#14

The Full Moon. Night of crazies and lunatics. The night after the full moon is for the retarded dregs that are too stupid to make it out on the full moon.

It was very quiet. I spent most of the night hanging out with the girls. Fuck, they're a funny bunch. But they're good. I had an idiot of a client who questioned everything, right from the start. I mean, seriously. He questioned why he had to have a shower. Before the service had even started.

Why do I have to have a shower? Why do I have to use mouthwash? Why won't you kiss me? (cuz you didn't use the mouthwash) Why won't you let me go down on you (oh HELL to the no!!!)

He finally took the mouthwash, and I let him kiss me without tongue. He kissed like a plunger. That wet open mouthed sucking of my face. EWWW. Dude was convinced he was the greatest lover ever. 'Let me show you how to kiss. Like, seriously, I don't know how to kiss? I've kissed more guys than you've kissed girls. More intensely and with more feeling, both real and faked.

I froze when he told me he wasn't used to wearing a condom. 'Last time I was here I didn't wear one'. Um. No. I know for a fact that you did. No girls do bareback there. I flatly told him that I would not have sex without a condom, and gave him the choice of another girl. He took the condom.

And then whinged that he had to wear it to get head. Fucker.

After he'd finished, he was trying to impress me as to how smart he was.

'When I die, my penis will turn to bone.' Um. No dude. It won't It'll rot like the rest of your flesh. 'Yes, it will. You must trust me on this, I know what I'm talking about.' No you don't. You're a freaking MORON. 'You must trust me on this.' Finally I dropped the extent of my education. He went silent. Thank fuck. Then 'Well, I have a bone behind my penis.' No. No you don't. 'Women have 2 bones, men have 1.' No, the pelvis has 6 bones, regardless of what sex you are, just a womans is slightly different shaped. That guy should not breed.

I also intro'd one guy who asked me a gazillion questions. Including 'How often do I paint my nails.' I shit you not. Do you want me to bend over and spread my arse cheeks so you can count the wrinkles around my arsehole as well? He ended up picking the only girl he didn't even acknowledge.

There were a handful of normal guys in. I think I got the best of them (naturally). But even he had 'issues' and couldn't get it hard. *sigh* But from what I could see it would have been a glorious member.

#13

So its been a week of firsts for me. My first first. My first virgin. A sweet but utterly clueless boy, who thought the mere act of putting his dick into a woman would get her off. I fucked him twice. First time I was on top, my legs on each side of him. Second time, he was on top. I almost cracked up laughing when he went to put his legs on the outside.

Client straight after that was so experienced. My last client so I got him to fuck me senseless. I love how I get opposites straight after each other. Then I jumped in the shower and had a proper wash. We normally don't, trying to preserve hair and make up. He was watching me, eyes closed, relaxed, washing my hair. He thought it was the sexiest thing ever.

My first back to back shifts. Sunday. Public holiday and major events happening. Booyah! My first ever threesome. With a great gal pal, so it was anything goes. And everything did. Heaps of fun and lots of laughs. The guy extended us both multiple times. Waay more fun than a porno.

My first client that wanted me, but wasn't sure if he could with a larger lady. I was fine if he chose another, but he was in 2 minds. I got him to close his eyes and kissed him once, with passion, then I asked him ' yes or no?' He chose yes. I blew his mind. He'll be back.

#12

I have to admit. There are lots of fun moments in this job. Especially when you have a fascination with cock. Which I do.

I had one client with a delightfully curved cock. And (being a safety girl) I had a banana flavoured condom on him. The flavours are random, but this one just worked for him. He hadn't named his cock, so I did that for him. His member is now known as C*apta*in B*an*ana.

Had another client where I spent 5 minutes pushing back his foreskin, and giggling when it moved back over the ridge of his knob.

One client was a spa service, and his helmet was poking out through the bubbles. That member became known as 'the*adm*iral'

#11

So I have recently had a client who cracks me up. He picked me for a half hour, and he just wanted to kiss. Although, he really did not object when I started to blow him.

Eventually, he asked he to kiss him for the rest of the session. He wanted tongue (they all do) but I'm reluctant to do that. I laid down my terms as I gave him his mouthwash. Only a little tongue. Little, teasing tongue kisses.

He laid back down on the bed and I sat astride him and dry humped while he got his boner back. So we were kissing, and he was very playful about it. Every now and again he'd suck on my tongue. Don't judge me (you can't anyway, I'm a prostitute and I don't give a shit what you think) but I enjoy it. With someone I know. So I'd pull away a little. The last time, as I pulled back, he moved up with me, and latched onto my bottom lip.

So there I am, naked, sitting astride a naked guy, with my whole tongue and bottom lip in his mouth. I was stuck. I pulled back a little, but that hurt. I made some kind of grunting moan, 'mmrr'. He laughed. The fucker just laughed at me!


So I tried to tell him to stop, to let go. Have you ever tried to speak without using your lips or tongue? You can't. All you can do is grunt. Like a caveman. So I did.

'Unggghh. ANNNGGGGGHHH!'

And he just chucked. Mischevious prick. So I did the only thing I could do. So mean and devious that it was almost wrong. But hey, he started it.

I reached for the release button....

and tickled his armpit.

Thank fuck he was ticklish. And as payback I tickled him a little more. It was my turn to be in control and giggle as his discomfort. Then I offered him a truce. I wouldn't tickle if he wouldn't bite anymore.

So we went back to kissing.

#10

Wow. 10 posts already.

I'm going to share with you the last night I worked. I had 2 clients. As different as chalk and cheese. My first black man. A lovely chap from Jamaica. He was tall, and so muscly. Rock hard body but not like a gym junkie. Its just how he naturally was. And sooo skinny. Its like I could see each individual muscle in his body.

He was truly lovely. told me her preferred women with a bit of meat on their bones. But the girl he'd seen previously was the tiniest one there. For him, he picked the girls because of who they were.

Clients like that are really special to have.

He was lovely, and respectful. Gave me extra because I wouldn't charge for letting him go down on me. Fucked me silly, cuddled and kissed a lot. Showed me pictures on his phone and chatted to me. Right before he had to go, he got hard again. He couldn't extend, and it was a shame to waste such a lovely cock.

I am always amazed at the contrast between the boys you get in one night. My next client was an islander.

Where the first boy picked me because he wanted to spend time with me, the next picked me because he thought I was an inexperienced push over.

He was the The Annoying Asshole.

First thing... a negative comment about my body. He wanted anal. I didn't want to do it. He offered to pay. I wasn't interested. He wanted to know why. I just wasn't. He wanted my phone number. I didn't want to give it to him. He whinged that I didn't really like him. I explained it was a safety thing. He wanted me to come over to his place. And then whinged when I declined that too. He fucked me in about 4 or 5 positions. For about 10 seconds for each position. Then complained that I didn't cum in each position. He asked if I wanted rough sex, which I did. So he tipped me on my head, stood above me, nearly broke my neck for 30 seconds, came, jumped off the bed, had a head spin, hit the shower and left.

I had the room cleaned up and was asleep on the floor of the waiting room before the 5 minute warning buzzer went off.

#9

Oh Damn. I (finally) have time to post. Sorry for the delay. I've been thoroughly enjoying my second job. But I've had to take a few days off from both jobs.

I have a throat abcess. The doctor says I can't even eat toast, let alone shove a big cock down there.

I'll draft up a few posts in the next few days and get them out. But for now... its a big cup of slightly warm green tea.

Tootles.

#8

Last night was very odd. The weather was miserable. I slept quite a bit and had no sex. Boo to that. Funny, after I killed it last week.

I was supposed to meet up with some girls from the day job, for a girly day (manis, pedis, cocktails and movies), but they piked, so I went home and slept instead.

Since I have nothing to report on last night, instead I choose to tell you about how I transform from confidently pudgy girl next door to slammin, curvy nympho, and back again.

It starts on the Friday. A killer gym session, followed by a quick facial hair management scheme. One week I delapidate the mo', the next I pluck my eyebrows to within an inch of their sexy, shapely lives. I know, sexy much? But it seems that both take 2 weeks to resprout, so I do them on alternate weeks and give them a tidy up where necessary. Also, on Friday's, I tend to give my nails a touch up. If needed, I'll head to the manicure place to get my cuticles tended to on a Saturday. And grab a latte on the way.

Saturday I sleep as late as I can. Usually surfacing about 1pm. Have a light breakfast, with latte, then chill out. I make sure my bag is pretty much packed with my outfit, fruit and soup, and that I have enough condoms. Then I head to the bathroom late arvo, where I instert contacts, take care of the bikini fuzz, apply a toning facial mask, and shave my legs and armpits. I hit the shower and use a body scrub, working it in throughly to give me soft, supple skin. Finally, just before I step out, I rub a little conditioner through my hair.

Then all over body moisturising. Massaging it in thoroughly. Usually by this time, I crack open a can of sugar feee V, cuz I don't like evil carbs and sugarfree red bull tastes like guarana'd ass.

Then crank up the music and being the dancing process, while selecting my underwear. My hair is pretty simple. It has natural wave, so I simply enhance the curl. Then dress in jeans and a t shirt, last check on facebook, and I'm out the door.

I do my make up when I get to work, either smoky eyes and 50's red lipstick, or soft peachy lips with green/blue eyes. I don my outfit, pull on my stay up fishnets, and zip on my killer, mega sexy, BDSM inspired platform heels. Yeah. If you want to lick shoes, those are the ones you should get hard over.

Then I fuck the night away.

When I'm done, I take off my make up, get back into my jeans and tee, and put my hair up in a pony tail. And head home. Immediately. I set my alarm when I get on the train, curl up around my bag (which has my bulging wallet in it), and sleep. I have breakfast when I get off the train. At the moment I'm into hot, egg based brekkies. I know, eggs = bad, but I've just done a killer work out and I've earned those poached eggs, mmmkay?

Then home, for the hottest shower I can stand. I don't care if I've had 10 showers that night, this is the one that counts. I scrub my face, especially around my eyes, use the scrub on my body again, and wash my hair. It usually takes about 20 minutes under the water. I come out looking like a prune. But red, not black. And I'm back to wearing glasses.

Then all clothes go into the laundry. Including the towel I use to dry myself. Complete separation from work. I take half a sleeping tablet, collect the cat, and crawl into bed. I relish the feel of my sheets against my skin, and then I drift off until about 1 or 2.

I get up and chill through the last few waking hours of Sunday. If its been a good night I'll go shoe/DVD shopping. And obviously bank my earnings. By this time I'm well and truly back to being glammed up, pudgy girl next door. With a secret smile on her face.