As I was writing my previous entry, I was feeling a little bad because I’ve been unable to find the perfect opportunity to take a picture of me in my new pvc skirt. Well, I thought I’d take a break from studying and grab a shower and I got to thinking, just before I get back into my peejays I’ll get Mr. Kinky to take an impromptu snapshot of me in it. Forgive me because it’s hardly in the most sexiest of surroundings, but I figure it’s better than nothing. And hopefully if I see Twiggy in Manchester I’ll be able to get him to take some more sexy looking pics. But here we go, this is me in my pvc skirt. I actually have to put it on over my head because my hips are too big to pull it up like a normal skirt and the zip only goes down halfway,lol. But as you can see, it doesn’t leave much to the imagination. I was going to put on my stockings but I’ve just realised I’ve only got one leg (the stocking that is). I must’ve left the other one on my outcall to Hatfield on Friday. I can kiss that goodbye. Never mind.
Hope you like it caveman.

A couple of lovely appointments was had this week, including a late night visit to one of my clients from the early days. I’ve been seeing this chap since my first year in 2002. He’s from Barcelona and comes over on business every few months. But on the last occassion he wanted to see me it was on a Tuesday evening, which as you know by now I no longer do. So it must’ve been at least a year since I last saw this client, and it was lovely seeing him again after such a long absence.

Because of his schedule, he sometimes requires a late night visit, on this occasion 10.30pm. Now you know me, I don’t like working past 9pm at the best of times, so it’s a little alien to me leaving the house at near enough that time to go into Central London. But this client is one of the loveliest chaps I’ve had the pleasure of meeting in this business and as I say, we go way back, so I see it as a special favour to him. And I know he rarely sees anybody else when he’s here. There were one or two ocassions when our diaries clashed and he’s had to call upon the favours of another escort similar in physique and colour to me, but apart from that, I’m his one and only.

Now, when I see this particular gentleman, there are a few things he requires. He loves to see me in pvc gear, so this past Wednesday I packed my new skirt (sorry caveman, didn’t manage to get a picture of the skirt) and pvc top with pvc gloves and a few other things into an overnight bag and off I set. You’d think after all these years I’d be used to carrying such paraphenalia around. But I must admit I still felt a little uneasy. Has your mother ever told you to make sure you have clean underwear on, in case you were ever in an accident and you needed to be rushed to hospital? Well, I think to myself, forget my knickers (not literally I hasten to add), what if I was in an accident and they looked through my holdall for contact details? Imagine what they’d find; condoms, lube, stilletos, pvc gear to name but a few items.
I’m used to taking my lingerie with me to my work flat, but that’s lingerie, it’s easier to explain away than pvc, don’t you think? So yes, after all these years, I’m still a little uneasy when travelling with certain items in my bag. I would imagine that it must be the stuff of nightmares of quite a few escorts.

I also got the chance to catch up with the warrior that is Adorable Amy, a good friend in the business. She had a busy few days in London but was able to manage to squeeze me in for lunch yesterday afternoon. We met outside our favourite eatery, YoSushi, and we had a good old chinwag for a few hours. It was actually dinner time by the time I got home and my progeny had wondered if I had been abducted (God forbid they try switching the oven on by themselves). We pigged out on items from the conveyor belt, ordered a couple of dishes like their misho soup, hairy prawns and chicken katsui with curry sauce from the menu, finished off with a cup of green tea and we finally extricated ourselves from their stools at around 4pm. We were still nattering outside the restaurant an hour later, would you believe? But remember I only get to see her every couple of months or so when she comes to London and on the next ocassion when she visits in August I’ll be in Edinburgh and Manchester. She is great company and we have other things in common besides work. So I’ll miss our next lunch date, in both senses of the word.

Amy had admittedly gone a little crazy at Konditor & Cook (which I do feel a little responsible for as I introduced her to the bakery), but she saved me a brownie, which I received and consumed with much thanks. She did say she knew she was in trouble when the shop assistant says, “hold on, you’ll need a bigger bag….”
I had the brownie with a mug of hot chocolate later on when settled under the duvet for the evening. Oooh baby, it was scrumptious. As it’s my birthday next weekend I considered it a birthday treat. I also plan to treat myself to a couple of cupcakes from the Hummingbird Bakery, stick a candle in it and wish myself a happy birthday. I’m at the age now where nobody bothers celebrating such frivolities with either their mother or their partner, so I celebrate by myself. Which is why I’m disappearing for the day next Saturday. It’ll be a day when everybody will have to fend for themselves. Well, the take-out menu’s on the fridge door.

Happy Father’s Day.

I applied for and received my first student union card last week and I’ve been going a little bit crazy. I never did have one the last time I was at college back in 19*sneeze* so I thought I’d get one this time around. With a student card comes many benefits, such as discounts on a wide range of goods and services.

This morning I’ve been booking my tickets for Edinburgh and Manchester in August. Normally I fly return to Edinburgh, but because I’m going on to Manchester, it was cheaper booking single train tickets for the whole trip. I’ve had to book a single to Edinburgh from King’s Cross, then a single from Edinburgh’s Waverley Stn. down to Manchester Piccadilly, then from Manchester back down to London, disembarking at London Euston. I’ve been using this site, because I’ve been able to get 10% off every ticket I’ve booked, saving myself a grand total of £6.10. Hey, don’t scoff. That’ll be my lunch I’ll have purchased at Marks and Spencer’s at King’s Cross. To quote a well-known supermarket’s motto, “every little helps.”

On my mini spending spree I’ve also bought a couple of summer tops from the New Look website, that saved me a whopping £1.20. It’s a shame that I’ve had such a bad experience with Virgin Media as there were some good deals on the NUS (National Union of Students) website. They also do discounts at Amazon and Play.com, with free delivery at Amazon, which is pretty cool as a reference book recommended by my tutor is only sold on the Amazon site.

Not with my student card (shame, would’ve come in very handy), I’ve also been replenishing my illicit drawer. I need new stockings for work. I used to love buying them from Marks and Spencer but the UK Tights website do tights for not only the fuller-figured woman, but for tall women too. It’s where I bought the black and red holdups that you see in the pics on my site. I also bought some Liquid Silk and condoms from the Lovehoney website. Take a look, but I do warn you it’s not for the faint of heart. One could get quite kinky with this site.

You can’t say I didn’t warn you.

Although it’s not properly advertised, I’ve been taking a few bookings for Manchester and even though it’s a couple of months away yet, I would suggest to those interested in coming to see me, make plans now. Regular blog reader El Tel has booked the rest of my Thursday after I check in, so that date’s out. I also have a few more bookings on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. And remember I only see 2-3 gents each day whilst on tour, which means a couple more spaces left for Friday and Saturday.

If you’re further north of the border, I don’t have any bookings yet for Edinburgh. So plenty of time for that gents, although remember I’m only there for two days. Remember there’s also Glasgow in July.

I was talking to Yorkshire P earlier in the week; he wanted to make a booking for Manchester, but he was also concerned with what he’d read in my blog re: my comments about leaving the business. He wanted to know how long he had.

I didn’t mean to give the impression that my leaving the industry was imminent. But yes, it’s no secret that I am working my way towards it. I’m in the middle of my 2nd year of training at my Other Job (blimey, has it been a year and a half since I started?). By Jan. 2012 it’ll be a full two years. With that and my workbooks finished, I’ll no longer be a trainee, but a full-fledged adviser and opportunities will arise which I intend to seize with both mitts.

On the advice of my supervisor I’ve started applying for jobs. I have no chance of getting one right now, I don’t have enough experience, yet. But she thinks that applying for various jobs will be good practice for me, especially as it’s been a good few years since my last job interview.

So although you’ll have me for a bit longer yet, my goal is to be out of the industry within the next year. But hey, you never know. I might be so outstanding in one interview I could well be offered a position somewhere. But for now, it’s business as usual.

but I’m more or less back to normal.
I had a brilliant five days in New York, I loved it. Thanks to the gentlemen that took the time to come and see me, especially the ever so horny chap who literally started undressing as soon as he walked through the door. Seriously. Usually when a guy comes in, we exchange pleasantries, he gets a kiss from me (or a peck on the cheek if he’s of a nervous disposition, don’t want him thinking I’m going to devour him), then we move on to the nitty gritty, starting with the removal of one’s clothing.

On this occassion it was a bit arse about face. No sooner was the door shut then clothes started coming off in mid-stride. By the time he got to the sofa, the chap was almost starkers, then the small talk came. I had to do a double-take, make sure I saw what I was seeing. Whaddya gonna do? He was horny, that’s what I was there for. Then 20mins later, he was gone and I’m left standing in the middle of the room thinking, “what the hell just happened”. He was a nice enough chap who turned out to be generous with it, so I’m not complaining, honestly. But in over 9yrs that has got to be the quickest (not to mention the most surreal) booking I’ve ever had.

Whilst I’ve learnt never to say never, I don’t think I’ll be going back to New York again, at least, not for work. I encountered a few people who just couldn’t seem to make up their mind what they wanted and whilst I can be understanding to a degree, I do have my limits. Back in 2007 things seemed to be different then, things were more straightfoward. And I’m getting too old for all the larking about I experienced. Next time I go back, it’ll be to see family and to shop.

New York City itself was fabulous, as usual. If I had the money I’d go back in a heart beat. I didn’t want to leave. Times Square was heaving, moreso on the Saturday, didn’t stay out for too long. I also went shopping down on 34th St. and I picked up some bargains at Macy’s. They were having a one day sale on the Saturday, but they had some sort of preview the day before. So I went along on the Friday and I’m so glad I did. Get this; I bought a pair of Levis for $30, plus a Calvin Klein knitted top for $9, down from, wait for it….$70. When I took it to the checkout I had to double-check with the cashier to make sure I got it right. And what with my 10% discount for tourists, I was well happy. Judging by the other shoppers, so were they. I saw one woman who must’ve been half the size of me, defying gravity with all the shopping bags she was carrying. I would’ve loved to have taken a picture of her, but of course not without her consent. But the image defied belief, I wished you could see it. When Macy’s do a sale, they really do a sale.

Although I had walked down to 34th St. I ended up getting the bus back because my feet was killing me. I had gone to a few other shops including my favourite, Old Navy, where they were having a few bargains themselves. All in all, I was happy with my purchases.

Of course my body clock was out of whack and I was up most mornings from around 4am. Thank goodness I had all night tv to keep me going. I watched old episodes of Law and Order and Law and Order Criminal Intent on either TNT or the USA network, which I either would fall asleep again to, or eat breakfast to at 6am when I realised I wasn’t going back to bed. Then I’d be out like a light by 9pm. Typically, my body didn’t properly adjust to the time zone until the day before I left. And with not having any sleep on the plane on the way back, I was absolutely shattered for the following couple of days.

So I’m slowly getting back into the swing of things at home. I’ve had a couple of bookings, one of them was Yorkshire P who took yet more pictures of my derierre(sp) yesterday in my red panties, stockings and suspenders. He has had trouble sending previous shots to me, so he’s going to try again with these. The phone’s been going this morning for bookings, which I would’ve happily accomodated had they called the day before. If anybody’s available and would like a booking tomorrow, it would be great if it can be arranged today.

I also have some tour news. Although it wasn’t in my plans, I’m going back to Glasgow this summer. I have a chance to see some friends that I don’t normally get to see and I’m going to mix it up with a few days seeing some gents too. I’ve already informed my old boy (meant in the most affectionate of terms) and he’s game, so I’ll put up an announcement nearer the time. I’m loving Glasgow and I’m happy to have the opportunity to see it again before my previously scheduled visit this October.

And would you believe I already have a booking with a lovely-sounding chap in Manchester. I’ll see him when I come down from Edinburgh and as it’s a long ‘un the 4th is taken. But that still leaves the 5th, 6th and the morning of the 8th. Sunday 7th will be “me” day, I’ll be off to the Trafford Centre again and see Old Trafford on the way. So thanks ET, I look forward to meeting you. And as Manchester’s nearer to Yorkshire than London, Yorkshire P has also expressed an interest. And if I get to see my lovely Twiggy, plus there’s a lovely chap I met for the first time last year who I know sometimes peruses my blog, I’m a happy camper in Manchester this year.

(PS. Hope you like the pics. Make sure you click on them to get a fuller image. I just made them small to fit the post.)

I’ve booked another 4 nights at my favourite hotel in Glasgow. I was idly surfing on Monday night just before bed and a banner popped up for it, offering £20 off. I thought it was £20 overall and I thought lovely, I’ll book 3 nights and save some dosh.
When I went to the website to book, a whopping £20 per night was taken off the final bill. So I’ve booked another 4 nights in October. How could I resist? It’s a sign and you know me and signs,lol.

So that’s all my tours booked for the year now. When I get back from New York, I need to buckle down and get on with my next course. Then in August it’s a two-city tour to Edinburgh and Manchester. I’ve booked two days in Edinburgh for the 2nd August. The prices were a little steep, but I figured it’s August, it’s bound to be. A fellow escort asked me if I was going for the Fringe Festivals. Doh! I had completely forgotten about that. No wonder hotel prices were high. But as I’ve mentioned before I’ve always wanted to go back, although I’ll miss the festivals by a day. I need to get me some more of that proper strong smelly Scottish Cheddar cheese at Jenner’s department store and bring home some Scottish Heather honey from a little shop I found on my last visit. You can’t get that stuff here in London. So I’m really looking forward to it. And with Manchester as usual on the 4th, it’s going to be a lovely week. You know how much I love Manchester and Edinburgh and Glasgow are getting up there for favourite places to visit. I can’t wait.

In honour of my upcoming visit to New York I thought I’d see if I could find a suitable theme to celebrate. I poached this one from WordPress, who designed it for Expedia. It’s pretty nifty, they do a few themes for major cities of the world. I wonder if they have one for Manchester, seeing as that’ll be my next stop.

Unfortunately for those who may be interested it won’t be until August. I thought I’d attach it to my usual jaunt to Manchester, have a nice week away from home this summer I think.

I’ve been looking for an excuse to go back to be frank. Although business was good the volume of clientele could’ve been a bit more, well, voluminous. Long-time readers of my blog will remember I went way back in November 2009 on an overnight booking for a client. I saw a couple more besides and did some sightseeing. But I loved Edinburgh and I’m going back for a couple of days. If for nothing else than to go back to the Food Hall in the House of Fraser department store on Princes St and get some of that wickedly strong cheddar cheese. I also need to find that little shop again near Grassmarket where I found that gorgeous Scottish honey. I may even try and squeeze a visit to Edinburgh Castle this time.

The hotel I’ve booked (of course it’s already booked, it’s me remember) is a lovely 4* which has steam and sauna facilities. If I can at least cover my expenses I’ll be a happy bunny. I’ve booked the 2nd-4th August, then I’ll make my way down to my favourite city by train. I’m excited already.

I’ve cancelled my reservation for St. Helier as I didn’t get much interest. It’s a shame, as I would’ve loved to have seen what Jersey was like, not having visited before.
I’m sure the phone will be ringing come much closer to the time, but you know what I’m like with last minute bookings. I don’t like them too much, especially on tour when I don’t have the strength of any advanced bookings to go on. I spoke to a couple of my gorgeous counterparts, Pru in Streatham and the pitbull of Saafe Adorable Amy who were very helpful and they’ve had experience of visiting the island to work and I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s a bit hit and miss, not to mention all a bit last minute. I’ve been answering enquiries for here at home next week and I’ve taken that as a final sign to stay put. And judging by the tour board on Punternet, there are enough escorts out there at the moment to keep the men of St. Helier happy. I think I’ll stick with what I know. I’ve also heard there have been certain rumblings afoot in Jersey and not in a good way and I was thinking to myself if that’s ever a sign that the trip wasn’t for you, this is it. So if there was anybody who was thinking of making a booking next week, sorry mate, you’ve ‘ad it. Jersey’s permanently off my list.

And speaking of sticking to what I know, I’ve been a very busy bee online today. As well as cancelling one hotel reservation, I’ve been making others. I’ve booked my hotel reservation for Glasgow in March. I’ve also booked my flights, so I’ll definitely be there from the 11th-15th March. Watch out Twiggy, I’m coming for you. It’s all official-like now.

New York is a definite in the Spring, as I’ve recently heard from a lovely client that I saw the first time I visited a few years ago, asking me if I was planning another visit across the pond. You know me and signs, so I’ve taken that as a good one. I’ve been looking through Trip Advisor until I’ve gone cross-eyed and after all that I’ve settled on the same hotel I used back in 2007. And as luck would have it, the hotel was having a promotion where you could save if you booked via the site. So I did, and I’ve just saved myself $80. Good innit?? A good few hotels are doing that, having a promo through the Trip Advisor website, very handy.

And, don’t laugh, but I’ve also booked my hotel for Manchester next August. Yes, I’m well aware that it’s nearly 9 months away, but hey, I was in a booking frenzy. So that’s all my tours booked up for next year so far, with probably another Glasgow visit later next year and no, I’m not that anally retentive (she says, sneaking a looking at the hotel website to see if she can book a year in advance). Just the flights to book for New York but I always wait for the seat sale that usually starts just after Christmas.

Shame again about Jersey, maybe it’s too close to Christmas, who knows. And the aforementioned rumblings put me right off. But I’ve made myself happy making my other reservations. Aren’t I easy to please,lol?