.

Complete with heels and red lipstick and almost wearing my boobs as a smile, I looked like a 19th century tart. I even ruffled my usually well-coiffed hair to look as if I’d been dragged out of bed, for that extra dirty come hither look. The finished look was fantastic. It was all I could do to pull myself away from the mirror when the buzzer rang announcing the arrival of my client. I was strutting my stuff in front of it.

And may I say, he was well blown away. The look on his face when he walked through the door was, as the Mastercard ad says, priceless. It was well worth not being able to breath properly for about half an hour. The lipstick was soon kissed off, and everything else followed soon after. I only wished that I remembered at the time to take a picture of myself so I could’ve posted it on my blog for you to see. I didn’t think about it until it was too late. Maybe another opportunity will present itself.

But you gents certainly do love to keep me on my toes. I have one favourite client whose prefered state of my outfit is totally naked. I do get a kick out of trying to accommodate all tastes and requirements. Sometimes I can’t manage everything that is asked of me, but I always try my best with what I have.

Who knew dressing up (or sometimes not) could be so fun. Now I still have to find a Christmas outfit for the party.

Wish me luck.

Three years after our last party together in Oxford, Sarah Jane, Celine and myself are getting together with my colleagues Sarita and Kiera for a one-off Christmas party on the 3rd and 4th December in Central London.

Some of you lovely gents will remember them. They were mainly held in either Central London or Oxford. Oh, and they were fantastic. Do you remember all those lovely sweaty writhing bodies? In the bedrooms, on the sofa, on the floor?? Pah! Who needed a bedroom when there were other available surfaces. As long as it/they was sturdy.

To the golden oldies, you’ll remember that Sarah Jane was the first escort to start BBW parties. She is pretty much the pionneer of them. Her first review on Punternet dates back to 2002 for those who’d like to reminisce, or for those who’ve never been to a BBW party before. I joined them sometime in 2003 when she called for help because there so many horny gentlemen she needed an extra pair of boobs. Other escorts have gone on to hold their own parties since and others have realised that you could run successful BBW parties. So there are quite a few out there now.

The confirmed line-up will include SJ, myself, Celine (she’s not officially a BBW, but she is our honourary one), Sarita and one of Essex’s finest, Kiera. We’re going to hold two 3 hour parties. One in the evening on Wednesday 3rd, maybe around 6pm, and another do in the daytime, sometime around 2pm, I would imagine. Details are still sketchy, as we only finalised plans yesterday (Friday). But please watch this space.

This is a one-off gents, believe me. SJ always said she wouldn’t do anymore, and this week she was finally persuaded by Celine. If nothing else, you’ve got to come and say thanks to Celine for persuading SJ out of party retirement.

And I tell you what, you better get your skates on if you’d like to book a place. Within an hour of SJ putting up an ad on Punternet this morning, one gentlemen has already booked for the evening party. And would you believe it, my lovely client from this morning, mentioned in my previous blog entry, has asked to attend the daytime do. On the rare occasion we came up for air, he had just happened to mention the fact that I didn’t do parties anymore. I thought the timing was hilarious considering we’d only just made up our minds to go ahead the day before. I promised him a sexy Christmas outfit. I better get on with finding a skirt that’ll fit over my ample arse,lol.

If you’d like to attend, you’re welcome to drop me a line or give me a call. Let me know which party you’d like to attend. It’s going to be bloody brilliant! Boobs and arses galore.