Yes, I know, it’s been a while.
I’ve been home since Tuesday morning and I’m afraid it’s taken me this long to get back to normal. I’ve been catching up on my studying, plus I had a couple of bookings yesterday and Thursday, including my lovely regular in Shepherd’s Bush I didn’t get to see before I left as work called him away Up North. Thank God for him who had contacted me the night before. Although I had taken another booking the day before that for approx. the same time, I somehow didn’t think it would come to fruition. When the chap started going on about his 11′ member and if I could handle it, it was all I could do to stop my eyes rolling up to the heavens. Something told me this wasn’t going to happen so I told Shepherd’s Bush chap that I would check in with him on Friday morning at 9am, when the 11′ at 11am was supposed to confirm. There was no suprise on my part when he didn’t, so off to Shepherd’s Bush I went yesterday. I had a booking at London Bridge on Thursday and I managed to avoid Borough Market and (literally) stay on the straight and narrow (road) back to London Bridge Overground, instead of veering off across the road toward the market. You’d have been proud of my display of such restraint. And the little Italian market wasn’t on at Westfield in Shepherd’s Bush, so no temptation there either.

I stayed overnight at Heathrow with Amy as she had come down from Scarborough earlier in the day. We had seperate rooms and both had clients the night before which was handy for me as it paid for the room with a bit of spare cash for duty free the next day. The flight over was wonderful and New York was brilliant. I could’ve done with a few more clients but c’est la vie. If you’re going to have a time where for some reason or other all your clients don’t come to fruition, New York is the place. I was out one place or another during the 5 and a half days we were there. My girl Amy was a bit more fortuitous and during the times she was keeping the men of New York happy I was out making myself happy. During one day, the Thursday I think, whilst Amy was holed up at our hotel and I had a couple of cancellations, I took advantage of the unseasonable 70 degree spring sunshine and went for a walk. We were situated near Times Square so I made my way down towards 42nd St. and 5th Ave. I did a recon of some reading tablets for my supervisor at The Other Job at Best Buy (open for all of a year and bit here in the UK before they closed all their stores down) and also had a look at the Nook in Barnes & Noble. He was thinking of treating himself to something. They were so gorgeous I nearly bought one myself. The fact that they were manufactured for the American market wouldn’t have stopped me, such is the techy wiz that my supervisor is, he would’ve tweaked it every which way to make it more UK-friendly. But again, my willpower came into play and I told myself that I really didn’t need it, my Kindle was enough. And in the end he decided not to get anything. Anyway, after that I walked further down to Grand Central Stn. and the Chrysler Building and snapped a few shots there. I then walked across 42nd to the New York Public Library where I sat for half an hour to rest my feet. It actually felt a little blasphemous taking my Kindle into the Reading Room but nobody batted an eyelid so neither did I. After that I did want to do some more walking but by then my feet was beginning to hurt me and I needed to pee. So I made my way back up to Times Square, stopping to replenish my Clinique skin care regimen at Sephora (these stores are worldwide and why there isn’t one in the UK I’m truly baffled) and finding Crumbs. I bought a couple of rather large cupcakes for myself and Ms. Vergnes which went rather well with a glass of milk later on that evening.

Inbetween work we also went down to Greenwich Village and Washington Square Park. There wasn’t as much going on as there normally was still being a bit wintery in weather but we did happen upon a chap playing classical music on a baby grand piano (see Amy’s blog for more pics). A wee bit surreal in the middle of the park outdoors, but that’s New York for you. I also showed Amy the red townhouse where Will Smith “lived” in I Am Legend (if you’ve seen it, you know where I mean). We then walked up to Union Square where to my delight the market I’d encountered a couple of years ago was there in full swing. They had such delicacies as ostrich eggs and their bones – it looked like a tibia, imagine trying to get one of those in your suitcase. We then caught a bus up to 34th St. where we went to one of our favourite stores, Old Navy, where I could’ve easily spent a ton of money and again, I had to call on Will Power to hold me back (although I did go back a couple of days later and bought a maxi dress for the summer, approx £30 for something that would’ve cost me £45 here). That was the Saturday.

Sunday we went to Harlem. I was dying to take Amy to one of my old haunts from way back in the 80s and it was wonderful to see it had transformed in the past 20 years. I wanted to try Sylvia’s Restaurant where they sold proper Southern home-cooked food, but the queue to wait was just ridiculous. With it being a Sunday afternoon I thought that might’ve been the case. Harlem consists of a lot of African-American Christians and I figured they’d be going out to lunch after Sunday Service. We tried another restaurant that wasn’t quite as popular but still had a wait time of about 20mins or so and we had to put our name down on a list and wait to be called. It was called Amy Ruth’s and the food was just scrumptious. There Amy had her first taste of cornbread and catfish and she loved it, which I thought she might. We were too stuffed to have dessert so we doggy-bagged the rest of our food and caught the bus downtown back to our hotel.

Although Monday was our day to go home, we couldn’t help but squeeze in a bit more shopping. Amy bought herself an MP3 player at a store called B&H Photovideo. The name is slightly misleading as they sold everything electronic under the sun. Everything I tell you, including telescopes, surveillance equipment to studio lighting. The store covers a whole block and is one of the very few city stores that also offers free parking to its customers. It was absolutely massive. It’s owned and run by Hasidic Jews so they’re not open on a Saturday (Sabbath), which is why we had to wait until the Monday. We just saw a tiny corner of the store, if you’re a techy geek this place would’ve been Nirvana to you. Although at one time I did want a laptop, I kind of changed my mind when I saw that one of my sprogs bought themselves a refurbished Dell not too long ago for less than £300 which looked like new. So I know when this one kicks the bucket I can just go to the Dell Outlet website. It’s brilliant when you know a techy nerd, you find out so many things you otherwise wouldn’t have a clue about.

Anyway, inbetween rushing back to the hotel to check-out and meeting the surly countenance of the guy at reception when I asked him to give me another half an hour as we got carried away shopping, we dumped our cases in the hotel storeroom and resumed our mission to shop some more. I had had one last booking on the Monday morning, I really
should’ve packed the night before. We went a little crazy in Fossil on 5th Ave, where I bought a messenger bag and a vintage watch which, on checking the UK websites, I saved approx. £55 between them by buying them there. Remember our VAT’s what? 20%! In New York City their sales tax is 8 1/2%, so you can see where I’ve saved.

By this time my feet were beginning to go. Apart from the Friday I had done quite a bit of walking the whole time I was there and I reckon the working-out I did at home paid off. I think I did pretty well keeping up with Warrior Amy, although I know a lot of the time she slowed her pace to suit mine, but OMG can that girl walk! There was an instance where I had to tell her to go on without me, the heels of my feet were just excrutiatingly painful. When I got home Tuesday morning and went for a nap, having not slept at all on the plane, I got up about 1pm to get some food for the house and I nearly fell out of bed, my legs had just seized up under me! I swear I’ve never done so much walking. But it was brilliant. The weather was lovely, I had great company in Amy which I knew I would and I’m happy with my spoils. I’d go to New York again. Not to work, I’m done with that, but maybe for a long weekend, maybe do some shopping and this time catch a show, which we didn’t get to do this time around.

Back home to normality. I got a 79% on my latest assignment, I still have a week’s studying to catch up on and the job search continues. Work has already commenced as you’ve read and the usual rules apply. Please don’t call me on the same day asking for a booking for later as a chap has just done whilst writing this. A chap who has been in contact in the past (I recognised his voice) and should really know better. As I say, back to normality.

This week is a busy one for me as I prepare for New York the following week. The bookings and enquiries are coming in and I’m feeling a lot better this time around than I did last year. I’m looking forward to it. I’ve been busy spending last week advertising on the appropriate US based websites and steering clear from others that haven’t worked in the past for me. Packing needs to be done plus any last minute shopping that inevitably comes with going away on a trip.

My latest assignment has to be completed by Tuesday week and it’s a big one so I’ll be making a start on it today. This is my main priority this week. I’m taking the day off my Other Job tomorrow and just do one day on Tuesday. If I’m not done by Wednesday which is likely I’ll be taking that day off work. The phone will be off at least until the evening.

As for the rest of the week, I have a booking with Yorkshire P on Thursday afternoon at London Bridge. If anybody’s around in the area between the hours of 1 and 3pm give me a call. I have an outcall to Shepherd’s Bush next Friday, which gives me a good excuse to sneak in a visit to Westfield afterwards. Then it’s the weekend putting any finishing touches to my essay and getting ready for the trip.

The new photos are very well received, I don’t think my phone’s ever been so busy during the month of February. It’s a shame a lot of them have been last minute, the kind of calls where the chaps call first and ask questions afterwards. Bless the gent who couldn’t quite get why I couldn’t drop everything when he called at 6pm for a booking at 7.30pm, assuring me that he was “really nice”, which is kind of irrelevant as I didn’t know him from Adam.

And yes, nearly two months later and I’m still working out in front of the telly. You didn’t think I’d last did you? I can tell the weight’s coming off me because my clothes are starting to fit differently. I just may now be able to keep up with Amy. I was hoping to fit in three workout days this week but I’m not sure how feasible that will be, I may have to settle for two and give it some welly. And no, I no longer look like a banana.

Have a good week.x

I’ve been contemplating getting new photos done but there were a couple factors holding me back. 1: I balked at the idea of forking out hundreds of pounds for a photo shoot only to retire a few months later. 2: Of all the photographers listed in the recommended section of SAAFE, not one of them has a BBW in their portfolio. I can only assume that that they’re not used to photographing us big wimmin. Not to knock ‘em, as they’ve all come recommended by escorts, but the fact is, no BBWs on any of their portfolios. Just sayin’.

What with SJ no longer around in the business and not seeing Twiggy to twist his arm to take any pics of me, I was somewhat at a loss. As great luck would have it, Warrior Amy was briefly back in London for the day before returning back home after a successful tour of the Channels Isles and….she had her (professional) camera with her, a Canon SLR something something. She was in the process of updating her own gallery and brought it with her on her travels. When I told her about my quandry she kindly offered to take some for me. Below is an example of the results, and if you’ve a keen eye you’ll see one already on my New York page of my blog. I must say I’m very pleased with them. Amy’s taken so many good ones I’m going to be spoilt for choice, I’ve warned my webmistress that I might have to have an extra gallery put up as I still want to keep the facesitting gallery. Amy’s done a mixture of colour and black and white pics, the latter I’ve never done before. There are even some fully nude ones, again, something I’ve never done before. I think I’m getting a bit bold in my dotage. When she sends them to me, I’ll go through the ones I’d like to display and I’ll inform you when they’re up. Amy took quite a lot, so it’ll take time to go through. Although nowhere near as big as I am, she has an (obvious) eye on what curvy women want, which is what I was hoping for. The only thing she was lacking in was height, and with me at 5ft 10in, 6ft 4in in my Killer Heels, she brought back memories of SJ struggling with my height too. Amy made use of various pieces of hotel furniture to stand on to catch me at a good angle and I think she’s captured me well. We did have a couple of hairy moments with a table but otherwise all went well.

Afterwards, to thank her for the pics and her time, I took her out to lunch. We went to Ping Pong on the South Bank, near the Royal Festival Hall, another lovely Chinese restaurant that made wicked dim sum. Apart from the food the drinks were heavenly. I had this particularly gorgeous (non-alcoholic) drink called the Dragon Kumquat. I could’ve downed a couple more of them. Afterwards we went for a walk around a little market outside the restaurant, bought some delicacies including a slice of New York cheesecake which I ate straight out of the box when I got home. All in all it was a good day. It was freezing but the sun was out which helped. Back home via Waterloo for me, King’s Cross for Amy. Photos up soon.

Work started off quietly but suddenly seemed to have gotten hectic these past couple of weeks. The phone’s been ringing merrily away and last week I saw a couple of my favourite clients at the hotel I use in SW7. Wednesday it was the chap I call Clark Kent, an unassuming-looking gent who looks like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth but is the horniest toad in the bedroom. Thursday it was Yorkshire P’s turn, having missed me over the holidays. I’m hoping to catch up with him just before I go to New York and he goes off on holiday. This week has been an early morning (9.30am is early morning to me, alright!) outcall to Central London to see a client I had only seen once before but is blessed with one of those lovely names that one can’t easily forget. That was up near Marble Arch/Oxford St. way. I forget how much I love walking around London, and at 11 in the morning it was relatively quiet after the morning rush hour. It was nostalgic seeing the iconic red phone boxes complete with sex cards, didn’t realise they were still around. Then it was a leap (okay a step) onto the No. 73 bus to Victoria where I wandered about in the freezing cold a little bit until I couldn’t stand it any longer and waited inside to meet up with Warrior Amy for lunch at a restaurant I had tried once before, Dim t. As usual it was wonderful seeing her, catching up since we last met just before Christmas. We did our now customary catch up with what was on our Kindles, she now the proud owner of some Kindle books that *cough* fell off the back of a mobile library (remember those?). That’ll keep her going for a while. We’ve also started making plans for New York – discussing things from where to advertise to what we’d like to do whilst there. It’s just over a month until we’re off. Which reminds me, I promised her I’d look and see what’s playing off-Broadway that I’d like to go and see. Would’ve loved to have seen a Broadway show, but at around $200 a pop for tickets….no. Not when tickets in the West End is the equivalent to approx. $100.

Whilst YoSushi remains one of my favourite quickie eateries, Dim t had a glorious menu and I must admit we did have a bit of difficulty choosing what to eat. I settled on a better version of Chicken Katsu Curry than I normally get at YoSushi, Amy had the Chicken with Lemon Sauce. We also shared some dim sum, which was just scrumptious.
She’s back in London for one day next week Friday before she goes back home to Scarborough. I’m hoping to catch up with her again and hopefully we can make a stop at Konditor & Cook.

My work-out’s going really well. It’ll be about a month since I first started it and look, I’m still going! I only managed it twice this week (Monday and this morning) as I had the early outcall on Wednesday morning. My lycra top no longer rides up and bunches up under my boobs as it first did, which means I’m toning up as it’s fitting better. The cat still has this innate need to jump down off the sill and climb on top of me whilst I’m doing the Legs, Bums and Tums section of the dvd. It’s just weird, I work out for nearly an hour and it’s not until I’m lying on the floor that she decides I need company. I think she thinks I’m going to sleep.

My Psychology course is going well. I exceeded my own expectations and got a whopping 80% for my first assignment. On my last course they were all mid-60s. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m better at psychology than sociology, or my tutor is a more lenient marker. Or maybe I’m just getting better at writing essays, who knows? I admit, as this is more to do with the study of peoples’ minds, I’m more engrossed in the reading of this book than I was on the previous course. I’ll see what happens. I may even change the course of this course (see what I did there?) if it looks like I’m more suited to the Psychology side of Criminology than Social Policy. At the moment I’m trying to keep on top of, and even a little ahead of my reading so I can make sure to have my next assignment submitted before New York. The proof will be in this next assignment as it’s a 1500 worder. The previous was in two parts, 250 and 800 words respectively.

This weekend I have a booking tomorrow at 12pm for an hour. I did have another at 2pm but I’ve just cancelled it. Some gentlemen seem to think that after they’ve made a booking they can then bombard me with texts and think it’s part of the deal. I think from now on I’m going to switch the phone off when I’m not working or expecting any confirmation calls. After work tomorrow it’ll be switched off until next Tuesday evening. I’ll put it back on until I’ve got enough work to keep me going for the week then it’s off again. Last week I had to turn it off for a few days after a particularly unpleasant and abusive character called from a new number to make a booking and cannot seem to fathom for the life of him, why after he’s racially abused me I’m unwilling to drop my big panties for him. He’s been trying on and off for the past 5 months and I’m thisclose to calling the police, something I’ve never had to do before. His accent gives him away so he won’t be getting far with me. Unfortunately now I’m at the stage where I’m becoming less and less inclined to keep the phone on. I know it’s hardly customer service, but to be honest it felt really good not having the phone on. Sorry to have missed all the genuine chaps, but if you want me that bad you’ll get me. And if anybody wants to get in touch you’re always welcome to email me.

But if anybody’s in the London Bridge area tomorrow around 2pm, even for a quickie half hour, do feel free to give me a call. I’m going to do my darndest to avoid Borough Market, but I can’t promise anything.

Hence the reason why it’s taken me so long to blog. My apologies to those who read regularly and have been expecting to see another entry before now. Things have been hectic.

Now that the new year is here I’ve stepped up the job search and have already sent in a couple of applications. Who knew they’d be so time-consuming? One of them I won’t hear back from as interviews are for this Friday and if I didn’t hear anything by this past Monday I knew that would be a non-starter.
Over the weekend I filled out another application. As soon as I put the finishing touches to that on Monday afternoon I had to do an aptitude test, which was another hour and 15 minutes. It’s a good thing I had taken the day off my Other Job to complete my assignment as it was due yesterday. After that was done then came the job application immediately followed by the aptitude test, it appeared as soon as I submitted my application online. I can’t remember when I’ve ever done one so all I can do is cross my fingers. The deadline is not until this coming Sunday so if I do hear anything it won’t be until next week. Given the job market situation at the moment I expect the response to this particular job to be immense. We’ll see.

Meanwhile I’ve started working out. That’s right, you heard me, I’ve joined the countless masses that have thrown themselves into getting fit for the new year. It is something I’ve been promising myself for a while and there’s no more procrastinating. I only hope it’s not going to fall by the wayside and the dvd becomes a coaster for my morning coffee. Although I’m eating a lot more healthier than I did over two years ago, for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to work out and I’m not sure why. Laziness I suppose. But I have the time (in the mornings unless I have work) and I’ve no more excuses.
You should’ve seen me when I did it for the first time last week. There I was, looking like a right ‘nana. Seriously, I must’ve looked like a banana. I had my big yellow Spongebob t-shirt on with black cut-off trackie bottoms. Brown both ends and yellow in the middle. Yep, a right bruised banana. So this week I dug out some old work-out gear that I haven’t worn since my regular days at the gym ten years ago. The top barely fits but that’s okay as it’s tight enough to stops my boobs from whacking me in the face everytime I make an attempt at jumping.
Today’s work-out was hilarious. The cat was eyeing me quizically the whole time I was working out and when I was flat out on the floor during the Legs, Bums and Tums section of the dvd, she jumped down off the window sill and trotted over to me, miaowing and pawing at me, as if to question why I’m flat out on my back with my legs in the air sweating bullets. If cats could laugh she’d have been in hysterics. I’m sure she was having a chortle inside.

Apart from wanting to get fit for the new year, New York is around the corner. I love walking around Manhattan so I need to get fit just for that. Not to mention my girl Amy who’s coming with me walks like she’s in a race. From experience I have to almost jog to keep up with her. I have longer legs, I don’t walk fast, I amble. Amy has the littlest legs, she walks like SJ, they both go like tiny rockets. I don’t know what it is with short people.
So for those reasons I have to get fit. Besides, I want to eat with gay abandon when I’m there and not worry about having to squeeze into my jeans when I’m back home. And hopefully when I do get back I’ll keep up with keeping fit.

Work’s a bit thin on the ground as it usually is at this time of the year. I had an outcall last Thursday and I’ve another one this Saturday and Yorkshire P’s coming down to London next Thursday. I never expect too much out of January, February too for that matter. Everybody’s still broke after the holidays and things don’t normally pick up until March, so I’m happy to just totter along and see what comes.

Not that I haven’t had my share of attractive (wanna-be) bookings. I got a phone call from a chap last night, a real fast talker, called approx. 5.30pm wanting an overnight that night. It’s obvious he hadn’t bothered to read the site properly or he’d know that I don’t do short notice bookings (especially overnights with people I’ve never met), or work on Tuesdays. I knew as soon as this chap started talking that he was a timewaster. He was a pretty slick talker and I was answering his queries, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He asked me how kinky am I and was I prepared to offer this, that and the other service. Most I said yes to, anal sex was a no. He said he’d pay extra for another specialist service to which I replied that it wasn’t necessary. I’m always suspicious of gentlemen who say they’re willing to pay extra. Why would you if the lady has already stated that she would offer it anyway? And then the other shoe dropped. He wanted bareback sex because he wanted to “feel deep inside me”. I sighed, told him no, it’s not something I offer. He persisted, I hung up. It was going nowhere so there was no point in wasting both our times.
I understand there are escorts who do offer bareback, if the profiles on Adultwork are to be believed. Why not search for a lady that fits all his requirements instead of browbeating somebody who’s said no to you once already? So that was yesterday. If anybody would like a (straight-forward) booking this week, with an understanding of the services I do offer and won’t browbeat me into doing something I wouldn’t offer in a million years, do drop me a line or give me a call.

I’m not sure if it’s because I had two wonderful clients on Wednesday or what. This time I was near South Kensington, SW7 and the hotel I used was just lovely and not too far from the nearest tube station. I think I’m just liking being able to pick a hotel, book it, turn up, give my best to my clients, then go home again. No drama, no being let down, no having to depend on anybody. And the great thing about booking a day room is that when I reserve a hotel room, I don’t have to leave my credit card details; so if a client doesn’t confirm, I’m not charged. I can even cancel by 10am on the day of the booking, the same time I ask clients to. So if they don’t confirm, I cancel – simple. Another thing I like is having the choice to pick from a few hotels in the Central London area that’s within my budget and also suits the client’s geographical needs. In fact, the more I think about, the more I’m leaning towards just doing what I’m doing for now, I’m in no rush. If I find somewhere, fine. If I don’t, again, fine. So for now folks, hotel incalls is what I’ll be doing for now. There will be certain restrictions, like I can only take same day bookings if I’m already working, and I can only work until either 5 or 6pm, depending on the hotel, but hey, I can live with it and it’s better than nothing. If you haven’t been to see me during the past few months, what you don’t know is that I had two incall addresses at Earl’s Court. Yep, the original incall place lasted about a month and through no fault of my own I had to give it up but I was referred to someone else just down the road. As it wasn’t too far I didn’t see the point in mentioning the change of address, especially as I wasn’t there long enough. So you can appreciate my reticence in having to depend on somebody else’s place to take my bookings from. Hotel incalls are simply more attractive to me at the moment. And remember I can still do the odd outcall in the evenings if I have to. Blimey, a day in the life, eh!

In the meantime I caught up with Warrior Amy on Thursday and we lunched at Fish!, a fabulous restaurant in Borough Market. We had their Xmas Menu. She had the fish pie, I had grilled sardines and salad. My dessert was sticky toffee pudding with ice-cream. Scrumptious. I would’ve taken a pic but I didn’t pause from eating long enough to get the phone out. I’m not sure if it’s the food or what but I’ve talked Amy into taking on an admin role on SAAFE, which I consider to be a massive boon to the site itself. She’s always been a huge champion for the rights of sex workers and if anything close to her heart needed publicity she could always use it as a platform.
And get this, I’ve also talked her into coming to New York with me next March, which’ll be fantastic. Well, think about it, the job search looks like it’ll be going on for some time yet and I don’t see me finding anything in the next couple of months. And if I’m going to squeeze in one more tour, I might as well make it a big one, right? And I can have a buddy to scream at should the clients ever drive me nuts like they did last year. We’ve picked a date that we’re both happy with and we chatted about that and other things, but as usual the time flew by. She had to get back to knackering more clients out and I wanted to get back home before the rush-hour kicked in. But not without stopping at Konditor & Cook of course for some cake (again, sorry, didn’t even have time to think about getting the camera out) and I also bought a few things from the market before heading back to the station.

I know I said I was going to work on Monday but it increasingly looks like that’s not going to happen. I still have a little shopping to do before a family get-together on Wednesday and what with my Other Job on Tuesday, Monday is the only day I can finish off my shopping before then. So next week’s even more limited I’m afraid. You’ve got the afternoon of the Thursday and Xmas Eve itself. That’s it for work next week. Again, check the diary, it’s up to date.

this morning that Osama Bin Laden was killed by American Navy Seals in a covert operation. All I can say is Hallelujah!
Throughout the morning they’ve spoken to families, both here in the UK and in the US, of those who perished in Bin Laden’s terror campaign of 9/11 and 7/7 and one word kept being used, “closure”. I hope with his demise it’s something the families will achieve.

Although I wasn’t adversely affected by 9/11, I do remember watching the 2nd plane fly into the 2nd tower and watching the tower disintegrate. I visited the World Trade Centre back in 2000 and thought about all the offices, the restaurants and the shops on the ground floor.
When the news unfolded I remembered my mother and I had tried to call New York to make sure her brother and his family was okay and not being able to reach them because all communications were down. She was in an absolute state for days until we reached him and he assured her that all was okay.

The same thing happened here in reverse when the July 7th bombs went off. All of a sudden people kept calling me asking if I was okay and I asked what was going on. I wasn’t near a telly at the time and someone told me of the breaking news of what was going on in Central London. Then when I heard what happened it was a frantic afternoon of calling all my friends and family to make sure they were okay.

A couple of occassions I’m never likely to forget and I’m glad he’s dead.

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.)

Yes, I seemed to have missed telling you that bit,lol.

Well, I am here and as usual I’m wide awake at 4am New York time because my body clock’s telling me it’s 9am, so at the moment I’m watching late night (or is that early morning) telly, waiting to see if I can either fall asleep again, or if I can stay up for the whole day. I’m betting on the former.

I’m back where I was in 2007 and nothing’s changed much around here, but I see that JFK has. It’s mahoosive! I do remember from my last visit that they were building on it and it looks to be complete. I took the Airtrain from the airport to Jamaica in Queens then hopped on the E train downtown into Manhattan. The whole journey took less than an hour and a fraction of the price than forking out for a yellow cab to the city – $7.25, as opposed to $48 + toll + tip, which usually comes to about $60. I highly recommend it to those on a budget and if you don’t mind the “odd” singing guitar guy to entertain you on the train. I even almost missed my stop because the train got into Manhattan quicker than anticipated. I bought myself a Metro Card (think Oyster Card) which’ll take me on the subway and buses, although I do love walking in New York, but I plan to go down to Greenwich Village for a peruse, which would need transportation other than my strong and sturdy yet hardly bionic legs. I also plan to visit Chinatown (for the best chinese food) and 34th St. for my shopping needs.

I’ll take a few pics and will post them when I get home. The view from my hotel room itself is worth capturing. I asked for a room with a view and I got it, although I notice by the envelope which had my keycard in it they had originally assigned me another room. So thanks to the lady at reception for accommodating me.

Okay, I’m off to see if I can doze off a bit more before the day kicks in.

…that made the phones go crazy with gentlemen looking for same day appointments, which I couldn’t accommodate, already having a full day to look forward to.

I ended up taking two two hour bookings earlier on in the week, on top of which I was to meet the warrior that is Adorable Amy who’s in town working for a few days. By the time I got home on Wednesday night I was completely knackered. I had to take the day off yesterday to recuperate. Man, I’m getting old. I remember the days when I used to go nightclubbing, get home at 4am, then be up again at 6am and put in a full day’s work on two hour’s sleep. Now I need a day just to get over the previous day.

Anyway, after a momentary blip when I thought she’d been kidnapped and murdered (long story, the upshot is she really needs to get herself a new work phone) I met Amy at Waterloo Stn. on Wednesday morning and I took her to Honour Fetishwear Shop on Lower Marsh St. so she could look around at the gear they sold. If you remember, it’s where I bought my Killer Heels from (honestly, that’s the name of the manufacturer’s, Killer Heels). We both spat at the floor at the mere mention of Ann Summers and I told her that to get proper stuff that lasts more than a week, Honour’s was the place. She ended up buying a lovely pencil skirt made out of a shimmering-looking material that looked just fabulous on her when she tried it on. Great for the secretary look. I bought this skirt. Do you remember it? I mentioned buying it before and I thought how great my bum would look in it, so I had to have it.

After that, it was on to Yo Sushi’s for lunch and a catch-up. We gabbled away like two hens, saw somebody we both think we recognised on the telly, and munched our way through some lovely Japanese food. After that I took her to one of my favourite cake shops, Konditor and Cook on Roupell St. They sell decadently delicious slices of cake that are so huge you can have one as a meal, which I in fact did later on that night. Not very nutritious, I know.

Anyway, after we both treated ourselves, I had to get off to Victoria, Amy had to get back to her hotel. She walked me to the bus stop to catch the bus to Victoria Stn. Tell you what, not sure what it is with shorter people who walk really fast. I’ve got a good few inches on Amy and I found myself almost running to catch up with her. It’s the same with SJ. She had litttle piddly legs and must’ve been all of 5ft 0″, but man could she move.

Back to Victoria to get ready for my 4pm client. He’s the one I call Clark Kent. He looks as unassuming as you can get, then when I get his clothes off, it’s like a transformation. True, he doesn’t turn into Superman and whilst he’s unable to leap tall buildings, he is able to leap tall women, namely me. After our two hours was up he changed back into Clark Kent, looked totally unassuming again and off he went home.

I had an hour’s rest until my 7pm turned up. It was a client whom I saw only last week but was so impressed with my services he made another booking to come back again. He wanted somebody that was sexually and sensuously dominant, which I had no problem doing. Throw in a bit of facesitting and it made for a great booking.
Inbetween there were phone calls asking for last minute bookings. There must’ve been something in the water on Wednesday, as there seemed to be an urgency to get laid, like now. Sorry chaps, you snooze you lose.

Home for me by 9pm, which means I didn’t get in until gone 10pm. I was too shattered to make something to eat, so I just had the cake with a glass of milk. As I said, not very nutritious I know, but it filled a hole and it was straight to bed not long after. A brilliant day on Wednesday.

I took the day off yesterday and would’ve loved another booking today to finish off a great week. But today was more of the same. Last minute phone calls from guys wanting to get laid yesterday. In amongst that I’ve made a booking for tomorrow afternoon at 2pm. We’ll see if it comes to fruition though. Anybody that really wants to get laid immediately rarely wants to wait a day or two, so they look elsewhere. I’ll know by 10am in the morning when the gent has to confirm.