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I for one have been guilty of not blogging recently and have tons of new things to tell you.
A few things have stood out recently.
I have noticed that there is a swift movement in men seeking to lose weight recently. In just two weeks I met two men that both had different reactions to trying to lose weight. One lied and was embarassed when I noticed the tell tale signs of weight loss surgery and made up a not so convincing story, the other openly talked about another not good method of weight loss.
So in this day and age do men really feel the pressure to say yes to the knife and pretty please to the fat jabs?
None of them work, only the hard methods do, exercise and diet. Why not learn to love those extra few pounds it makes for a nicer life.
If I am honest I love my men to have a little podgy tummy. Hrrrah, the little bit of tummy on a man.
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Added on: 11/08/06 16:39
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Having been primped and preened somewhat recently you would of thought by now I would be able to sleep. Two massages in one week, tons of workouts and still at 4.30am after two bottles of wine, two sleeping pills I am wide awake. Just wait til the pup wakes me up at six trying to bite my nose or newly done long blonde hair. I think it is what you call strawberry blonde. Cant wait to show it off.
Clutch on car has gone so tomorrow is buy more undies day for shoot on Sunday. Ring side tickets available for those that want to watch duo and 3girl pics get taken. Have my eyes on something tiny black and see through if they have it in stock yet. Pushes my boobs so I cant put my chin down without it being cushioned.
Blood has started pumping through my body thinking about some sexy little dresses that are coming home with me tomorrow. Ohhh, shopping, might have to start early at go to 24hr supermarket in my pj's!!
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Added on: 10/25/06 22:31
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Sing along with me!
I had such a fantastic night last night. Shame my date to the theatre didn't but I was on such a high, the vocals were amazing. Loved Boney M music being turned to hip hop and R'n'B.
Trip was made even better by the purchase of my new wicked shoes, at long last I found tartan stilettos and a purple pair as well. Now they are sex shoes!!
A little wiggle to Brown Girl in the ring coming on. xxx
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Added on: 10/20/06 06:46
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I have to chuckle. My nuisance caller has left me alone for a few months now. That was until last night. Funny thing was though when he rang I was standing next to two coppers. After obscentities came out of my mouth I apologised to the police men and they answered the next six calls from him. In the background he could hear the police radio so knew it was real. At long last they are going to intercept my withheld calls. I don't know what motivates this caller. It must be someone I know. They are now unblocking all withheld calls for me. I have to sit down the cop shop for a couple of hours to fill in some paperwork this afternoon but that should be the end of it after that. It did make me laugh though because he stayed on the line and heard the police radio through to get my line traced. Stupid idiot rang back again after that, they promised to knock on his door one 5am to arrest him for harrassment. Fantastic witness to the case, two coppers witnessing his calls. Coppers face when he said he wanted to come on my tits though, he did not know where to look.
No doubt as soon as one goes another will rear their head. There is one guy in Cambridge (ending in 368) that is bothering at least 10 other escorts.
Have been taking some time out of blogging trying to sort out a million and one things but gots tons of goss to catch you up on.
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Added on: 10/19/06 08:24
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Have been cuddled up in bed most of the week with the lergies. As soon as I think I am feeling better I get back to minus one again.
The amount of guys that have got angry that I am not at their beck and call. Cant believe how rude some of them have been. Every limb aches, even my fingernails!! Guys have been ringing me leaving messages looking for other girls then getting the hump because I haven't returned their calls and wasted my phone bill. Today has been the record amount of time out of bed, a whole three hours and I am already back in my pj's considering saying hello to my duvet and pillows.
Had the most relaxing massage today, sheer bliss, I just monged out for an hour whilst my PT did her magic. Got a whole day of beauty pampering planned tomorrow. Every inch is going to get scrubbed, rubbed and glistened tomorrow, having three funky new treatments as well as eye lash extensions, thought I would give them a trial run, got a charity ball coming up and thought they would look glam.
Am laughing as typing this two texts just came, one on each phone, both asking me out on a date?? The coming down with flu look must look hot or something!
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Added on: 10/05/06 11:15
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It is a rare occassion when I use the word beautiful to describe myself. Sexy maybe, sexy is a state of person not just a beauty. You can ooze sex appeal and not be the most physically attractive person. But tonight when I got in I was greeted by my new emails. 20 new photos.
Have sat here and examined from every angle and have to conclude that some of them I am beautiful, the images are so powerful, romantic, girlie but ladylike, exactly what I wanted to achieve. I am looking at the images and have fallen in love with them. But I look at them and say they are not me, they are beautiful.
My boobs look great, my face looks great, my hair stunning, the jewellery just right, the clothes hang just perfectly. For once I can look at the pictures and not wish I had someone else's photos. Mr AM did a fantastic job as always.
Oh well the verdict will come back when the web guys upload them all.
A still very mesmerised K xx
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Added on: 10/02/06 18:05
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Yep, my blog is about my boobs. I love my 36 G's. They seem to get bigger by the day. They are a good topic of conversation amongst people that do or don't know me. They are regularly mistaken for being false, even though they are real and not out of proportion to my body.
Gravity has been playing with them. When I run up and down the stairs I have to hold them otherwise I get bruised. Have looked at surgical uplift but have decided one more natural method left to try.
So, my poor bronzed pals as much as I love you..you have to start toeing the line xx
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Added on: 10/02/06 11:40
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Not blogged properly for a while.
After spending the week not feeling in tip-top condition and doing tons more DIY, I decided to have a day of pampering. Massage, hair, nails, and feet done. Heaven, sheer bliss.
Spent so much on new pics in the last month and already the colour is way out, I decided to go a bit blonder. It is now very blonde. Everytime I walk past a mirror I have to stand, stare and admire, then I realise it's mine. Takes some getting used to. Has not been this light since Xmas!!!
Had my own nails coated in acrylic to make them stronger, looked really good until I tried to do the washing up. One fell off!! Whoops.
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Added on: 09/15/06 01:43
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No I have not turned a man gay just yet........My girlie bed pal went away on hols with her male friend and she has just come back to tell me they are an item, living together within a day and within three weeks of going away pregnant. When it comes to doing things by half she certainly beats me in those stakes.
My brain is still trying to digest some of the finer details, but I have been ditched for a c**k!!!
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Added on: 09/15/06 01:37
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This year has been a real turning point for me. Every few months I have had to re-assess time and time again the direction I am taking.
It was devastating when finding out that more surgery was around the corner but I kept a brave face while I decided my next step.
As much as I love escorting there is going to become a time when I cant work. So I decided to re-train. Having already trained in web design, I decided to give some of the big boys a run for their money. There are so many talented photographers in the industry and I have decided I want to train to join them.
Still looking for somewhere new to move to, have now decided it needs to have space for an in-house studio.
Happy snapping x
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Added on: 09/09/06 07:46
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When you stand up for someone and support them, and give them their income, send business their way, you at least expect some loyality.
I am tired of coming forward and posting other peoples warnings only to get shot down in flames, because of course they must all be my clients. There surely can't be an esocrt out there that has been raped, one that currently has a black eye, one that is covered in bruises. They must surely all be me. Sometimes you expect some loyality and when you give boards the money you do, the coverage you do, without the girls the boards would be nothing!! In return all you expect is for them to remove the rude people.
I am becoming increasingly tired with the boards. There seems to be no solidarity anymore, the mods rarely remove the scum off the boards and when they do they remove the original thread which generally is a warning and posted for a very good reason. There seems to be a new breed of scum recently, the callers are getting ruder, the boards are getting nastier. But no-one seems to give a toss. The boards are for punters and escorts, not kids that have nothing better to do with their time, not sad men that have nothing better to do then harrass escorts as they could never afford them in a million years, if they could they wouldn't know what to do with them. There are a few ex-escorts that still harbour bitter grudges towards the industry that log on and troll, they seem to have nothing better to do than to throw spanners in.
I have to laugh, anyone who has seen me can see the surgery marks on my back, they are not big but they are there. It is being questioned. Why because someone has nothing better to do with their life than to question the medical world. Anyone who has had spinal work knows that nowadays they get you back on your feet straight away but oh no I must be makring the scars on with a felt tip pen.
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Added on: 09/06/06 07:40
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Do you ever dream about your first partners? Your first love. When you were young and reckless.
Have been having the weirdest dreams recently. My first love, my puppy love, was when I was 13. He floated in and out of my life for a few years. I have not heard a thing from him in 9 years but recently all I have done is dream about then it makes me wonder what he is doing now. There are no feelings left there. Whenever something big is on my brain I dream of back then, the tall, long haired 13 yr old that even back then had big boobs, I can't even say it was before I was stressed because come on what teen is not stressed.
Maybe it is because I am trying to date at the moment but life just does not permit a normal relationship. The unsocial hours, lack of sleep, over active brain, everything is stacked against me.
The question on my brain is do we ever get over our first puppy love? Does the wondering ever go away?
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Added on: 09/05/06 12:22
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Not really had time to blog recently, been struggling out of bed late afternoon due to kids in their cars over the park. I am turning into my dad, the grumpy old person syndrome.
Do you think he read about my food poisoning? Now who said romance was dead? Three word reply. NO THANK YOU!!!
Hi babe,
You look gorgeous, and a real dirty slut too!
I want to meet you real soon.
I want you to talk like a dirty slut, then take my cock deep in your mouth and suck until i'm ready to spunk all over your pretty face.
Then, when you've cleaned up, I want to turn you over and fuck your tight arsehole until it's red raw :))
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Added on: 09/04/06 09:06
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I got a call today. Interesting, makes me question a few things.
Can I let someone come round and do my cleaning especially the dirty jobs while I abuse them. Hmmmm, let me think about this, you are offering to do my cleaning for me for FREE and pay me, durr YES!!! Made the mistake of making a joke about PMT, now I have a shopping date to buy undies while I am ratty with PMT. No why did I not think of this service earlier???
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Added on: 08/29/06 06:58
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I have always been known to be very forward with things. I am not shy when it comes to shouting out loud some of the pitfalls we all go through. I hope that from my experiences people learn from my mistakes.
I heard about a local girl the other week who went to work for a new agency. Sent her on an outcall and the guy paid her with pieces of newspaper. When I ran a check on him nothing tallied up. And they call themselves an agency. I am fuming for her, and the silly girl stays with them?????
Anyway, we all know I was attacked last year on an outcall. You have read my bleak times after the botch surgery this year and I found support and comfort in the kind words I received.
Last week I received a letter from my solicitor offering an out of court settle. I almost choked at the insult. Two fractures on my spine, months off work, physio, private surgery, loss of height, unstable weight, PAAAIIIINNN, and now being told it will never heal. Are you ready for the insult.....my damages are worth.....2750! Loss of income alone was more than that. Surgery has been 5 times that!! That is two months worth of physio. I don't feel bitter or entitled to a penny but when told it will cover my expenses that I have incurred etc I think I can breathe easily and not worry about costs.
My MRI results came back today, I knew it was not good when I got the call asking me to come in asap. The injury is worse than they thought over a year ago!!! After waiting a year to find out I had two fractures I have now been told I have problems with two discs that are pushing into my spinal cord. Yet another round of surgery is facing me again. This time there are talks of removing discs.
I know it sounds silly but my biggest worry is when can I get back to kickboxing and poledancing. I was told earlier this year that I had to stop all cardio work. It was like telling a duck not to quack, a fish not to swim. So I have been training carefully most days and have found it has been great for my back, physio does not always know best, I just listened to my body.
I love the industry and could never leave it, it is in my blood. I found the place I call home. I have changed my degree course so that it enables me to stay in this industry and I hope that my hold ups don't get hung up for a long time.
Why I am telling you all this, because people need to know the risks are out there. Girls are stigmatised when they come forward to the boards and comment on attacks. We need to share information and help each other in this unstable environment.
If only one thing can be learnt from this, it is the need to security check guys. I was careful but obviously not careful enough.
Do your checks, tread with caution, never ignore your gut instinct. But remember to still have fun!!
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Added on: 08/25/06 11:33
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Think that is the title of a recent book I bought as well.
Have recently been advertising in the papers for a joint venture with some other indies.
Ring, ring "Can I have some more details"
Blurb on the girls size 12-22. Am told 12 is fat!!!
Don't think they realise when calling that I am infact the 12/14. Wrong person to say this to, stamp my feet, scratch my head and repeat that the average UK woman's dress size is now an 18. I met someone recently who is a size 18, her height carries it off perfectly. When God was creating Eve he modelled the perfect shape on this woman.
12 is healthy, can be bought in every mainstream shop and is by no means fat. It is not anorexic but means that the body has natural curves that a woman should have. With eating disorders growing by the day and media showing pics of the new size ZERO!!!! when will people learn.
I don't have anything agaisnt slimmer girls, I was a tiny 10 and it looked wrong on my body frame. Everyone out of the industry said so but in the industry I was still too big. Thak god I have my own brain to decide that I don't want to go down the route of self depraval.
12 is curvy not fat!!!
Think I have finished letting off steam. xx
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Added on: 08/17/06 07:05
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I have been taking a back seat recently on escorting. Summer hols = dead, hot weather = dead. So decided to do other things. Have still been working in the background but not very successfully.
No show rate is hitting a high but then all the kids are out to play. Have had so many withheld nuisance callers, I let them listen to my vibrators, my singing, taking a shower, bodily functions anything really to waste their bill. If they insist on calling then it is my duty to offend their ears.
So anyway my jobs that have been coming in are either cancelling at the last possible minute, generally when I am on the road to them or in terms of incalls not showing. One reg not content with trying to haggle a reduction on a reduced fee and min time decided he wanted two girls for the price of one on top. After having made the appointment a week in advance he left it until three hours before I was going to leave to cancel. Not even an apology, I had turned down other and better jobs. Sometimes you just wanna scream so instead of getting mad I got even with the flat packs I have been building. Both incall places are starting to look better. My poor hands have wood burns on them and splinters on the end of most fingers. Still getting over a splinter on the crutch!!! Yep, I got a splinter when laying new decking. I think I have found a new vocation, sorry escorting world I might just have to run off and join a flat packing group and live happily ever after with wooden dowels.
Note to self: check to see if the founder of Ikea is single.
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Added on: 08/04/06 20:29
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Decided to blog about one of our highlights of "the job"! If you ever wondered what a GUM visit is like this is my frank account.
Went for my routine STD testing the other week. Drove to the hospital bloody tired, waited 8 weeks for this appointment. Got to the car park and of course it was full and I was of course running late. Eventually found a non designated parking area that I decided was worth the risk.
So I walked round the front of the hospital to this grotty looking porter cabin that had all its paint falling off it. Nice GUM sign on the building so that it was nice and clear that getting tested was the only reason people went into there.
Two seperate doors, one for men and one for women seperate by what looked like trellis. Once inside it was not much better. Paint peeling off the walls, dog s**t brown carpet and those horrible rickety plastic chairs that kill your arse.
Once checked in I sat there and wanted an hour to be seen, it was meant to be working on an appointment basis but we have to get real here and say when is the NHS ever on time???
Having read my magazine and got bored with my book I twiddled my thumbs before finally being called in.
Waiting room in general has a bout half a dozen women in there all embarrased about seeing another person there. You would think we had something contagious the way it feels to be sat there. Occassionally there is some small talk but on a whole every face stares at the floor hoping and praying no-oe will notice them.
It gets a bit annoying on each visit having to explain that I am an escort and please can they test for this, that and the other. Think the first doctor I saw was a punter or a pervert, could not decide which. He had a stupid animated grin on his face and licked his lips when he spoke to me looking at either my eyes or my boobs(which for once were covered up).
Am sat back in a corridor for a further half an hour whilst they hunt for a pot for me to pee in.
Am led into a room where I am asked to lie on a bench and put my legs in the stirrups. No room for modesty now. With my bottom half clothing removed in walks my sleezy again. I swear he took enjoyment out of shoving the cold cervical metal thingie, that is it's technical term. As they are clamping it open I began to feel him scratching away at my cervix. Kind of painful, kind of awkward, very irritating. Next he got another one of his dabby things and scratched away at the skin externally. Once he had collected his samples from my vaginal area he made a start on my mouth.
This is the point where gag reflexs are not good.
Am told I can dress and go back into the waiting area. Am sat there for half an hour before I am called in for my blood tests. The nurse quizs me for what seems like an eternity about my job because I asked for the Hep B vaccination. I am not in any of the risk groups but wanted it for my own peace of mind. Once she has taken her dart practice out on my arm I am given a bag of condoms, 10 condoms in a bag, now that is going to get me really far.
They were actually nice condoms, might treat myself to some in the future, new brand I have not tried before.
So I leave the shabby building with a plaster on my arm and a new bruise forming, and we cant forget that it triggered off a bleed being fiddled with that much. The best bit to come is getting the results. Some are same day, some are a week later and some are three weeks later.
Have finally had all the results and the results are what I expected, crystal clear. Such a joyus occassion that gets repeated every 12 weeks.
Welcome to the world of a sensible escort xx
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Added on: 07/31/06 21:33
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Every girl goes through it, not every one confesses to it though. We all get the bad weeks and when that happens we pick away at ourselves and analyse "why me?" I am always telling other girls it is just their week and then the next week they are back on form again.
An interesting conversation today made me see the light more clearly, so many people had the same advice but this one individual had a different take on it all. I forogt how good he was with advice.
I am a little bit of a nomad, I am weird catchment age, not the spritely young girls of 25 and under that nature haven't beaten yet and not the deemed "mature, experienced" woman of the over 30 brigade. I am always mistaken for being something I am not. I am young in age but definately not in my head. I think getting a mortgage at such a young age and this industry bashed out any youngness in me.
It was strange listening to someone else's take on me. It was not what I thought it would be. I thought he would say a common myth, my persona is a strong fiesty character, which I am but in the flesh the most common analogy of me is sweet. I have a really kind heart and shoot myself in the foot day in day out by helping other girls in the area out. It is in my nature to want to help people and correct the world.
I had a wonderful compliment the other night, it will make my parents proud when I tell them, I was told I had good strong values. I am most definately my parents daughter. I am very honest, kind and caring but I am also a very strong individual. I scare most men off as I am so independent but put a mouse in my house running around with my cat and I am not so tough and strong. I love men to treat me like a woman, small gestures like flowers, champagne and candles are heaven. Stroke my back and I purr, apparently I do this in my sleep.
Anyway there I go off track again, my most common myth was not his. He said my persona is fun! Sadly being seen as fun means that people can think they can cancel at the last minute and you wont mind. They think you are deemed not suitable for wining and dining and to be taken seriously as a passionate lover. Maybe I have multiple personality disorder but I think I balance being fun with all my other attributes. But maybe I don't. It has certainly made me re-think my photoshoot! I have been so excited about them as well. Back to the drawing board.
Now I have to plan a shoot starting tomorrow and change every pic. As well as help three new indies come out, arrrrgggh where do I start??
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Added on: 07/28/06 11:52
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Not blogged for a while, been DIYing it. Have spent the past week with green paint on my feet and legs. Green is really not my colour. Spent one night at A&E having a splinter removed from my crutch!! Decided to paint the decking with baggy shorts and no undies on. Splinter made me swell so much that I developed what looked like a second vagina!!
Had a strange fortnight. Every idiot under the sun decided to contact me. 9 out of 10 jobs either cancelled at the last minute or did not show.
Idiot 1 - People who have seen me know my directions are spot on and exact. Don't know how but instead of turning opposite the landmark and giving lots of descriptions as to the turning needed my client still managed to drive over half a mile down the road and go to a supermarket instead of a pub.
20 mins later and he was back on track. I directed him to the exact bay. Now there were only two cars in the parking area for the two streets so it was quite easy to see from my directions "park next to x colour car" which bay to park in. But no the muppet decided to park in the opposite end of the car park and walk around the car park including behind the houses without his phone. With about five houses worth of children playing outside watching him walking round, their parents were alerted to a funny man looking at their children, I knew at that point I could not see him. But instead of taking his phone with him so I can direct him to the correct place he left it in the car. He then proceeded to sit in the car for a good 15 mins before turning his phone back on. At this point more parents were coming out to look at the man who was staring at their kids.
And he wondered why I would not see him. With the threats of his bad review hanging over my head I think every girl would feel the same. He could not tell left from right or count from 1 to 4.
I still have to chuckle about a recent encounter. Where do I start? Ice cream lives in the freezer. You dont take it out of the freezer on the day you want to eat it and defrost it. There was so many incidents that make me chuckle but I cant divulge anymore of them so will have to sit here and chuckle to myself.
Have been attending interviews recently; fancy a change of scenery, I go back to normal work very soon. Am looking forward to it.
Got a number of shoots organised for the next few weeks, am really excited about it. Hoping this time someone doesnt decide to copy my images and re-create them. They do say imitation is the highest form of a compliment, but still, get your own ideas!
The cat is driving me up the wall in this weather; I have had four mice and one bird in my hallway this week. We are not on talking terms anymore. In this extreme heat I am having to keep windows closed so she cant sneak in without my knowledge. Have had two mice run over my feet, my blood went cold and I broke into a hysterical laugh almost of the brink of tears.
Can hear the pitter patter of her feet so going to fly.
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Added on: 07/23/06 14:30
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