I'm staying at my sisters house for a few days. When I return I shall be preparing myself for my return to escort work and Sugar Daddy Buttering. I've two appointments set up for the following week, at restaurants in the West End. I am so looking forward to this! I've missed this for the last ten years but haven't done anything about it because of the BF, but now it's been discussed there is nothing to stop me.
It's not just the money- even though that is the initial reason for rekindling my past career choice. I wouldn't be shagging old blokes if there was no money involved, or at least some good shopping spree where I can buy stuff. Stuff I want to keep and stuff I want to sell of course.
Well, actually, I say I wouldn't be shagging old blokes, but I ain't no spring chook myself, so Silver Foxes may well be all I can get pretty soon.
Anyway, as I've probably said a thousand times, it's the excitement I crave. My life has been so fucking boring the last ten years. Yes, yes, elements of it I have loved and wouldn't change for anything, but the thrill of dressing up nice & sexy, dining at great restaurants, and being in control of the situation, makes me feel sexysexysexy.
LATER...
Back home. Don't feel so sexy right now. I haven't jogged for about five days, nor worked out, so feeling like a blimp, all bloated and lazy. Roll on tomorrow, I shall go for a lovely run.
Time to beautify my feet I think. I saw a pair of gorgeous shoes last week. I shall buy them on Monday. They are deserving of feet with scarlet nails only.
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