With years of escorting experience behind me, I have acquired something of a finely tuned bullshit-ometer, coupled with acute intuition and other intangible variables, all of which keep me safe and sane.
At 45 years old I’m comfortable. Not flashy, jet setting around the world bragging on Instagram about my latest superficial splurge in yet another gorgeous hotel; not really that frivolous but not fearing the bailiffs or wondering if I can afford a holiday this year – that kind of comfortable.
This means I don’t need to work; I work because it’s fun, the sex interesting and the money is great, even with my 1-booking-a-day-more-like-a-week.
Bearing this in mind, you can imagine just how easily it is to NOT get a booking. It could be something that I can’t quite put my finger on – perhaps the brusque, dismissive manner puts him on my Do Not Answer list. Or maybe the agitated abusive swearing demonstrated by today’s latest Block List addition – KaneForFun (an ironic choice of moniker in retrospect since he sounded anything but) on Adultwork, who called on DirectChat when my number was not appearing, as is often the case when I feel like taking enquiries by Email.
After further investigations into his claims that he had booked a male escort called Cameron from Maxes Angels it turns out they have no male escort of that name, according to Max himself. Another tick in the close call box I’m sure you will agree.
You only get one chance to make a first impression/fuck it up. Don’t be like Kane.
I do love speaking to my filthy perverted friends on Adultwork and today I had the pleasure of speaking to one particular pervert who love love loves being exposed for the dirty little cum drinking cumslut that he is, so much so that I recorded a 2 minute snippet leaving it FREE so that all and sundry could hear what faggy things he loves to get up to on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
He later bottled it & requested it to be taken down, as they inevitably do…
The webcam room is taking shape just nicely now! I didn’t like the spare room much and it just wasn’t big enough for my shenanigans. It looked pretty in its own way but I wasn’t feeling it so now it’s being used for all my clothes & shoes which as you might imagine, are plentiful!
This is the room that didn’t quite make the grade. I’ve seen worse as I trawl the rooms of my peers looking for inspiration, with lighting atrocities abound, distracting minutae and other such unnecessities.
The new one is basically my spacious lounge which is fab but such a large space has higher lighting demands. This is secondary to the placement of one’s sex toys and awards, but more on those another time…
I am loving Chelsea so much these days, I appear to have holed myself up here in my scenic tower, venturing out mainly for nibbles, beauty treatments & zumba classes when I’m not cavorting around the big (soon to be ROUND) fuckbed!
If the rather fuckable estate agent is to be believed (be quiet – he’s been a total treasure!) It is only a few weeks until I exchange on the next Porn Pad Project which is all terribly exciting!