Prostituting the Arts

When I was in my late teens and early twenties I used to paint a lot. I enjoyed it a great deal. I like oil painting. The texture, the smell and the way the paint hits and skims across the canvas. I think we all have a desire to be creative. It is part of being human.

I recently started taking photos of cocks in the hope that I could produce a montage of all the cocks that I had seen. Unfortunately the idea waned. I don't really know why. Possibly art is more spontaneous and my project would have taken quite a few months.

I have also had long thoughts about what art best describes me and my life.

There is a lot of art that depicts prostitutes and sex. Lots it often preoccupies artists. Men like to fuck, paint, visit, discuss prostitutes but still keep them outside the law and in the dark!

I tried to consider myself as a Botticelli. Long beautiful hair, the centre of attention and naked for all to see. But it is not really me.

I am more a Lautrec painting. But even Lautrec does not quite capture my world.

Pop Art on the other hand examines the popular and the immortalised. Prostitution is both these but it is also scorned and ridiculed.

When I am a little depressed and think over my life and the things I do my Catholic upbringing takes over and I become a Bosch painting. All full of good and evil. Sinning and sinned etc.

But that is not all of me. Most of the time I am fun and have no problems with how I live my life. In the main I bring joy, relaxation and a little excitement into people's lives. What is wrong with that? So I am really not a Bosch!

So I have finally decided as a work of art I would be a piece of graffitti. Not any graffitti, a Banksy graffitti.

 I am in secret and obscure places, hopefully giving a little fun and light.

 I am not in the open but you can find me in places you never thought you would find me. Yes, I am a Banksy!

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A Message on Massage

When I was in the UK I attended a Further Education course in 'Hair and Beauty' and part of the course was 'massage'. I am a qualified 'masseur'!!!!

Although there are many legitimate masseurs it is very difficult to disconnect sex and a massage. Touch can be electric in the right places.

I know that I get very aroused when massaged. I love to feel fingers pressing my neck and my shoulders. I love to feel a hand between the insides of my legs. I may not love my feet but I really enjoy a foot massage.

I think that most sexual encounters, there are times you just want a cock inside and quick, requires a time spent massaging each other. It is a good time to relax and chat. It is the time when eroic messages are sent from the brain to the bits that need to be moistened.

There are many massaging lotions on the market, some even bestowing stronger and longer sex games when used. However, you only need an oil that smells nice and appeals to the skin. I have even had a sperm massage.

This usually takes place around my breasts as they seem to be the target for most men! Sperm is a good fluid for massage. It is even good for the skin.

So if any of you out there are getting a little stressed because of the economic environment we are finding ourselves in, why not have a massage. And I am happy to be available with very willing hands!!!

By the way that is my breast above. It looks rough but was quite gentle and very erotic!

Baci

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The modern taboo!

In a day I get many phone calls. Some days it is very hectic. I try to give time to all my callers and to help them feel comfortable. This is not always possible. Sometimes it is impossible!

Now and again a real 'wally' wants to ring time and again to annoy me. I am not sure what his/her need is but there are days when I am not too happy with caller. 

The challenge always comes after such a day when a nervous caller wants to talk about something they find difficult. They need a sympathetic ear and after a morning of brutal phone calls my ear and tolerance are not what they should be.

Callers want to discuss their particular fantasy and many are often shy to talk. They shouldn't be as I am yet to hear a truly original fantasy. Nonetheless, people worry that their fantasy may offend or upset and so are unsure of themselves.

There are other callers who are shy or embarrassed about their body. They don't have the body the media is constantly publicising or they have bits that they are not happy with or they feel may be rejected.

Quite frequently I get callers who have a disabilty. They have mobility issues or they have visual or hearing needs.

We all need sex. We are all very sexual. Your needs and desires do not go away if your body is not fashion magazine perfect. Your desires do not go away with age.

It is not a fantasy of mine to have sex with a disabled person but neither am I against the idea. People are people and I enjoy people. I enjoy meeting people from all walks of live. My bed is a living world where I have a wonderful opportunity to play and have a discourse with people I would not usually expect to socialise with. It is fun

Toleration and acceptance should be expected for all and I include myself. Some men who have fucked me will go away and when in polite conversation will deride the role I have in life.

Everyone needs to share intimate moments. To be naked and to only wear a smile. It is important. Lonely days are bearable when you have an opportunity now and again to lie next to a naked friend. To whisper things you would never discuss publically.

As long as we are happy with what we are doing and nobody is being hurt we should be allowed to do it. Sex is wonderful. It occupies a lot of our thoughts and we all have them. And I mean all!

Which brings me to an interesting fantasy a friend has. When he was young his girl friend broke her foot. He, naturally visited her, and became quite fond of the foot. The foot became a great stimulation to him. The foot was in plaster and conjured up amazingly erotic fantasies.

These fantasies grew as he got older and eventually he had a plaster cast of a foot made and kept it in a secret place at home. When he visited me he had this plaster cast in a bag.

I had to strip naked and to wear the cast on my foot. Luckily it fit quite well. He wanted me to walk up and down my stairs. He loved the sound the plaster foot made on the wooden floors and my movement when wearing the foot. Eventually he ejaculated on the foot and was in blissful heaven.

It was an unusual but not unpleasant experience. I do enjoy unusual experiences!!!!

So the message this morning is whatever your colour, your creed, your age or your appearance etc go and have some fun.

And I am here if you need some!

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Isn't it funny!!!

When you are young the dark, the night. seem to be the hours when sex and sexuality does its dance. You hear the word 'nightlife' and you immediately consider close encounters.

Being an escort however, changes this perception. Daytime is the time for sex and adventures and night time is the time for sleep. Most of my fellow travellers have relationships which mean night time liaisons are difficult. Consequently my sex life often begins at 9am. No sooner are my clothes on than they're off again!

Daytime is different. The light conjures images that are very compromising. You can hide things in the dark but not in the light.

I also think that the night time has less competition from other things in your life. The night is a concentration on satisfying the body. The day time often has competitors for your time. There are the household chores and shopping. There is the nude sunbathing. There is the food preparation.

Nonetheless, day time sex can be as exciting as night time sex. The sun hitting my naked body always arouses me.

 Lying in bed with a passionate man whilst outside it is raining is romantic and fun.

 On cold days, jumping into bed with a rampant penis next to you gives warmth and comfort.

And one thing that makes day time sex enjoyable is to know that much of the population is at work.

 Doing the same old stuff and wishing they were home in bed fucking. And most of the time I am!!!!!

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An adored mistress!

I have often been asked to play the mistress. To dress up in black latex and look severe.I can do it and at times I enjoy it. I am very happy to spank a plump rump. I can, when I don't have my washing out, attach clothes pegs to all the hanging bits a man wants me to.

 I can also stand astride and man and let a golden shower flow towards his welcoming mouth. I am very happy to bring pleasure. If it puts a smile on my partners face and makes him feel better with his life then I am happy.

Nonetheless, I am more inclined to being a mistress in the style of Cleopatra. That is reclining in the bath, soaking in goat's milk whilst male slaves rush about for my pleasure and my indulgences.

My slaves will be naked and extremely deferential. As I remove myself from the bath I will smile and then be suddenly covered in a soft towel and to be rubbed carefully and gently. I will lie down and will have 3 men talc me all over from head to foot. They will dry inside my legs and in the places that are usually secret places.

When I am feeling cold after the bath two males will lie either side of me. Our bodies making an erotic sandwich and my body accepts their warmth. As I lie between these two bodies I will turn so my front can be caressed and kissed by the third male. I will push his head gently towards my cunt and ask him to lick me. As I do I feel arms around me and I am locked in a strong embrace. This embrace is not violent or hostile. More secure and inviting.

When I am wet I will beckon one man to enter me. I will grasp his arse and make him fill me up. However, before hie cums I will manoevre him out of my soaking love nest and invite another cock to enter.

 I will do this time after time. I want each cock to be on the verge of cumming but not allowing it to happen. And then when I want it I will invite each cock into my three orifices.

 I will instruct each not to ejaculate until I say. And then when ready I will invite warm jets of sperm into my mouth, my cunt and my arse. I will be soaked, satiated and saturated.

I will then invite another slave waiting in the wings to enter and to lick each orifice and to clean me. My slaves are not abused, violated or harassed. They perform their duties because I am their Queen and they want the Queen to Bee!

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You don't bring me flowers anymore!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nY_Fl78WKSI

Although I am a sexual plaything, an escort, a prostitute, someone you can go to fuck. I am, nonetheless, a woman and all women love , appreciate and respond to presents. Now do not think it has to be expensive, big, wrapped up in exciting paper just a little something is enough. It is the thought that counts.

And men do come to visit me with a present and I definitely enjoy this. It makes the adventure we are going on more sensual and romantic.

 I have had flowers, chocolate, perfume and even champagne but in the main men like to buy something sexy. I have been given vibrators, handcuffs, stimulating massage lotion and lingerie.

 Now I do love lingerie. As I have said in previous blogs the man's choice of lingerie gives you an insight into the man so helps me plan something fun and enjoyable for the both of us.

And at the end of an adventure I always get another present. This present often lands on my breasts, my stomach, in a knotted condom or somewhere flying around the room. I enjoy this present too! It is a present that says that the man has enjoyed himself. That he has unburdened himself. And this does make me happy. It really does!

However, the best present I have been given from all my visitors is the gift of confidence.A smile when they see me, a compliment a warm and loving embrace and some take beautiful photographs. I am constantly being scrutinised. All of me. I spend a lot of my day naked revealing bits that I am not always happy with. You do need confidence to be an escort and thank you to all those men who have given me this. I am very grateful. And here are a few recent photographs taken by a lovely man who has managed to make me feel beautiful, erotic and passionate!

Now some of my visitors seem to be on my wavelength. I started writing this early today and stopped when I had a visitor. My visitor had not read this but in his hands he had a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Thank you M it was eerie getting them as you seemed to know what was inside my head. Wow!

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