Kinky La Rue

…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.