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A Visit to a Brothel

On a business trip to Melbourne I decided to try 2 new things: seeing a sex worker of a different ethnicity; and doing it in a different context. The first was the result of curiosity and the relative lack of choice in Brisbane’s escort market; searches for women who weren’t Caucasian or East Asian on the advertising platforms I consulted didn’t turn up many enticing prospects. And the second was the result of necessity; Victoria’s idiosyncratic prostitution laws make it very hard for sex workers to legally offer incall services. So, on the early morning flight (which helpfully provided a wifi connection to the internet en route), I did a little research on the Victorian section of the internet forum I had joined. A discussion in the VIC Q&A |Information section piqued my interest: Indians around Melbourne in which the original poster asked readers for Indian service provider recommendations. As to be expected, there were some slightly racist but still humorous responses along the lines of suggesting the enquirer visit the nearest convenience store and ask the cashier if he knew “the best place for some hot curry. Wink, Wink”. There were also more helpful suggestions about particular women working at designated brothels. Some of the suggested brothels were situated some distance away from the down-market central business district hotel where I was staying. Bewitched was in Williamstown; a 30 minute train journey away. The Rose Garden was in Dandenong; double the distance. But Eastern Encounters was much closer; a 10 minute tram ride away in Newmarket. This seemed my best option. The forum’s Reviews are helpfully arranged in categories that allowed me to quickly find appraisals of the women who worked at there. Also, helpfully, they have a profile template that lists each review subject’s attributes and offerings so that the reader can quickly determine if a review’s subject fits his search parameters. This was how I identified Priya as a woman I was interested in seeing: She was Indian; busty; and not too young. She was also reported to provide a ‘porn star experience’ and provided oral sex without a condom (as an optional extra). The descriptive section of one of Priya’s reviews painted an appealing picture. Priya’s recent client reported that her service was “wild and crazy”; that he got “a memorable suck”; and that “she rode me hard”. He also reported Priya did a lot of dirty talk during the session and that sounded like an interesting element to experience for the first time too. On my taxi ride from the airport to my meetings in town, I checked out the brothel’s website to see if Priya would be working that evening and I was delighted to see that she was on the roster. The site listed the prices clients were charged: $80 for 15 minutes (“sex only”); $120 for 30 minutes; $170 for 45 minutes; and $210 for 1 hour (the longer bookings included “sex, oral, and optional massage”). There was also a daytime special price of $105 for 30 minutes for attendance between the hours of 11am and 6pm. These seemed quite cheap when compared to the sums I had been paying independent escorts in Brisbane for the At around 7pm, when my work for the day had ended, I checked into a hotel and found an ATM to withdraw some cash from. I then caught the Number 58 tram that ran from Elizabeth Street through some of the less busy streets of North Melbourne before turning onto Flemington Road and heading off to the North-Western Suburb of Maribyrnong. Climbing aboard I found that my Melbourne public transport fare card had expired and so, conductors having been abolished for some time now, I travelled without paying the appropriate fare. It gave me a little thrill to be beginning the evening with this minor misdemeanour. The brothel was only a short walk from the tram stop nearest the corner of Flemington and Racecourse Roads and the evening traffic peak was starting to wind down. I walked past a kebab stall that was just getting started for the evening, a petrol station and a number of daytime businesses that were closed and dark. They weren’t the type to need lit display windows. A family that looked to be Muslim waiting for a bus across the road watched me turn into the driveway and mount the stairs. In the subdued light of the evening, Far Eastern Relaxation seemed much grimier than the Google photo. The neon lights weren’t on. There was only 1 car, a battered green sedan, in the car parking area in front of the stairs. As the stairs turned a corner and ascended to the balcony, I noticed a few items of graffiti that had been left on the wall by earlier clients: Nothing but Madness… Me Hustlin Brutha… and some personal tags I couldn’t decipher. There was a slim Asian woman wearing underwear and a light robe relaxing in a garden chair on the balcony when I reached the top of the stairs. She smiled, got up and went inside when she saw me. A chubby Indian man was seated behind a counter in the reception area that was furnished with a couch and a large aquarium. A handful of goldfish swam amongst its thick green water weeds. “Good evening sir,” the manager greeted me. “Hello,” I responded, a grin growing across my face. “Are you interested in seeing anyone in particular?” He wasted no time with small talk. I too cut to the chase. “Yes, is Priya free?” “Yes, Indian girl, right?” He confirmed. “How long do you want?” “45 minutes please.” I reached into my pocket and handed over 4 pineapples. The manager gave me $30 change and called out over his shoulder, “Priya, a customer! 45 minutes!” Within a few seconds, Priya emerged from the hallway that lead to the service rooms towards the back of the premises wearing some sturdy black lingerie. She had quite long black hair, dark skin and a pretty face. As per the description on the website she also had large breasts and a curvy body. “Hi,” she greeted me, “I’m Priya.” “Justin,” I replied as she led me to a room at the end of the hallway. “Have I seen you before?” she inquired over her shoulder. I told her she hadn’t and that I was just in Melbourne for the night. “How did you know to pick me? Did you see my Locanto ad?” she asked. This can be a tricky question to answer truthfully as I’m aware that a lot of sex workers do not like the idea of an internet forum that publishes reviews of them. That it’s a little dehumanising to have their bodies graded like pieces of meat and to have intimate details of their sexual practices clinically assessed and compared with those of other women. I responded with a semi-truth. “Oh, I just looked at what the place’s website said, and you seemed the most appealing. I wanted to see an Indian girl with big tits.” I had not bothered to search Locanto. This satisfied her. “Actually, I’m Sri Lankan,” she confided, “but the owner thinks it’s better to say I’m Indian.” The room Priya took me into was unlike any other escort’s workplace I had seen. The walls were painted black. There were posters on the wall illustrated with a photo of a large sheathed penis, erect and being held ready for insertion with the caption, No Condom, No Sex. There was a dark-tiled shower cubicle in one corner, a low ‘double’ bed on the floor, a chair and a small bedside table that held tissues, bottles of lubricant and massage oil, and the ubiquitous small music system. A couple of lamps, a bare globe in a ceiling and their reflections in a couple of mirrors illuminated the objects in the room but not the darkness created by the walls. An ancient air-conditioner struggled to keep the temperature down and a large white-faced clock was also present to help clients keep track of the time remaining in their sessions. Priya asked me if I wanted to take a shower and I told her I didn’t think I needed one as I started unbuttoning my shirt. Priya smiled and told me she’d be right back as she left the room briefly. I had time to remove my shoes and socks before she returned with a small bag that contained condoms and a bottle of mouthwash. “Here,” she said, pouring some of the bright blue liquid into the cap and handing it to me. Priya took a swig directly from the bottle and swished it in her mouth as she walked to the shower cubicle and opened the door. I did the same and then we both spat the fluid onto the shower floor. “Am I your first black woman?” Priya asked pushing me against the wall near the bed. I confirmed that she was. Priya then kissed me deeply and rubbed my crotch. “Do you want me to suck your white cock? Do you want to eat my black pussy?” My porn star experience had begun. Priya popped her ample breasts free of her bra and started rubbing them on my chest as we continued to kiss and my emerging erection started to show itself through the fabric of my trousers. I leant forward to slip my hand down the back of her panties and draw her pointy nipples into my mouth like a thirsty infant. “Gently!” Priya protested breaking character for a moment. “just lick them”. She demonstrated the approved technique and, as I followed her lead, she got back into her routine. “Ooh yes, you like my black body.” I did indeed. Priya undid my belt and slid my trousers and underwear down my legs and told me what a nice white cock I had. I took the opportunity to slide her panties off her hips as she backed towards the bed. Priya took the hint and lay on her back, spread her legs wide. “Do you want to lick my hot pussy?” she asked. I did. Kneeling between her thighs, I teased her hairless dark labia apart and started lapping at the bright pink flesh within as if her vulva was an exotic piece of stone fruit. Again, Priya didn’t appreciate my ardour. “Gently!” she repeated pushing my head away slightly. I complied with her wishes and she resumed her verbal and physical approximation of a woman who was really enjoying it. After a few minutes Priya told me she wanted to suck my hard cock. She grabbed my arms and pulled me onto the bed beside her and started licking my balls and upper thighs while sliding her hand along the shaft of my penis and I took advantage of the change in position to run my finger between her labia. Priya made encouraging noises and squirmed in what I judged to be mock arousal while I did it. “Can you suck it without a condom?” I asked as Priya moved to retrieve one from her little bag. “For another $50 I can,” she declared. I got up and fished through the pockets of my trousers for the note. I handed it to her, and Priya squirreled it away in the small bag. Lie down here, “Priya instructed. “I’m going to suck that nice white cock now and then you’re going to fuck my hot black pussy with it!” I thought that was a good plan and rolled onto my back to enjoy a great blow job. After running her tongue up and down the shaft and over the tip of my penis, Priya drew me into her mouth in much the same way as I had attempted with her nipples and clitoris earlier. She then sucked me deep and hard as she raised and lowered her head over me. While doing this she gripped my wrists from time-to-time holding them firmly to the mattress and I wondered if this was to dissuade me from holding her head and attempting to face fuck her. Priya paused from time-to-time to judge my level of arousal, engage in more dirty talk and tap the glans of my penis on her protruding tongue. “Your cock tastes so good… don’t cum just yet, I want it inside me…” I told Priya that I’d never been able to ejaculate from oral attention alone, so she continued sucking me for a few minutes more before finally retrieving the condom and rolling it onto my throbbing erection. “I’m going to fuck you first,” Priya declared. She licked her fingers and rubbed them on her on labia and then straddled me. Her vagina was warm and tight. Rather than rest on her knees, Priya squatted above me and started bouncing up and down using the mattress’ springs to assist the movement and establish an accelerating tempo. I held her hips to control the speed and avoid an early orgasm. Priya added some moaning to her dirty girl commentary. “Fuck me doggy now,” Priya ordered, as she climbed off me and assumed a kneeling position. Again, I complied with her wishes and entered her from behind. I don’t usually find this position the most stimulating but Priya’s positioning of herself with her knees fairly close together and her shoulders almost on the mattress kept the pressure firm and enjoyable. “Slap my black ass and fuck me harder,” she commanded. I did this and increased my tempo a little. But not too much as I wanted to flip her over and finish in a missionary position. A few minutes later I did this and pounded my way to a very satisfying orgasm. “Thanks for that, I really enjoyed it,” I said, getting onto my knees and catching my breath. Priya’s dirty girl act slipped off her like a soiled robe. “You’re welcome,” she responded before reaching for a handful of tissues to assist with taking the now full condom from my still pulsing penis. “There’s about 10 minutes left. Would you like a massage?” “That would be nice.” Priya grabbed another handful of tissues and arranged them on the mattress in such a way that they would absorb any residual semen as I lay on my front. She spread some oil on my back and shoulders and started rubbing the muscles there. As massages go it was fair. We talked a little about what I was doing in Melbourne and if I’d be seeing any other sex workers while I was in town. I kept the descriptions of my work vague but told Priya I only had time to see her. I asked if she liked working in the brothel. “It’s alright,” she said. “But I’m retiring soon. I’m going to learn cookery and get a job in a restaurant.” It seemed a strange choice to me; swapping the more lucrative rates of sex work for the much lower wages and longer hours of the hospitality sector. The timer I didn’t notice Priya set on her phone started chiming. My 45 minutes were up. she helped me to my feet, presented me with a clean towel and ushered me to the shower. I regulated the water and stepped inside. “Here,” Sonya said. “Let me clean your back.” She rubbed a gel bodywash over the area she had oiled and helped me rinse it off. When that was done, Priya immediately set about disposing of the condom wrapper and soiled tissues and straightening the sheet on the bed. As soon as I was out of the shower, she jumped in herself and washed herself quickly but thoroughly. I was only half dressed when she emerged and quickly dried herself before applying deodorant and hastily redressing in the sturdy black lingerie. Having only visited independent escorts who worked from their own premises, I had not witnessed this reset process before. The speed at which it was carried out made sense when I thought about it. Priya probably only received half of the $170 dollars I had paid the manager for the session. With the $50 extra I had given her this meant she was likely only receiving $135 for the hour of her time my session had consumed. I put my shoes on as quickly as I could. “Thanks for coming to see me,” Priya said giving me a hug at the door. “I had a great time,” I replied. On my way back to the tram stop I stopped for a kebab at the stall I had passed earlier and did a search for Priya’s Locanto ad. I found it fairly quickly. The description of Priya and her services was pretty accurate and read like something she might have written herself: Hello all you horney Gentlemen! I am Priya a 28 y old Indian girl with big tits and silky chocolate skin. I like us to go on a erotic adventure (kissing, cuddling, teasing, dirty Talk, etc.) that will send you in to orbit and have you grave for more and more. I know how to make you happy. So come on over and lets have some fun together. You can come and see me at Far Eastern Relaxation…(sic). The photos were not so true to life. I’ve already related that some of my earlier aversion to visiting brothels came from what I saw in some of the American documentaries about the businesses in Nevada. I really didn’t like the idea of haggling over the service inclusions and the fees payable for each and presenting my genitals for inspection. Louis Theroux’s documentary about the Wild Horse Adult Resort and Spa in Nevada, Louis and the Brothel showed another potential pitfall; finding myself with a worker who really didn’t want to do it with me. Now at this stage, I like to think I’m reasonably adept at identifying which women are open to having a really good time themselves, which are going to fake their ‘enjoyment’, and which are going to reluctantly go through the motions and provide nothing more than ‘a starfish experience’. The film showed this imagined ability really doesn’t exist. The women who made up the cast were skilled professionals who were charming, enticing and engaging when they needed to be. But when they weren’t on deck, It was clear they weren’t enjoying their work at all and I wondered if the context of performing sex work in a brothel – only receiving half the fee paid, needing to coax clients into paying for extras, needing to compete with your colleagues for earning opportunities – meant it was unlikely they were ever going to get fulfillment from their work. Priya’s imminent departure from the industry seemed to confirm this bleak assessment. Other than that, I’m glad I took the opportunity to see if my fears about visiting a brothel were rational and to have found out that for the most part they weren’t justified. The staff were relaxed and welcoming. There was no need to haggle and Priya went about her work in a conscientious way to give me an enjoyable and memorable experience.

Blow White and the Seven Knobs ...

Okay, I’ll admit it, I watch porn.  In fact, lots of women do … they just don’t openly admit it.  But I’m secure enough in my identity to admit the fact that I enjoy all aspects of sex, including watching others perform it.  And one of the genres I really enjoy are the parodies, and even more so the ones that take the piss out of really successful animated movies.  And then a stroke of brilliance hit me … why not create my own porn parody? With that in mind, I set about gathering my own “cast” to help me make my dream a reality.  So it was that after a couple of weeks, I finally had enough “co-stars” for my own production of an animated favourite originally released in the 1930’s.  Only thing was I didn’t have 7 dwarfs but rather 7 very healthy knobs with me!  And just like the 7 dwarfs, my guys all had the exact personalities to match.  There was the Doc who was a real-life doctor in a hospital.  There a Grumpy bastard whom I’ve known for the longest time.  There was a guy who was always Happy to see me, along with his brother who was always Sleepy from partying all night all the time.  Of course, there would be a Bashful one but he never took too much coaxing to get his gear off around me.  And lastly there was Dopey (because he always had a joint with him) and his mate Sneezy who always had a credit card (but not for purchases). The day came when I could finally fulfil my fantasy and had the guys all together in a hotel room at the end of town.  I was dressed in the skimpiest of nurses’ outfits and mine was particularly special to me as it was a latex one gifted to me by an old friend.  After a few drinks and banter, I took the lead and got up to the other room where I had already placed a tarp on the floor in preparation for festivities.  The boys knew exactly what to do and they just trailed me into the room and surrounded me.  Before long, all of them had dropped their strides and a couple already had raging boners.  Which I ignored, of course.  I just started playing with the other ones to wake them up. After several minutes of just grabbing all the wonderful cock I could grab my hands on, I dropped to my knees and started to suck on one.  Then another, and another and another.  It didn’t take me long to get 7 tasty knobs all standing to attention all around me.  I started to suck on two at once, and a couple of the boys decided to reach down and play with my pussy and arse.  I’d gone commando, so it was immediate pleasure for me.  The more they rubbed me, the more rabid I got as I sucked their cocks.  Then one of them slid a finger into my pussy and the levels went up again.  At the rate this was going, I was sure one of the guys was going to cum soon. All this frantic activity had seen a couple of the guys lie down for me to suck on their cock and raise my butt up.  Of course, Bashful wasn’t too bashful with this outcome to miss an opportunity and proceeded to slide a finger in my arse.  The sensation was so divine and wonderful that I started to really suck hard on Happy’s cock.  Trust me, he was already happy and this obviously made him delighted!  Next thing you know, he’s blown in my mouth.  O happy day!  Seeing Happy cum in my mouth set off a chain reaction and next thing you know, Sneezy was cumming all over my face.  Then Dopey grabbed me and started face fucking me.  Between that and Bashful finger fucking my arse, I couldn’t hold on anymore and started cumming myself.  I even squirted a bucketload.  Thankfully I had that tarp down! After the wave of that orgasm settled, Grumpy called out “all right, you slut, my turn” and demanded some action.  But Doc yelled out “hey wait a minute, I need my cock sucked by this whore too!”.  So, the answer was simple.  I obliged by doing a back-and-forth between their two cocks, sucking them like they were the last lollipops on earth.  As I felt them both reach their point of no return almost at the same time, I begged them to shower my face with it.  My face was already soaked from Sneezy’s cum, but I wanted more.  And they obliged.  Both of them lost their loads all over me and I was literally drowned in cum but loving every second of it.  I could feel not only their cum running down my face, but I knew my mascara was streaking down my cheeks as well. Meanwhile Dopey and Sleepy, who were neither dopey nor sleepy may I add, who had been missing out decided that they couldn’t hold on any longer and had cum in a glass.  So Bashful brought the glass to me … but teased me with it.  He didn’t give it to me.  He kept showing it to me and pulling it away, showing it and pulling it away, literally making me want it all the more. “You want this?  You want this cum cocktail, slut?  Tell me.  Do you want this?” Eventually, I begged him for it.  “Please, give that to me.  Please give me that cum.  I need to drink it.” “Not till you suck me off first, you dirty bitch!” So, I made a beeline for his cock and gobbled down on it like my last supper before an execution.  But knowing that he had teased me with the glass of cum, I made him suffer too.  I edged him repeatedly.  Every time he got close, I backed off and slowed down.  Then sped up again, then slowed down.  Eventually, Bashful just said “get on with it, you dirty teasing slut!”  And that’s when I finally brought him to the edge and let him cum, but right at that moment, I pulled his cock out of my mouth and aimed it into the glass to add to Dopey’s and Sleepy’s contribution.  Then I used my finger to stir it up, opened my mouth, and poured all that lovely creamy cum into my mouth.  I even gargled it a bit to show off just before I took a big gulp to swallow it all. It felt so good having my own personal blow bang, and I was having such a high from it.  So, in my cutest, sweetest, Betty Boo voice, I said “thank you lovely boys for coming today … oh, and pun intended”  




The GirlFriend Experience

My first experience with an escort after reading a positive review was with Sally. The review was short; only 105 words in length and was the reviewer’s only contribution to the website. Some single post reviews, especially the positive ones, raise suspicions that they are written by the service providers themselves, but this was probably not the case with Sally’s admirer. It was ribald and had details I didn’t think women would include when writing about their bodies and their sexual performance. The reviewer disclosed that Sally was “full-figured and not shaved,” and that her appearance was “not model looks or anything but pretty and nice.” Regarding the nature of the time he had with her, Sally’s client said, “she was really into it, got really wet,” and that it “felt amazing.” This was the type of experience I was after. An encounter in which the person I was having sex with was turned on and eager to receive as well as give pleasure. I quickly found Sally’s ads online and read all she had to say about herself and her service offerings. It painted an enticing picture: I love to please and be pleased. Just lie back and let me take you to heaven, or spend your time pleasuring me and enjoying my soft luscious curves - my body is yours. I'm also more than happy to submit to your desires, sir…   The images Sally used in her ads were quite alluring too. They looked to have been taken by someone who knew how to use a digital camera, but they weren’t altered the way a lot of escort’s photos are to portray unblemished skin and a slimmer figure. Instead, I saw a gorgeously plump woman, naked and scantily-clad, in a variety of poses that hid her genitals and face. She looked comfortable with her body and the camera’s lingering gaze upon it. One photo in particular stood out. In it, Sally is sitting cross-legged on a velvet-cushioned couch. Her head is turned sideways so that her long starting-to-grey hair obscures her face. She is looking down at her phone beside her. The fingers of one hand are tapping the screen. Is she responding to an inquiry from a would-be client? Or checking to see how much tine she has before her next booking? Either way, I had already decided that my name would be on that screen soon. The next day, I introduced myself and we organised a one-hour appointment for the following Friday morning. As seems to be the practice among many private escorts, Sally provided her location in a piecemeal fashion. On the day I booked she let me know that she was in South Brisbane not far from the Go Between Bridge. South Brisbane is a suburb in the process of being completely transfigured. What used to be an area dominated by traditional wooden houses, retail warehouses and industrial sheds is now being overrun by Australia’s dominant large project developers, their mechanical armies of constructions cranes and concrete pumps, and the fluoro-clad, hard-hat wearing minions who serve them. Today, modern, non-descript, high-rise, (so-called) luxury apartment blocks dominate the south bank of the Brisbane River’s Toowong reach like a particularly virulent species of exotic fungus. On the day of the appointment Sally gave me a street address. It was one of the afore mentioned new apartment buildings that probably contained more than 50 one and two-bedroom dwellings. It didn’t look to be fully occupied. At the appointed hour, as I was standing at the apartment block’s secure front door, she provided the unit number to type into the keypad and gain admission. The glass panel slid aside and I walked quickly to the elevator, summoned it and pressed the designated floor button. At her door, Sally greeted me in underwear and a sheer robe and (after handing over the fee) ushered me to what appeared to be her bedroom for the fun to begin forthwith. What followed was the most passionate encounter I had yet experienced. Sally helped me undress and was keen to kiss deeply as my garments came off. She moaned softly as I unclipped her bra, sank to my knees and started sucking on her large nipples. I then pulled down her panties and ran my fingers through her long coarse pubic hair, feeling for the top of the groove between her labia. The space therein was already quite wet and Sally quivered as I teased her clitoris with the tip of my finger. Still on my knees I looked up and told her, “I want to eat you.” “Yes please!” Sally replied as she lay back on the bed next to us and spread her legs wide. I scooted over, keen to taste and explore with my mouth these most intimate parts of a new woman for only the second time in my life. Pulling her fleshy labia and hair aside, I started licking upwards the area just above Sally’s vagina and the underside of her clitoris, flicking the end of it with my tongue at the end of each stroke. I wondered if my technique was good enough to bring her to a climax and hoped her responses were natural and organic, not staged for my amusement. As I proceded, Sally writhed about and gasped occasionally. She seemed to get wetter and spasms made her hips clench from time to time. This seemed promising so I slipped the tall finger of my left hand into her and thrust it along the front surface of her vagina. “Yes,” she responded, “touch me there.” Sally's back arched as I did as she directed. It was electrifying. “Your turn,” she said after a short hiatus. I rolled onto my back and Sally took up a kneeling position near my waist. Then while lightly holding my throbbing penis, she began running her tongue up and down its shaft without first reaching for and fitting me with a condom. It was a treat I wasn’t expecting. This is mind-blowingly good, I thought. Sally progressed to taking the glans fully into her mouth and sucking me deeply. Her lips progressing further and further down the length of the shaft. And so we took turns providing each other with oral pleasure, interspersed with some more passionate kissing and touching. With about 20 minutes to go in my one-hour appointment, I told Sally, “I’d like to fuck you now.” She smiled and suggested I retrieve a condom from the bedside table and positioned herself more centrally on the bed. Her legs were spread wide and she touched herself as she watched me roll the prophylactic down my quivering member. The sex that followed was better than the blowjob. All the women that I had had sex with to that point – Fern, Phillipa, Natalie and Narelle – while relatively active when on top had been quite passive in the missionary position. Their legs moved a little, their hips rocked a bit and these motions assisted with getting me to the point of orgasm as I thrust with increasing vigour. In contrast, Sally writhed underneath me in the hottest way I could have imagined. With her knees lifted slightly and her feet planted on the mattress she was able get a lot more movement into her hips. At times it felt like her vagina was actively milking my penis like thirsty new-born calf at the teet and it wasn’t long before I had an intense orgasm. Afterwards we cuddled and had a great chat about her life and how she got into the business. “So how long have you been doing this?” I began with my customary conversational clumsiness. “Not long,” Sally replied. “I’m doing some study at university and decided to do this to pay my way.” “How’s it all going?” I prodded. Sally rolled onto her side and began stroking the hair on my chest. “Really well. I’ve got one client who books me for 2 hours every week. This is much better than the waitressing I used to do.” I thought about that for a while. Sally had given me the best sexual experience of my life. The hour had cost me $350. I knew I wanted more of them. With Sally and other women. How much could I siphon from my pay while still keeping on top of my bills and other expenses? And how often could I take an hour or two off work to spend it? I saw Sally again 10 days after my first appointment and the lustre started to fade. She was working in a different apartment. “Oh, I only rent these for work,” she explained. “I share a house with a girl – a Christian – who would not be happy to have strange men visiting me for sex all the time.” And so, my foolish ‘girlfriend’ fantasy started to dissolve. I was not being entertained in Sally’s bedroom or even her home but rather in a rented for the purpose office. What added so much to the sex – not being ushered into an obvious work room, not being asked to bathe first or submit to a genital inspection, not being asked to hurry-up-and-leave afterwards, and of course being able to engage in oral sex sans latex – were all part of a service package. The sex was still fantastic and so I saw her again a month or so later. A different apartment again and a slightly cooler mood greeted me at the door. Sally didn’t respond to my touch with the same enthusiasm and her post-coital conversation included some criticism of other clients who waste her time or don’t know exactly what they want. It seemed to me that sex work for Sally had slipped from being a profession to a job. A more lucrative and fulfilling job than the waitressing she had retired from, but still a job. I will be forever grateful to Sally for introducing me to a genuine GirlFriend Experience. She opened a door through which I could see the possibility that sex workers could deliver their services in a way that satisfies their own sexual appetites as well as their clients. I needed more of this…

For Your Pleasure

So the Christmas season is upon us, along with school holidays, stress, anxiety and loads of crazier than crazy shit to deal with. 'Oh the joy' I hear you saying (and yes, the sarcasm is almost palpable lol).    Well why not come see me and let me relax you in a totally debaucherous manner 💋🙃   Situated in a quiet neighbourhood with ample parking, you will love the newly decorated surroundings, airconditioned room and sexy atmosphere.    Times will be varied (as they always are over holiday periods) so for a heads up, you can catch me on these days ary these hours for incalls (outcalls will still be 24/7) -   Thurs 12/12 - Mon 16/12: avail 24 hrs and for last minute bookings Tues 17/12 - Sat 21/12: incalls avail 11pm until 5.30am Sun 22/12 - 25/12: avail 24 hrs and for last minute bookings   More updates to come...    




great shag

Had a really good shag this morning with a lovely lady half my age.  Well, actually a bit less than half my age, but I digress.   She had contacted me and had been pleading with me for a fuck for ages, about three months anyway. So, I finally relented and agreed.    She was very compliant with any suggestion right up until the point of me agreeing, then, as if by magic, she suddenly realises that now she is in command, well rather her delicious pussy is calling the shots and then she immediately starts inserting conditions. But they were not too bad, just an early start and a large coffee.   As soon as we met she was into a very welcoming kiss, not a DFK but a nice kiss on the lips rather than on the cheek.   We sipped our coffees and then she moved towards the bedroom, her place really needed a clean up, but I had come to her place for an inspection. In the bedroom I started getting undressed and when I was naked she turned around so I could undo her bustier and gently prise her legggings off. More kissing and hands groping her nipples and upper thighs. She groaned pleasingly in anticipation , her hand gently holding my ever growing erection and all the time kisses each other on the lips and the nipples and eventually down to her beautiful labia. She was getting wetter and wetter as my fingers gently entered deep inside her vulva. I laid her back on the bed and commenced licking her very moist labial lips. She groaned pleasingly and explained that she was somewhat eager to enjoy being fucked after such a long delay.   After several minutes she turned and swallowed my throbbing cock into her mouth and began to vigorously suck and lick my balls. Marvellous, just fucking marvellous. I did not want to cum in her mouth as I really wanted to climax dep inside her. She changed position and clambered on top and then with those magnificent boobs pushing into my face she rocked on my cock now deep onside her. She groaned and eventually shuddered in what I can only hope was most pleasant for her too. She gently asked if I had come too. We giggled like young people do and I really enjoyed the intimacy of the situation.   I chuckled and after a while cleaned up and then we chatted in a post coital glow.    




Learning from a Pro

About a month after my first encounter with a sex worker, I decided to have another session and went for someone closer to my own age with the hope that it might lead to a more enjoyable and fulfilling experience. I found several potential candidates for my custom on the internet directory I browsed and I settled on Natalie as she was in my view the most attractive and competitively priced. I also liked the fact that she showed her face in her ads and on her own excellent website. Quite a few sex workers have their own websites that are linked to their ads in the various online directories and Natalie's is by far the best I have encountered. It was very well written, easy to navigate, and there were a lot of photos, ranging in quality from professionally taken glamour shots to casual cell phone selfies, that showed her in a wide range of sexy contexts. The description she provided of herself also painted a very enticing picture: What You See Is What You Get. Australian born, I’m a sassy blonde with long hair – a bit longer than shoulder length, silky smooth soft skin, a pretty face, lovely soft sensual lips, mesmerizing hazel eyes, I have a 36D natural bust and I’m a full size 12 (or a small size 14 – depends which way you look at it) with curves in all the right places… Your time with me will leave you with a smile on your face and a skip in your step… So, I texted Natalie one morning seeking a mid-afternoon appointment for half an hour of her 'Light GFE' service which supposedly entailed “not too little and not too much… just the right amount of intimacy for a brief encounter” I got a quick response and an appointment was confirmed for later in the afternoon. Natalie works from her private residence in Runcorn, a suburb quite some distance from Brisbane’s central business district and the inner western suburb I lived and worked in. She gave me fairly explicit instructions about what to do when I got there: [The complete address]. My car is parked on the footpath. You can park in the driveway or on the footpath or wherever you’re comfortable but please be considerate to my neighbours and please use discretion as this is my home where I live. There is a black gate near the pool - to the left of the driveway - it is unlocked - simply come through that to the front door. Please ring the doorbell button which is on the front door. See you then xox This, to me, was a much better way to provide location information than Phillipa's routine of needing new clients to text for a specific location once they arrived on a street or other escorts' practise (as I have learnt) of similarly requesting texts as clients arrive at the door of an apartment building. Like the showing of her face,  giving the open details of her location to an unknown client hinted that Natalie was in no way ashamed of her occupation and that she had no more need to be coy about her whereabouts that would a hairdresser, beautician or other personal service provider. I was looking forward to a more relaxed encounter. I did as the text suggested and parked in the driveway. The house seemed to be well maintained, the pool in the front yard was clean and I didn’t notice any security cameras. Christmas decorations lingered in the small window above the front door. Natalie's greeting upon opening the door was not particularly warm. Indeed, she seemed a little grumpy. She ushered me into a front bedroom that was barely large enough to accommodate the low set bed and her cabinet of supplies. Natalie then proceeded to dispense with the robe and panties she was wearing and told me to put all my clothes on a chair placed in the room’s built-in wardrobe. As I had bathed before leaving for the appointment, it was nice to be invited to undress and get into it from the outset. Natalie handed me a moist wipe after I finished undressing by taking off my socks. "Can you clean your hands with this?" she asked. “Because you’ll be touching my pussy..." Natalie asked me to lie face down on the mattress and she proceeded to dust my back with talcum powder before sliding her ample breasts up and down my back. She did this for a little while before suggesting I flip over for a similar treatment on my chest, genitals and face. All this was quite arousing, and I was soon erect and ready for more intimate contact. Natalie then retrieved some lube and a dildo from the bedside cabinet and after applying the lube to herself, she handed me the dildo to use on her while she equipped me with a condom and started giving me a blowjob. This required her to adopt an unusual position in which she draped her upper torso across my thighs, propped herself up on one elbow and positioned her hips close by my right hand, Natalie then cocked her left knee into the air so that I had easy access to her genitals and looked into my eyes while sucking my penis. This was quite alluring and certainly contributed to the enjoyment of her body and the oral attention she was providing. I soon dispensed with the toy and instead took to running my fingers between her labia and gently teasing her clitoris. She moaned a little in response but I did not get the impression she was getting aroused by it. After 5 to 10 minutes of this, Natalie climbed on top and I was soon inside her. This was an altogether better experience than my first encounter with a sex worker. For a start, Natalie positioned herself in such a way that I could suck her nipples as she moved back and forth. She also proceeded slowly so that I could hold myself in check, so to speak, and enjoy the sensations more fully. The slow and steady, slightly elevated process was continued with Natalie facing the other way and this afforded me a wonderful view of my penis sliding in and out of her. After several minutes of this, Natalie asked if I wanted to try another position. I thought about a rear entry approach - doggy - but chose a more traditional 'missionary' position instead. I wanted to look down on this handsome woman as I fucked her. “Can I get on top?” “Of course you can,” Natalie said. She smiled as she climbed of me and lay on her back spreading her legs wide. She was really quite attractive for a woman approaching a certain age. Her breasts were quite pert and her skin was taut and smooth. A small sparse patch of dark blond pubic hair remained on her mound. I thought about asking Natalie if I could run my tongue between her lovely pink labia, where my fingers had previously delved, and suck on her clitoris to see if I could coax some genuine arousal from her, but I doubted this fit within the ‘Light GFE’ service inclusions. Instead, I climbed atop her, slid inside and began thrusting with increasing vigour. Natalie assisted the motion a little by rocking her hips and it wasn’t long before I bought myself to a climax that was very satisfying. My whole body shook with the spasms of release and I lowered myself onto her, quite spent. This seemed to catch Natalie a little by surprise and she held me close as I recovered my breath. I appreciated being held in this way. I took the opportunity to kiss her neck and enjoy the smell of her skin, if only for a few seconds. Like Phillipa before her, Natalie didn’t appear to take any physical pleasure from her work and neither did she fain enjoyment. It was a clinical, if professional, experience and her holding me like this was no more than a curtesy. After we disengaged and performed a perfunctory clean-up with the aid of a few more moist wipes, Natalie became much more at ease and we had a pleasant chat in which she was happy to answer my newbie questions about her long career as a sex worker. She was friends with some of the other providers I was thinking of visiting and held a second job as a manager at a well-known Brisbane brothel. Natalie didn’t mind telling me all this and she seemed happy to entertain me in this way for a while longer than my half hour booking. I took Natalie up on her offer of a shower before I left, and she gave me a hug as I handed her the money on my way out the door. A second visit to Natalie a few months later yielded a very similar experience except that her initial grumpiness was a little more severe. This had the unfortunate effect of making it difficult for me to achieve an erection and I was worried that the trip out to Runcorn might be in vain. To her credit, Natalie handled this situation well and, sensing my problem, allowed me to touch her more deeply. This did the trick and the intercourse that followed progressed in a satisfactorily similar manner to the prior appointment. And again, like the first time, the completion of the sexual activities led to a quick thawing of Natalie’s demeanour and we had a delightful conversation about a recent ocean cruise she had taken and the fun she had telling a pretentious random dinner companion what she did for a living. "Well, Jeanette, if you must know, I'm an escort..." Handing her the money at the door as I left her house for the second time, I was a little disappointed that the Natalie I met wasn't as delightful as the Natalie presented by her website. Her initial grumpiness and lack of enthusiasm for the work were a little off-putting. But I was grateful for her awareness of my physical and social needs, and the way she paced the sessions to give me a more satisfying experience. I had a far better time with Natalie than I had with Phillipa a month or so earlier, but the sex was still clinical and detached. I wanted something more… "Here," Natalie said as she handed me back one of the notes. "You didn't really get your full half hour's worth".    




Redecorating is a BITCH!

Well incalls have been quite a feat to accomplish the past couple weeks... see, I'm kind of an impulse buyer. (Who am i kidding, I'm just an impulsive person 83% of  the time lol)...  Anyhow, i went out to get a new grill plate from Bunnings the other week (😍Bunnings) and long story short, $400 later and it seems I'm redecorating my house 🤣 it's already looking AMAZING but it's made incalls a lot harder at the moment. But it's all going to be worth it in about  another week. 




My first time

After a lot of browsing on Escorts and Babes, I chose Phillipa to be the first sex worker I would visit. She was Australian, young, had some tattoos, and despite not being able to see her face in the ad, seemed to be quite attractive. The text of the ad proclaimed her to be “bubbly… fun… fit…” and the photos were “verified by the editor”. She was also competitively priced at $150 for the half-hour of undetailed Girl Friend Experience (GFE) service. Following the ‘text messages only’ instruction and not having much of a clue what else to do, I sent her what I considered to be an appropriate inquiry: Hi Phillipa, I’m interested in spending half an hour with you this afternoon… are you available and is your place air-conditioned? Justin.   It was a scorching hot day in mid-February 2019 when I decided I was definitely going to do this, and I felt a cool, comfortable environment was a must. Within a few minutes Phillipa replied letting me know that she was available, that she did indeed have air-conditioning and that if I wished to confirm a booking for 2:30pm, she would provide me with some details as to her location in the suburb of Annerley not too far away. This I did and I was told the name of the street that she operated from. I was told to “Stand on the corner of [an intersecting street] and text” her when I arrived there for the house number. I expected to get an almost instant erection from this confirmation that not only would I soon have my first new sexual partner in 14 years, but that she was also an attractive woman around half my age. This didn’t happen though, and I started to worry that the whole sexuality exploration venture I was embarking on might be a bad idea. Perhaps I was harbouring guilt about the secretive way I was researching sex worker availability and hadn’t really convinced myself that visiting a sex worker isn’t an act of partner betrayal. I was also anxious about whether or not I would achieve a sexual release as this had been a major problem for me to that point. After parking in a nearby street, I hid my wallet and regular phone in the glovebox and proceeded to the designated corner with only the car key, my illicit activities phone, and the money in my pockets. Thankfully, Phillipa responded to my “I’m here” message almost immediately and I was given a street number just a few houses away on the other side of the street. I have since learnt that this practice, which she obviously used to check me out and make a more informed risk assessment before I got her actual address, is quite unusual as were the obvious security cameras at her door. The door was opened by the woman whose photos appeared in the online ad, but she was shorter than I expected and had multi-coloured rather than natural red hair. I was shown through to her ‘office’ which contained a queen size bed covered with a fitted sheet and a couple of pillows, a bed-side cabinet that held her supplies, a bin for their disposal and a music system playing some contemporary music I was unfamiliar with. The window was heavily shaded and the lights were dim. Phillipa sat on the bed and regarded me with the mild interest a cat shows in a distressed mouse. “I’m quite nervous…”, I began. “Ok,” Phillipa responded. “Let’s do the money first and then I want you to take a shower.” She pointed at the adjoining small bathroom and I went there to undress and bathe after handing over the cash. After drying myself, I returned to the bedroom to find Phillipa had undressed and resumed her former position and somewhat detached demeanour. She patted the mattress next to her and I climbed on and lay on my back. I still had no erection and I was a little concerned that my nerves would conspire to keep me confined in the prison of unrequited sexual desire I had fashioned for myself and occupied for over 30 years. Phillipa lay beside me and started running her hand up and down my side. I turned towards her and reciprocated the action before moving to caress her small firm breasts and tight bottom. “You’ve got lovely breasts”, I offered. “Thank you”, she acknowledged. After a few minutes of this, I was relieved to find my body finally responding and I started to get the erection I feared would not appear. Phillipa noticed too and started stroking it to move things along. I expected the first intimate touch of another woman to be an electrifying experience, but it wasn’t particularly. Her grip around the base of my penis was too firm and I felt some mild chafing. Phillipa stopped this after a minute or so and reached for a condom that she swiftly removed from its wrapper and rolled down the length of my now fully erect penis. She then gave me my first ‘covered blow job’. Again, I was a little underwhelmed by the experience. It is a strange sex act that mitigates almost all the enjoyment that is usually gained from having one’s penis sucked. There is no wetness, little warmth and none of the delightful variations in texture you would otherwise feel as the provider’s tongue slides up the shaft and over the glans, or when the penis is sucked deep into the mouth and bathed with saliva. And while sex workers are not performing this service for their own enjoyment it's hard to imagine the experience of performing fellatio on a sheathed penis is anything other than unpleasant if not loathsome. Nevertheless, I made appreciative and encouraging noises while Phillipa went about the task. We then moved to the next phase of the service: “What position would you like to try?” “Could you climb on top?” Phillipa reached for a large tube of lubricant and applied a generous portion to her vulva before straddling me and sliding onto my penis. This was an altogether more satisfying experience with encouraging pressure all-round and welcoming warmth. I moaned with genuine delight to finally be having a new sexual experience. I also started to feel a fullness at the base of my penis that suggested I would indeed achieve an orgasm during this encounter, and this added to my growing relief. Phillipa then leaned forwards towards my head a bit and started rocking back and forward above me. It was a clinical performance and she made no effort to fain any enjoyment from the process. I didn’t mind as the sensations were pleasant and my body was responding as I had long hoped it would. I ejaculated a few minutes later. Phillipa then slid off me and retrieved a disposable wipe for my post coital clean-up. “Just put them in the bin there”, she clarified. We then lay quietly together for a while. Eventually I told her how anxious I was, that I was fearful that I wouldn’t be able to have sex in this scenario, and that she was the first sex worker I had visited. “You did fine”, Phillipa offered. I wasn’t so sure. The whole encounter had a detached feel to it. Phillipa made no effort to put me at ease, to build a rapport nor to invite any of the usual intimate elements to the encounter. She didn’t kiss me or encourage me contribute to the process in any way. To me, it seemed she wanted nothing more than to complete the transaction promptly and with minimal fuss. It was in no way a Girl Friend Experience. Of course, you only get to visit your first sex worker once, and other, more generous, providers have shown great skill in helping me overcome my initial nervousness, relax and enjoy intimate and exciting sexual encounters. With hindsight I would choose one of these to pop my cherry before Phillipa who seemed simply to just want to get the job done. At the time, after partaking in a second shower, getting dressed and being shown to the door, I was just relieved to learn that my past and my assessment of it would not prevent me from leading a more interesting and fulfilling sex-life in the year to come.




Back At It

So after a week of being AWOL, i am back at it. My assignments for the year are completed, my role plays performed and an outstanding review given from my lecturer.   It's amazing the way the human brain works, and i love psychoanalizing people. The funny thing is, i would have never thought i could put into practice what I've learnt from my studies, into the job role i am in now. But apparently, I give off a very warming, open and non judgmental vibe that seems to make people spill their darkest dreams/ fears/ desires/ worries etc. It has been an eye opener... about life in general, not men specifically. It's heart warming,  knowing that after a session, who ever it is I've been with leaves not just a load lighter (pun intended) but feeling better to a degree from being able to vent, or because they've gained anothers perspective or opinion. Sometimes it's good just knowing I've been able to get someone to see something from a different angle.    See, contrary to what a lot of people believe, it's not just sex that us girls are hired for 😜😚




Just Do It

Just do it.  One of the most famous slogans around.  We can thank Nike for that.  But we’ve seen that slogan adopted in so may other ways that it no longer belongs in performance sport alone and has become a mantra for so many of us.  I, for one, am glad that I took Nike’s advice.   For the longest time, I’d been one of those reserved soccer mums, although in my case the sports were more footy and cricket.  You know, suppressing the wild side of me to make sure the kids and the hubby were fine, not drawing attention to myself, not causing controversy, not wanting to be gossip fodder for the neighbourhood.  Until it just got a little too much and I said fuck it.   Just like a dam that hadn’t had any release, one day I just said enough was enough.  After years of a mundane routine that included a nearly non-existent sex life, I decided that I couldn’t take it anymore.  So, I got rid of the hubby, kept the kids, and let the inner beast in me out.  I was literally just going to do it.  Or more precisely, I was going to do the next piece of male meat I could find.   The first Friday after the hubby moved out, I went on the prowl.  I was tentative.  I hadn’t done this in years.  But the anticipation made me all horny as well.  I rounded up 2 of my girlfriends to head out for a night of drinking and partying but warned them that I was in hunting mode.  We got to the pub and had a nice meal and a few drinks and that started the engine going.  Then we went to another pub where a great 80’s cover band was playing.  Who doesn’t love some 80’s music?  And after about an hour, I spotted my prey.  He was tall, he was brunette, he had no facial hair, he looked fit, and he was easy on the eye.  He looked like he was with a couple of mates, but he didn’t seem to have any female by his side.  Perfect!   I managed to shuffle my way through the crowd of people bopping away to the music to just within a couple people in front of him.  I made sure I was in his line of sight.  And luck would have it that the music was so upbeat that people were turning around and just bopping away, so I just so happened to turn around to face him.  Close up, he looked even better than from a distance and I started to fantasize of the ways I was going to have him tonight.  And he looked down and smiled at me, and I returned a coy smile.  You know the type of smile that says, “hello Romeo, what you doing later?”  At some point, not sure if it was subconscious or just dumb luck, but I found myself face to face with him.   “Hello …” I said.  “Hi!” he responded and seemed keen.  We did the usual small talk back-and-forth ritual that I like to call “the dance of the horny singles figuring out their chances”.  I found out his name was Jack, he was 32, and he was a chippy, to which I laughed and he asked why, and I said that I thought Jack Hammers were more for construction than carpentry, all the while thinking to myself that he could jackhammer me all night if he wanted to.  He laughed at that, and that started things rolling towards an inevitable adventure.  As they say, Alice had gone down the rabbit hole.  At some point soon after that, I texted the girls to not worry about me as I had “hooked one”, and before long we were heading back to his place.   When we got to his place, and got to his bedroom, the hesitation struck me again.  It’s been a while for this old duck.  And the sex that I’d been having with hubby had been the mundane 3-minute wonder, probably once every 2 months.  How’d I handle this?  Then Jack took off his shirt and the sight of his chiselled body with that gorgeous 6-pack made my nerves jump 3 more levels.  What if I got naked and he didn’t like what he saw?  What if he felt uncomfortable with a woman who could easily have been his mum (admittedly she’d have had to been pregnant as a 14 year old, but still…).  What if … oh, shut up you idiot, he took you home didn’t he?  Look at that body, you want to fuck him, don’t you? And he came over and kissed me as he undressed me.  It wasn’t one of those sweet kisses you see on rom coms either, it was an animalistic “I’m gonna fuck your brains out” kind of kiss.  Yep, one of those “slam you against the wall, frantic undressing, tongue hockey” jobs. When we were both naked, he looked at me and the lust in his eyes told me all my fears from moments ago were just my own mind games.   I got on my knees and took him in my mouth.  Oh god, that felt – and tasted – awesome.  The fact that his virile young cock sprang to attention so quickly just made me hornier.  And I might have been mistaken, because this Jack may wield a hammer, but he had a mighty impressive beanstalk!  We spent the better part of the next 30 minutes just exploring each other’s bodies, and his tongue definitely knew where my clit was.  And when he drove it into my arse, it just made me wild. When he eventually came up for air and I gently guided him in, I was so wet that he just slid his whole length in me without any trouble.  We fucked like we were in a porn movie that night.  I had him in so many different positions, the Kama Sutra would have had trouble keeping up.  Jack fucked my pussy, my mouth, my arse and I loved every second of it.  After all these years of humdrum sex, this was what it was like to really be fucked like I deserved.  And the fact he was young meant he just kept recuperating and going again, which was sheer utter bliss for me.  Truth be told, I had more mouthfuls of his cum than I had cocktails that night.   In the morning, I got up really early and snuck into the shower.  Years of getting up to hurry the kids up, even on the weekends for their sport, just made it a habit for me.  Only thing was this morning, as I had my eyes closed and letting the shower soak through my hair, I felt Jack come up behind me and caress me.  And I felt all warm and glowing and tingly from that.  And I felt his raging hard boner too.  Well of course we fucked in the shower, I couldn’t let the man have a boner without relief!  After the shower, I got dressed and started to head out when Jack asked if he could have my number.  I paused, pondered the question for a brief moment, then said perhaps not, but I knew where I could probably find him on any Friday night.  And left.   The next week, I went hunting again.  With the girls … again.  And I found Cameron.  Cameron was slightly older than Jack, probably late-30’s.  And owned his own business.  Blonde, 5 foot 9, divorced, no kids.  The perfect prey.  And he fucked like a teenager, only with much better technique and he definitely knew how to please a woman in bed.  Seemed to particularly like doggy … not that I had any issue with that at all.  Probably not as many repeat erections as Jack, but he more than made up for that with the amount of sensual touching and tongue-work he imparted.  This old duck was extremely satisfied the next morning as I snuck off before Cameron awoke.   The next time, I decided to go hunting solo.  Partly because the girls had something on, and partly because I was starting to get my confidence back.  And I found Luther.  Big, tall, black man with a smile that lit up a room and eyes that were both cheeky and intense at the same time.  Luther towered over me.  Over most men, actually.  And he also fit quite nicely on my bucket list.  I’d never had a black guy before, so I was gonna have me some fun.  And fun I had indeed.  I know girls have said that not all black dudes have big dicks, but Luther did.  It was big.  Like 11 inches of it.  And he knew how to use it.  By the end of the night, my pussy was pulsing, my arse was twitching and my mouth was slobbering.  They’d all been well and truly fucked, but they would just as comfortably welcome another round of Luther.  And whatever it is that Luther does to keep fit, it’s working, because he could just go again and again and again.  We even fucked twice in the morning before I left.  And it was a shame to leave, but the parting sight of the sweat glistening against that ebony 8-pack of his was enough to keep me going all day.   And as I got into my car to drive home, I thought to myself that all that time that I was putting up with compromise, I should have gotten the courage up to get back on the horse and enjoy life.  Life’s too short anyway to not have a go.  You know what?  Nike was right.  Just do it.  I did.  And baby, I’m back!



Do's & Don'ts (Who'da thunk it)

Hey... U up? Available? Hey bby, wanna fuk? Hi. How much? When can u be here? I wanna fuk, but only if ull do it for $80. Send pics!!!   Really? That's how you speak to the receptionist when making a doctor's appointment? Or your mechanic when booking in your car? When your told the cost of your order, do you haggle the prices? So why is it that so many people can be so disrespectful to those providing a service such as sex work? This is  a profession that predates the effin BIBLE, yet not only does society in general place a stigma on it, those that use the very same services do!   Ok I get that you don't like the cost involved, but most every escort that advertises, advertises their prices also. Therefore, you already know before contact if you can afford/want to pay that amount. It is NOT ok to then contact said worker and try and knock the prices she has set. Because although you may think this sort of job is 'easy money', or no work at all, I can honestly assure you, you have  no idea all this job entails.    More importantly, those that think they have the right to dictate what they're going to pay or what a girl or her services is worth,  i want to remind you of this one, primary and most important fact...   You are arguing about paying for a human being! A human BODY!! THAT YOU WANT TO DO SEXUALLY EXPLICIT THINGS TO!!!   Maybe think about that the next time, before you tell a girl you don't like her prices.    



Gentlemen, PLEASE Take Note...

A few weeks ago, i was contacted by a gentleman for a first time booking with me. In his first message, he stated his name, the length of booking he was wanting and the desired time. No ping pong messages, and everything arranged within a couple of texts. Upon his arrival, i met him at the door and showed him to the bedroom, where i was handed a beautiful, long stemmed, red rose and an envelope. This was a gent that knew the 'rules' of the game, understanding the professional side of things and showing respect for the role that myself, and others like me, pay in today's society. That alone allows me to provide my best services; I felt relaxed, respected and and comfortable. Absolutely lovely man and a fantastic time had. And in general, this is the majority of all the clients I see. Reason being? As an independent escort, I choose who I see. If you're disrespectful on the phone or through text, move on. I'm not going to see someone in person when they're trying to undercut my prices or just be a disrespectful wanker on the phone. Like any business, there is a respectful process to enquiring after and booking an escort. When you're respectful and polite, you would be surprised in the difference of others attitudes.    There are a lot of men that could and should take a lesson from this gent. This is how you book and greet an escort. 



What's the role of a Sex Worker ?

What is the role of a Sex Worker  ?   An interesting question to ask when consideration is given to the wide variety of clients a sex worker is exposed to.   Why see a sex worker ?   This really is such a huge question once you can wrap your head around the fact that may clients see a sex worker for different reasons than your own.

A short yet not comprehensive list: A disabled client that can’t touch their own genitals and wish for sexual release A client who has a fetish that maybe seen as too extreme or weird for a partner A sexless marriage which isn’t meeting the needs of the client A practice partner for the first time client has sex A sex educator in which client wishes to learn more about themselves Concern about sexual performance and a ‘coach’ to guide them to satisfaction    In many respects these are the same reasons one may see a sex therapist too. This question is further exacerbated when consideration is given to the recent NDIS decision to award monies to a client for seeing a sex therapist which excluded sex workers.
https://www.abc.net.au/news/2019-07-11/ndis-to-pay-for-sex-therapist-after-landmark-ruling/11298838 https://www.abc.net.au/news/2019-07-11/ndis-to-pay-for-sex-therapist-after-landmark-ruling/11298838 https://www.theguardian.com/australia-news/2019/jul/22/we-are-sexual-beings-why-disability-advocates-want-the-ndis-to-cover-sexual-services    A question was raised in forum post about “ Would you consider yourself as more 'Health Service/Counsellor' or more 'Actress'?  “.

The answer to this question I feel isn’t so much about the qualifications or skill set of the workers, yet more on the intention of the client.
That may sound like a backwards statement, especially in this day and age- yet I didn’t say the qualifications didn’t matter, just that the intentions are a valuable part of the process.
Let’s be honest. The secretive nature of sex work in general makes the idea of seeing someone whom sells their time and body for money an unlikely ‘professional’ trade and yet that very lack of adherence to strict rules can actually make it the most ‘human & caring’ of all professions.
When hiring a worker, it’s not just the body, yet their intention, caring and ability to touch another a very powerful modality. That last part being a huge part. Most therapy modalities forbid any sexual contact ( or even just touch ) as it’s against professional boundaries- which I can understand- and yet at the same time does this dismiss the human experience that is sexual touch ?

When getting a massage, the genitals are usually excluded. Considering how often one may get a massage, what sort of message does this send to the human being lying on the table ?  Are your genitals not an important part of your being ? Now before you resist the temptation to place a joke like a 14yr old, maybe feel into why that reaction ‘is’ there in the first place ?
Where did you learn that your genitals where to be the brunt of jokes and not part of your very real, lived human experience ?  Where did you learn that the genitals are an acceptance part to be ignored when engaging in others ?

With a sex therapist you can talk about them to a client, even show some diagrams to them to show the different parts, but could a client ‘show’ you how they masturbate ?
Is this an acceptable part of sex therapy ?  According to the code of ethics… no.
Yet can a sex worker give very real hands on help ?  Yes they can.

So are sex therapy and sex work completely misaligned ? No .. they can and do work together. While a sex therapist will spend a lot of time talking, and this may seem counter productive and yet what if it came about that the sex you tend to have in always hard, fast and very pornographic ?
Nothing wrong with that, and yet if through therapy it came to your attention you'd never had slow, sensual, considered engagement in any sexual encounter, what would you do ?  Could the sex therapist strip off and guide you through a session in which you’re given constant reminder about the intention of the session ?
To have a very different experience to the one you seem to default to ?
Again the code of ethics dictates no. Yet would a suggestion to see a sex worker and describe your intention and how you’d like the session to go a valid and very real therapeutic benefit ? I'd say so ...

This then comes down to the question. So does a sex worker provide a therapy service ?   A recent twitter post below shows the stories that come out of the work of being a sex worker.

These stories are told among sex workers by the many, yet the general public hears them by the very few.   Maybe it's all the shame around sex ? Maybe it's the secretive nature that sex work is conducted with ?  Or maybe ... just maybe ... the the very human experience of sex itself ?   So to answer the question posted - Are sex workers a kind of therapist or more an actress ?
The answer  ? …. What’s your intention on the session ?

I welcome your comments below.

PS. I note that this brief blog was to point out the difference between a worker and a therapist. There are other modalities that fit into between these shades and that would be sexological body-worker and sexual surrogates. 

Scarlett B Wilde

Scarlett B Wilde

A First Time Guide To Adult Service Providers

This is my first time.
I’m not sure how to go about this ?
I’m sorry to have wasted your time.

This scenario comes up a lot, so here is a guide with questions to ask yourself so you may be better prepared for the upcoming adventure.

The question that comes up is how do I engage or introduce myself ? This is a question that I'd answer with a question. What are you looking to get out of the exchange ?  Most reply with.. umm.. sex ??? or even a more broader - just a good time.
  So further curiosity asks  - What type of sex are you after ?
Rough and ready ? Soft and sensual ? Wet and sloppy ? A more natural exchange as opposed to a full on porn experience ?   What about that fetish you always watch on porn and feel you'd like to try it out in real life ? Or a personalised experience that treats you as an individual ?

 My next question is - What's a good time for you ?
If you can't clearly state that in a two or three sentence answer, then I'm curious how you expect another to 'know' what it is your after ?  It’s not necessary to produce a ‘To do list’, yet how do you want to be treated ?
 Take the time to just think about that. You're paying for a service, yet when asked what type of service, you can't really answer. Best that a few moments are spared, so you don't go blowing your money then blame the other because you couldn't communicate your needs.
I can honestly say the worst type of client is one who only tells you what they don't like, yet can't articulate what they do.
Consider what you liked about previous experiences ? What didn't you like ? This should build a more fuller picture for you.

 What I'm enquiring about here are your needs. Why is it that you seek an adult service provider ? This means that you can then effectively communicate to the provider what it is you're after. This will only mean a more successful outcome for both involved. You know what you need, and the provider can answer those questions to provide a match or not.

These are the first two questions I ask, because I have a fair guess of the other questions coming and yet the answers to these first two questions, usually answers all the rest.

  Questions such as -
How Long should I look at  ?
 Again, this comes down to what you're after. If you've a list as long as your arm, asking for a half hour is a ridiculous proposition. Even if it's possible to act out all services in the allotted time, are you giving yourself time to actually enjoy and experience them ?  Is being in the throes of passion for a whole 2 mins and 33 seconds a viable option for you because you need to move onto service #13 on the list ? Something to think about.

How much should I spend ?
 Again, this comes down to your needs and desires. Every industry has a median. So in your research you find everyone charges $ 550 for the service and you find someone whom will do it for $110. I'm not so sure that's a wise purchase. Seems a bit too good to be true, yeah ?  Someone who's priced at $350 - 400 maybe an option worth considering yet don't necessarily let price dictate the service.
 Any amount of money is a waste if not serving the purpose you're after. Mainly, your needs being met. The example of $110. That's a lot to spend on a dud, yet the $400 can bring fantastic memories like a holiday if the right choice is made. And the choice is yours.
Addressing your needs and the time needed to actually feel them, will ultimately dictate the price you pay. If you find that it's more than you expected, it may be best to instead of giving up on your needs- save while you research more providers, which keeps you busy for the next two weeks, before you arrive at a grand total.

Something to be mindful of - While as Adult Service Providers we bring alive fantasies and dirty thoughts, in actual fact we're running a business. So in your dealing with us before being in the room, best you keep that in mind. While as a client I need to respect your privacy, time, and space, please offer the same to a worker. You know what you're after. How long you'd like to experience that for, and the amount of money you'll pay to see it born into reality.

If you're looking to engage a private worker it's best to introduce in a professional manner with clear instructions on the how, what, where, when ?
An example such as -

Good Morning Scarlett,

Hope you are well ( this isn't needed, and yet politeness never offended anyone )
I saw your advert on Punter Planet ( again, while not entirely necessarily, a worker will greatly appreciate this )
I'm looking to spend 2 hours with you next Friday between 11am - 4pm if possible. ( you've given both an amount of time and your availability around that time. A provider has a calendar and I can check that against it. Asking if I'm available next Friday doesn't give me anything to check against. Clear times and availability do )
I'm looking for a more sensual experience with some strap on play and if you have rope to tie me up with, that's a bonus. I also like passionate kissing.
Is this something that you are happy to do ?
Let me know...


Note that Joe has asked a question, yet it's pretty clear of Joe's intentions and almost zero ambiguity. I have a few questions to ask in regards the text, yet I can and will engage a client with such an enquiry.

or  You available ?

Give me no idea of anything ?  Available when ? now ? How long ? What do I need to prepare ?  Can I serve you without knowing anything about your needs ?

These type of enquiries most likely get left alone, due to the arrival of Joe's response above. If you find workers not getting back to you, this maybe a case of your enquires needing more details.
Personally I'll reply with more questions which you've been fortunate to have read through already.

   DO's & DON'TS
I can't speak on behalf of other providers on the do's that they do, so best you ask up front if there's something you'd like to happen during your time together, yet I can state a few Don'ts that would apply to almost all providers out there.
Haggle prices- You have every right to state and stick to a budget you dictate, yet although your intent may not be malicious, your attempt to cheapen someone will rarely go down well. Your eating into someone's pay packet.
Imagine if you will, in your job of 38 hours a week, you notice one week a missing $ 200 from your pay. You ring the payroll dept expecting a mishap has happened and it will soon be rectified. To your horror you employer has decided that they aren't going to pay you that amount that week. What ?!  I worked yet you're cutting my pay ?! Exactly. You can disagree with the rates, sure. Yet best you just move along to someone whom is within your budget range and meets your needs.
No one likes to be cheapened, and as the sex industry is a very personal one, that's exactly how it will come across as. Best to never ask than risk offending.

Don't get too personal -
  Now while the nature of the deed is a business transaction, I personally like to respect that it's two human beings coming together. This doesn't mean that I'm suddenly going to reveal my personal life to you. I honestly believe that will have no standing on the level of service I provide to you, yet incessantly insisting on 'knowing' things about me usually builds discomfort in the provider. If they choose to tell you something, then lucky you, yet if you aren't one to understanding or respect boundaries I'll ask you to reconsider if engaging another is right for you right now. Everyone has the right to privacy... everyone.

In closing I'm hoping those of you that are first timers may read through this a couple of times as I'm of the firm believer this will only further enhance your success to a great first time meeting of an adult service provider and hope that the adventures and time ahead are enjoyable and fulfilling overall.

All the best in your travels !

Scarlett B Wilde

Scarlett B Wilde


The aging escort

Having been a punter for 20 years, I have a list of reliable/dependable go-to ladies and another list of randoms that are entertained when there is nothing available off the regular menu.   I've observed some of my fav girls leave the circuit to start a new life (eg family, steady bf etc), some come back and others disappear into the twilight forever. But there are some that solider on, from bright eyed fresh 20 somethings to worn out tired 40 somethings.    A recent experience of my of my fav regular involved an obese client that fell in her tub and couldn't get up so the police/fire department had to come in. The guy did a shit too which she had to clean up after all was resolved. Sadly she lost time, money and ended up with a filth-turd collection to clean up while dry retching. She said at 44 years of age she literally can not believe the 'shit' she has to deal with to pay the bills. I felt a little sad at knowing this lovely lady that brings me joy has to deal with so many clients on a weekly basis that bring her distress.    Another of my fav was telling me she can't get clients unless she offers more as a older escort. Recently she had to agree to water sports, being spat on and hardcore BDSM to keep the cash flowing.   The older escort these days have not just younger girlies to compete with in addition to the sheer volume of escorts flooding the market (at least in NSW). Look at the Private Girls website, at least 80% more girls than just 8 years ago.   So my advice to the older escort is built a loyal client base, save/invest your money well and get out before you burn out physically and psychologically.  




Point Taken.....

Scarlett B Wilde   Venus Nymphs   Posted 15 June Hmmmm..... I've this gorgeous beautiful woman beside me, dressed seductivity, and she's mine. All mine...
God she.....oh, and the smell... oh my god her smell.
Ohhh... and there's that smile, god I love it when she....... awwwwww.... you fucking bitch, you know I love i....... Ohhh.. Ohh.... My god .... touch me there..... You know I really want to....   Oh for FUCKS SAKE !!  You've put your panties on the inside of your suspender belt. I can not believe you've done that ....!!?!!?!

Missing the point much ?      



Business is Business ... Right ?!

Business is Business …. Right ?!   While engaging my clients I’m often asked why I started in the skin trade ?
‘No offence… You just seem soo ……sorry... doesn’t matter’

It’s actually a difficult question for anyone to name a reason. Mainly because give any proper thought longer than mere minutes, and you’ll start to see the many, many twists and turns in your life that bring you to the now.

So... I’m not a good enough writer nor even prepared to type out an epic autobiographical tome about my life, so I’ll name the moment that was the catalyst.
  catalyst /ˈkat(ə)lɪst/ noun a substance that increases the rate of a chemical reaction without itself undergoing any permanent chemical change.
"chlorine acts as a catalyst promoting the breakdown of ozone" a person or thing that precipitates an event.
"the prime minister's speech acted as a catalyst for debate"   Jill* was what I’d call a rough woman, a self made woman, a strong independent woman. She seemed head strong and determined to go with what’s what.
I’m employed to engage her and help her business thrive. She’s been in the industry for years, so she tells me, and yet I can see some bad choices have been made-  given my current understanding of the environment I find her in.
She’s moved shop yet hasn’t told anyone ?  Why ? Still, I’m here to help her, and help her I will. Or so I thought. Aghhh Jill. That woman had balls of steel, and to get even a sniff of difference from her seemed a wasted effort.   Her business was in the dying stages. Having entered the last quarter, I predict she’ll close within 6 months. I was wrong. When construction happened in the local area, she lost one and half months of passing trade. Yet she was still standing. The choices she was making seemed to be directly detrimental to her business. The bigger giants of businesses had moved to a newer model of operation, followed not so long after by the independents, yet it seemed that Jill knew better. She had a wealth of knowledge, yet she didn’t seem to be able to convert this into any cash flow whatsoever.   So this brought us closer to her departure as she persisted in her own methods and understandings to the detriment of her business. Her income. Until now.. Somewhat her life.   And yet it didn’t seem to faze her. She held a quiet confidence in her standing of the very ground she walked on. I had statements, budgets, spreadsheets and real life scenarios, and yet Jill was still happy to wind up the business. 27 years in the biz. Gone. She didn’t care what others thought, needed or wanted. Including me.
She had made the decision to turn face and start a new path. I knew the proposal to her business would of been a shock, it would have been successful, yet it just wasn't Jill ...really. It wasn’t.   I happened to be in town the last day of her trading and took an 8 minute detour to pop in and say goodbye. I stood by as she packed the last into boxes. The interior a starkness of not much left.
My eyes absorb the surroundings as a message of failure reaches my heart. I lean in the give Jill one last hug. I whisper “… sorry ” into her ear.
She pulls back from me with a puzzled look on her face “ Why ?“ I motion to the environment. She fires back a smirk almost immediately then her lips part  “… Don’t..”.   As my corporate training taught me. Learn from your mistakes. You’ve failed. You’ve failed to help the client. You’ve failed to secure a contract. Scarlett. You’ve failed.

As I drive away, on my way to my next port of call, I have a good 25 minutes to ponder my thoughts. Okay.. I’ve failed. I failed.   I failed.. I failed to see what Jill had. Contentment. Now in no way am I saying that Jill was unaware of some of the turmoil she faced in life, yet she was happy. Truly she was. Where was that in my budgets ? My spreadsheets ? My incredibly sales pitchy antidotes designed to bring clients round ?
How do I measure that ? What formula can I use to bring the analytics I needed to report on ?  Where…..
  Am I content ?
  Am I Content ?   Am I  …. ?  
  4 years later - I’m in full time employment as an ASP. Adult Service Provider. 

   * Names have been changed to protect identities on living persons.



Scarlett B Wilde

Scarlett B Wilde

A working girl talks about The BoyFriend Experience™

A working girl talks about The BoyFriend Experience™      What the hell is the boyfriend experience ?   
    First it’s best to add bit of back story..

As a working girl for quite a few years now, I’ve seen the industry change and vary in many interesting, and to be honest, challenging ways. As I’ve listened to my old-skool sisters of their days ‘walkin’ the Cross’, I am struck by which- while laws around sex work makes the occupation difficult at times- today more than any other time, the sex industry operates with remarkable ease. Ease in finding the product or service, ease in which said product or service is delivered, and also access into, and acceptance of, use of said product or service.

With this ‘ease’ also comes the side effect of ‘consumerism’. The idea that money can, and let's be honest does, buy *virtually anything. In the world of the independent escort it will buy the time, skill set and dedication of the service provider. The provider is expected to perform to a certain level of competence and is expected to ‘give their all’ that is possible within the means and constraints that the provider finds themselves in. I pay the escort, I expect them to give me 100%.
As an escort myself I totally agree with this mindset and wish for my clients to get the best ‘bang for buck’ when they spend time with me.
Yet I’ve been struck how, in maybe the last 4-5 years things like voicemails are no longer left when a missed call from a potential client is placed. Communication seems to be less warm and one sided, and a general reluctance to engage with the service provider makes the task of providing outstanding service quite difficult, as the clients seems to take a very passive stance on what is quite frankly, a very human, and intimate experience / service.

The area I hear the most difficult in is the GirlFriend Experience. While I have my own thoughts and ideals of what this marketing term means, in practicality it’s industry speak for a set of circumstances and services offered within the time together. Namely, passionate kissing, a genuine warm and smooth exchange, a slower and somewhat more sensual exchange of physicality, with the ethic to speak none ill of the other partner.
For an exchange such as this to come about, within the environment there should be warmth and invitation, on both sides. The issue of contention here is that if I as a female escort I am to play the ‘girlfriend’, you as a possible male client will have to play the ‘boyfriend’. For this to happen it would pay to consider the others needs as well.
To passively enter a room, place money on a counter, lie on the bed and expect the other to make up for two would be incredibly challenging for the provider, and any chance of successful engagement is near nil as the client isn’t open to any warmth as they aren’t offering their own.

Consumerism rears its head when it’s thought that in the exchange of money, came a certain drop in engagement or presence on their behalf. This is dangerous thinking due mainly to the financial aspect of the exchange. If you’re to pay hundreds of dollars in an exchange for an experience that is at least hopefully successful and by all standards, memorable, then being present and active during the exchange is bound to bring a more enjoyable time together.

And let’s also speak of the obvious. The nature of this exchange, while fuelled and brought into the market as a very human desire, is a business transaction. So while a power balance has been introduced within the area of participation - one party is now obligated to engage for the duration of the interaction- my personal experience of myself and other service providers I’ve chatted with, we’re more than happy to as our immediate needs are taken care of within the financial exchange. Essentially you’ve ‘bought me’ and my presence, so take full advantage of this.
Now let’s not forget that the presence and engagement of the client will have an effect on how the time spent together goes. I’ve found within the consumerism of today, a ‘fix it’ attitude is introduced into the engagement. The idea that money can buy away any responsibility.
Hey doctor I'm feeling sick, fix me. Hey therapist, I’m not well, fix me. Hey trainer, I’m stiff & unfit, fix me.

The likelihood of success from any of the above mentioned scenarios is that if you actively participate and get behind the services of the provider, you’ll realise that work needs to be done on your end as well for a successful outcome to occur. Doctor's give medications to help heal the body, yet the body actually heals itself. Any instructions in changes of lifestyle only enhance the chance of success.
A therapist may guide you as you seek to find peace within yourself, yet most if not all work will be done with the soul searching you do within yourself.
A trainer can shout and teach exercises yet consistency of pushing one’s self to further limits, yields the success of a fitter, healthier body.
Millions are made every year off services, which seemly add ‘quick’, ‘easy’ options to those that may be just a little too lazy to truly get anything meaningful out of the exchange they find themselves in. Fad diets, Get rich schemes, and devices which enhance and make ‘life easier’ are certainly brilliant cash cows for the businesses that born them, yet the client will probably look back after the expense and think that the idea to engage in such a manner won't really yield desired outcomes in the long term.

So… the BoyFriend Experience
 While I have my own thoughts and ideals of what this marketing term means, in practicality it’s industry speak for a set of circumstances and services offered within the time together. Namely, passionate kissing, a genuine warm and smooth exchange, a slower and somewhat more sensual exchange of physicality, with the ethic to speak none ill of the other partner.

Scarlett B Wilde

Scarlett B Wilde


The next few years

Well now it seemed I had a fascination with strippers and the pursuit of RnT places. I was relatively cashed up and through a lot of cash at strippers in Adelaide and Melbourne. I was a pretty easy and generous target but hey they made me feel good.  The mostly Handley street massage places were much more miss than hit but hey it was still fun.    One thing i noticed is that is that unlike the movies when a wife dies you don’t really get that endless supply of lasagne from the single ladies which is a shame because I do enjoy lasagne.    One lasy that did contact me was an old friend from school. The cute little really smart blonde girl I had a crush on back then. She contacted me innocently about the up coming reunion. We got chatting and chatting and got to know each other quite well over cyber space.    I think she she was leading the conversation to sex and my word.. starting with, have you ever etc and we’ll she certainly out did me. Showing me nudes,Telling me she had sex with her ex husbands mates wife in front of them. Showed me a no face pic of her and the girl with the double ended dildo. Wow..   Thay ended up separating and I got to know her while she was with a married guy she worked with who was promising to leave his wife. She told me of what they got up to away from his wife. Like her wearing no panties to work and flashing him. Daytime sex in the parklands amongst the bushes. All fun but kinda normal so far.    Mince they went to club x and had sex while lots of guys watched closely and wanted. Wow hot. He found a guy who wanted to try cream pie and they fucked in front of him and after she spread her smooth pussy for the stranger to lick his cum from her. That for me was a massive turn on. I asked if she had shared her bloke with another guy as in a bi 3 way. They had done it but he wasn’t into it. She then asked if I’d ever considered a guy and unfortunately I lied and said no. So she downgraded the question to ‘had I tasted my own cum’ of which I answered yes. That pleased her. I wished I’d been totally honest with her.    We kinda went our separate ways and both ended up with long term heterosexual partners..    funny thing is is there is still chances to tell her because we now socialise together 




Wife 2 now and the RnT

Eventually I did meet wife number 2, she was 5 years older and right for me.. sexually she new what she liked and didn’t mind making noise and being fun in the bedroom.  I did enjoy the noises she made while sucking my cock it seemed like she really enjoyed it which did make for an even more pleasurable experience.  She did have other fun tricks like holding her nice tits together while I fucked them until I blew up her neck and face. She didn’t understand the fascination with coming on her face but she went with it. Good girl    once again my pleasure from hearing of her past sex life reared it’s head again with me attempting to get her to tell me sexy stories. She wasn’t so much into it. I then started to buy her toys her favourite was a modestly sized glass dildo. She loved the sensation and I loved seeing it in her but it didn’t quite satisfy my desire to see her really filled.  I did manage to get her to talk a little about a hung black guy she’d been with which was very much a turn on. So I bought her a very large ‘life like’ black dildo. ‘To big’ she said while I attempted to gently slide it in. Fair enough I suppose it really was big, very thick, quite impressive.  Then one day much to my delight she sent me a little movie.. a close up oh her lower naked body. Sitting down on the enormous thick black dildo. She had managed to take it all and was sliding up and down. Oh my, good girl. While sitting down all the way on the black dildo that was ‘to big’ she was rubbing her clit with what now seemed like her very small glass friend. She kept up this momentum until she started to shake and moan loudly. Great show geez I watched that a lot.    We would have naked days, where from getting up in the morning we’d be naked all day together. In the backyard spa playing 8 ball and cooking the bbq. She would randomly suck or rub my cock and of course I’d enjoy rubbing my hands all over her naked smooth body. Fun times.    Then came the dark clouds. She became very ill.    Not a story for here.    But we we had to travel to the big city for treatment. And lots of time to wander the city.    Now ive always been fascinated by Asian girls and peered into the window of a few city Thai massage joints.  I found one and took the plunge. I thought you never know and got naked. She was very pretty and a great masseur. She was also very friendly and we chatted.  But nothing more was offered and I was far to naive and nervous to ask. I visited that place a few times, never asked but alway got the same girl. Until I didn’t. This time it was an older Asian women and her massage wasn’t as good but it was better. A more touching of areas I was hoping for more attention to my butt and up between my legs. This was exciting. On the flip I was hard.. she covered me and massaged more. More ‘accidental’ brushes and the towel slipped off. There I was laying on my back naked and rock hard my ok sized cock pointing skyward. She made the what I know now as the universal sign for ‘you want me jerk you’ yes I nod. Nervous negotiating a price and happy days. Goodness me what have I been missing out on.  I think this girl was moved on or moved herself on and was coaxed into another place down the road by the same girl for the same pleasant experience on another occasion.    My my wife passed away. RIP  




Wife 2 and between

Wife 1 gone.. turns out that now I’m a bit older and although I now know what I’m doing and what I like. Chicks weren’t throwing themselves at me as much and the ones that did were for different reasons.    Like   i used to to work with your wife, she was a cow so how about it. Hmmm ok sure.    This now was early internet and broadband.  Porn everywhere. I now had the ability to flirt with people anonymously all over the world. I found that there were sites for gay/bi/curious guys like me and was able to express my curiousness with like minded guys and perv at more penis and more pussy. I really enjoyed my cyber fun and guys liked chatting with me.    I just remembered something I used to do which should of been earlier. pre or early internet time I used to frequent public toilets and look for messages. I was never going to act or ring them but I was curious and excited.    Chatting away on gay contact sites you could narrow the search to locals. One thing I haven’t made clear is I lived in a country town of less than 25,000 people so kinda small. Some locals were kinda pushy I wasn’t into that. One local I got talking to was friendly and revealed quite a bit about himself. Like the fact that he was gay but married, where he worked etc. OMG I knew who he was.. I was very very excited, I revealed to him I knew who he was but I would definitely keep it a secret. I did and still do.. more later. He was disappointed I didn’t reveal myself and that I wouldn’t meet him.    I met met a girl interstate online we eventually met after much cyber and phone sex fun and she was a very horny girl who had some specific quirks. Although she was very experienced and loved anal said I was the first to ever cum in her butt. She also liked to be fingered vigorously from behind on all fours. A fun girl but to far away.    After a a few more one nighters of no particular note. The internet and my curiosity got the better of me and after chatting to a guy for a few weeks I agreed to meet him. Now we talked about what we could try before we met and what I think I might like.    I had told plenty of people people online that I’d like to try receiving or bottom and he knew that.. we discussed and agreed that I wasn’t quite ready. He asked if I’d kiss and I said probably not.    I drove to to his place and knocked on his door shaking with nerves. I sat on his two seater lounge thinking he’d sit with me.. he didn’t. We chatted and him sending my obvious nerves asked what do I want to do? Do I want to leave? I said no let’s go to your bedroom. We undressed and got on the bed face to face cock to cock.. we cuddled and I was rock hard, we stroked each other and then... kissed it was weird because of a tiny bit of stubble but it felt right. No regrets. We sucked each other and the rest is a bit of a blur. I’m sure we jerked each other to orgasm and after a little while I left.     



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    • SamBookher
      Makes Geoffrey Chaucer's, The Canterbury Tales seem pretty tame....  
    • Louie627
      JE, I am new to these circles. I totally get where you are coming from. Respect manners and courtesy  so very basic.  
    • Tall Paul
      So where is part 2 where the Evil Queen Cristal Hotbabe, jealous of our fair heroine for being the nastiest cum slut of them all, sends her to sleep with a poisoned butt plug until she's woken by a kiss from Prince Charming and he uses all her holes happily ever after?
    • JustinCaseItsBroken
      Thanks for the feedback and advice, guys. The entries on my blog are draft chapters of a book I’m writing and so I have changed the names of the women and the establishments to make it anonymous... 
    • reckless
      Louis Theroux. ...like his work but he is a sort of journalistic ambulance chaser,   I believe he may have had the notorious pedo Jimmy Saville as a mentor....among others.
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