Saturday 26 April 2014

You See.... I Fancy Being An Escort

I think it's high time I touched on this subject.  Guys who want me to help them become escorts.

When I first got into this work, I had no help, I had to work out which adverts worked, which ones didn't, which clients I appealed to and which guys were not interested in the likes of me.  I then had to focus on my finest attributes and work on a game plan to turn myself around from occasional, jobbing escort, to one that's known throughout the North East and indeed throughout the country.

This wasn't an easy feat.  I've been timewasted more times than a priest has fooked a choirboy.  I've driven out to hoax appointments and had drunks turn up at 11pm that I can't get rid of and I taken everything in my stride and learnt from my mistakes.  I've worked out which websites are good to market yourself on, I've worked out which places to avoid, I've introduced set times and rules that I don't break and I've done it all by myself.

If you fancy being a hairdresser on Gosforth High Street, the last thing you're gonna do is pop into the hairdressers next door to your new venture and ask him how busy he is and where he gets his customers from, potentially poaching someone elses client base.  Yes there's nothing to stop you setting up in competition next door if you want, plenty do it, but it would be a brave man or woman to tap the competition for tips......... so......... why do guys and girls think it's acceptable to ask me for advice on setting up in competition with me in the same town, marketing themselves at the same clients.  It beggars belief.

I've no problems with passing on the numbers and details of dodgy clients and warning other guys of potential hoax outcalls but telling them how to steal the thunder from beneath my feet is just employment suicide.  What incentive do I have ?  When you ignore the request or say no, you get a whole load of abuse, not all of the time I may add, some guys apologise and realise what a stupid thing it was to ask in the first place but some take it totally the wrong way.

I am not the only person tapped for this all the time.  It happens to other fellow escorts.  We're all asked it at least a few times a month, every month. If you want to become an escort, fellow escorts will, without even thinking, agree to furnish you with dodgy numbers but very very few of us are going to hand over our little black book of clients.

A few bizarre examples over the last few months.

"Steve, if you want I could come to yours and join in for free for a few sessions with your clients to get the hang of it"

"Steve, I see you're going away, you could divert your phone to mine and I could help out those clients"

"Steve, I need some cash so can I take your overflow work and give you some money back each time I see you"

I have no desire to be anyones mentor, hand over "overflow work" or divert my phone.


Wednesday 23 April 2014

The Easter Weekend

There wasn't a dull moment over the Easter break,  not one dull moment.  For me, it was wall to wall men, a few new ones, a few returning ones but all in all a nice few days with nice men, having a nice time.  Holiday times are usually quiet for me but last weekend was one of my busiest such weekend this year.

I was fucked so hard by a number of men on Saturday that I felt that some of my vital organs had been rearranged to accommodate all the cock that was rammed to me.  I'm not complaining, this boy loves to be fucked hard.  The harder the better.............   The weekend kicked off with a busier than usual Good Friday. I was quite keen to remind everyone that Friday was certainly good.  I just got settled down on Friday night after a busy day when someone text me wanting a 2 hour incall at 9.30pm. He was the nicest gentleman in the world..... cute..... hairy.... with a bubble butt that cried out to be fucked.  He was very respectful and after fucking him something stupid, he returned the compliment and climbed on board and gave Steve a good fucking. I even cum all over myself whilst he fucked me stupid and then he decided he couldn't hold off any longer and shot the hugest amount of cum I have seen in weeks.  Lovely thick gloopy man seed.

Saturday was busy and then I had a quiet day on Sunday without even the sniffings of a phone call but Easter Monday made up for it with another round of spectacular cock to choose from.  I was fucked that hard, over the weekend, it wouldn't have taken much effort for me to lay an Easter Egg.  I was well abused.

The rest of this week has ticked along nicely too. I am very lucky to have such good regular clients and very privileged to meet so many nice new men at the moment too.  A very high proportion of my appointments at the moment are with new men finding me for the first time, from all over the country.

Happy Days


Monday 14 April 2014

The Guys I See

All sort of guys walk through my door.... locals, executives, taxi drivers, shop keepers, house husbands and the odd vagrant but I always treat them with the exact same respect and I don't question them.  They can be old, young, usually 35 to 60 though and they can be fat or thin, they can tell me this story about themselves and that story about themselves and on the whole I take everything in but it's never repeated.  I try to find their most endearing quality, something that's hard to find at times and I focus on that.  I always try and remember something about them that I can bring back up at a later date, as a conversation piece.

The types of guy I see vary on a day to day basis.  I have some very lovely executive clients, who spend a lot of money seeing me, but who enjoy my company as much as I enjoy theirs.  They want a certain class of companion, well dressed, well spoken, who knows how to conduct themselves in private and public but who more importantly tailors the appointments to their needs and never lets the grass grow beneath their feet.  I am constantly trying to think of new ways to innovate myself with gentlemen I see often because the time we spend together has to remain fresh and exciting and I want him to have the very best sex life he's ever had in his life with no need to look elsewhere.

I have many local guys who also spend a lot of money seeing me.  They're the guys I see one a week as opposed to once or twice a month.  Four, one hour appointments off a local guy is almost the same money as an overnight with someone else once a month.  There probably isn't the personal interaction that an overnight affords but their time is in no way less valid than the executive guys.  I've been seeing many local guys that fall into this category for a number of years.  They have a certain need and although they're more incall at my place with me wearing joggers and a tee shirt as opposed to me travelling to Edinburgh in a tweed jacket and expensive shoes, their need is as important as anyone elses.

I see some gentlemen who want to try some man to man sex and who decide it's not for them.  That's fine, I like gentlemen to return time and time again but if they don't it doesn't really matter, there's always someone else around the corner ready to make an appointment.  These appointments tend to be much harder than the executives and the super regular locals.  These guys could have phoned half a dozen times before taking the plunge, get here and wonder what on earth they're doing here and simply want to walk away.  I have to deal with these situations, when they arise and try and think how to resolve their anguish at a moments notice.  You've got to be a good escort to deal with this type of client.  Luckily, not many blokes decline the appointment.  I'm talking in figures of 2 to 3 a year that walk away and decide they don't want the appointment, but earlier this year I was quite shocked that one of my 2013 walk away guys came back and went through with an appointment.  His nerves just got the better of him the first time around.

When the smelly, unkept, vagrant types walk in, you just think to yourself.... well it's half an hour and then I can get on with my day.  When they say "Will you suck it" and it doesn't look too clever, you have two options... a)  ask him to shower and offend him  or b) say "No I don't do oral without" and offend him.  It's usually the latter.  Let's face it, I'm not fussed if he returns or not because if he can turn up filthy like that, I am not too keen on him coming back. They're usually the ones to proclaim that their wives don't give them sex too.  I think I can guess why.  I do, do Oral Without, but on clean cocks.  Yes clean ones.  How can they not notice it's filthy and smells.

On the whole.  Most of my gentlemen are lovely.  Some more lovely than others and some who I am super excited to see when I know an appointment is impending, I have one or two that I have a real connection with.  I like to pride myself on the service I offer and like to think that they come back because they like me, my personality and the fact I keep everything as fresh as the first time we met.




Friday 11 April 2014

Animalistic

I think everyone knows, I love big fat cock, the bigger the better and I get very greedy when I see it stood to attention in front of me.  After deep throating fat cock, you can guarantee I will want to ride it.

Dave, a regular of mine, takes no time in getting his cock inside me.  Married bloke, he's stocky, fit, goatee beard and has a nice horny hairy chest. I've been seeing him for a couple of years now and he always knows what he wants.  He was my first fuck when I arrived back from my holiday this week.

Dave booked for 1pm but was running a little late, walked in and stuck two fingers straight up my arse crack, he likes me to be pre-lubed, there's no messing about with him.  His cock is an impressive 8 inches and he likes to fuck hard with it.  He knows that when fucking an arse, the best sensations, for both men, happen when you pull your cock right out and fuck it straight back up to the hilt, until you're balls deep inside.

Dave is always immaculately clean, his cock tastes like nectar and there's always a dribble of precum on the tip of his shaft from the excitement of visiting me.  On Tuesday's visit, he came into the bedroom, after fingering me and proceeded to lick out my hole, sticking the two fingers he'd had in me, into my mouth, calling me a dirty fuck slut.  Sex with him is always animalistic, he knows what he wants.   Dave stood at the side of the bed, shirt still on with only his suit trousers unzipped and I positioned myself so I could suck his cock and have it slide nicely down my throat, getting him super wet for the fuck.  I only have to suck it for a minute or so before he taps me on the chest, signalling that he's ready for some arse.  It's always doggy and its always deep and he doesn't even take his time, he just positions the head of his dick on my tight hole and slides the fucker right up there.  No apology.... he just gets on and does it.  He then tells me to slide back onto him and work his cock, work for my spunk.  He takes his whole cock out, wanks it for a couple of strokes and then rams it right back up my fuck hole, pulling on my thighs to get as deep inside as possible, then it's back out again, few more hand strokes and back inside until he can take no more and then he pulls out and shoots all of his muck over my back.  He spoons up the cum on his fingers and puts it all into my mouth and I greedily turn over and clean off his cock with my mouth savouring every last drop.

I nicknamed him Animalistic because basically he is.  He is built like an ape and fucks like one but more importantly, he knows what he wants.  Great start to the week.