The Weather = Sticky Sex

My god its hot, I am sat in the garden as I write this with a glass of wine, sitting in the afternoon sun, literally just melting.  Im in such a sunny mood too, I've even booked a little holiday in October to visit friends abroad.

The sun brings out all the men in shorts and sexy skimpy tee shirts. I have to double take at every bloke I pass on the High Street with all these fit bods, hairy legs, rippling chests, all dressed with literally everything on show. 

It's times like this that you appreciate just how nice it is to have a little outside space, I love sitting outside in my tight Adidas football shorts with my rugby player legs on show. I seen a guy yesterday who had an all over tan from sitting in the garden with a white patch around his arse and lunch packet.  I'm finding sex to be more sticky and hot with the most amazing anal orgasms when the bloke slagging me is banging away with such force and vigour under such high temperatures.  My bedroom fan is on maximum, just to help cool down my clients as the sweat pours from their brow whilst receiving the most intense deep throat blow job from me.   Giving such deep, throat penetrating blow jobs gives me a chance to cool down in front of the fan whilst he squirms within excitement at the thought of his 9 inch cock being taken down my throat to the balls.  

This weather has everyone horny. I'm giving them the sort of sex they're promised on the first drunken night with the missus on a First Choice package jobbie to Solou.  This weather is making them want to have that filthy sex right now whilst its on their mind,  They want me on top,  sliding my arse cheeks down their shaft, as they lie there with their arms folded behind their heads savouring every inch of penetration inside my hole.  This weather has me incredibly horny too and I want them to finish off with me on all fours and their cock buried deep into me with their hairy balls slapping off my arse and my balls with every hard thick stroke, then for them to gather pace and ram it up me from the tip of their thick bell end to the bottom of their shaft and shoot their load deep inside, pull out, slap my arse, thanking me for to ride and collapsing on the bed.  Once the rubbers is off, I wrap my lips around his cock and savour the last few drops for my tongue, just so I can taste his summer seed.

Phew, after all that, a shower is essential in this weather, we can't have them going back to good old wifey smelling of sticky, filthy bloke on bloke sex.  

Ive found myself so dehydrated this past fortnight that a gin and tonic is the order of the day after every client and you can see why, with appointments as filthy as that every day.

Texters

Yes, that old chestnut is back.

When you have a really busy week you don't think twice about the texters but last week was a quiet one for me.  It's the week before payday and generally a quieter one than usual.  You tend to notice the texters more on quiet weeks because you're trying your very best to be as helpful as possible without getting ratty with them when you're on the 5th text and there is no sign it developing into an appointment.

Many fellow escorts think I am exceptionally patient with texters, especially when they usually text back with a standard reply of "Sorry I don't text, please call".  I don't mind one or two texts but I will admit, I get bored by the seventh.

Most of my regulars - over and above 70% will just text me for an appointment.  That's not a problem.  I know who they are, I know they've seen me before and they know where they're coming to.  It's the ones I don't know who cause the most problems.

A snapshot of last weeks texts that went nowhere include

"I can't ring mate, the speaker on my phone doesn't work, this phone is for texting only"
You need to pop to Tesco and get yourself a cheapo phone that works then.

"So tempted"
I'm not.

"Can I just book by text, you will want to see me, I take cock you know"
Nope and the prospect of having to do all the work too isn't a vote winner either.

"What you doing tonight mate"
Washing my hair, well what's left of it lol.

"Im age 25 my body fit and clean. my cock also big"
That's nice for you but the answer is still no.

Do these guys think that I will bend my rules because they have a big cock, or have a phone that doesn't work properly.  Texters are the bain of any escorts life.  They get quite shirty when you stop texting them too.  Thing is, in any one day I can get up to 10-20 guys texting me with nonsense, that's 70-100 texts a day.  We get very bored with it and when one texter said to me "I don't understand your problem with text".  I replied "Yes and neither did the other 15 guys who text me today but didn't want to book".  He text back and apologised and said something along the lines of "Oh I really didn't think, god we must all really annoy the life out of you".  I had to agree with him.  They annoy the living daylights out of escorts.

I've never understood either, why texters have to drip feed you questions.  Why can't they ask the bulk of stuff in the first text.  As my picture above illustrates, I don't even bother replying to texts that simply say "Hi".  I can't be arsed with them.  If you get a nice concise text with "Hello Steve, any chance I could see you for incall at 2pm for an hour", it's a fair assumption it's going to be a go-er.  When you get a text with "Are you working", then "How much" then "What times", then "I wanted 4pm, no good" why couldn't he just text with "Are you working Steve at 4pm".  I also hate it when they ask about services.  I don't mind discussing services but when you reply back with your list of do's and don't, it's always something else they were after.  I ignore texts that want pictures and/or cock size.  They're not meeting someone in the train station from Date Direct with a view to marriage and my cock size is either going to be too small for them or too big.  If I tell them the actual size, they'll say that's too big for them to take and if I say it's just normal, they'll suddenly want a big cock.  I can't win.

Texters - I wish they'd just bugger off and bother someone else.