This evening’s customer wanted dirty sex. So that’s what I gave him. Rude, horny, kinky, dirty sex. He called me a horrible, sadistic bitch, I called him an ODB: old dirty bastard. Epithets and name-calling a plenty. Fantastic!

Christmas leftovers.

Well, mine was a nice and quiet affair, just the immediate family until yesterday, but they’ve gone to Scotland for the New Year, which means I’m on my own and I can playyyyy.

But I gotta say, a few of you gents need spanking. What part of “I won’t be available until the 28th” do you not understand? C’mon guys. I’ve switched my phone on today and I’ve got missed calls going back to Boxing Day, including a few from yesterday! I know you’re horny and you want nothing more than to get away from the festivities, but it does say on the main page that I’d only be around for New Year’s, please have a look at my blog for dates and details. And I couldn’t have made it clearer on here could I? Honestly. What to do with horny blokes when they’re thinking with the wrong head,lol. I also got a withheld number calling me this afternoon. Ooooh, come on now, you really didn’t think I was going to answer it did you? You know, the same place in which you got my number from my website, where it says directly underneath that I don’t answer them? Whoever that was, bless your cottons for trying.

Anyway, I’m back to work now. Available all this week for incalls at Victoria or outcalls to you. Whichever’s more convenient. I probably maybe over-indulged just a teensie weensie bit, so how about helping me work it back off?

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.