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.
*drool*

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 :-)

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. :-)

My new additions

 the first and quite possibly the cutest, will be the sweet (Yeah Right) kitten I acquired before the Christmas holidays.

I named this bundle of fluff Kamikaze, and the reason for his name is because he is without a doubt reckless, and completely fearless.

I'm a Cool Dude!

First night I brought him home he climbed my legs while I was washing up the dishes, Oh don’t look so surprised I do have domestic skills.

So I gently picked him off my leg, and gave him a stroke in my arms, after a few minutes he promptly jumped from said arms and splatted the food and water bowls, so not only did he make this huge jump, that had my heart in my mouth he also managed to cover himself in tomato sauce from his food, and a wet coat from the water.

Trying to catch him, to clean him up proved less than productive, as there are a lot of small holes where big people can’t get but little kitty’s can.

I am tiger I roar ( well yawn) lol

2 hours and some wet wipes later he curled up on me and promptly started purring.

I jumped, honestly he purred and I jumped, because this tiny (any he was) bundle of fur, sounded like a freight train.

Even my fully grown cat doesn’t sound as loud.

That was the first night and since then I’ve sported scratched and bite marks and still do, my curtains have been replaced, and I’ve settled into having him curled on my feet at night purring his little head off.

My other additions are of the less alive kind.

I love bears, I’ve collected them for years, and I have, well lets just say lots of them. And I added some new additions recently. 

Me to You bear

Take me to bed Boffle Bear

  

Name and company change.

As most of you will see I have changed my name, why?

I felt like a change and I felt like I had outgrown Tammy.

That’s not to say I didn’t like the name when I choose it, but I wanted a change.

I also changed company, from House of Divine, to Ultimate Indulgence, (Milton Keynes) and The Pump (Birmingham).

Again why?

Well again I felt like I had outgrown them, differences of opinion, left me wondering, whether I wanted to continue with them or leave, and as it happened they were thinking the same thing, they beat me to the punch and asked me to leave before I made the choice too.

Sometimes it happens that way, you can all disagree and then all part ways.

Good luck to them, but for me personally I am enjoying my new venture, with Ultimate, and The Pump.

Idea’s and like mindedness make us compatible.

I am still in Milton Keynes, at Ultimate Indulgence, don’t you just love the name, says it all for me, INDULGENCE!! Hehe.

And of course My Coventry fella’s missed me, so I decided that The Pump in Birmingham would be an easy transition, as my Coventry clients can see me in Birmingham, and of course I get to embark on a new clientele base in Birmingham.

So all in all that’s the main work based stuff.

But Autumn you haven’t told us about the new stuff…

All in good time my wonderful people all in good time.

Lax attention.

 Oh dear, sorry to have left you boys, and girls alone for so long…

Well I have had a bit of a rollercoaster ride since the last time I posted,

I could say a load of tosh, but I doubt that is what you’re all interested in.

Well I added a new addition to my home life, (most will know), I took up a new hobby, which is exhilarating, spent some money on some new stuff for you boys & girls, got plans for a few more as well, but it’s a secret for now so 

I’m working with different people, had my birthday, 

How old I am!

I know a year older, was a very awesome night out though.

Having new pictures coming soon, experimented with some body art (it’s body paint so washes off) got some new and very welcome additions to my bear collection, yes I am a girl and yes I like soft toys, so if you fancy bringing me one feel free.

Got in contact with a few people who were amazingly lovely, and have spent the last few months running around like a headless chicken doing some seriously manic stuff.

Had several interesting conversations with a fair few people who expanded my mind no end, as well as some other enjoyable activities.

I will post some new blogs describing the events, which correlate so as not to bombard you with masses if info.

I will be blogging more as I have time again now that things have settled down.

Autumn xx

Text Tag

Text tag…

This is the most frustrating and at times annoying part of my ‘job’

I don’t mind answering the odd text, and I get that my fella’s can’t always talk openly, but text tag is just tedious.

What I dislike is the opportunistic texter (that even a word?) The one who gets your number from one of the various profiles, and instead of reading the profile or heaven forbid clicking on the link to my own website to get the information they play text tag.

Do you do x y z? Can I see you on your day off? Can I have x service which you don’t offer on x day?

 I feel like texting back are you lacking in brain cells?

I spend an inordinate amount of time updating, uploading and writing informative and descriptive profiles, I do this because I don’t want to spend £££ on my pre-pay mobile to text people who can’t even be bothered to put in a modicum of time to read a succinct, informative profile.

I will take bookings via text from clients who are known to me, I won’t however take a booking from an unknown client via text when I have not even so much as heard his voice.

I specifically state on ALL my profiles I don’t accept text bookings.

Don’t get me wrong, I understand that the written word is a powerful tool and I will accept bookings Via e-mail, but those who book Via e-mail also call to confirm, and or call to discuss services, it costs the same via text tag as it does to enquire via telephone so what is not to get about this?

This is one of those days in which I think, some people just have no common sense.

It’s three weeks to Christmas and my joy, joy mood has for this day been turned into a bah humbug day.

A few announcements

A few of you fella's are chomping at the bit for info, so here it is…

In order:

I have joined Milton Keynes Escorts, so I will be offering In-calls in Milton Keynes once again.

I will be offering MK in-calls on a Saturday so I will also be doing weekends again I know most have you have been frustrated with my lack of weekend play times, now you can come and relieve all that pent up frustration. ;)

I will also be offering Nuru massage there, so you get the massage with the escort content, but only on a Saturday, all that B2B and full on services too, am I not good to you boys!

Nuru will be charged at a flat rate of £160 for an hour please call 1 hour in advance of wanting the appointment to make sure we can slide you in!

To book an appointment with me at MK-Escorts, you can call them on 01908 696559 Or 07885 411 888.

You can also call me on 07795184331.

I will only be around until the end of December after that I am taking time out to work on some other things, so don't miss out on me.

Coventry, London, and out-calls will still be available check the schedule for the dates and times.

I will also possibly be offering pole dance to some of my fella's but that is yet to be confirmed.

Few new fancies up

I have added a few new gifs to the tickle my fancies page for your browsing pleasure.

enjoy xx

Eulogy for my dearly departed.

Sad day for me today, I got up and took my cat of 8yrs to the vets to be put down.

I was with her when they did it and I held her in my arms as she went to sleep never to wake again.

Never to jump on my bed in the morning and wake me with her loud purring, never to curl round my head and tickle my face with her soft silky fur.

I feel honored that she choose me as hers, and loved me for the wonderful years I had her.

Some may scoff at me being so upset, and those who hold that view are welcome to have it, but for me...

This little bundle of fur, gave me something precious and I will honor that memory of her.

8 weeks old and her and brother came home to me, they were a right pair, no toes or fingers were safe, no laces un-chewed, no couches unscathed.

I named them both aptly Trouble and Mischief. Trouble was a bundle of joy and helped me see that life is not all dreary when your sad, and those antics would keep even the most miserable person entertained for hours.

A few daring rescues by myself ensued as with her namesake she got herself into trouble.

Curtains are a wonderful play toy to kittens, or at least they were to mine.

Getting her down without injury, mission impossible.

Daredevil cat and a supreme huntress, I enjoyed many gifts from my puss, though the clearing of them was something I would rather not have had to do at 3am.

But it is a gift, a cat will only bring prey home if it loves and trusts the person caring for it. (Did you know that?) So even though the stomach curling at 3am was less than desirable, the thought behind those little gifts was not un-noticed, or under appreciated by me.

People will always wax eloquently about how perfect their pet was and how it was the best...

Well mine was a moggie, nothing exceptional in breed, but never the less special.

She would walk to the shops with me, go for a walk with me when we took the dog out, and put the dog in her place, while still being a playmate.

Never once scratched little ones even though tails being pulled and fur being yanked could not have been nice for her, but she had the ability to distinguish between, little ones not knowing and older kids being cruel.

Even after the hardest day she would put a smile on my face and for that I will always honor her.

It is hard to put any pet to sleep, even when you know it's the right thing to do, but knowing you have to and doing it are so very different and so very difficult.

I held my puss in my arms as she went to sleep for the last time, I felt her heart cease to beat, and all that made her who she was vanish from the world.

Today my world got a little darker, and I hope that the light will return over time, but for now I am going to allow myself to grieve, for my beautiful brave pussy who gave so much to me, even while ill.

RIP in the arms of Lady Bast my sweet pussycat.

Spilling the beans.

Do I, don’t I?

Ok here is the thing I am not fond of having my dirty laundry aired for the masses, and I am so not into competing for the top spot, I am happy just being me.

But it would seem that this little snag needs to be addressed as y’all (yes my love for Americanisms is showing) won’t stop pestering me about it, so here is the inside scoop.

Yes the fantastical fantasy duo is disbanded.

What led to this is NOT up for discussion by me, you will not hear anything about the cause of this from me.

I don’t do gossiping, and I don’t really care for the top spot, as I just can’t be bothered, I would rather focus my energies into what I do best.

So for all those asking, please stop, as it can get tiresome telling people that it is nothing to do with them.

I am not in a playground, and I don’t need people to “be on my side’’ I just want people to understand that Yes Chloe and I worked together, Yes we had a good time doing it, and now we have gone our separate ways.

You will also not hear me badmouthing Chloe, in any manner shape or form, as it’s not my thing, So for those people ‘stirring’ the pot to try, and get something to happen, please get a life!

Chloe is a lovely person, and also very good at what she does, and I will never state anything to the contrary as that is what I honestly believe.

I have and will continue to recommend her to any who ask, as I did and still think she is good at what she does.

So can we please now stop playing in the playground and come back to the adult world, where people make choices and that is all there really is to it?

Subject closed.

The New PunterNet.

Well I can’t say I have played much on it, between, my personal life taking off in a whole new direction, and my working life being disrupted by my scary almost thinking I was dead moment *it happened honest*, I haven’t had the time to find to say hi, or get involved, or even just sit and contemplate the whole thing.

Before my scary moment and the lot’s of new stuff, I did manage to play on it for about 5 minutes…

The board… well I need to play longer as I haven’t got a clue, maybe I will take the enlightened path and read the techie stuff sub-forum before I try the new board, might help, instead of my usual flounder like a fish out of water route.

The Chatroom… Ok Upshot is it’s cool, bigger more new toys etc…

Bad stuff I don’t like…

I am now yellow/gold, cause I am a chat room mod, I’m a different colour, but I liked being red not gold.

Gold is not my thing *pout* well unless you count white gold, whole other subject there though.

Can I throw a wobbly and stomp my feet about not being red?

*In the ghostly voice of Sir Galahad* No woman you can’t, so stop grousing, it’s not yours!

Oh well I guess I will just have to like being a golden ?? *you decided what to insert here*

LOL

www.punternet.com

The Tickle my fancies page is on hold.

Due to my laptop crashing and the fact that I have been all held up with quite a few things, all my tickles are on hold as they are all on the poor dead laptop.

I will get them back, but until then, guess we have to wait and see...

Hospital trauma

Ah crap don’t you just hate hospitals?

I do, they strip you of everything including your dignity, and hospital gowns are revolting whoever designed them needs a serious wake up call.

Yes I was in hospital, woe me, (no not really woe me, these things happen!)

As some will know I had an issue with my stomach.

I also had days off work for this to have an endoscopy, a few weeks back.  (picture below)

Which I can tell you was rather nasty, I didn’t like it, and words fail me to describe what having it does to you, lets just say (never again please!!) and move on.

Well anyway, after feeling like crap for a week or so after it, and the stress of a few other things, that I won’t go into, I ended up in hospital for throwing up blood.

Long story short I am ok, I survived, a very scary bout of puking blood, and nasty hospital gowns with seriously bad food (belch) but, I’m alive, I’m fine, and I’m so intending to not go back there.

After 25million tests (slight exaggeration there), Serious amounts of blood (they stole my blood it’s true) and not a damn thing to find, they finally let me go with a whole lot less of my dignity and self in tact.

Now I need some serious TLC from my boys to remind me, what comfort is all about?

*Maybe some new shoes too??* I know I’m a sucker for shoes, but seriously female of the species here!!

This one is for DollyMopp

I saw this and thought of you, I couldn't resist hope you like it X

Did the villages let their idiots out to play this last week or what?

Ok I am frustrated so I am certain to whine about it… what women do right?

Between the idiots calling at ridiculous hours (clearly states on all sites bar one because they stole my info please do not call after 10pm, and I do turn it off, but I do forget on occasion.)

So joyful 3 am wake up calls from guys who want me to come to see them, in London, Essex, and a few other random places. Now I could understand if I was in those areas but I am not, I mean seriously I wouldn’t even get to Essex before 6am.

London I only offer in-calls and again this information is clearly stated.

I get a text message from a man… “do you do out-calls to MK?”

“ Yes I do minimum booking of two hours” I reply.

So after a few questions which I reply to, (as no net access I am expecting calls for info etc.) he then proceeds to tell me he wants this booking for Monday 13^th to which I reply I am in London and don’t get home until 10pm, so he tells me that the booking is for Monday after for 2 hours and will this be ok. I reply that will be fine but you will have to call as I do not take bookings from text messages.

He replies with this little gem.

“ Would you do bareback 4 £1000”?

I nearly spit my coffee all over my laptop, so I replied…

“Do not contact me again, and you will not get an appointment from me”

To which he replies, “Only asked, Sorry”

I declined to answer, and carry on doing my various little things on the computer, only to have this lovely village idiot text me 20 minutes later with this…

“A Level?”

I didn’t bother to answer, as he clearly didn’t get the message first time round, and I don’t believe you should feed the trolls.

So while this text farce was going on I checked my voicemail.

Only to come across village idiot number 3.

Now about an hour before the texts from idiot number 2 came through I got a call, I did answer but for some reason as I answered, it clicked over to my voicemail, so after having finished doing what I needed to do, the text idiot reminded me I had a voicemail.

So I listened to 2 voicemails that I were there (as phone is off on a Sunday)

And got to this voicemail, well as you can guess it was the over sexed village idiot that obviously needed to jack off down the phone in order to get off…

I mean seriously this idiot clearly wouldn’t be able to get it up unless the woman is not there.

So between those gems, and a few other ladies saying similar has happened to them in the last two weeks, I am wondering if the villages couldn’t handle their idiots and their kids for 6 weeks, and set the idiots loose for a break?

This is not including e-mail idiots, or forum idiots.

Oh what a joy it is to have these village idiots congregate around us.

Computer hell, and slinky new stuff

So I have as you know been planning to change my laptop for a while.

And I have been threatening to get broadband for home rather than just the dongle.

Well would seem that fate was conspiring against and for me in this endeavour.

Due to some random roll of the dice my laptop decided to crash. Ensue panic and mayhem, after having a flap about the fact that I was now Internet blind, I decided to resume normal functionality and look at the problem logically.

I took poor dead laptop to the computer shop in the hopes that they could resurrect him, no such luck, they told me that they were getting no current through the adapter, and that was most likely the cause, and yet they would not check the battery or the connector in the computer itself. So I was left with a choice.

I either bought an adapter worth £70, which once I had opened and used, was non returnable (don’t ask that bit is long and I am still smarting over it) and hope that it worked and if it didn’t then I still had the same problem.

So in my more lucid and infinite wisdom, I decided that, as I was planning on buying a new slinky laptop soon anyway, I might as well bring forward the plan and buy it now.

So I decide to march my cute ass, (I know modesty counts right? I just need the delusion right now.) down to the apple store to have a look as I was quite taken with the look of the Ipad when I came across it, but after serious consideration, I decided that the Ipad wasn’t what I wanted.

I needed something more.

So I settled on the Mac book pro.

It’s shiny and sleek and I’m totally in love with the keyboard I barely have to touch the keys and my letters are flying.

Anyway after serious conversations etc… I bought this wonderful piece of technology, Was staying away for the weekend so hooked up, my bad girl, to my friends broadband, and away we flew, ah I was in seventh heaven till Sunday when I came home and came down with a rather large bump to earth.

I tried to load my dongle and again play with my beauty but it was here fate conspired against and for me.

After a trip to the apple store, the nice tech man tells me that due to the Mac Technology the Phone companies haven’t quite got the technology to play correctly with the Macs.

WHAT!! (Ensue internal profanities! @£$%^&*) There is hope at the end of the

Tunnel Orange seem to be the only provider that have got off their backsides and taken up the challenge, but the launch of their new dongle is 17^th November.

(another round of internal profanity !@£$%^&*!@£$%^&)

Due to the fact that I use said computer for E-mails, Oh my poor clients, I hope they don’t think I was ignoring them.

Anyway as I use said computer for work, I Had to phone a company to get broadband installed in my house, the kicker is that I have to wait till the 24^th of September, before I can play online at home.

So having to make changes via friends comp while at work, and can play at the weekend at friends till I can get it all sorted.

I had to get a new computer, and I was planning broadband, but I had a plan and as much as I like adventure this little jaunt is going to cost me.

The joke is I have a contract for a dongle that I cannot use.

Those idiots are so in breach of contract, and I am so not paying for something that I can’t use.

At no point do any of the phone companies state that their technology is incompatible with Macintosh.

Their supposed, upgrade to snow leopard is a farce and I couldn’t even get it to play with my computer, let alone get online with it.

And the best thing is, The phone companies have known for ages about this and still sit on their ass, extraordinary wouldn’t you agree, considering that a lot of people are now using Macintosh rather than Microsoft.

*edit*

I did manage to get my dongle to work eventually after trawling the internet for all sorts, but I still wanted to rant at the injustice.

Travel, Work, and Summer Holidays

Travel, gah honestly…

Don’t get me wrong I had a wonderful time in the country’s capital (London).

I am seriously impressed with both the people that live there and who use that infernal contraption to travel around to get to work.

I got off at Euston on Monday feeling fairly happy with myself that I was actually in London after all you fella’s asking when I was coming to London, but my entire happy joy, joy mood was ruined by the time I got across London to work.

I spent the best part of Sunday planning what I was going to wear, what I was carrying (luggage wise) etc, and so Monday morning arrives and I get showered dressed and apply small amount of make up (not that I wear much anyway) I pack my work equiptment and set off…
I arrive early at Milton Keynes station and have a coffee, then I jump on the train…
Mission accomplished me thinks…

Wrong! Oh I had no idea how wrong I was about to be proved.

When I finally reached my destination, I was covered in sweat, honestly between running for tubes and the stifling heat on the underground, plus the heat above ground, all my careful prep went right out the window.

I got in dropped my bags and stood for 5 mins just trying to catch my breath, ok so I had made it but I was soaked in sweat felt muggy and dirty and on top of which I had gents to see…

*mental scream of frustration ensued*

So I had to shower again, re-apply all that carefully painted make up, and get my fresh clothes out.

After that I felt so much better and relaxed about the whole thing, I managed to have a wonderful day in the capital.

I think sometimes knowing that all your best laid plans can change in the blink of an eye, helps you realise that life is always quirky, and never follows what you want or need, but that’s just how it works at times.


So, work is all over the place at the moment, and lots of different changes to my schedule, bless I am hoping that you fella’s are keeping up.

My Coventry jaunt and my Friday in MK haven’t changed, just my Mondays, I have yet to baton down the hatches on that particular day so I guess my fella’s will just have to watch out for the changes.

I can say that between work, my pole dancing and the rest of my extra caricular activities I can safely say that when my day is done I am quite happy to fall into bed and I’m asleep before my head hit’s the pillow.
Though with my cat stealing my pillow half the time I normally have living fur encircling my head and purring contentedly.
Anyone who owns cats will appreciate when I say that there is something soothing about a cat purring.
Mind you I draw the line when she try’s to take half my face off with her tongue.
Yes my cat likes to give me a bath, it’s the salt on your skin, just in case anyone wanted to know why cat’s lick you…

Anywho, I was digressing…

Six weeks, of screaming kids, and can I have, and I want,… oh joy.!!
Parents have learned to dread the six weeks holidays, because they spend an inordinate amount of cash, not just on our little cherubs, but on sitters, playschools, activity weeks (like football) water balloons, water guns, paddling pools (because you just know, the expensive one you bought last year has a hole in it!) friends sleeping over, more junk food than kids should conceivably have, and of course you have to take them on holiday!!!

So you have the hassle of flights/car journey, and the bit you know your totally dreading comes up…

Four little words designed to drive adults to distraction.

Even people without children of their own know these words… can you guess what they are…

Yes boys and girls that infernal phrase “ Are we there yet?”

If it was just the once I think we would all be happy campers, but seriously that phrase was made to drive all parents round the bend,
Because it’s not just once our darling cherubs say it, it’s every 5 minutes after the first time, and because they are bored.

Patience is a virtue, and one I can say is, frankly in short supply in the summer months.

Spend all year working to go on holiday with your darling kids, and all they can say is “are we there yet?”
Do they not know that this is our holiday too, that we have spent all year working so we can spend quality time with them?
Of course not because that is the beauty of being a child, you can be as annoying as hell and it’s expected cause you’re still growing up, you still don’t understand all the finer nuances that adults do.
You don’t care that your mommy or daddy has worked all year long and put in copious amounts of overtime just to make sure you get to meet Mickey Mouse at breakfast, or spend all day jetting down water slides, and having kiddies clubs activities.
All they see is the goodies not the effort required to get the goodies.

*anyone else wishing they were a kid again right now? I know I am*

Anyway to all you parents out there… Happy holidays.

Anyway enough ramblings for now.

If you had to cook dinner for someone tonight, what would you make?

I would cook a roast beef dinner with all the trimmings, served with a nice red wine.

Ask me anything

If you could go only to one restaurant for the next five years, which would it be?

Waggamamas, healthy, refreshing and a bit of everything on the menu, Though I would be dying for a buger after the year was up. LOL

Ask me anything

If you could make one person fall in love with you who would it be?

No-one, I could never take someones choice away from them like that.
I would always know that I got them by false means and that would destroy who I am as a person.

Ask me anything