Okay, not long until I’m in Edinburgh next week. An added bonus for me because I’ve finalised details for Twiggy to come visit me there, as he wasn’t able to come to his usual haunt in Manchester. I have one other booking for late Tuesday afternoon after I’ve checked in but one more would be good *hint*.

Manchester’s still looking good. Although I’ve had two cancellations (well, one cancellation and one where the chap must’ve lost his ability to type as he still hasn’t responded to my email sent last week touching base regarding our booking), I’ve picked up another booking for the Monday morning before I check out. So as it stands, every day except Friday is booked. Which is cool. If no other bookings come to fruition for the Friday I’ll take the day off and go to the Trafford Centre and wallow in its opulence for a few hours. All other gentlemen have emailed back to confirm so all is good and I’m very much looking forward to next week. Are you ready for me, Tel?

As I’ve touched on in my last entry, these will definitely be my last tours. I’ve enjoyed all the travelling and visiting places I wouldn’t otherwise do, one of the perks of this job. But the close shave I had with just about getting my assignment done tells me it’s time to wind down the touring side of things. I have the Glasgow tour at the end of September, and that’s it. I feel a bit sad typing this but I have to get my priorities straight.

Gentlemen, see you in Edinburgh and Manchester.x

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 come back home yesterday, escaping the rain in Manchester, coming back to the gorgeous sunny weather in the South East, and I wake up this morning and it’s raining cats and dogs.

Never mind. Yes, I’m back home after another successful tour. I do love Manchester and I still can’t put my finger on why. Maybe it’s because assistants in the shops greet me with “A’right luv” or “see ya la’er luv” with that wonderful accent of theirs. Maybe it’s the lovely multi-cultural mix that you don’t get in certain other parts of the country, or maybe it’s the Trafford Centre.

Yes, I finally made it to the shopping centre after all these years of saying I would go. It really was a good idea taking a day off to do this, you really do need a day. I got to see a bit more of Manchester. I took the bus and we drove by Manchester Metropolitan University, it’s very big. I even managed to catch a glimpse of Old Trafford; a little tingle went up my spine when I saw the statue of Sir Matt Busby. I think everybody’s head turned in the same direction as mine when they realised we were driving past the stadium.

And then on to the Trafford Centre. Goodness it was massive. I must’ve walked a couple of miles easy. Funny thing is, I thought it wasn’t going to be so busy that Sunday, what with Man Utd playing Chelsea in the Community Shield match at Wembley. I was wrong. I can only assume the people out in force were Man. City fans who had no interest in watching the match.

I did try to buy some bits and pieces (I have a wedding coming up at the end of the month and i still had my Marks and Spencer’s gift card to spend) but I gave up as it was just too much for me. I spent the rest of the time walking around in awe at the size of the place, at the Chinatown that was actually inside the mall. There’s only one word I can think to describe it, opulent. I’m glad I finally got to see it.

Back to the hotel around 6pm and I treated myself to a Thai meal in the nearby Chinatown in Piccadilly, a green thai chicken curry with rice, lovely. A great day, although I didn’t buy much.

The journey back home was thankfully uneventful and I was back indoors around 5pm. I didn’t last long and I was soon asleep at around 10pm. Aren’t I a lightweight?

I’m up early this morning as life has to resume and I have a few things to do today, including looking  for a car. Yeah, that quest starts today, wish me luck. Then I’m back home this afternoon and the plan is to just relax and take it easy as I have a long booking with a lovely-sounding gent from tomorrow morning at 11.30. It should be fun.

Welcome home, me.

and I was out like a light by 11pm. I know, a right goer aren’t I?

My main squeeze Twiggy turned up about half an hour late yesterday morning, really through no fault of his own. Apparently there were roadworks going on on the route that he normally takes into the city off the motorway and he couldn’t find a way to get to where I was, even though he saw pedestrian signs for Piccadilly. The poor thing was grinding his teeth by the time he got to me.

But I shooed away the tension and we had our usual wonderful time together. We mixed things up a bit and as usual he was receptive.

He’s actually taken some (read a lot) photographs for me for the new website and I have to say I’m really pleased with a lot of them. We made use of the space we had, even taking some bathroom shots with me in the shower, coyly covering my bits with either the shower curtain or my big humungous towel. He enjoyed soaping me up, I’m sure. We took the usual facesitting ones he loves to take of me, taking a few more this time as I wanted a couple for the site. I even managed to squeeze back into my red corset (any golden oldies remember that?) for some fantastic shots of my bum. Wait till you see them. I reckon the facesitting fans will love them.

I thought it would be a good idea to have some natural, this is me, this is what you get photos; this is what we might get up to in a hotel room. When perspective clients see my pics they’ll see I do “exactly what it says on the tin”. And with Twiggy being a long-time client I trusted that the pics won’t end up somewhere they’re not supposed to. He’s one of the nicest clients an escort could ever wish to have.

Twiggy left around 3pm. My 3.30 never confirmed so I had a few hours rest until my booking later on in the evening. I went into Piccadilly Gdns where they’re having a Manchester Food Fare all weekend. What great timing, eh? On Friday I had bought some cupcakes, yesterday I bought a pie and mash. All scrumptious. There’s also a soup van that apparently sells all natural goodness soups, so I might try that this evening. Or pop into Chinatown and get a takeaway.

It’s almost 10.30am now and I’m going to get ready and go to the Trafford Centre. One of my customers on Thursday was kind enough to tell me which bus goes there. Apparently I can get the tram to Old Trafford, then a bus to the Trafford Centre.

But first I’m going to treat myself to some decent decaf (an oxymoron to some coffee lovers I’m sure.)

Just to clarify gents, that I won’t be working on the Sunday (8th) as I’d like to take the day off to finally get to go to the Trafford Shopping Centre. I’ve been visiting Manchester for a few years now and would you believe I still haven’t had the opportunity to go. I also want to take a peek at Old Trafford.

But you still have Thursday evening (1 more), Friday or Monday morning if you’re an early bird.

Again though, please don’t hesitate to give me a call or email me on the day. There’s always a chance of cancellations and I’ll have email access this time.

Manchester Trafford Centre

I was contemplating bringing my laptop to Manchester with me, but I’ve decided against it. I have enough dragging of my luggage around with my illicit bits encased. So I’ll be back on Sunday with a commentary on how the tour went. I’m looking forward to it, seeing old clients from way back and meeting new ones for the first time.

I’m still trying to fit in a visit to Old Trafford, or at least Trafford Centre at the weekend. The Saturday is fully-booked at the moment, so maybe Friday, we’ll see. It seems strange that I keep making all these visits up there and not get the chance to get to that corner of Manchester. But I do tour first and foremost, so any sightseeing has to be secondary. I’d spend a week up there if I could.

Anyway, enough of the rambling. A bit early but have a good weekend all.