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!!!! ;-)

MY Pubes are Prickly! Prose for Pros 45

What shaving cream should I use?????

It's difficult to please, sometimes impossible
My first playmate wants shaved
And my second wants to see a bush

Should I just trim
Will trimming satisfy both
Or none at all

I'm not sure what I prefer
Shaving is a prickly business
Essential in summer when bikini clad

But in colder months a cover is cosy
It aslo conceals the cut, the gap, the hole
My personal playmate

Some men have a real preference
Want it nude or hairy and a must
Whilst others just want to concentrate on the cunt

Like a dress, the pubes conceal
And although men are interested in the dress
They often prefer it not to be worn

So what should I do?
What is your vote?
Shall I conceal or should I reveal?????

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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Sunbathing more and writing more!

A dear friend rang me the other day to ask how I was, but also to mention that he noted I was writing more recently. I think he had an idea that I was stuck indoors tapping away on a keyboard. Well, he can be reassured that this is not the case. As a result of modern technology I can do both at the same time. I can get tanned and tap away on my keyboard all at the same time. And it is wonderful to do so!

Writing and sunbathing has many pluses. I can listen to people and they give me my ideas.

Today for example the man who brings me a drink, Mustapha, reported that Ramadan was over and Eid was underway. Eid he explained was party time and a bit like Christmas. Mustapha appears to like chatting to me as I don't wear any clothes.

He does not ogle but I can see he is very happy to be close. I like Mustapha as do many others on the beach.He smiles, he is welcoming and he provides an excellent service.

As I chat away to Mustapha I notice Angelo loping along giraffe like. Angelo has a disability, probably caused by polio, he is tall, very thin and has a hollow chest. He is on the beach every day. He chats away with everyone. He is a very enchanting man and I cannot stop watching him when he walks. He is both elegant and extemely unusual. Angelo has a very slow way of talking. He is not stupid, far from it. He has a great wit. I heard him the other day talking to two young women from Milan. The conversation went something like this.

Angelo 'I could not help hearing your accent, you are from Milan?'

Woman 'Yes, is it so obvious?'

Angelo 'Yes!'

Woman 'Do you have a problem with Milan?'

Angelo 'No, not at all. Great things come out of Milan.'

Woman 'They do? Such as?'

Angelo 'The fast train to  Rome'

He had wonderful timing and both women's faces looked totally perplexed. I had to smother a laugh and pushed my face into my towel.

Mustapha was hanging around at the time. His limited Italian did not allow him to enjoy the banter. As I looked at Mustapha I began to dredge my memory banks for the number of moslems I had played with. In Rome this has been a total of 1.A lovely man used to visit me with an armful of chocolates and flowers. He treated me like a princess and I was a little embarrassed about the attention he paid to me. But I enjoyed it!

The UK, however, was the place I met the most moslem playmates.One in particular was a wonderfully generous man who owned a very popular local restaurant. He used to send his workers around with take aways when he knew I was at my flat. However, he became very possessive and wanted me to be available just for him when he wanted me. I told him that this was not possible as I was an escort but also had a personal life too and I did not want to be waiting at the end of a phone just for him. He took it badly and never visited me again. Such is life!

About the same time I had a young man from Bahrain visit me on a regular basis. He was studying at the local college. He was handsome and intelligent but very naive when it came to sex. He used to visit on a weekend when there were no classes and he was always extremely excited. No sooner was he in the door when he was pilling my clothes off. Now a bit of rough sex is fine but you need to build up to it and it needs to be done when the woman needs it. This young man was rough but too rough. My breasts were sore after a few minutes and I had to teach him the ways of enjoyable, mutually satisfying sex. And so he had lessons at the weekend too!!!! And I gave him plenty of homework!

So the beach is a great place to write and allow the memory banks to take you back to things that happened in the past. I am brown all over and I am very happy to show vsitors how brown I am.

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What did God make cunts for?

Michel Faber in his book 'The Crimson Petal and the White', wrote' What did God make cunts for, if not to save women from donkey-work?'.

 Now many of you who read this blog may think this quote is true of me.

I tend to write about fucking, shopping and sunbathing.

Not always in that order but you know what I mean.

However, I am like all women, a worker both in the home and outside. I iron, wash clothes, clean,cook take care of people. I also work as a secretary 2 mornings a week. I am consequently not using my cunt as well as I should. But maybe I am.

To be a good escort you also have to have a normal life. You need to do normal things and to have friends and family to support and be supported.

If life was just one long fuck then it would never be fun. It would be a chore and I would hate to find fucking a chore!

In the Faber book there is also a lovely poem that was written in 1880 by J H Gray and here it is. Enjoy!

The Girls that are Wanted!

The girls that are wanted are good girls
Good from the heart to the lips
Pure as the lily is white and pure
From its heart to its sweet leaf tips

The good girls that are wanted are girls with hearts
They are wanted as mothers and wives
Wanted to cradle in loving arms
The strongest and frailest lives

The clever, the witty, the brilliant girl
There are few who can understand
But, oh! For the wise , loving home girls
There's a constant, steady demand.

I like to be wanted and if you do want to spend a fun, exciting time with me then get in touch!

dariax@htmail.co.uk

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Golden Medal-Things people love to do!

Some people love to look up a skirt. The photo above is both exciting and creative. Upskirt experiences should be so!!!

Some people like a naked lady lying on the bed, fully naked and desiring a cock!

There are some people who like boobs. They like to see them, ogle them, touch them, caress them, lick them and to be smothered by them!!!!!

There are some people however, that want things that need preparation time. I have blogged on this topic before but it is always a popular topic. 

Here I am talking about golden showers, urine, pee pee etc. Some men like to see it, feel it, have it rushing over their bodies and some men think it is nectar and want to drink it.

A few years ago I had a film director who used to visit me who loved golden showers.

He would ring me a few days before his visit as to allow me time to drink copious amounts of water etc. I then had to prepare the bed with waterproofs etc as he did not want to play in the bath.

Men tend to have a greater control of their urine than women. So aiming urine into my friend's mouth was not always easy and it was often a hit and miss experience for him.

I did learn to control the volume of urine coming out but was not the best aimer in the world. But it was fun and he had a great time.

Golden showers is not for everyone. I prefer to give than receive but it is another way friends can get together and enjoy something a little different.

So if you do enjoy something a little different. And from my experience everyone does, then get in touch.

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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What do you do on a rainy day in Rome?

Well outside it is grey and dark yet it is 0818. Normally the sun would be out and the skies blue. There is an unusual silence broken by claps of thunder and the pitter patter of rain. Although Rome rain rarely goes pitter patter. More swish thwack! When it rains here it rains. Nothing like the drizzle of UK.

So what do you do in Rome when you have a day like today. Well, I think you have to fuck.

 I know this is my answer to most things but today it is a good one. Rome is and outdoor city. Ok you do get the museums, art galleries and churches but most of life, real life takes place in the open.

People meet in the open. People sit in the open. people eat in the open. And on hot summer nights people fuck in the open. Italians are not  generally open people but we do love the outdoors!

So what I reccommend today is to have sex like the weather. Pounding and heavy sex. Quiet cuddly periods followed by extreme powerful energy with explosive orgasms!!! That sounds fun!

So if you are in Rome and getting wet and weary you can always pop down to Casal Palocco.

The Colombo road will not be busy as not many people will be heading to the sea.

 Here you will find a very welcome embracr, some lively and enjoyable company and of course a real good fuck!

I want to be inside getting wet and not outside!

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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Sex Parties-Part 2

The second part of my story relating to a party I once organised with a friend which turned out a whole lot different to what we had imagined

Those who read part 1 will realise that I left my friend at my flat and I was not too happy with her. To be more precise I was livid. I realised that I had been taken in and now my flat was not about to host a swingers' party; a relaxing evening for couples and a few singles but now it was
looking increasingly more like we wre holding a party for men. 19 men and the two of us to be exact! It was infact looking more like a gangbang every minute.

I felt gullible, duped and betrayed.I left my flat and banged the door hoping the noise would indicate to my friend my feelings towards both her and the party she had planned. I walked down the stairs-four flights, as I was too annoyed to wait for the lift and was in no mood to stand near anyone.


When I am angry I am really angry! Coming out of the main doors I headed towards the pier. It was a blustery day and my hair quickly tangled and whipped across my face. Although intending to walk along the front the inclement weather sent me heading towards the nearest pub and within 5 minutes of leaving my flat I was downing a whisky and coke.


The pub was pretty empty. There were a few people with their heads into newspapers and that was about it. The landlady was pleasant and we exchanged a few words before she popped down into the cellars to do what pub people do.I sat at the bar when 4 very good looking rugby type lads entered. They smiled and asked where everyone was. I told them the landlady was down in the cellar and one went behind the bar and shouted down to where she had ventured.Soon a very red faced landlady appeared. At first she seemed a little cross but when she saw the 4 handsome faces lined up along her bar she mellowed and a big smile appeared.


'So, how can I help you lads.' she asked.


They all ordered beers and bought the landlady and me one too. The landlady winked and I winked back. However, our winks faded as we realised that they were not going to keep us company. No sooner had they taken the head off their beers they turned away from the bar, smiled again at the two of us and went to sit at a table near the window. The landlady and I shared a few glances. We were both having similar thoughts.


'That always happens.', she moaned.


'If they are boring and ugly they always stay at the bar wearing me out.'


I laughed and nodded. From where I was sitting, however, I was able to catch much of what was being said. A quiet pub does have some benefits. The more I heard the more I excited I became.


The 4 lads were speaking both loudly and with great expression. The conversation remained in one area. SEX. And more importantly the SEX they were looking forward to having that evening. And this SEX was going to be taking place in my flat. MY FLAT!


So I was in a great dilemma. Could I forgive my friend so quickly, cave into her demands that would obviously strengthen her resolve in any future argument or should I miss having these four men naked before me. The decision was not a difficult one and I finished my drink quickly and headed back home. As I left the pub I turned to the 4 men and waved.


'Hope to see you again sometime!' I called as I left the pub.

''Same here love!' they echoed.

As I met the cold night air I began to walk quickly. I was unsure as to why my speed increased dramatically as I neared my home. Was it the cold or just pure lust!

I am an escort living in Rome. If you ever get my way give me a call. My number is 0039 3281769818

Greedy and Needy! Part 1

Party Organisers

Organising parties is never an easy affair. To get the right balance is both luck and hard work. This is a party where I put in a lot of hard work but it never turned out how it should have been.
Although I work as an escort I also enjoy sex when I am not escorting and have often attended parties of friends etc. One evening I was at a party that was not going particularly well when my best friend, who was a bit tipsy at the time, suggested that we could do a whole lot better.

She then spent about one hour explaining how she would organise it and the things that would happen. I was also tipsy and very tired and much of what she said went in one ear and out the other.

The morning after I woke up with some recognition of what we had talked about but felt that it was probably all going to be forgotten. However, my friend tends to be one of those people who cannot let an idea go and by early afternoon I had received 5 text messages indicating that the party was going ahead and she already had a lot of interest. I read the text messages quickly and was not totally against the idea until I read the last message which read:

'I HAVE TOLD THEM IT'S AT YOUR PLACE'

At the time I was living at a large flat on the seafront in a lovely town in East Sussex. It was a lovely location but I never used it to entertain my escort clients. It was my place, a place where I relaxed and took on a different personality. I was both shocked and a little disappointed with my friend. I eventually text back:

'NO WAY'

But I never received a reply and so thought that she had got the message. But alas my friend is not a person to be put off and when she had something in her head it was difficult to get her to let go.

Two days later we met for coffee and she was all smiles. I apologised for letting her down and was pleased she had understood. At this her face dropped and her smile vanished.

'You can't drop out' she said.

'But I sent you a message. I told you' I replied, getting very confused.

'I thought you were joking. I have sent all the invitations out. We already have 12 couples and 26 singles that have already accepted and sent a deposit.'

My look must have been one of incredebility as she quickly added.

'You did agree on Saturday and you did ask me to get it organised. I have', she continued.

'But it was supposed to be fun not a money making venture. When money is involved you cannot relax and you spend the evening worried about everything.'

I was beginning to get very irritated with my friend. She moved her chair closely and put her hand on my knee.

'Look, see it as covering your costs. Your flat will need to be cleaned before and after the party and we can buy a few ornaments to jazz the place up. It's not like we are in the business of sex parties.

The more she talked the more I became less against the idea. I was, nonethless, slighly concerned about the mix of single men to couples and I told her. She looked at me with her big blue eyes sparkling.

'Look at it this way. Most partners enjoy their wife, girlfriend etc getting a good shag. We can assure them this will be the case. And most women I know are very happy to grope around with two or three men at a time. If we choose the couples right we can have a relaxing evening as voyeurs and take part when we want. They'll be no pressure on either of us to skip out of our knickers quickly.'

My friend was never one to take no. She was also very convincing and when she talked everything seemed a doddle.

So the day of the party arrived and I spent all day moving furniture, making rooms look exciting and welcoming and preparing food. By the time my friend appeared, which was late afternoon, most of the work was done. As the door opened I realised that things were not going to be as she had led me to expect. At first she said nothing and took herself into the kitchen to get herself a drink. After a few minutes she spoke.

'You know I said that we may not have to take our knickers off.'

'Yessssssssssssss' I wearily replied.

'Well I don't think you can count on that. All the couples have rung in and cancelled. Not too sure why but they have said we can keep the deposit.'

'And so you have informed all the singles that the party is off then.' I quickly asked.

'Not exactly'

I could feel my face redden and anger seemed to enter my voice.

'So what have you told them exactly'

'I've told them the truth and said that they could have their deposits returned but we would be here if they still wanted to come.'

'And the response?' I screetched

'They all still want to come!'

I looked at my friend's face for the first time since she had entered my flat. Although sheepish she had a sparkle in her eye.

'You have created this situation', I hissed.

'Don't be silly' she replied, sounding a little hurt.

'And how many single men are we expecting tonight?' I asked.

'19!'

'I was silent for a few minutes.

'Well you will be busy then. I am off out.'

And with that I fetched my coat and left the flat.

This is a true story and it will be continued. It would be fun to get some feedback if you are reading this. My address is dariax@hotmail.co.uk. My number is 0039 3281769818.

Baci Daria

Rome does get cold!

Saturday 21st January 2012

Give me a call!

I live not far from Ostia Antica and sometimes I catch a glimpse of visitors to the area dressed in shorts and T-shirts and not looking too warm. The locals stand staring in disbelief and shuffle off in their large coats, hats, gloves and scalves. Beware, Rome does get cold.

But there is some relief from the cold. It is a great place to be and it is called 'bed'. When the weather outside is giving you goose pimples and shivers the best place is in bed doing some horizontal exercise.

So if you are ever in the Rome area and the weather is not what you expected, give me a call. My number is (0039) 3281769818.

However, Rome also gets bright sunshine and clear blue skies. It is one of the things that dazzle visitors too. Often over the last few weeks, the frost has gone and we are given this clear blue up above. The light sometimes hurts the eyes.

So if you are ever in the Rome area and your eyes are hurting, give me a call.

Whatever the weather Rome can be chaotic and noisy. The traffic systems are special in a confusing way and so junctions are places where everyone jostles for superiority. It can be fun and interesting to watch but it can also be a little tedious and you may need to get away from it.

So if you are ever in Rome and the traffic chaos is giving you a headache, give me a call. I have plenty of ways to cure a sore head!

But more importantly Rome offers diverse pleasure. The Eternal City shares so many visions of past ages. In Ostia you can go from the world of the Roman Empire to the world of Mussolini in a few steps. You will often be in awe of the grandeur and landscape. It is at these times you may want a quiet period to reflect and relax.

So if you are ever in Rome and you need to relax and make your day more memorable, give me a call.

The message 'give me a call' echoes through this blog. However, the most important thing is to make the most of Rome. It is a beautiful city. So if you don't have the opportunity to 'give me a call' enjoy yourself. Soak up the atmosphere, wander the cobbled streets, eat well but do wrap up warm!

Daria x