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.