whore or hero?

Its a job and someone has always done it!  Prostitution remains one of the most stigmatized professions – despite its continuing ability to drum up custom.  Prostitution originated as a respectable and spiritual transaction between priestesses and priests in Babylonian temples.  It was designed to bring them closer to God with no money changing hands.  In Europe in the Middle Ages, prostitution – although proscribed by the Church, was regarded as preferable to rape, sodomy and masturbation.  In the early part of the 20th Century, prostitution became illegal in America, but as with in many other countries it has continued regardless.  A survey of 3,000 men in Britain in 2008 revealed that 7% – the equivalent of 1.5 million men nationwide – visit prostitutes four times a year and pay about  £75 a time.  A third are constantly worried their secret will be discovered, while 90% love their partners, and of these, 80% say their sex life is dull and the reason they use hookers in the first place. 

Sex for money usually costs a lot less than sex for free!  Go figure the math.   

My friend Nicola called me the other day asking me if I fancied meeting up with her to perform a duo, we have worked together before but not in a bisexual way.  She said to bring a few toys along and that we would have a few glasses of wine along with lots of action.  When we got there the guy told us he was quite shy – the thing is I was feeling a bit shy that evening myself and believe me its not the sort of job you can afford to be feeling shy in!  Nicola is a very bubbly confident experienced person and before I new what was happening I was kitted out in a strap on giving her a good seeing to from behind, wow, it didn’t take long for me to start to enjoy myself and I loved the feeling of power to be thrusting away at her like that,   got a bit carried away – hope I didn’t hurt her.  He obviously loved the view and promptly took over, it was arms and legs all over and a bit of a free for all.  Nicola was soon down on me and the feel of a woman’s soft lips licking you really cant be beaten, or was she just very, very good at it?  I enjoyed kissing her lovely tits and her skin was so soft and smooth.  I really cant wait to do it all again, very soon I hope!  I must ask her for a photo to put up on my blog, thanks Nic Mwaah x

  Had a gr8 time visiting a friend who was staying at Champneys – wow did we have fun! Room service was impeccable and I gave him a good cardio work out believe me. . As the evening wore on we wandered over to the pool to see what was happening,  it was, very, very, quite.  So, we decided to have a little water sport, slipping and sliding -  it was energetic and one of the best nights Iv had in a long time.   I’m sure we raised a few eyebrows!!  When we got back to the room he smothered me in delicious body lotion before we did a bit more slipping and sliding.  I’m feeling all healthy now and have a certain glow about me (could be the St.Tropez tan) or is it the orange ap-peal?  Ha he.  At least we   didn’t drink to much after all it is a health spa.  Mwaah!

I had to tell one of my regs not to try and kiss me after he had been lickin Ass,  Pleeeze.  I guess he goes round kissin butt all the time – Argh. Show some self-respect, man.  Capisce?

Today was one of those amazing days that was full of pleasure, sheer unadulterated pleasure, bliss.  My little Kitty-Kat got a good seeing to and licked and licked, uummm she just couldn’t stop purrr-ing.  The cat that got all the cream.  The pleasure was all mine!

‘Pleasure is the beginning and end of the blessed life’    Epicurus c.  341-270BC

Have ummed and arrhed about this for some time anyway here goes.  Last year I had a call from the man that writes the McCoys guide to the sex industry, asking if I would like a review in his latest book, he offered to come over to my place to show me what he did and how he could help my business.  So far so good,  I set aside some time in the morning for the meet.  This bloke turned up who resembled what I can only refure to as the dirty raincoat brigade.  On arrival he asked if I recognized him,  errm, nope says I.  Anyway after making room in my lounge for his inflated ego and briefcase full of his books - he explained that in return for a free session in my boudoir he would give me a good review in his latest book.  He even went as far as telling me how parlours and agency’s offer one of their best workers in order to gain his reviews.  Hello, exploitation comes to mind in its lowest form.  His presence started to infuriate me and his manner, which was course and definitely unvarnished, excuse the pun.  As I ushered him out with a thanks but no thanks matey he grumbled somthing about wasting his time, bloody cheek!  I’m sure when the man from the Michelin guide comes round he doesnt expect a free meal with wine in return for a good review! The McCoys unvarnished truth to the sex industry, my ASS.   Putting a differant light on reviews, all is not always as it seems.

As a good Catholic girl sex will always remain dirty!!!

 Today was gr8 I saw an old friend I hadn’t seen in such a long time and hes still as lovely as ever, Iv always had a soft spot for him and I’m pleased to confirm he is as passionate as ever. The kissing and intimacy was so, so right – cant beat chemistry and it was exciting…The first erotic touch most people expect to experience, the kiss can be the most magical and most personal of all sexual contact, the archetypal fairy-tale ending or a taboo in prostitution?