I’ve finished my first assignment and it’s in the post today – recorded delivery – to my tutor for marking. I’m making a start on my second assignment this week.

I’m also back at my Other Job today after my break in Glasgow. My office manager told me I was missed. It’s lovely to be missed, I love working where I do and I’m still helping training two people from the new wave of trainees that are being put through their paces. I must admit I did miss there last week whilst I was Glasgow. In all my years in a 9-5 job, that’s the first time I’ve missed my job.

Speaking of which, I came home today to find an email from my main squeeze from the North-West, Twiggy. You’ve probably gathered by now he’s one of my favourite clients of my career and we keep in touch from time to time. For those who don’t know, Twiggy’s the (some would say lucky) guy under my arse on my main site.

He’s read about my time in Glasgow and how I plan to go back next March. He informs me that he sometimes drives to up there for facesitting sessions (I tell you, don’t come between this man and his love for facesitting) and if all goes to plan on both sides he’d love to come up and see me. Where he lives in Cumbria he says it’s just the same as driving down to see me in Manchester. That’s made my day, that has. My North-West favourite and my Scotland favourite in one weekend; two very nice gentlemen who knows how to treat a woman. An escort’s dream. With them and the client who describes my arse as “the 8th Wonder of the World”, that would do me nicely. Not that I want to wish my life away, but roll on next March.

And to top it off, I went into Sainsbury’s this morning to get some bits and pieces after the school run and I saw the price of a 70cl bottle of Drambuie (Scottish whisk(e)y liqueur) at £22 and a litre sized bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream at £18. I bought the same, but a litre size of the Drambuie at the duty free shop in Glasgow Airport for the same price, £22. And I paid £13 for the litre sized bottle of the Bailey’s. That’s half of my Christmas drinks shopping list completed and at a bargain too. If I do make up to Glasgow next March, I’ll get some more booze but for Easter. That’s what I should do, go to Glasgow every major holiday so I can buy cheap booze,lol.

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.

…to another one of my favourites this week.

Last month it was my Glasgow favourite, this Tuesday I said goodbye to Twiggy, my Manchester favourite.

He was down south this week, initially to come and see me for a few hours, but he thought he might do some sight-seeing as well. It was good to know I was the climax to his visit, especially as he has had to endure some hardships due to the floodings in Cumbria. I was only too happy to take his mind off things.

We had three hours of debauched fun, including facesitting, tying up and the usual slap and tickle. Of course it was me doing the slapping and tickling. Hopefully I took his mind off his troubles at home for a short time.

All the best to you, Twiggy. You were one of the best.

x

I had a rather odd one today at around 2pm. And as it was such a strange request I remember this person had called before about a year ago.

It started off simple enough; would I be available today for a two hour booking at Victoria for some face-sitting and forced body-worshipping. I said, if it’s for later on this evening, then yes I could be.

Then he said that he was in a hotel with some priests and could I do Domination with them all before they took their vows!! I told the caller that I remember that either himself or somebody asked me the exact same thing about a year ago, the only addition was that last year they were all Italian. He said yes, he was given my number by the person. I said, well, the person should’ve also informed you that it wasn’t an idea I was willing to entertain. Whilst I’m open to most ideas, I did find this request a little unsettling, simply because of the religious slant to it.

He did ask if he could still see me on his own tonight and said that he would call back in 45 mins to reconfirm. No suprise, he didn’t. Which is fine by me, because as I said previously, I’m still feeling the affects of my long walkabout in the West End yesterday.

But what a strange phone call. And even stranger getting the same call last year. I can only assume it’s a bit of a mickey-taking call the gent indulges in once in a while, bless his cotton socks.

I would say I’m raring to go, but I’m still suffering from trying to get home on London Transport yesterday. That’ll teach me to travel home on a Sunday. It took me an hour and a half just to get from London Euston Station to Croydon. The journey from Manchester down was better.

Anyway, I’m back home taking a day off today, but I just wanted to say thank you to those who visited me in Manchester. This was by far, the best tour I’ve ever had, not just because it was busy, but because I met more lovely people. Sorry to “M” from Thursday, whose offer of a bit of sight-seeing I had to decline as my Saturday was so busy. I’ll make it to Old Trafford yet. Mind you, the closest I did get was walking through the throng of red-shirted supporters going in the opposite direction on my way to Piccadilly Station yesterday. It was a bit of a buzz.

And a big thank you to lovely regular client “Twiggy”, for the bag of chocolate-covered vanilla fudge from your local town. Better than Thornton’s.

And talking of “Twiggy”, look what he and I got up to. “Twiggy” (he knows why I call him that) is a face-sitting officionado, he’s been indulging his predilictions for years so he knows what he likes. Anyway, he sought permission to take some pictures of our time together on Saturday for his private collection, being a trusted customer and knowing that I didn’t want any identifiable bits in the pics, I was happy to oblige. I think they’re great. I did try to ask him what he thought, but I couldn’t understand the muffling sounds he kept making. But I do know he was one happy bunny, weren’t you “Twiggy”? And didn’t the camera do well?

I'm sorry, I didn't see your face there.

Can you breathe? No? Good.

I have a facesitting session booked for this Thursday at 1pm for an hour. One thing I do know after such a session is that I’m always left feeling a bit frustrated, if you know what I mean.

So if you’re around in the Victoria/Belgrave area, say 2.30pm, do pop in for a visit, obviously giving me some notice please. I’d be happy to entertain shorter bookings if you’re a little financially-challenged but would still like to treat yourself to a bit of me.

And I must say how much I missed it.

It has been six weeks since I tore a ligament in my knee and luckily I’ve not had a call for many facesitting sessions; everybody wants sex, which is just find by me.

But I did have my first full-on nothing-but-facesitting session yesterday. And yeah, it was great.  The client was a first-timer (to me) all the way from Maidenhead, who I won’t mention too much as I didn’t get permission to. But he was a doll, very considerate and he’d put himself in some uncomfortable positions to accomodate my knee. I did the whole shebang, forward and backward facesitting, edge-of-the-bed, you name it. My bed has lots of pillows and cushions, so they worked great as both leverages and comfort tools.

I threw in a bit of breast-smothering too, as it was something he hadn’t experienced before. But yes, it was mostly facesitting and we were both having such a great time that my client extended his booking from an hour to 90mins. See, remember what it says on the front page of my website: “Time flies when I’m sitting on your face”. This definitely applied in this case.

And funnily enough, my knee doesn’t feel too bad today. But bloomin’ ‘eck, my thighs are burning. I had a cancelled booking today and I’m thinking now that it was for the best, I think I would’ve been walking home like John Wayne. I need to get some more facesitting sessions in, and get my thighs fit again.

It’s true what they say, sex is a great way to work out.