I have published some books about my time as an escort in Rome

I never really get to know the people who read this blog. I have noticed that it is still popular, and although I do not write blogs anymore and have stopped working as an escort, people still seem to visit. I am amazed as to visits from people all over the world. The last month, for example, I seem to be popular in the United States. Maybe, recent political events have created an interest in Europe and Rome to compensate the negativity that has been offered by senior administrators of the government.

I for one love the United States and have made love to a number of men from over there. The United States has a proud history and one that has enabled Europe to escape the rule of tyrants. Maybe we can reciprocate one day!

One amazing company that comes from the US is Amazon. Amazon has given me an opportunity to be published and so I have written a few books of my days bouncing around on a king size bed. The details are below.

Thank you again for reading this blog, it is much appreciated. I do not make any money from it as it was long ago decided that 'smutty' material did not comply with the regulations of advertising on this site..

So here are a few of the books that I have written:

https://www.amazon.com/Escorts-Guide-Galaxy-Daria-X/dp/B0DP251YBT

https://www.amazon.com/Poems-Without-Condoms-Prose-ebook/dp/B0CWFN5BNB

https://www.amazon.com/Truth-App-Candide-Reasons-ebook/dp/B0DKXZWC2W/ref=sr_1_2?crid=2FJNMORLHG7DS&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.doFRFjPZLF45ufZqFJD-vmPzVcELh1oeZBsVUfbQ_57FjSD-qUyej46UjLyRAJv0.P1emLfTbUgeat9fpXGfxhWLHvs8k0iRYkTwfPlBPpVs&dib_tag=se&keywords=Truth+App&qid=1745576678&s=digital-text&sprefix=truth+app%2Cdigital-text%2C299&sr=1-2

A Room With a View

A Room with A View

It was not a beautiful room
Functional, clean and acceptable
There was a bathroom, a big bathroom
Bidet, shower and good, hot water

The bed was large, not king-size
But big enough for 2
And sometimes three
It was often used

There was a room before the bedroom
It was usually bare, like me
Except for a table and 2 chairs
It led to the bedroom

There was a balcony, seldom used
That looked out onto a big garden
It was a pretty view
But nobody really wanted to look

By the side of the bed
Was a music centre
It played to drown out my noises
I am often loud when fucked

The music was often English
And frequently the same
It was background music
And only a few visitors were interested

And by the bed, a bedside cabinet
Where I kept my condoms and toys
And sometimes massage oil
If it was needed

It seldom was as my visitor
Wanted to be in
With his tongue, cock and finger
And I was happy to oblige

There was a chair
Where playmates heaped their clothes
Some folded them neatly
Others too much in a rush to bother

From the bed I could look in the bathroom
It was green and spacious
Some action took place here
But more often than not it was just for washing

It was a quiet, secluded room
Peaceful and ordinary
Looking at it now
You would never believe the things
That took place inside

But there are some of us who do!!!! ;-)

Stains

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I cannot forget DariaX

She is part of me
A big part
She helped me explore
My sexuality
To understand men's needs
And deeds

DariaX made me more confident
When naked
And clothed
But more when naked
Naked and being loved
And fucked

She took me to hotels
And places I may have never visited
To special places
And she was exciting
And she was excited
And she was me

I baked him Shepherd's Pie

It's strange to cook English food
I mean, what is English food?
I mean what?
But a recipe arrived
And I followed the instructions
I went by the book
I read word for word
A pinch was a pinch
And a tablespoon a tablespoon
But the result was tasteless, insipid
Yes, insipid
He said this was English food
Functional not tasty
A Protestant feast
But he said I had missed one ingredient
'Love'
And he was right
A recipe without 'love' is not a recipe
A dish without 'love' is not a dish
And without 'love', life is insipid.

Why do some men remember me?

It is freakish, it is

strange
It is alarming, sometimes charming
It is a lottery, a game of chance
And sometimes depressing

I often want to forget
But not to be forgotten
To be thought of fondly
And not to be rotten

I want to excite
In fantasies and dreams
To warm ageing minds
And lift dormant cocks

I want to be on your lips
And on your tongue
I want to be whispered
And to know it was fun

Because that makes it so much better

Three times, I'm No Lady

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjfq0Fr85Yg

He wanted it all the time
All the time
But I didn't

He talked about it
All the time
But I didm't

He took photos
In all positions
But I didn't

He kissed me
All over
But I didn't

He exploded
In a minute
But I didn't

He wanted more
But he couldn't
But I could
I said again
But he didn't