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I need to ask the question…
Is Courtship and Flirtation the same thing?
I dont believe flirtation to be a lost art but that courtship is primarily, then I had to stop myself. Courtship conjures images of times past, the shy, virginial maid being charmed by her dashing suitor. Presumably a process which took time and careful planning. Is flirtation not merely the modern day version of this, obviously taking out the she = shy, he = admirer element? Evolution of gender expectations and the fact that everything moves at breakneck speed nowadays, could mean courtship can be re-classified….int o flirting. I had a quote on my website back in the early days which I still think is gorgeous and Id hate to see the concept disappear forever. I wonder how many modern woman, or men, still dream of being courted in the fullest sense of the word?
"A true courtship is like the winding of a delicate line upon which a rare fish precariously hangs." - Iris Murdoch
I wouldnt suggest that modern day flirting is entered into with anything resembling this notion but thats not to say it couldnt, could it? A condensed version at least? Perhaps the difference lies when you consider courtship to be the process, presumably with an intent greater than that of your average flirt. The dictionary meanings allude to a similar conclusion with flirting being deemed more “playful with sexual overtures". Any other perspectives? Im ultimately a hopeless romantic, though not extending to tacky, and probably grasping at straws…"Gee, that’s a nice set of legs, what time do they open?” “Oooh, he’s courting me!” Hmmmm
My website: http://www.sexymunro.com
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Added on: 01/28/08 17:19
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Or not.
It doesnt happen often, in fact, I cant even remember the last time. It did yesterday. A booking enquiry, beautifully written email requesting a date for the end of next month. His suggested time is a little late for me so we have a problem but otherwise ok. There are jpg's attached which isnt unusual. I am occasionally sent pictures with the gentleman’s reasoning that he's seen mine so its only fair. Appreciated. I open the attachments expecting a smiling face or touristy scene of man with world monument. But no. This gent is starkas. Four (big), full body photos of him in various in and outdoor settings.
Bugger.
As much as I know this shouldnt bother me it does, I cant get passed it. An instant turn off. Ive given it thought since receiving this email, in part trying to decide how I reply. He wasnt the most attractive bloke so I asked myself how Id feel were it Brad Pitt? Nope, wouldnt help. What about if he were someone off, say NZ Dating, as opposed to a client? Still not interested.
So why? Despite the fact that this mans penis was flacid, thank goodness, and had more of a "nude in nature" feel as opposed to "Im very hot posing" theres still the "doesnt matter about clothes" thing. I like something left to the imagination. I enjoy the unwrapping of a package to discover whats inside. Thats why we wrap presents! Seeing pictures before the event skips important elements of what I enjoy. Second issue. Sexual inuendo. I know I know, isnt that what we're here for? Yes and no. I like to believe, deluded as I may be, that someone wanting to meet (booking or otherwise) has an interest in me that goes deeper than just sex. History would tell me that this is normally the case. If not then Ive been well deceived which is fine, head in the sand serves a purpose. I also react to suggestions, as sending nude pics does potentially do, that the sex is why I do this job. It isnt, but thats another story.
Guys focus wasn’t just on sex, his email told me that, so it could be argued that he was just covering both bases. I also realise men are visual creatures, statistically far more so than women, so perhaps should be forgiven for assuming that what he's into will also work for her. Final point in guys favour...Im the professional. This meeting is supposed to be about his fantasies, his thrills, his enjoyment. If I was any good at my work Id reply with a "Yum, yum, take me baby". Ive said it before, I dont do roleplay because I cant act. I declined the booking, apologetically and with explanation. Yes, Im feeling rotten and decidedly prudish. He's now embarrased which makes it even worse.
Sorry, rethink...must retract the bit about Brad Pitt.
My website: http://www.sexymunro.com
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General Blog Category: Sex
Added on: 11/28/07 03:19
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"In the bedroom, Natalia was a superstar, an escort in demand by Wall Street traders and NFL quarterbacks alike. Her boss, Jason Itzler, who called himself the “King of All Pimps,” wanted to turn his brothel into a Playboy-style national empire, with Natalia as its crown jewel - and his wife. A love story."
The $2,000 an hour Woman by Mark Jacobson. ( http://nymag.com/nymetro/nightlife/sex/features/12193/ ).
This is a good read. You'll need a little longer than 5 minutes but it kept me engrossed, entertaining and witty. The story of a pimp and his "superstar" in recent New York history. Particularly interesting given that it mentions the directories and review sites we know so well. I found this story after looking up Escort on Wikipedia. Good description, great to see one recognising that sometimes Escorts are actually doing it because they want to. One day we may even manage to convince people!
My website: http://www.sexymunro.com
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General Blog Category: Escort Business
Added on: 11/24/07 10:25
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Last night I had a 2 hour outcall with a late 30's man on his first trip to New Zealand. His email explaining being new to this was discussed once Id arrived. He is happily married with a great sex life but made the point that his wife is the only lover he's had. He had something to get out of his system though, despite trying, couldn’t define it. His decision to contact me wasnt made lightly but he didnt expect to feel guilty given that I was being paid and he was a long way from home. I told him about a booking in Oz. A gent of similar age, also with good, sexually fulfilling, marriage flew me to Sydney for what was intended to be a 4 days. His wife and young family were out of town, he wanted to let his hair down. Gent had arranged an apartment for me so we’d met there for our first few hours. Went well. He had business elsewhere that afternoon but collected me later to spend the night at his. He wasnt comfortable this time and our evening lasted all of an hour before he called a stop and apologised, he couldn’t do it. Needless to say I didnt mind, certainly understood and reassured him with a “good on you”. A cab was called and I never heard from him again. My date last night said yes, he couldnt meet someone in his home. Our two hours went quickly, really lovely. He thanked me genuinely after being tucked into bed, I turned off the lights as I slipped out. He was going to sleep peacefully.
My website: http://www.sexymunro.com
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General Blog Category: Escort Business
Added on: 11/23/07 02:15
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I was interviewed for over 3 hours via MSN by a lady named Suzanne Jenkins, a PhD student at Keele University in the UK. Earlier this year I participated in her survey at www.academic-surv ey.co.uk and ticked the "Yes, Im happy to be interviewed" box. It was excellent. There’s nothing quite like being fired questions to make you think. For the most part Im very clear on my thoughts about this industry and preferred approach but great to be presented with things Ive not yet considered. One question stands out. We were talking about my reasons for being an Escort and what keeps me doing it. This went on for awhile before she asked, "If you won a huge amount on the lottery or came in to a generous inheritance tomorrow, do you think you would stop escort work completely?"
"No", and I knew this without any doubt. Nice, a little revelation which pleased me.
Im looking forward to Suzanne's final analysis of her research. She's going to keep me posted but expects it could be 6 months away yet. Will be interesting to say the least. Thanks Suzanne.
My website: http://www.sexymunro.com
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General Blog Category: Escort Business
Added on: 11/22/07 18:47
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Im regularly sent emails promoting Escort Directories, this one just arrived: erotichook.com. It took me a good while to realise it didnt read Erotic Chook. Unsolictied emails, Im about to hit the extremely exciting target of 100 a day. I hate spam but some of it one must chuckle over.
"Say goodbye to love failures and loneliness"
"Don't give in, fight for your manliness!"
"Don't be afraid to take off your pants in her bedroom"
"All sweet flowers succumb to big rod"
"Sail down the love canal more confidently"
"Prepare your love wand for the next battle"
All for Penis Enlargement miracles. I dont even have one and Im still getting a complex
My website: http://www.sexymunro.com
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Added on: 11/05/07 20:41
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An all time classic. This has been doing the rounds for years but still a great read for those who have or havent. I was sent it again the other day.
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Dear Connie,
I know the counsellor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore.
The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again but that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt.
This is what my heart says: "There's no one like you, Connie. I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close.
Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19; with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass that just wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right?
As I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Connie? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before. I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little.
Later, after I'd tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Connie, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.
Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story. Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad, too because I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Connie ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy.
Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She's pulling for us to get back together. Connie, she really is.
So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry. And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? It's true, Connie. In your heart you must know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can. If you feel the same please, please, please let me know.
Otherwise, can you let me know where the fucking remote is?
Love, Dan.
My website: http://www.sexymunro.com
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Added on: 11/04/07 20:48
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Ive just made it back to Auckland after a week staying at Fathers, a number of days longer than planned. I was on a roll and don’t stop when Im on a roll. My Garden is now looking better than it has since I can remember and all of Fathers porches are strutting their stuff after being freshly water blasted. Good Girl Sally. The downside. I'm thinking ill run with the ‘Farm Girl’ theme till my hands, skin and hair recover from the onslaught. Ill never understand how women cope with an inch of plastic glued to the end of each finger but do try to keep myself up to a respectable standard when I'm trying to be ‘city’. A great week, a really great week. I was sent a text. "Im imagining you in cut-off jeans and a gingham blouse waiting for me in the barn with wine and lube". I did drag out my cut-off jeans and did trackdown a gingham blouse then tried to get a photo for a "This ones for you babe" post but didnt pull it off. Next time I promise :).
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Added on: 11/04/07 09:24
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Terminology. Not sure where to start with this but has been on my mind. Has been since I became an Escort, but, this past week Ive removed myself from society, as I do occasionally, and focussed on my websites, specifically promotion. Its a cat fight out there, the VIP Elite's vs I Love Black Cock's. "I love Black Cock" always wins on the day and a mite inconvenient when your own link is directly below. You're buggered. I have issues with "elitism", have always had issues with elitism but yet to figure out how one promotes a higher level of service without it. Ladies who are comfortable offering fetishes, anal, golden showers, spanking, are invariably bombarded with wanker crap that could easily turn a lover into hater. Unfortunately its difficult to promote your services without mentioning them. These are intelligent women who care about themselves, have high self esteem, and rarely have time for "cum n suk my cock" texts. Truly frustrating is the degree to which we must watch our P's and Q's...or suffer consequences.
Then theres the attitudes of providers themselves. A blog post I read awhile ago by an escort explaining why she wasnt a "prostitute" because there was more to her work than just sex. A lady Ive done advertising for telling a client she wasnt an "escort" because she didnt actually need the money...what is she then? Add to this Mona Lisa Models comprehensive definition of a courtesan vs escort.. No comment. Yes, a courtesan is an exquisite concept, as is geisha, but, ill aspire to my own definitions without the label. Dangerous Beauty will forever be a favourite movie though researching the true life of Veronica Franco suggests a very different reality.
Hookers, whores and prostitutes. Id not dare use such terms in my promotion, Id attract societies dregs. Terminology conjures up images, theres no getting around it, but an image is nothing more than a perspective given power by its context. A well known Escort in Australia sent me an email yesterday. She made a man cry the other day when "he called me a whore so I went for his jugular and squished him like a bug". Yes, shes a character. This statement directly after "I don't see why they should be discriminated against, we're all hookers after all!". We we're talking about an advertising section for male escorts. My attitude towards terminology has enjoyed an eventful evolution. Yes, we're all hookers, whores and prostitutes but...Whores are my Heroes. Thank you Annie Sprinkle!
http://www.nzescortsblog.com/images/heros.pdf
My website: http://www.sexymunro.com
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Added on: 10/24/07 11:25
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Ive always been proud to call myself a New Zealand Woman, now I know why - Kiwi women are the most promiscuous in the world! (Google Promiscuous New Zealand). An extraordinary accolade which gets even better: "NZ was also unusual for being the only country where women have more sexual partners than the men."
Promiscuous. This one of my favourite words. It conjures images of wanton sexy, alot of naughty, a little rebellion and generous helpings of intrigue....all in the colour purple. Promiscuous, a term I have adopted as completely as I have "anal retentive". It didnt happen overnight. Both have required adjustment and the time to find a contented place in my head; adaption of the various connotations to suit myself, as is my prerogative. Ive never viewed either as negative, on the contrary (anal retentive has been problematic) but, having an opinion quietly tucked away in 'safe place' and being comfortable wearing it on a number plate are two different stories. Nowadays Id triumphantly get both if I had enough cars - can you get a number plate without a car to put it on?
I embraced promiscuous because I am, have always been, though I must argue with one dictionary reference which suggests Im "Lacking standards of selection and indiscriminate." Admittedly my teens left me with a few horror memories but an eternity has passed since then. My promiscuity has never manifested discontent within my monogamous relationships, nor has it adversely affected my relationships as an adult. For me, to effectively negotiate the art of "casual sexual relations frequently with different partners" (another dictionary description) requires maturity, confidence and honesty. My relationships, whatever form they take, are always with parties fully understanding who I am and what I offer. Even my staunch stance on "only one at a time" has gone out the window as Ive learnt more about myself and to trust others to make the right decisions for themselves. They are their own responsibility once Ive laid my cards out.
Memoirs of a Promiscuous Good Girl. Need I say more?
My website: http://www.sexymunro.com
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General Blog Category: Sex
Added on: 10/15/07 04:46
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New service for Escorts - Website Rental. Something Ive thought about for awhile but have been kicked into gear with Claudia's domain coming available. She has a new website with members only area to stimulate your senses! I've taken ownership of www.cityblueeyes.com and details of renting it, or others, are on my escort webdesign page. Being all but neutral means someone else can benefit from the coverage it has received to date. This becomes the first of a few I will make available for rent along with a website of the Escorts choosing. Too often Escort sites are pulled down before they've had time to mature, generally she leaves the industry or has a panic attack that she's been recognised. So much is invested in them that goes to waste, plus domains improve as they age (like me). Renting a site means Escorts arent forking out big money to get the benefits of a personal website and all work done on it isnt lost when they move on, or need it to hide for awhile :). Perfect! Well, I think so.
Id love to tell you about Claudia one day. She's precious with stories to tell. I liked her instantly when we met 12 months ago. Always refreshing to meet others with enthusiasm and ideas, perhaps someday we'll make some of them happen :).
My website: http://www.sexymunro.com
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Added on: 10/11/07 02:54
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This was the subject line of an email I received from a friend this morning, I wont say who. The email went on to explain. He'd been contacted by a friend from some time ago and was invited to visit her for a weekend. Being him he'd imagined catching up with other locals he knew, enjoying good conversation over good wine and relaxing. This quickly changed. "There is nothing better than that moment of first contact. This is when I was thinking of some thing you said - Use it or loose it!!! Well, I did use it and it was great, even better than great." Friend went on to talk about how he'd avoided sex since the demise of his last relationship but now feels he's been missing out "Now I want it all, I need to re-learn".
Im thrilled, good on him! This was the highlight of my day. A good highlight but other than that Ive been tired (up too late last night) and stomping around grumpy. What have I been thinking about? Industry politics and seduction. A few triggers for both lately and entirely unrelated. Ive also been missing people I havent seen in too long and frustrated by those I have, myself included. I wont go into detail, would make for a long post Id be perpetually changing as I thought up new angles. Suffice to say:
1) Politics. This industry definitely has them, something I was slow, and disappointed, to discover. Yes, naive. My opinion that there's room for everyone isnt shared by everyone. Ive made it a point to stay as far away as I can and have learnt to deal with it. Ive said it before and will again...Im in this business, life in fact, to enjoy myself and giving politics any of my energy isnt conducive. Im not playing. Unfortunately my awareness of such things, and my experience, means I get to see others, friends, caught up in it. Advised against their best interests by people who have no interests outside of lining their own pockets. THIS gets me!
2) Seduction. Is it a completely lost art?
My website: http://www.sexymunro.com
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Added on: 10/09/07 03:36
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This question from young [Name] who booked in for some TLC last Thursday. I am regularly asked about it but his question was different to the typical 'general interest'.
Answer: No. In fact, with me, cumming vs squirting are two completely different reactions to different actions. Time for an explanation. My first experience of squirting was 2 years ago. A guy Id met off NZDating claimed he knew a guaranteed method of 'releasing the flood gates', taught by a girlfriend. I was interested of course, with ample pinches of salt. He wasnt wrong. Guy positioned himself above me so he had full use of his arm. With 2 fingers he began pounding my g-spot, literally. As I lay there thinking this was a tad silly and surely a waste of time, yes, flood gates opened! It took no more than 4 minutes. I had no warning, no sense of anything building and wouldnt have believed it had I not seen it. He continued. There seemed to be a never ending supply of liquid and with each big splash my body started to respond more, feel more and anticipate. It reminded me of giving birth...leaving out the watermelon element. When I was having my daughter the midwife told me not to push until she said. Yeah right! When my body did start pushing there was nought I could do about it. This 'bearing down' (a full body assault as opposed to the simple push you would do taking a pee - apologies for this getting gory) was all consuming, exhausting and completely out of my control. An eye opening night.
I was quite sure I could now figure this out myself. Alas, 'twasnt to be, and not for lack of trying! I couldnt a) replicate the degree of vigour he'd used...my arm not being in the proper position and lacking required stamina or b) find the right spot...though I didnt realise I had it wrong at the time. The odd person came along who knew a few basics and yes, I did squirt occasionally but usually more on par with an enthusiastic dribble. My body, the aching muscles from bearing down (which has remained a reaction) and significantly bruised fanny, tended to suffer greatly for little gain...or none. I put it on the back burner until a friend, one who was also interested but had no experience, stayed the night. For 5 hours Sally squirting became entire focus and we got there, another drenched bed with a totally destroyed Sally and friends arm. I was buggered for 3 days afterwards. This marathon was the trigger my body needed to kick into gear. Its like anything, we need to teach ourselves, the same way one can train their nipples to become orgasmic or body to become multi-orgasmic, both applying to men and women. From this night I quickly evolved to a) being able to achieve gushing under my own steam, easily, and b) my g-spot not even being required. Nowadays my most enjoyable, effective squirting comes from clit stimulus alone. When really firing Ive come very close to gushing by simply squeezing my muscles, no hands required. This isnt far away. Quantity and velocity also quickly increased.
So, why are cumming and squirting different for me? Building to a clitoral orgasm I suck in, squeezing my PC muscles upwards. Gushing Im pushing out. Problem. I'd always enjoyed having my g-spot massaged while receiving oral but, with said g-spot becoming hyper-reactive I wound up on a pulling-pushing roller coaster that achieved nothing. A nice clitoral orgasm in the making would be killed the instant my g-spot was touched, squirting would kick in. Ive had to ask for one or the other, not both at once, and learnt how to control the on-off switches for each in my head...this still takes some focus. Next problem being the understandable desire of lovers to produce said soaking themselves. Valiant efforts, if they arent getting it right, still see me in full throes of all-body muscle workout which I can only handle for so long. Final problem, the difference between clit stimulus used to produce gushing vs clitoral orgasm. They are different, the former being a rigorous action as opposed to the slow, gentle licking required for latter, occasionally the lines are crossed...see 'pulling-pushing roller coaster'. The mess can also be a problem. Sometimes it just isnt appropiate and having to hold back can be a kill-joy, frustrating. Gents generously offering to "get a towel" realise quickly this is insufficient.
Despite answering No to the original question I have, on occasion, gushed when cumming. This has happened when Id already been gushing alot so my body was tuned into it and will have been caused by the 'squeezing, no hands required' mentioned above.
What does gushing feel like? Its good fun, adds an awesome dimension to my sex life and I love the reactions to it. There is a building and release of sorts, feels nice, but pales in comparison to a normal Orgasm. There is no comparison. There is so much literature available, most of it conflicting. I only have my experiences to go by and realise everyone is different. I do hope to one day be able to help other women, and their men. Anabel has put her hand up after we spoke about it, among other things, over wine last night. I do believe there is a demand :).
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Added on: 10/08/07 05:08
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...as suggested to a friend yesterday. The irony being that today I met Mr Nipples. He arrived at midday, a tall, aging gent with a new phone he didn’t know how to turn off. He said he's been watching my website for about 6 months which surprised me given that arranging this booking consisted of nothing more than a brief phone call yesterday. Unusual. Drink first, get naked, massage oil in slippery quantities and we were having fun. A brief mention of his thoughts on being dominated was shortly followed by "I want to be your Slave Sally".
"What do you consider to be your slavely duties Mr Nipples?"
"Anything you want of me"
The only right answer, a good start. Our good start deteriorated with his ensuing requests, "Bite my nipples, harder, bite them harder" and "Squirt all over my face". Id fail Mistress school because I happily obliged...though I do have a thing for biting nipples so id probably have done this anyway? Despite our failings ill gladly keep this man on a short leash, his cunnilingus talents are up there with Pudding Man which is no small feat, proven by my 2 all consuming orgasms. He says he'll be back and I look forward to it, will be fully prepared next time! I did suggest one should be careful what they ask for, they may actually get it ;).
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Added on: 10/02/07 01:03
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Ive been in a surreal, contemplative state of detachment this past week needing to re-group and energise. My 'to do' list is distressingly long though enjoyed a sigh of relief today with the launch of Statim.co.nz and have my feet up this evening...rewards are luscious. Changes, namely Ginger deciding she's taking a break, perhaps indefinitely, mean Ive been able to open my availability up a little but have lost my beautiful bi-doubles partner in crime. She will be missed. I have acted as PA for Ginger since May. This was when my 2 hour minimum booking was implemented, Ive never looked back and wont. Historically my bookings have tended to be longer, one hour has always struck an uncomfortable nerve. I realise this is where the primary market lies but Im not interested. My date last Friday night, a Greek man with skin as smooth as Hershey’s, was scheduled for 3 hours which became over 4. We talked, massaged, ate, drank, rolled our eyes as we were cumming. His description, "One of the best experiences that I have had in my erotic life!" Less time would have been a shame.
I am going somewhere with this...
Im loving my work and it only gets better. Two hours minimum has played a huge part, re-awakened my love of what erotic entertainment means to me. Good memories are priceless and an investment in making them should be aspired to. Im inspired by it. My apartment is starting to restrict me, my ideas, what id like to offer my gentlemen and women. Its too small. Expansion will happen when the time is right but for now Im feeling frustrated. No problem, I have some up-skilling to enjoy between now and then....starting with shaving. I loved shaving James and want to get it down to a fine art so, I need volunteers! You can either BYO razor or choose from one of mine. Foam, beverage and band-aids supplied. Yes, Im serious. Give me a ring and we'll make a date :). You come to me.
Nb. No responsibility taken for drawing blood though I promise to minimise likelihood.
On another tangent entirely, I'd love to talk to anyone with experience in Orgasm Denial from all perspectives. My current research project.
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Added on: 10/01/07 06:25
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Ive neglected my blog, not for lack of inspiration so much as struggling to know where to start. My five days last week with James were wild...our games changed. Quiet day one and two, spent shopping, relaxing and enjoying each other were also used to set subtle, erotic wheels in motion. My suggestion that he paint my toenails was instantly rejected, laughable! The next day I asked him which colour he preferred as I perused the polishes in the store. He immediately felt the need to investigate something on the other side of the shop. I selected a deep plum red. Night three we celebrated our Birthday in style at Opium on Queen St, one of my favourite Restaurants. James had bought a new outfit for the occasion and looked gorgeous. I made sure he saw me dress in the stockings and suspenders I knew he'd been fantasizing about, the look on his face implied the desired effect. This night we were worlds away from the country-girl office manager and delinquent car painter we'd been when we met. Dinner was divine. Back home the serious games started. Ive talked about James before, my study of dominance vs submission, what it means to me and where James has thrown spanners into the works. My 'compliance' to date has not been more than an acknowledgment of his superior physical strength and testing the waters. Aware that our games thus far have been playtime, feeling our way with each other, this night James was confronted with a woman who refused submission, on any level. I wanted him to earn it if he could...challenge him in a way I never have before, perhaps more so than anyone has, thus forcing him to push my own boundaries. It started with a simple request, get him a drink. Normally I would have happily obliged, as would he, but not tonight. I refused, he demanded, hours later we called a truce. He didn’t get his drink but blood was drawn in the trying. Thursday the inuendos continued, subtle but sweet. I made a point of manicuring my finger nails so he could subconsciously note the processes...he acknowledged my hint with wicked grin. That evening we had a friend of mine visit, a man who has played submissive games over the years, and, although now retired from such past-times, his experience was a great addition to our conversation of the evening. James was further challenged and debate was enlightening. Visiting friend headed home and serious round two began, this time even more emotionally charged than the previous though James struggled...and eventually conceded. What I lacked in physical strength I made up for in emotional and mental, both strength and tactics, proving the point id been trying to make...dominance and submission is a mind game. A demure James offered to paint my toenails (incidentally this became the only time my bedroom curtains have ever been closed with him). Yes, I quietly revelled in my victory. His attention to detail, including adopting a number of the processes id used on my fingernails earlier, was exquisite. Sometime later we fell asleep as friends. Friday his flight was booked for early afternoon. The day before i'd asked if I could shave him..."Of course" he liked the idea. This morning I did. Straddling him in the bathroom with razor, towels and lather at hand I asked basic instructions and proceeded. Erotic doesn’t come much better. James head is also shaved so this followed after his face was left smooth and kissable. He stroked my naked thigh for the duration and I took my time. A fitting end. I have more challenges lined up for James and look forward to what he presents me with after going 'back to the drawing board' on Sally.
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General Blog Category: Sex Travels
Added on: 09/29/07 07:27
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I achieved sweet little of anything today so have set myself up for a busy night. Enjoyed a relaxing 2 hours with John (one of quite a few) earlier this evening. This John comes to see me once a year around September, tonight being our third date. As we were saying our good-bye and "pleasure as always" I asked if September is his birthday? "Yes" he smiled. Still in his 30's he say's he has given up on women, cant figure them out and too much like hard work. Hear hear! He is considering adding my comments on his penis to his online profile and Im happy back them up as a reference. A particularly credible one given that Ive tried out my fair share. Nice man, I like him. Until next time John...x
I picked up some KFC for dinner on my way to friend Voyager's place. He was being waxed by another friend so I ate while he had his hair ripped out. I headed off before the strips made their way to his testicles so imagining he's suffering this as we speak. Brave soul. Friend concerned delights in her significantly ruthless streak.
Tonight Im packing. Have an early!! (10am) flight to Wellington tomorrow for a highly anticipated 48 hours with PUDDING MAN. Yes, Im excited. He says he's horny and looking forward to a friendly face and some decent conversation. Fortunately all of the above happen to be my forte...here I come! I really cant wait to see him, have genuinely missed that tongue and the person it calls home. It will be a good weekend.
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General Blog Category: Escort's Experiences
Current Mood: excited
Added on: 09/14/07 05:47
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Today Ive suffered a severely sore head....fortunately the result of a great night though Im wishing I could remember more of it! A friend came over early evening to talk about his new website we're about to start. This isnt sex industry related though he moonlights as a male escort, the latter being how we met some time ago. After wrapping things up guy was heading to the Wine Cellar, a bar off Karangahape Rd, and invited me. He guaranteed that id love the place - or he'd declare celibacy for a year though I assured him this wasn’t necessary :). I loved the place! Rustic, charming and dripping atmosphere. Leaving is where the black spots in my night started...I remember getting home but dont remember catching the cab that got us here. We talked awhile longer over another (big mistake) drink before turning the music, and the energy, up. My Chemical Romance is a great aphrodisiac to those who love it...not that I needed any inspiration given the appeal of my company. A discussion over our hourly rates achieved nothing because we're pretty much on par, close enough to call it square, though we didnt account for damaged property. We broke my dining table! Actually smashed off one leg and left another hanging on by the skin of its screws. The other two very wobbly. I clearly remember a discussion earlier in the evening about sex on my table, i'd said I never have because I dont believe it could cope...it couldn’t. I cant recall how we ended up on the table but have vivid memories of the large cracking/crashing sound as it collapsed. Our night continued despite the destruction left in our wake and was fantastic. I wont mention my trip to the toilet bowl because it was diabolically unlady-like and id rather not dwell. I have no idea when we eventually got to sleep. Man had to be off fairly early with commitments lined up for his day and my knight in shining armour (or "Voyager in tarnished armour" as he would say) has been in coming and going with tool kit in hand. Table is now fixed...with stories to tell and a few battle scars.
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General Blog Category: Sex
Added on: 09/13/07 16:07
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I have had a great day. James didnt make it last night which was a relief given how he inspires me, my energy levels just wouldnt have coped! So, Ive had a much needed quiet one which evolved into an experimentation with the erotic! Wax. Im into wax, the momentary burn either inflicted on myself or the person Im with is a thrill, so I gave it thought when I was dreaming up photoshoot ideas. I ran this past a friend (unrelated to the shoot) who thinks its a great idea for one of his own projects. He has since been shopping for wax which wont permanently maim when poured on the body - just holding a lit candle wont work because we need it to run and candles just dont melt fast enough. Also aware that some (particularly cheap) wax tends to be significantly, and dangerously hotter. Friend hasn't had alot of luck so far. Ive had a candle burning in my room for some time, this morning it was ready to throw out but its dish was all but full of hard wax rivulets. Knowing this candle was a better quality one I set about melting it down.
1. Put wax into small stainless dish and sit in just boiled water. Realised water could easily get into the open dish and water surrounding the dish wouldn't stay hot enough.
2. Transfer wax to jar that has lid and place jar into pot of water on the stove. Condensation starts threatening to drip into jar - cant have lid tight because of the heat - so put a paper towel between the lid and jar.
3. Wax melts beautifully but now I have a large jar with very little control of how much is poured. Need glass bottle with narrow neck.
4. Find suitable bottle, drew blood trying to remove the once clamped on spray top, remove contents and spend some time washing and getting it bone dry.
5. Make a funnel from tin foil and transfer still molten wax from jar to bottle.
6. Bottle is now too tall for the average pot so only the lower half is covered by hot water. I need deep boiling water, cant be bothered with a XL pot and if I didnt spill all my wax using it I would, at the very least, hurt myself.
7. Tie string around bottle neck, fill kitchen kettle and lower bottle in. PERFECT. Hands are well out of the way so Im not being cooked by steam and the kettles on/off switch gives me control of the water temperature.
Yes, proud of myself. Just call me McGyver.
I now have bottle of wax which yes, I couldnt help but try out. I waited until the bottle had cooled enough so it was comfortable to hold. The scorch lines I created down my chest have only just faded but the shivers which flew up my spine did credit to my anticipation!
Anticipation has been the name of the day and Ive been in a perpetual state of horny. Between my imagination running away with itself over wax, my first brew of Ginger Oil currently on the stove with volunteer (unless he chickens out) lined up to show me how to use it and other thoughts which are driving me crazy Ive had a ball! In the midst of all of this I also received what I believe to be the HOTTEST email Ive have ever had. It sent bolts of heaven directly to my groin where they've continued to tingle for the rest of the day and I dont expect them to let up any time soon. I wont tell you who it was from or the finer details but suffice to say, and Ive said it before, anticipation is EVERYTHING. This was from someone who has been a good friend for sometime, we've never had a sexual relationship but our meetings have included a little erotica. A recent discussion opened the door for something more with todays email being the beginnings of arrangements for this and explaining the gents thoughts, both past and present...also a detailed description of his own imagination running away with itself followed by "....decency and good manners prevent me describing where my dreams took me next." Im actually hurting. The beauty is I have no idea where it will go, if anywhere, but this is where the excitement starts. Add to this a nurtured friendship with definite attraction and occasional, subtle innuendo over the years. It doesnt come much better!
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General Blog Category: Escort Business
Current Mood: horny
Added on: 09/06/07 05:00
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We went to Winehot, a cosy little French Wine Bar/Restaurant in Kingsland that FM had heard about but not yet tried. Lovely. I thoroughly enjoyed my garlic prawns and the atmosphere was great. Dark walls, chandeliers, intimate and sexy! The latter can also be said for Fashion Man's understanding of French which was a well kept secret until now. Back at mine FM stayed until after 3am. He was offered, and ultimately enjoyed, PVC on skin once we made our way to the bedroom after drinks and talking until midnight-ish (always so much to talk about). A great night but Ive overdone it lately and suffering, now bordering on literal walking zombie. 2 visitors today with a third on the way (bringing me a food because Im incapacitated) and James due to turn up about 11pm for the night...never a dull moment. Need sleep sometime between now and then!
# Fashion Man is a client-come-friend.
# James is a lover (mindblowing) who goes back 3+ years.
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General Blog Category: Escort Business
Current Mood: tired
Added on: 09/05/07 01:50
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