Little House On The Prairie

There was a little house
On the Prairie
Well, not really prairie and not little
Somewhere between Ostia Antica
And Casal Palocco

It was cowboy country
A mish mash of good
And the bad
And sometimes the ugly
But definitely cowboy

Men played shotgun
With me on a regular basis
Some shot pistols, others rifles
But they liked to shoot
And you could find their bullets everwhere

I'm not sure if I was a cowgirl
Sometimes cowgirl positions
But often not
Men often imagine unorthodox things
Which are not always easy to do

Men rode into town on their stallion
Sometimes brown or black but often white
Colour never changed the gallop
Or the things that took place
There is no prejudice in a whores bed

But after the ride we sat by the campfire
And talked, and more
Often the talk was of loved ones
Of which I was not one
But they loved my cunt

They loved my cunt and ass because
They were always available
At a price
And men like that
They are not patient

I don't live on the little prairie
Any longer
My cowboy days are over
Yet I still get ridden
At my 'bidden'

But the wild and wonderful west
Is now just a memory
The dust lays fast
And I have cobwebs
Around my cunt

February is quiet and sometimes depressing! Prose for Pros18

Today the sun is out and I feel more positive. Nonetheless, we cannot expect sunshine throughout the month. We have to expect grey skies and rain. And that is depressing. The beach and the heat seem far into the future and the days are ahead are paved in dreariness. However, there is one thing we can do to brighten up our days and that is to get naked in a warm room and do the things men and women have been doing on February days for centuries. There is nothing better in February than to lie next to a warm, excited body when outside it is raining and cold. So if there is anyone wanting to escape February blues then get in touch.

And here is a poem I wrote when watching the sky clouding over and the rain beginning to fall outside.

What do I do?

My visitors are from all walks of life
They are all ages
And with varied fantasies and dreams.
And with normal things to do
When they are not fucking me

My visitors are married, in a relationship
Single and retired
They are businessmen, politicians,
Electricians and some are police
And some I don't know, they don't tell

My visitors are all after the same thing
They are aching to be taken
Out from life's rituals
Out of life's chores
And I take them on a journey

But when my visitors leave me
When they leave my bed
When they leave ruffled sheets
And damp stains
And my holes are vacant

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What do I do? Where do I go?
''Where do you go my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the world that surrounds you
I want to get inside your head.''

And you would be surprised.
By how normal my life is
How routine my world is
How I fit into social norms
And how I do what many do

I ride my bike, I like exercise

I read, I like to read

I cook, I usually cook for people

I sunbathe, when the sun shines

And I lay on my bed and write to you

How perfectly, fuckingly normal I am
I am

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Yes, it is my fault! Prose for Pros 17

Its just SEX......

He lowers my knickers and......
Places his tongue into
My welcoming cunt

He is still dressed and....
Places my hand onto
His swollen, hidden cock

I unzip his trousers and.....
Prise out his bulging dick into
My waiting hands

He lets out a moan and.....
Calls me his love and
Calls me his slut

He is naked all but his shirt and....
His socks and
I am all naked

He pushes me down and
Lies on top of me and
He cums on my stomach

He lets out a sob and
Criticises me for
Making him too excited

It is my fault and
I am sorry
And I promise not to be too exciting again

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                                 My Cleavage

It is a tunnel of love, a valley of desire
A place to put your cock
It's a slippery ravine, a lusty canyon
A place to exercise your tongue

It's a welcoming, inviting slope
A place to rest your head
And it is part of me
That catches the eye

Its a part of me that catches glances
That men zoom in on
A place where men feel at home
It's a man zone

It's a man's layby
A man's retreat
It is where they eat
And suck and kiss and cry

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                          Escorts have first times too!

He may have known

He may have guessed

I was first time Daria

Playing sexual chess

He treated me well

He was caring and kind

I was first time Daria

He never seemed to mind

I was clumsy and unsure

He was certain and more

I was first time Daria

A first time whore!

He fucked me well

He wanted anal too

I was first time Daria

Who hadn't a clue

He said it was fun

He would visit again

I was first time Daria

Wondering was I insane

He left me alone

I was aching for sex

I was first time Daria

Wondering who would be next

If anyone wants to be next then get in touch

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Condoms are a girls best friend!

Now it may surprise you that most of the men that visit me never bring a condom with them. One reason may be they have a wife or partner and don't want to have condoms found in their wallet or pocket. But I am still surprised. Consequently, I am a great user of my own condoms. And I do use a lot.

If you go to a supermarket and buy a packet of 12 you will realise that condoms are expensive. There are two ways to cut the cost.

1. Buy in bulk from an internet provider.

2. Make friends with someone working in family planning.

Now in Italy I tend to use the first solution, whilst in the UK I got most of my condoms free from a family planning clinic. UK has a lot of teenage pregnancies and so in an effort to prevent this they often give out free condoms. And you don't have to be a teenager!!!!

During a visit to the family planning clinic a friend  working there once told me a very funny and also embarrassing story. My friend was doing some research for a project on condoms and one of the things she needed to do was to compare how far each make of condom could stretch.

The project was part of a training course she was on and she was doing most of the research at home.

When she came to doing the stretching of the condoms she needed another pair of hands. Now at that moment the only spare pair of hands available were those of her 6 year old son. So she explained to him what she was doing and told him it was a game. And the boy enjoyed it.

However, the next day the boy came home from school and as usual my friend asked him about his day and what he had been up to. He looked at her and said he had being doing normal stuff. Then he looked at her a little quizzically and said his English teacher had laughed at his English story. My friend reddened a little not knowing what to expect and asked, 'What was your story about?'. The boy looked at her and after a few seconds said that he had been asked to write a story about what he had done the night before. And turning to his Mum he said '! wrote about our game!'.

Luckily my friend had a good rapport with her son's teacher who knew what her job was. She was, however, still very embarraseed.

Is there a moral here? Well one could be never to going stretching condoms but maybe the best one is to always have a good reason for doing something!

And if the reason is to have a relaxing and enjoyable time, well get in touch.

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The oldest profession?????

Prostitution is often quoted as the 'oldest profession'. It is an interesting combination 'oldest' and 'profession'. First of all, in the biblical sense, in the beginning there was only Adam and Eve. They must have been hunters, and builders, doctors and midwifes.Eve also must have been a good salesperson to entice Adam to take the apple!

 It would be hard to see Adam going behind Eve's back and having some relaxing sex as who would he have done it with. Eve's shadow?

In the long past, keeping food in your belly was the prime aim of the day. It is very hard to think about sex when you are hungry. I am Italian, I love food and I cannot focus on anything when my stomach is turning!
So the professions of hunting, edcucating, cooking, protecting etc must pre-date prostitution.

It is then quite interesting to consider when prostitution really began. As prostitution it is often seen as sex for money does this mean that it could not have existed before money? Or do we have to exclude money and think of sex for gifts. You get a fuck and I get a dead rabbit? And does it always have to be sex? I have often had games with men where sex does not take place.

The other thing that really baffles me when I hear the expression is the use of 'profession'. Prostitution and escorting is considered by many people to be a very inferior lifestyle. However, a profession is often considered something positive. A profession is better than a job. A profession often indicates something that you were born to do or dreamt of doing as a child, whereas a job is something you do to pay the bills.

To be part of the 'oldest profession' then, could even be seen to be extremely positive. I come from a long line of people who have offered sex without any strings attached. And I am professional, where a profession often involves a calling and has merit.

So if you do want to visit Daria, a member of the oldest profession, then get in touch.


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Fruit and sex! And I don't just mean bananas! And vegetables too!

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One service I am not often asked for but have read and seen it is a fantasy for some men is playing the role of the secretary. This is quite amusing really as I could play the role really well having trained as a bi-lingual secretary in the UK.

 I even have the right clothes for it. Here are the services I could offer

-Shorthand
-Typing 60wpm (maybe a bit slower nowadays)
-Word processing
-Spreadsheets
-Database
-Internet
-E-mail and faxing
-Excellent telephone skills
-Translation English to Italian and vica versa
-Accounts
-After work entertainment

I even have world wide recognised qualifications!

Now if there was anyone out there needing a Temp I am available. But please don't offer secretarial rates as I am an escort because the pay for a very well trained secretary remains abysmally low. Other things that I would bring to the job.

-A great deal of experience with businessmen
-Fun and humour
-Interesting conversation
-Sexual Intercourse

Now if you are interested in hiring me or even having me role play for, you get in touch.

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Aren't we strange people? But that is what makes us so interesting!

Now I do get up to some interesting things. And I have written about many of them and it seems that a lot of people enjoy reading about them. We are both curious and intrigued about what our fellows get up to. That's why tabloids sell so well!

Well, when I was in the UK I met up with an old friend who once asked to take some photographs of me. At the time I needed some new pics and so invited him over. The session was a photos session only. However, erotic posing does get me randy and I also enjoyed being told to get into certain positions. I liked being told to open my legs etc. And having the camera zoom over my naked body was a very exciting thing. To cut the story short, it did not take too long before he himself was between my legs and I was enjoying his cock. He was not only a very good photographer!!!!

This blog is not about this adventure, however, it is more to do with urine. As a child I was trained to wee in private places where I closed and locked doors and flushed the contents of my bladder down a toilet. Having a pee pee was a very private affair and was meant to be a very solo affair.

The idea of somebody walking into a cubicle when you are having a wee was and still is a situation I do not contemplate. The idea of being caught with my knickers around my ankles is a very embarrassing thought. Even today if I enter a toilet without a lock I get a friend to stand outside to block anyone entering and catching me peeing etc.

So you can imagine my surprise when I found that men actually liked to see me pee, liked to see photos of me peeing and some even liked to drink my pee. Here I was hiding myself when most of the males would love me not to be so hidden!

My photographer friend enjoyed taking photos of me urinating. These pics are of me. And in a way they are very beautiful.

Men have created names for this pleasure, names like 'golden rain', 'golden showers' etc I must admit I have no problem entertaining men who want to see me pee etc. I prefer to give this pleasure rather than to receive it but I have come to understand it is a fantasy many men have.

I imagine the desire to see me pee comes from it being such a private act and one that still offers mystery and intrigue. If we all urinated together maybe the fantasy would not exist!

Anyway, I have to finish now as I need a pee!!!!

If anyone does require this kind of service then do give me some warning as I will need to drink a lot beforehand!

Have fun!!!!

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