The Rewhoreification of me is coming along in leaps and bounds. I have a good feeling about it. I am looking forward to the next six months and the changes it will bring in my life, both professionally and personally.
I am looking forward to being single and able to go out to dinner with a Gent and not fret inwardly about when I should be getting home.
The good news is the BF is back on night shift, so going out and meeting these men will be easier, both physically and mentally.
We have discussed and agreed upon it, and he knows it’s going to happen, but that doesn’t make me feel less guilty when I am preparing myself to go out to meet-and sleep-with other men. I do have a heart, I know it’s hard on him, but it needs to be done.
I have two bookings for this week, both dinners first, which is really the sort of work I am looking for in the long term, although I don't rule out the Quick Shag in a Hotel though. It’s handy, quick, and clean and it’s always good to know I have my back to fall back on, repetitively, should I need to.
It’s just so nice to be going out and about to decent restaurants, all dressed up after being such a hermit for ten years. I can't deny it, I'm loving it.
The BF working nights is also good for the Phone Sex job!
The calls are of better quality. By that I mean louder, more intense. If the caller is straight and just want to hear a girl moaning, and “scream like I’m fucking you really hard and you love it” then I am able to provide that service.
I can’t do this when the BF is home. I know him. Me simulating sex, (loud, slutty sex at that) is going to turn him on and I don’t want that, which is why I always work in the other room and tend to keep it down a bit.
I’m not going to go into detail about it on here, this isn’t a blog about my personal life, and I don’t feel comfortable talking about the BF too much because, well… to sum it up, I’m not in love with him and never have been. I don’t think he knows about this blog, if he does, I’d be really pissed off that he knew and didn’t discuss it with me because I bloody would if the tables were turned.
But the last thing I want is to get him horny then have to turn him down. That’s just rubbing his nose in it.
So, the BF working nights gives me the opportunity to earn more money. I can also walk around the whole of the house as I take the calls- or at least in between calls- and tidy up, polish, iron, do any number of godawful boring household chores that we all need to do.
I can yell louder, or be meaner, to the subs too. Oh, they do like that. And I can do my housework while I talk, just to let them know how insignificant they are to their mistress’s life. They like that too.
I can also enjoy the odd call or two. It does happen. Like M from Up North somewhere. What a deep, sexy voice he has, and he says the things I would want to hear were he calling me for my pleasure. So fucking sexy he is. I can never resist playing with myself when he is online. Hmm, but enjoying my callers sometimes, that’s a whole other post…
Monday 24 August 2009
Monday 17 August 2009
Whoring is good for the soul..
Well, the deed has been done. I am now officially a whore. Again.
I met up with the bloke who I had lunch with (not the old, old dude) He is now officially my Sugar Daddy. Yeah! Deep down I still class him as a client though, just as I class myself as a whore for going with him. To me it's no different, just more fun.
We spent the afternoon holed up in a hotel, guzzling champagne. Turns out he’s quite dominant, which is ok. I like that, but it doesn’t mean I rule out the possibility of me bending him over and fucking his arse with a strap on. I think he’d like that too. For obvious reasons I can't give any info about him, I would never be so indiscreet, but I will say it's always the ones in top public jobs, or well known in their field, that are the kinkiest, isnt it lol. And the more fun, IME.
My arse was a bit red after, as it hasn’t been slapped for a long time. (terrible shame, that!) Thank god for Aloe Vera gel. Feels soo good and soothing.
He went back to work and I lazed in the tub, sobered up with a few coffees and rang a few friends. I resisted swiping the white bath robe as I forgot to ask if he minded, and as I'm going to see him again I figured it wasn’t wise to presume he would be ok with me taking it.
There’s always next time. They make great gifts (just unpick any logos they have and bobs your uncle)
We are planning another meeting soon, and have swapped a few texts and emails. I like this. When I was working before (over 12 years ago now!) texts and emails weren't common yet. It's so easy to keep in touch and give the GFE they are looking for, without all the clingyness they fear and hope to avoid. Perfect.
I've also seen another client. Same stuff, afternoon in a hotel. Central London, nice hotel, decent gent. This one was just your Common Garden Variety businessman looking for a bit of fun. Not SD material, just a one off, possibly becoming a regular, we'll see. But no shopping trips or travelling, methinks. He's just not that rich.
I have other men to meet. I have a reliable source introducing me to these types of clients. Clients that I meet regularly and get to travel with, shop with etc. From their word of mouth the client list grows as well. If they are good, then mostly you find their friends are good too. Mostly. There’s always the odd Fuckwit that a pain, but that’s life.
I am also meeting a lady who can set up short term clients for me, in London. Hopefully she is as reliable and respectable as she sounds. She caters for the more mature lady, and doesn’t advertise so once again it’s through word of mouth.
I think it’s a good indication, if something is successful without advertising. Fingers crossed that will go well.
You know what’s the best thing though? The way I feel sexy again. I haven’t felt sexy for ages, I mean a good few years. Sad but true. I can’t really go into detail why, as it’s not fair on a certain someone, but lets just say I feel like me again; flirty, sexy, horny, and confident. Bags of confidence.
Not just because some client shagged me enthusiastically, but because of the response I got all day from different people. From the young man in the street that whistled and said “hey sexy lady”, to the old dude on the train who said “you’re gorgeous”. Even my friend’s 12yo daughter said “you look so pretty. I’ve never seen you look so pretty” when I popped in to visit them before I went home.
This wasn’t because I am stunning or beautiful, because I’m not, but I was oozing confidence and smiling and just generally feeling sexy. And it showed.
Whoring must be good for the soul. My soul, anyway.
I met up with the bloke who I had lunch with (not the old, old dude) He is now officially my Sugar Daddy. Yeah! Deep down I still class him as a client though, just as I class myself as a whore for going with him. To me it's no different, just more fun.
We spent the afternoon holed up in a hotel, guzzling champagne. Turns out he’s quite dominant, which is ok. I like that, but it doesn’t mean I rule out the possibility of me bending him over and fucking his arse with a strap on. I think he’d like that too. For obvious reasons I can't give any info about him, I would never be so indiscreet, but I will say it's always the ones in top public jobs, or well known in their field, that are the kinkiest, isnt it lol. And the more fun, IME.
My arse was a bit red after, as it hasn’t been slapped for a long time. (terrible shame, that!) Thank god for Aloe Vera gel. Feels soo good and soothing.
He went back to work and I lazed in the tub, sobered up with a few coffees and rang a few friends. I resisted swiping the white bath robe as I forgot to ask if he minded, and as I'm going to see him again I figured it wasn’t wise to presume he would be ok with me taking it.
There’s always next time. They make great gifts (just unpick any logos they have and bobs your uncle)
We are planning another meeting soon, and have swapped a few texts and emails. I like this. When I was working before (over 12 years ago now!) texts and emails weren't common yet. It's so easy to keep in touch and give the GFE they are looking for, without all the clingyness they fear and hope to avoid. Perfect.
I've also seen another client. Same stuff, afternoon in a hotel. Central London, nice hotel, decent gent. This one was just your Common Garden Variety businessman looking for a bit of fun. Not SD material, just a one off, possibly becoming a regular, we'll see. But no shopping trips or travelling, methinks. He's just not that rich.
I have other men to meet. I have a reliable source introducing me to these types of clients. Clients that I meet regularly and get to travel with, shop with etc. From their word of mouth the client list grows as well. If they are good, then mostly you find their friends are good too. Mostly. There’s always the odd Fuckwit that a pain, but that’s life.
I am also meeting a lady who can set up short term clients for me, in London. Hopefully she is as reliable and respectable as she sounds. She caters for the more mature lady, and doesn’t advertise so once again it’s through word of mouth.
I think it’s a good indication, if something is successful without advertising. Fingers crossed that will go well.
You know what’s the best thing though? The way I feel sexy again. I haven’t felt sexy for ages, I mean a good few years. Sad but true. I can’t really go into detail why, as it’s not fair on a certain someone, but lets just say I feel like me again; flirty, sexy, horny, and confident. Bags of confidence.
Not just because some client shagged me enthusiastically, but because of the response I got all day from different people. From the young man in the street that whistled and said “hey sexy lady”, to the old dude on the train who said “you’re gorgeous”. Even my friend’s 12yo daughter said “you look so pretty. I’ve never seen you look so pretty” when I popped in to visit them before I went home.
This wasn’t because I am stunning or beautiful, because I’m not, but I was oozing confidence and smiling and just generally feeling sexy. And it showed.
Whoring must be good for the soul. My soul, anyway.
Sunday 9 August 2009
Screening The Gents...
Things are coming along nicely on the returning to work front. I had lunch with a lovely Gent last week. We chatted about our arrangement and it seems we both understand what we expect from each other. So now I’m looking forward to afternoons indulging in debauchery in a top hotel in W1, regular holidays in the sun and of course those lovely little gifts…
I met with another possible client last night. He was 70+. We went to the theatre and dinner afterwards. It was okay. Just okay. I think he will be a useful contact, more of a Sugar Daddy type than a client. But I’m not sure how I feel about that, with this one.
SD's are great, I want as many as poss! But maybe not this one.
When I was just a sprightly 24 years old, I had a SD who was 71. (actually, I had a few but that’s another story…) I still see him once or twice a year to stay in touch, but now he’s 90ish, so it’s just a quiet, respectful afternoon tea in Mayfair, reminiscing old times.
Back then, he may have been 71, but he was young with it. He dressed well, he strode out smartly with me on his arm, smiling and laughing, like a younger man. He didn’t seem 71.
Yes, it was so obvious I was with him for the money, but I didn’t really care what other people thought. I was having fun, going to health farms, posh hotels in the Cote d’Azur and being thoroughly spoilt. Everyone was doing it. All older men had a young sexy lady at their side, and nothing’s changed there, we all know that.
But now, being a respectful 43 myself, I was kinda hoping that this time around I would feel less like an obvious gold digging whore, because I would be with men of around 50- 60 or so. People would never quite know for sure, would they.
I knew how old this Old Gent was before I met him, but I was hoping he would appear a little younger. IBut it just didnt feel right being with him. I wouldn’t mind shagging this new Old Gent as a client, in private, but to go out and about with him, as he shuffles along in his Mr Magoo specs trying to cop a feel is just, well, embarrassing, I don’t care how rich he is.
He wants me to accompany him to Paris. Maybe I’ll go there with him, but I don’t think I want to go out and about with him in London. I might see somebody I know…
More men to meet next week!
I met with another possible client last night. He was 70+. We went to the theatre and dinner afterwards. It was okay. Just okay. I think he will be a useful contact, more of a Sugar Daddy type than a client. But I’m not sure how I feel about that, with this one.
SD's are great, I want as many as poss! But maybe not this one.
When I was just a sprightly 24 years old, I had a SD who was 71. (actually, I had a few but that’s another story…) I still see him once or twice a year to stay in touch, but now he’s 90ish, so it’s just a quiet, respectful afternoon tea in Mayfair, reminiscing old times.
Back then, he may have been 71, but he was young with it. He dressed well, he strode out smartly with me on his arm, smiling and laughing, like a younger man. He didn’t seem 71.
Yes, it was so obvious I was with him for the money, but I didn’t really care what other people thought. I was having fun, going to health farms, posh hotels in the Cote d’Azur and being thoroughly spoilt. Everyone was doing it. All older men had a young sexy lady at their side, and nothing’s changed there, we all know that.
But now, being a respectful 43 myself, I was kinda hoping that this time around I would feel less like an obvious gold digging whore, because I would be with men of around 50- 60 or so. People would never quite know for sure, would they.
I knew how old this Old Gent was before I met him, but I was hoping he would appear a little younger. IBut it just didnt feel right being with him. I wouldn’t mind shagging this new Old Gent as a client, in private, but to go out and about with him, as he shuffles along in his Mr Magoo specs trying to cop a feel is just, well, embarrassing, I don’t care how rich he is.
He wants me to accompany him to Paris. Maybe I’ll go there with him, but I don’t think I want to go out and about with him in London. I might see somebody I know…
More men to meet next week!
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