Kinky La Rue

Yes, you read my talking incessantly about my visit to Dover with SJ a couple of weeks ago, where not only did I have to keep a straight face whilst lying through my back teeth, but where myself and SJ endlessly squashed and squeezed this poor man into oblivion. But fear not, as far as he was concerned, it was his idea of Nirvana. Well, with the delectable victuals of myself and Sarah Jane on offer, how could it not be. Take a close look and you can just make out the merciful pleas by way of his hand sticking out from underneath my arse. He was only just pretending begging to be let free from my bottom. He loved it really.

I am happy to say that we sent back home with a (squashed) smile on his face, and a happy time was had by all parties. Dover was lovely, and so was our client.

This is just one of my many and varied services I offer. I must admit sometimes I love the straight sex, I love the cuddling, I love the GFE type experience. But I also do love it when customers go beyond “normal” boundaries. It adds to the variety that comes with this job. It makes it something I never get bored with.

P.S. Please forgive the photo quality. It was taken on SJ’s LG *insert derisive snort* Viewty mobile phone.

I was amazed at myself at the amount of lies that spewed forth from my mouth last Thursday and Friday during my jaunt to Dover to have my dinner duo with Sarah-Jane. But after so long in this job, I guess I kind of gotten used to it. There’s no choice really.

In the taxi ride to the hotel from the station, the driver was making polite conversation, harmlessly asking me the purpose of my visit to Dover. I told him I was meeting a couple of ladies from the area and that we were having a girly night out. He wondered why I chose that particular hotel. I told him that the friends were from nearby and that the hotel was the most conveniently located. I thought to myself “what the heck do I say if he asks where we’re going”, which I could clearly see was the next question coming. So I jumped in and said that we were all meeting at said hotel to discuss our night out as we were still at odds over what to do.”Whew, dodged that one”, I thought.

And then the next day, as SJ and I had checked out and was waiting for our taxi to take us back to the train station, the receptionist asked us where we were from, and it lead to more questions as to the purpose of our visit. And again, I lied through my teeth. She wasn’t being nosey by any means, neither was the taxi driver from the day before. Dover is one of those lovely quiet areas that you rarely come across  where strangers say hello to each other and mention the weather. And as it’s so close to the coast, I assume the locals must be used to people visiting all the time.

As we were walking to the taxi, SJ laughed and said “You are such a liar!” But what else could I have said? “Oh, I’m an escort and I’m going to meet up with another escort and we’re going to have debauched and hedonistic fun in your hotel room with a client for a few hours. Promise we won’t leave our room a smut-filled mess” I hardly think that would’ve gone down well.

The famous White Cliffs of Dover.

But we all had a great time, Dover was a lovely place and I’m hoping our client went back home with a satisfied grin on his face.

I’m in the middle of making a booking with a customer down near Dover for next Thursday 18th. It’ll be a long (and late) one so I was thinking about making a whole day and night of it and going home the next morning. If you’ve always wanted a piece of my ample booty but I was too far away in London, now’s your chance. Please feel free to give me a call or drop me a line. If I’ve garnered enough interest then I might just find myself at the seaside next week.