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!!!! ;-)

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

Mirror, mirror on the wall.....

'Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who was the very best fuck of all?'
'It's difficult to tell as you seemed to enjoy
Most of them
Or you made the right noises!'

'Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who gave me the best orgasm of all'?
'It's difficult to tells as you were often loud
Does loud mean good?
Or were you just making the right noises?'

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who had the very best cock of all?'
It is difficult to tell as you hid
Most of them inside you
And all of them made the right noises!'

'Mirror mirror on the wall
It was you who fucked me best of all
You gave me the best orgasm
And you had the best cock
I know because I loved watching you.'

I still have my knickers!

They are a little worn

But not torn

Colour still vivid

Not faded

They fit well

But you can tell

I'm inside them

But also outside

They used to slip

On and Off

Like a smoker's cough

Off more than on

They were pulled off

Slipped off

Yanked off

Eased off

They were left on the floor

By the door

Around my ankles

Below my bum

They were never mine

I just wore them

Men explored them

Men adored them

I still have my panties

My adventures unspoken

But in the elastic and material

Lies my story

The road with no crossroads

On the left is a large, rectangular field
Yellowing under the hot,midday sun
No shade, just torrid, blazing heat
The only life, is insect life
And it seems, for many of these,
It is too hot

 It is far too hot, hot on your feet hot
Flies rush to your lips and eyes
To capture saliva and moisture
And anything the body lets out
They are crazy with heat
And ignore the swipes of a sweaty hand

The flies, like me, are on a mission
They like me are maddened and frustrated
My salty, eyes cast mistily
To the right and scans another field
It is a multitude of browns and conveys barren
Even the weeds have withered

The brown field appears bereft of life
Without redemption
It awaits the rain, like we all do
To cool and wash away the
results of the heat
But everything seems dead

The rain, it is hoped, will nourish the soil
But what is there to be nourished?
Is it possible that life can survive this?
Can life emerge from the dust?
Can the land become green and lush?
And productive?

And in front, behind a windscreen of dead flies and gnats
A long, long road
Not winding at all
Straight but with gradients
Ups and downs
But the overall image is down

Down to the horizon
Where there isn't much
To talk about
Other than down
Other than road
That is long and straight

The road is without crossroads
Without intersections
Without junctions
There is no official way off this road
But many have tried
Tyre marks edge the side of the tarmac


The tarmac is sticky
Black puddles, inky splodges
Mingled with dust
Tracks appear to go nowhere
And maybe I like nowhere
Maybe it is a better place to go

He wanted his wife!

He was nervous, he was shy
He was distant, he didn't want
To lie
Next to me, at first
And then he did

And he softened
And we cuddled
He closed his eyes.
And hugged
Me, so tight

He was quiet,
He was so silent
He did not want
To talk
So we didn't

He lay atop of me
No eye contact
He was looking for
Someone
Someone not there

He was not looking
For me
He wanted his wife
She was dead
You see

She had died
And he died a little
Too
But that is why
We call it LOVE

Sex is so much
Different
And he had confused the two
And I sometimes do
Too

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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The Story Of Pie - I'm 22/7 parts there

I did not have much idea of what a pie was until I lived in the United Kingdom. Generally Italian are not big pie eaters. I discovered pies, however, in England. You could not miss them. They are everywhere. These two links will give you some idea of what I mean.


https://www.google.it/search?q=English+pies&espv=2&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=jHeiVJ6LEpPeaNC0gYAB&ved=0CC0QsAQ&biw=1024&bih=495

http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/collection/pie

Pies are eaten as snacks, as main courses and as desserts. They seem to be eaten any time of the day!

There are even nursey rhymes about pies

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5UIAfKp7PPU

Pies come in all sorts of sizes and shapes. Some have exotic names others local names. A pie is usually described as having a top and bottom made of pastry.

One pie that is often eaten at Christmas is the pork pie. For me it is a diabolical food. If offered a pork pie I generally refuse. Politely of course. The pork pie has also lent its name to a hat.

It was also in England that I came across the cream pie  Here I mean the innocent cream pie.The cream pie is used by clowns and others trying to be funny.

Basically it is a pie looking shape over flowing with shaving cream. It is often used in slapstick comedy!

The story of pie has nonetheless introduced to me the less innocent cream pie. The sexual cream pie. That is bareback sex and the male having his orgasm inside. The cream pie being the sperm emerging from the orifice that has been used.

In the world of sex and pornography the creampie is a big success. It is very popular. I imagine in the world of safe sex the creampie represents danger, excitement, pushing the boundaries taking chances etc.

I do admit when I am with someone I know well and knowing for some time I enjoy having thesperm enter my body it is very thrilling. I love feeling the male cock shudder and throb whilst inside me!

Pies, therefore, are not for everyones taste but for many they are part of an everyday diet!!!!

I do recommend you try one though!

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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Christmas cums but once a year! I cum more!

Christmas is a great time. I know it is also stressful, chaotic and very fattening but not many people don't look forward to it.

Santa can cum in all forms

But maybe I would prefer a Santa like this.

You may like this present.

And I may enjoy this!!!!

Have fun and enjoy yourselves

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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An Egyptian Goddess

He was Egyptian and she was too!

She was very beautiful
Stunning infact
A dusky brown skin colour
And amazing eyes

I had seen her around
Shopping and doing stuff
She always stood out
She was always appreciated

She was aloof but not rude
Kept herself to herself
But was polite and well spoken
Her eyes always shone

And here she was
At the bottom of my bed
Naked and adorable
And utterly sensual

She moved between my legs
And her tongue tasted my cunt
Her husband watched
Quietly and passively

Her tongue was like velvet
Sending shudders and shivers
All over my body
She was good

She moved delicately
To my breasts
Holding one gently
And sucking the other

I was having fun
And she knew it
She kissed my neck
And them my lips

I was not usually into
Such passionate embraces
With another female
But it seemed natural and obvious

Her long fingers entered my cunt
Effortlessly, they glided in
Moistened by my excitement
And my cunt willingly opened

She sat astride me
Wanting my tongue inside her
And I licked and I kissed
She smelt of sex, new sex

And then her husband rode her
He was rough and sarcastic
With his motions
And she groaned with delight

She liked his coarseness
And contempt
And I felt her shudder
And orgasm

And I wanted too
She leant into my crotch and
Savoured my hole
And I cried

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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Tongue Tied!

Tongue Tied

He sank between my legs
Like an unfed dog
He was breathing hard
He was hard
And the top pf his head bobbed and weaved

He stayed between my legs a long time
My cunt, a sexual oasis
He tasted me and savoured me
His tongue worked hard
And my sex responded

He was pleased, ever so pleased
To taste a moistening hole
An eager hole
I pushed his head hard
He groaned with delight

I pushed his head deeper 
Into my welcoming crotch
I wanted his cock
I could see it hard
But he prefered to lick and suck

And I was cumming
He felt my explosion
He tongued me more
He was my Hard Rock Cafe
And I was ready to rock

He twisted his body into mine
His cock slipping into me
Easily, no fidgeting
Straight in and riding me hard
And we both melted

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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