Fucked but no bread!

There I am shopping
Ham in hand
Walking towards the bread counter
Thinking what else I need
And the phone rings

Am I available now
And I rush home
And suddenly I am in bed
Cock in hand, and naked
A hand manoevring towards my cunt

My bedmate looks thrilled, excitied
His eyes lusting for more
And he comes, a lot
And then dresses and rushes home
And I lay there fucked but no bread

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Women were born to be unfaithful!

Now this may come as a shock to some, but I really doubt it, Women are created, women are designed, women are made to be unfaithful. It is as natural as breathing. So for all the men that read this just accept.

Those with girlfriends and wives just be content that they are happy and doing something they cannot stop doing.Don't fret about it, don't lock them up, don't try to dominate and control. Just accept. It will happen, it may have happened and it may be happening.

There are many reasons for this. Some complex and some less so. Here I will deal with the less complex. I am an escort and you cannot expect a psychologist response.

Firstly, I am capable of fucking at any time of the day. I don't need an erection. I have a hole to be filled and it is enjoyable having it filled.

I can also fuck immediately after an orgasm. Infact I prefer to! Women are fuck machines. They don't have to dream and fantasise all day about it. But when the opportunity arises they usually are keen. Animal instincts come into play.Consequently, they have the apparatus to fuck anytime, anywhere and any place!

Secondly, opportunity. When I go out wearing a low top that gives a view of my breasts I am suddenly wanted. When I smile a lot  and give men the right eye glance I have a number of men wanting to get between my legs.How many men are able to say this. I can just open my legs, show my cunt and my sex is a magnet for a man's cock. If a man did the same he would be arrested as a pervert!!!

Thirdly, men have many ways to feel wanted, valued, desired etc. Women in the main don't. Attracting men and attracting men to want to fuck makes you feel good. Makes you feel needed, wanted, desired. And this is a great feeling!

It is as easy as that. And no way can a man stop the inevitable. So men need to accept it to even enjoy it. A woman satisfied is a better friend, a better partner a better wife. You will have a more enjoyable sex life if you give her the opportunity to explore her sexual side. And I know!!!!

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Fanny farts and wind!

Last night was amazingly stormy. I was awake most of the night listening to things flying around outside! Ostia area does get some incredible storms. These are often in spring and autumn but summer does get them too. And last night did we get one!

So as we had incredible winds here I thought I would devote this blog to 'wind'. 'Wind' is usually a great indicator that you are comfortable with someone. You very rarely fart in public and try you best not to fart in front of strangers. However, it is not unusual to let rip with a very good friend. And maybe that is how it should be!

Wind comes out of your bottom and out of your mouth. The names for these are not often taught in English classes but I think they should as they are freely used in English speaking countries. So for those who do not know the name for wind coming out of your mouth, it is called a 'belch' or a 'burp'. The other end is called 'wind' 'fart' 'passing wind' or 'let one'. There are many more as English has a ton of words for everything.

Now there are people who do request a service where you fart into their face. I have never had this request but a friend of mine has. Now as I have mentioned many times I am not one to question people's likes and dislikes.

As long as nobody is getting hurt and everyone is in agreement then get on with it. However, I am always in wonder at how you could do these things to order. Can you imagine crouching over someone's face and screeching, 'Hang on a minute, it is coming!'. I would be in stitches of laughter and could not take the game seriously and so it would probably be a disaster.

One area where wind is emitted and again you have little control is the vagina. This is often called a 'fanny fart' or 'love puff'. American readers can let me know what it is called in American English as I do know the fanny is the bottom in the USA and not the vagina!

Here is a definition of a fanny fart.

Fanny farts (frump/queef)

All women do it at some time, usually at the most inappropriate times. Fanny farts 

are not the same as your usual fart, they are made up of air and not stinky gas 

(as no gas is produced ‘down there’), and they’re released from the vagina, 

not the bottom. During sex, air in the vagina gets compressed and is then forced 

out at high pressure (often following the removal of the penis/dildo etc). While they 

might not stink like normal farts, they do make the funniest, loudest, kill-the-moment 

noises ever.

Best way to deal with it: Laugh it off – together.

Now I must admit I do not do fanny farts. So anyone visiting me do not expect any. However, I used to do a double act with a very good female friend and she did amazing fanny farts. Loud and long! I was embarrassed but my friend and the man she was playing with just played on.

It would be interesting to read any stories readers have on this subject. I am incredibly interested in what happens during sex games and when people lie naked together.

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Are you having me on?

Because my mobile phone number is very visible in many places I do get some strange calls and messages. I have learnt to sieve through the real to the 'having me on' calls etc. But I still make mistakes and one thing I don't want to do is to be slightly abrupt to someone who is a bona fide caller. I mean what person would not get a little irate when for the 5th time on the same day I am asked the same details from the same person. I am able to remember voices and I do have the know how to record calls. So in the main I know who wants to see me and who wants a wank or to play around!

Nonetheless, I do make mistakes and I am always willing to learn. My usual format for meeting new people is to make sure they reveal their number. I will discuss things on text messages but I always want to hear a voice before I arrange a meeting. This is for my safety. People who have been before are not a problem, that's if they were friendly and good company. So for a few days I had been getting messages from a guy who said he could not call me as he was deaf. Now my first reaction was 'pull the other one'! But then I started to get e-mails too.

I then began to think what if this person was deaf and I was treating him so badly and not meeting his needs as I should be doing. Part of me hoped that he would find someone else or just get too tired of messaging me. But he did not, he persisted.

In the end I decided to meet by text messages only. This was a unique experience for me and I was a little concerned. In the end I decided to meet at a local hotel that I use. I could easily give this address without too much concern and if he failed to turn up it was not far to go home.

The meeting was for 9pm and it was going to be a 2 hour meeting. I arrived in the car park at the agreed time and there was a man waiting outside- He was the only man there and he looked my way and so I waved and he waved back. He was my man!

Well, in the end all my concerns were not warranted. He was deaf and he did speak in a different way but we communicated freely and it was an extremely enjoyable meet. He was everything a woman would want. He was caring, he was gentle, he was considerate, he was amorous, he was loving and he got hard in the right places. He was also excellent company and had a great sense of humour.

So what is the moral here? I think you should have rules in your life but now and again these may need to be broken. Rules are only guidelines, they are the signposts that help you make decisions. But if I had stuck by rules I would never have met this lovely man!

So I am starting to learn sign language and my first sign I will learn is 'fuck me' and then 'thank you'!

So if you do want to break some rules then get in touch.

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People think I am rich!!!!!

Some of my visiting friends often make a comment about money and how I must be well off. They look at my tariff and then strangely multiply this by the normal hours they themselves work. They then arrive at some large sum that they assume I bank every day. I must admit I have to laugh.

First of all the tariff for my service is lower than that of many professional people visiting me. I know, I have visited solicitors etc and have had some painful experiences!

Secondly, there is the assumption that I can lay on my back and have a queue of rampant men waiting to take me to heaven.

And thirdly, many have an idea that this is all I do and that I have no other pressures on my time and energy.

I do sell sex and the service I offer is to fulfill sexual fantasies of those that visit me. I enjoy this but I have perfected certain skills that ensures my playmates have fun, feel relaxed and feel better about themselves.

This service is a special service and it is impossible to be offering it all day and all times. I love sex and I love to be fucked but alas I am not a machine. I feel and have emotions like anyone else. To offer an exciting service I must be excited and enthusiastic. I consequently do not play every day and do not have queues at my door.

Finally, I do have a life away from escorting. I think this is why some men visit me. I do normal things like washing up, cooking, looking after people, going to the market. I do have family and friends who have no idea of my escorting world. And as a result I sit and drink coffee with my friends and discuss a world far away from that of escorting.

And like all of us I do sometimes have financial problems. I do not earn a fortune and I sometimes need a sum of money like everyone else to buy a car, pay for family medical treatment, etc etc.

My problem is I do not have the paper work to go to a bank or other loan merchants to get this loan. So if there is anyone out there with any ideas as to how I can lay my hands on 5000 euro I would be happy to listen to them.

I am rich in many ways but not always with the money in the bank. Nonetheless, I am still smiling, still ready to fuck and still keen to ensure visitors have their fantasies and wet dreams realised!

Any sensible suggestions would be welcome. And non sensible ones are always welcome as I like to laugh!!!!

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Why do I write a blog?

This is an interesting question which I often pose to myself. I mean I do spend some time thinking about the content and the pics to go with it . It is not something that I make direct money from. You see me naked for free, both visually and mentally. So why?

Well it does raise an interest in some people to pay me a visit. It is a form of advertising.

However, it is not the main reason. I am involved in an area of life where I cannot advertise what I do. I would be foolish to do so. I have family and friends who have no idea what I do. This is frustrating in many ways as I have to lie to people I love and I cannot be proud of being a success in what I do. We all want to be proud of our achievements. I do have many achievements and I do have many skills. Nonetheless, these are not things I can openly discuss.

So I do think I write this to get feedback for my prose and not my pose. For my mental skiils rather than physical ones. To get feedback for the work I do on a keyboard rather than a man's body. So I write and I write in a second language and I crave acceptance for both these skills.

Nonetheless, I do love sex and I do love to fuck even though I cannot tell the world about it. So I will keep writing and fucking and these will be my life balances. So if you want to have a very secret rendezvous get in touch. It will be something only between you and me!

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An age old story!

I have been trying to find a book that I read a few years ago. It was a haunting, strange book written by a famous Japanese writer. It was about getting old. I have recently found some details about the book, see below.

The House Of Sleeping Beauties

Nobel prize-winning author Yasunari Kawabata is noted for his combination of a traditional Japanese aesthetic with modernist, often surreal trends. In these three tales, superbly translated by Edward Seidensticker, erotic fantasy is underlaid with longing and memories of past loves.

In the title story, the protagonist visits a brothel where elderly men spend a chaste but lecherous night with a drugged, unconscious virgin. As he admires the girl s beauty, he recalls his past womanizing, and reflects on the relentless course of old age.

In the book the proprietor of the brothel drugs the young women prior to the visit from elderly gentlemen. The clients are embarrassed to be seen. They cannot bear to see the eyes of the young women when they are naked as our eyes cannot lie. They want to feel young again. Their body may have aged but their mind remained young and desiring.

The reason I write this is that I often get nervous gentlemen visiting me who are afraid I will not want to play with them because of their age. Can I make a statement here that I am very happy to play with men of all legal ages.

 The only problem I have is playing with those barely legal. I find 18-23 year olds an ordeal and often impossible.

Older men make me feel more secure. more appreciated and they often bring into the bedroom fun and laughter. Good sex can be serious and intense but it can  be equally good when it is fun and relaxed.

I am sure that my eyes will not betray me when I say that I am very happy and contented to have bedroom fun with elderly gentlemen.

 They bring experience and appreciation that these moments together are valued and important. Age does matter but not in the ways most people think.

Look into my eyes!!!!!

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