Tuesday, 31 January 2012

The allure of the pain au raisin

So the allure of the milk and raisin pastry.

Well suffice as to say you don't want to know about my hectic and rather boring morning routine.
With exception to the shower, which let's face it, escort + shower = no brainer.
So after all the faffing about on a Tuesday morning, I manage by the grace of divine intervention to get myself to the station, and while waiting on the illustrious 9:19 virgin train, on platform 4, I spy with my keen blue eyes... The coffee shop, now everyone drinks tea/coffee/juice so these little money spinners are placed just perfect, but they also supply fresh cooked pastries.

I love pastries, it's one of those fanciful little things that the smell and sight brings back a selection of rather lovely memories.
Hot sweaty sheets, the night before, and the breakfast in the morning...

Anyway digressing again, so every Tuesday morning I treat myself to these naughty, full of calories and all things bad for me, pastries ( ok, ok, I actually buy 3 of them) to devour on the train whilst watching the world fly past, some idilic scenery, some not so idilic scenery.

I find that these naughty little pastries put me in a fine frame of mind.

Is it the sugar content? Probably.

Or is it that the naughty but marvellous memories that come with each bite of these pastries, allows me to remember happy moments caught in time, and makes me feel less stressed about the tube trains and the hubbub that is London, and also gives me some fond memories which put me in a cracking mood for the naughty appointments I'm taking that day.

Either way, I rather enjoy my sinful, temptation on a Tuesday :-)

Friday, 27 January 2012

The joy's of random experiences

The point of escorting depends on what your looking to gain from it.
For some it's pure £££ for others it's sex, and for others still it's a mixture of both.

Myself, I fall into the last category, I like having sex, as any healthy, sexually active 26yr old would do, and I like the fact that, men of all ages and racial backgrounds, will pay for my extravagant love affair with books and shoes.

But my love affair with this industry lies not with the act of intercourse itself, or it's many variants, but with the random experiences that each encounter brings.

The excitement of a new client, and the joys of sharing a new experience with a regular client. Each encounter even if I've seen a client 100 times is never the same.
The acts themselves never vary, intercourse, oral, kissing, cuddling, some more kinky (in some people's minds) sexual interludes, but I love the conversation, the jokes, the random tangling of ones limbs trying to get from one sexual position to another, let's face it, it's never as amazing as in the movies, and it's not cut and pasted in real life to follow a script.
But the random occurrences in each and every appointment, from a quick half hour to an overnight, is what keeps me entranced in this varied and sinfully seductive industry.

The planning of each photshoot, the updating of each website, and the amour of e-mails and phone calls, is what keeps it exciting.

In all the jobs that I have ever taken on, this is by far the most exciting and alluring for random experiences.

Random thought for the day. :-)