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I feel like a big weight has been lifted. I have been existing the last few months and have put on mainly fake smiles. I should win an award for my acting skills, big smile infront of clients "of course I am alright". I went to see a therapist yesterday, they say after surgery you are more likely to fall into depression, too bloody right.
Anyway an hour of talking to a complete stranger and I have been set homework for a fortnights time. Write no-send letters to all that have hurt you, I don't think a fortnight is a long enough time! I remember years ago doing Slimming World and it took me about two hours to write my letter to myself. I then have to write an essay of how I want to change. Don't know if it is going to work, don't know if I change from being too nice, too trusting, too generous, I don't really see them as big flaws. I don't really have a nasty bone, but so help you if you cross me then I am a devious cow!
After spending two hours crying, god I am pathetic, I went shopping. Got some great bits for when I get back to work. It made me feel so much brighter no sooner had I left the shopping centre but I managed to get given the phone number of two hot men. One of them was driving a car, cant spell it so wont try, that is worth more than what I earn a year!!!
Have a few dates lined up but not looking for anyone, just looking forward to getting out and feeling alive again.
Have been plotting my new weight loss plan (lost 4lb in the past week!) and hunting for a new photographer and trying to find inspiration for my next shoot. Feel like I have finally realised all the dead wood from my life. I now cant wait to get my new boxing gloves on and pound the crap out of my poor trainer.
It's amazing what a week of crying can do to you. I am going to check out a new car today, sexy, sassy and fun, just what I intend to be again!
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Added on: 03/10/06 06:30
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Ring, ring
"Hello"
"Is that Miss _______"
"Speaking"
"This is BLAH BLAH jewellers, just a quick call to let you know the engagement ring you wanted has come back into stock" (I had been to a bridal fair a few months ago and fell in love with a ring I was going to get for my then new fianc)
I dropped the cheer in his voice like a lead balloon when I said the engagement was off, poor guy did not know what to say. After stuttering a lot he said he would take me off their database. By the time the call ended, there were yet again more tears rolling down my face. These were tears of humiliation. I have had a few of these calls recently and had lots of literature through the post as well. I think they have a homing beacon for me, shes not well and feeling down lets make her feel worse.
Half an hour later I got a call saying they have been given my details from my previous caller. Do I still have my engagement ring, and do I want to sell it. "No, I posted it to the other woman" was my reply. I now have the gruelling task of collecting it from the sorting office, as it was not signed for at the other end. I thought the least I could do was give this woman her trophy.
I am a romantic at heart, I still believe in the fairytale, boy meets girl, they fall in love and live happily ever after. Should really not have this illusion anymore considering the job I do, but I cant help but think it does still exist.
With my love life history these illusions really should be shattered. Girl becomes escort, meets married man, they fall in love, plan a life together, he files for a divorce, bitter divorce, boy and girl split by the time divorce is finalised. Girl meets new guy but new guy cant keep his pants on. Girl meets other guys but they generally only want her for sex/money/trophy on arm.
I have to laugh at it. I sell sex for a living that is what it boils down to. So to get cheated on when you are an escort is a big slap in the face, especially when the guy is an ex-client. To have it happen once I deserve a pat on the back but for it to happen twice I deserve a big round of applause. At least I know it was not my ability at having sex as he still tells me now I was the best he had ever had and his partners have not matched up. I had fallen off the wagon with one of them a few times and each time he tells me how I am better than any other woman. I wouldn't have as many reviews either if I was a crap lay.
So why is that a guy cheats on an escort? Is it because I sell a commodity and because I get more sex than them they feel the need to match the number of sessions I have each week. Or do they feel that just because I am having sex with other people they can too.
I never really have got relationships, have spent most of my life in them, most have ended bitterly but I have never learnt my lesson. The first guy that ever cheated on me was when I was 15. He slept with a so-called friend because I wouldnt. He wore his nose across his face when I found out. Since then no man thought that little of me to do that to me again, that was until I became an escort. Its like I have a sign over my head saying if you have a relationship with me you dont need to respect me.
I was once one of those smug people that said you can fall in love with a client and it can all work out, you can have a relationship and be an escort at the same time, god was I naive. So what is it that makes me as an escort incapable of keeping a healthy relationship?
No doubt I will find the solution when I go shoe shopping later, the answer will hit me when I try on incredibly high sexy work heels.
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Added on: 03/09/06 01:43
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I have not escorted for 8 days!!
My nuisance caller decided to ring back again last night, all his normal crap "(In his shit fake accent) Are you flee? (It is meant to be free but he can't talk), after 30+ calls I had already warned him that I am filing a harrassment order against him and why does he not sling his hook. I yelled at him when he rang the same day as a bereavement then he calls when I am laid up. I politely told him that I was laying in bed with stitches that have not got infected and to bugger off, he continued to call back. He is outside he reckons, do you think the police would come round? Would they bugger. Wish this man would just rent a porno or something. Prior to his call I thought it was a miracle that I had not heard from him in 12 days!! Think this is the longest yet.
Spent today pondering on lots of things and a few things have dawned on me. The ex does not care or he would of helped more than once in the past week. But more importantly I have seen the truth scattered amongst the clouds of lies. Our engagement lasted three days, we did not even get the chance to celebrate. I got a call from the same woman who called me last time we dated. He had been shagging her again. He admitted in the past about all the others but never her. This was Christmas Eve, what a lovely way to spend Xmas. We tried to make it work afterwards but couldn't. Once I had got to the stage where I felt I could move on she woke me up at 8am one morning. The call was meant for him not me.
Anyway today one of the lies unravelled thanks to my mobile phone network. Technology is a wonderful thing, message delivery failure! That and I remembered one personal thing she told me, not something you would tell just any old person, there would be no other reason to mention it unless you were shagging.
It has made me question the relationships I have had since escorting. My friends who knew ponced off me, it was always me that paid, I always ended up buying more rounds or more than half. The guys I have dated all but one have been financial drains. I feel sick when I think of the amount of money I have spent on them. They have nice wardrobes to show for it and larger DVD collections.
The diet is going okay, if you could call it a diet, have eaten chick peas til I think I am growing my own inside, now I am on the seeds. Am determined that during this time off I wont expand but infact shrink.
Have taken two bookings for next week now, am hoping the bruising and swelling will of gone down more by then. Have been thinking alot about my return. Am thinking of removing a particular service but not sure, have been thinking about it for a while and a text message today helped me prompt it. It is hard though as that is how I have made my name. Am just getting tired of the lack of respect it brings with it. I certainly cant do it for about six weeks anyway so it gives me longer to have a think about it. Anyway I am looking forward to gettting back to work, I miss my male company, nothing nicer than spending an afternoon in bed semi naked in a clinch.
And on that note I think I will get my itchy stitches in the shower.
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Added on: 03/07/06 15:26
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the sexual frustration that is. Sitting on sofa last night with arms raised under cushions (it hurts less that way)when it finally kicked in. I have been waiting all week for it to happen. Think the pain scared it away. Tried another glass of wine to frighten it away just made me worse, so did chocolate.
Under docs orders went back to the gym today. Can barely walk let alone go on a treadmill for an hour. Did 45 mins before got bored and achy. Everything seems to take 10 times longer to do.
Got home and checked my mail. Got some lovely well wishing messages as well as some comments on my blogs. Yes, it is honest, that is me, I just wear my heart on my sleeve and am too open and honest for my own good. When writing it I forget that it for the escorting world to read, I write it for me, it makes sense of all the thoughts that are running through my head.
I had to chuckle over the amount of comments I had from similar sufferers saying to hurt to sit down to go the loo. Don't I know it, I have fallen asleep twice on the loo now. Once you get into a comfortable position you hate to move.
Spent last night worrying that I am going to be left on the shelf. I am still young and have achieved so much since landing on this planet but my life is so different to other women my age. Have spent the last 24 hrs contemplating what am I going to do next. Other than living off my diet of pulses and beans for the next month(don't share my bathroom) it is part of my bid to drop 3 stone, I am semi drawing a blank.
Anyway, back to more lentils and beans, oh joy xx
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Added on: 03/05/06 09:59
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Am so bored being off work. Don't know what to do with myself. Telly as always is crap. Waddled to the gym today, under their orders, did an hour of cardio, the aching stopped after half hour.
Looking at my poor garden that needs weeding and strimming but cant bend to get at it.
Have been considering working in my beautiful surgical garment, not sure if it will appeal though, it is down to my calves. Thankfully sexual frustration has not kicked in yet but by christ the boredom has. No new DVD releases, cant go to pictures on my own and everyone is working.
Even considered ironing but cant lift the iron.
Don't know how I am going to cope with five weeks of this, that is how long the stitches are in for, that is if I can stop popping them. Might cut the garment to make it shorter and start back again soon.
Already had hair cut once and considering getting it cut again. Cant colour it cos can't reach it. I think I actually prefer the back pain that I had to this!!
Not got depressed yet today which is a plus I guess, am strongly considering going to buy some weed killer, god I am exciting!
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Added on: 03/04/06 09:49
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To say that my op was a disaster is a good place to start. After arguing with the surgeon beforehand they eventually rescheduled my op, but wanted another 1600. Reluctant, tired and just fizzled out I agreed. Laying there on the operating table I had this terrible dreaded feeling that I was not going to survive. Too late to back out now.
What happened next is the most horrific experience of my life. Unsedated, strapped down and screaming in pain I could feel every movement they made in my back. The pain was sickening. I was screaming and crying so much that they told me to shut up or they would take me out of the theatre. I think I must of passed out at some point. I slid off the table when they were finished staggered naked to recovery, got my clothes and left.
This is the painted prettier version of what happened. Now back home still shell shocked over this week.
Cant feed myself properly, cant wash myself and plastered in bruises and stitches. Am not meant to lift anything heavier than a drink, bit hard when I have been let down on help. Already managed to pop a couple of stitches.
But the one glowing light is the messages of support I have had from clients. It is sad that those meant to be closest to me are not here helping when infact it is clients that are rallying round. My last client before the op, first time he had punted, never met me before but the very first to offer help. This thought has just made my eyes well up again. These men are not just clients, they are friends!! It is with their support that I can see hope and vow to come back better than ever.
Now very emotional I shall return to my toilet roll for yet another flood of tears.
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Added on: 03/03/06 10:42
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I got a message on my answerphone from the surgeon's secretary today, they had cancelled Wednesday's surgery. Rather angrily I phoned them and explained I had arranged the time off work and had paid to travel there and for the accommodation. They agreed to operate tomorrow night when I arrive. Shit.
Now the time is drawing closer and the person meant to be travelling with me has lost their passport emotions are running extremely high. Many tears have been shed.
Fueled with the lergies still and crippling back pain, I cant even have a drink to calm my nerves. I am scared it wont go well. I am scared of the scars. I am scared they will muck up. I am scared their English is not great. I am scared of who is going to help me wash now I am on my own again. I am petrified as to who will help me in and out of bed when I am in a foreign country alone.
At least I wont have a night on my own in a foreign country before the op. I wont have time to stress, last time I layed there awake all night angry with myself for past mistakes. It gave me time to reflect on all the mistakes I have made.
It has taught me one thing though, you can only depend on yourself!
Will post my part two on dating a client shortly and then that will be it for a little while from me I guess.
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Added on: 02/27/06 10:32
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It is official, I think I am dying with man flu. I came back from Peterborough with a glowing review and a glowing nose. I now know what man flu feels like, he did warn me he had a cold but I thought I would be fine.
Two days in bed, head down the toilet, umpteen no shows and still feeling no better.
Got dolled up for a double date last night but had to collect some bits from the ex first. Broke my back lugging things down the stairs and evenutally turned up at the pub tear stained and crippled. Must of made a good impression cos he wants to see me again, slight problem in that he does not know what I do. I can't be bothered with all the hassle again.
It's strange how when one door closes another opens. In my early days I dated a guy for about three months and he thought the escorting I did was non sexual, needless to say I broke his heart, just from nowhere he text today asking if I was single. Somehow I think he is trying to get his leg over.
Finally crawled out of bed at 3.30pm today to go and get yet more hair dye. It certainly did not do what it said on the box. The looks I got in the town centre. I thought if I dressed up it would make me feel better. Red fishnet tights!! Funky new knee high boots and a tiny skirt did not help the illness.
Was dressed for all of about an hour before residing back into my pj's. Yet another no show. They are an epidemic at the moment. I swear they think "It's K's last few days lets see how much we can annoy her", must of had about a dozen this week, aarrrrgggghhh!! At least this one I was not ready for, unless he liked the hair dye on boobs look.
Anyway back in my pj's, good job I am single, the ex hated my pyjamas, back to another shivering night in bed alone. Anyone want to keep me warm?? Only kidding, my nose or eyes would just run on you.
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Added on: 02/26/06 17:11
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There are things in life you should do and there are things you shouldn't. Agreeing to marry a client falls into the shouldn't category.
I had meet this particular client almost a year ago prior to the proposal. He was my client and somehow we ended up dating for a bit. I had left my necklace at his house and we arranged to meet up for him to hand it over, I don't know how we started dating, we just did. Then one night when we were out for a romantic meal his phone kept bleeping. Fed up I put it in my bag. Unfortunately, we both had the same handset. That was how I discovered the other woman existed. We spoke on the phone several times and met up at a local hotel. It was there that she told me she had been shagging him. Armed with her diary she gave me so many times and dates that if she was lying she should win an award. She was not the only woman though, a few calls later armed with the info she had given me I discovered a string of them.
Needless to say we were over.
To be continued.........
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Added on: 02/25/06 12:45
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Spent the day on an unsuccessful tour, was fully booked when first announced, then one by one they pulled out, so as not to disappoint I sat in the car for almost 100 miles each way to have 2 one hour appts, was out of the house for 10hrs. The clients were worth it though, have seen them before, total sweeties. Have since read one of the comments and it said my bum was large, now I have never had a complex about my arse until now...... examined it at every angle from the mirror and still don't see it being bigger. I actually thought it was quite small.
Bit of a strange day, been helping out what I call physco babbles, in return for a favour, I chat to them one on one but there is a team. Been seeing them for a few weeks, it actually helps, I really look at the way I deal with situations more. Anyway todays session was over the phone, there was me doing 100 mph whilst talking about taking it up the arse. If only the other drivers could hear.......we mainly talk about when I got engaged to a client, the happiness lasted 3 days!!!! It is a long story but I promise to tell soon. It will make an interesting read. They like hearing about the troubles we face in our personal lives.
Getting really nervous about next week now, I only have three days left of working and am already sexually frustrated and I have been getting it this week. Don't know how I am going to cope when I am laid up.
Have to make you laugh, my new toy is so good, it makes me cum so hard, the time before last it pulled my back!!! Was in pain for days :)
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Added on: 02/24/06 16:59
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Private caller rang again tonight, nothing was going to spoil my mood. Was in my favourite restaurant eating the most orgasmic food, the food there really turns me on. It knows how to get your juices flowing. Happily paid the alarmingly high bill, considering there was no alcohol!! He rang as my request was being sung, I always request the same song "Mr Bo Jangles", you can just slip into a chair and dream of another planet with his dusky tones. He's not bad to look at as well, must be pushing late 40's but in an attractive greying George Clooney kind of way. Anyway put the caller on loudspeaker so he could enjoy the sounds.
All nicely mellowed out now. Must tackle the satnav kit again, got it semi working today when I tried to return it to the shop.
Just got a nice text from my booking earlier saying thank you etc, was shocked to see how quick he reviewed. And there was me doubting who he was, feel a bit bad now.
Still chuckling at J's face over dinner tonight, the surrounding tables could hear I had a nuisance caller. They seemed impressed over my knowledge of London sex shops and J looked shocked at my explicit language, she is the only one that does not know what I do, she must know by all the condoms and sex toys lying around. A normal person does not buy condoms by the 500!!!! Caller did not like me telling him what a good lay his dad is. Sad and pathetic really has been calling for months now. Funny because some nights I miss his calls, he makes me laugh so much with his crap accents and he does not get a word in edgeways. Sounded like he was pretending to be a girl tonight. Gave him a good tongue lashing last week, he rang in the middle of an arguement, he took full blow, probably turned him on.......
Have set up another date with J when I am back on my feet to go and paint the town red, looking for her tall, dark, single, soul mate, any takers??? Me, I am just happy with my complications.
Nighty, night xxx
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Added on: 02/23/06 16:42
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No, I have not won the lottery, just feels like it. An official letter arrived today. In it's stern looking crisp white envelope and it's offence type font I thought I was in trouble. Instead I opened it to find my new best friend, a cheque from INLAND REVENUE. I almost fainted. After years of no rebates they have flooded in during the past year. It's my fourth!!!
Am so happy, happy, forgotten about the fact that someone is an hour and a half late and made me wait in for them.
Brain too happy to cope with blogging.....
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Added on: 02/23/06 07:26
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Was reading a storm that was brewing on a site last night and made contact with the WG concerned again. Was actually worried about her well being. The reply I was got was insulting. Just because I am an escort I am deemed as brain less.
Was having this conversation last night with my client, I am always confused for being a no brainer. Is that because I choose to have sex for a living, because I choose to do a job I like, because I have a high earner potential (if I wanted) or because I choose the path my life is going down. Her rant post back was not the first time I was confused for being thick.
Do men naturally assume because we do this we are stupid?
My clients can tell I am articulate and well educated but it seems the general consensus is we are stupid.
Back hurts, no sleep last night, rant over xx
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Added on: 02/22/06 07:57
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Have blogged a few times recently and they have vanished within a day or so. So here goes another try.
Bit of a DIY day today, decided to finally sort out the spare room. Dismantled the old wardrobe naked, yes naked!! I am mad. Had to keep jumping and mind not to get a black eye each time a piece of wood fell to the floor. I know it would make sense to be clothed but I always seem to do DIY in the nude. Hung the new curtains in the other incall place topless at the weekend. He did not complain about the view. I really should learn to have more shame!
Bedroom looks good, am pleased with my handywork. Have been doing it in dribs and drabs over the past few months.
Went shopping today in the vain hope of buying some new undies, trying to make up for the pain I will be inflicting on myself next week. Alas all the new stock in my fave stores only went up as far as an E cup. Came away with one silk nightie, a jumper, jacket and another pair of kinky boots, I crave a new undie set.
My technology blues are still there, the whole lot is going back tomorrow. Can not work the bloody satnav, it wont even turn on. Cant blame it on the blonde anymore. Am finally an acceptable hair colour.
Gonna curl up with my book and bottle of wine and watch the soap repeats.
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Added on: 02/21/06 15:07
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Not blogged for a couple of days. Spent three hours trying to get laptop booked in for repair on Saturday. Spent Sunday trying to get the new Satnav to work. Then an hour this morning to reconnect internet. To top that off, one of my phones has totally died. And they say technology is the way forward.
What a great Monday morning! Went to get something to rescue my hair, the wholesaler was shocked. Sitting here typing with developer on my hair. Please let it be an improvement, ten mins to go and my body is beginning to sweat. Please let it not be green or make me go bald!!
Already got 2 Valentines cards and a ring in the post. First single valentines in years. Gonna take myself speed dating unless a better offer comes in. Have been turning clients down for ages for tomorrow but now another singleton am gonna have fun tomorrow.
The minutes are ticking by.....please let it be okay, have half an hour after hair before my client arrives. I have warned him. Half the men love it, too bright for my taste though. You know it has gone bad if you can hear screams from your PC.
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Added on: 02/13/06 06:33
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Did not blog yesterday as too traumatised over my hair. After feeling lost with no extensions for a day I decided to let T bleach my hair back blonde again. Trouble was, she was busy gassing on the phone. I no longer need light bulbs. Even trying to match the eyebrows has not helped. I look like a ginger that has tried to go blonde. It is golden as the sun and white as ice. One more day til the red goes on to get rid of it.
Nuisance caller came back yesterday. Not heard from him for almost two weeks, think he must of been screwing when I was away. He is getting bolder as he is ringing early. Thought I would let T take his call. She was crying with laughter so much she almost popped another stitch. "I want to come on your big titties, how big are they?" "same size as your mums" "your dad is a better shag than you are" was the gist of the conversation going back and forth. Poor bloke, don't think he was breast fed as a child. It helped pass the hours my hair was in foils and toners.
After a crappy day, had to cancel my whole day due to pulling something in my back driving, had a good chance to reflect on life in general. After hitting a low about 1pm and a bottle of wine have decided to take the stud up on his offer of a date. He might retract once he sees the hair.
Tons of crappy callers and oddles of withheld calls I have decided to plot my next leap forward. Nip and tuck, but not as brutal. Once they have finished with my back am going to go the whole hog and have my excess removed. As much as G cups are attractive to look at they put soo much pressure on my back. Got told of a place in Brazil, friend of friend had whole body lipo'd and a tummy tuck, boob job and nose job for less than 2,000. Don't want the full monty but I will get myself looking ace again and A will regret the day he mucked me around.
Despite a bad start to the day and then it getting worse am now feeling really bright and could kick myself for crying over a man. Have to admit the ulogies on Neighbours might of triggered the crying off.
Dear Punting God,
May my next man give me multiple orgasms, keep his dick in his pant(only come out for me) and learn to tell the truth.
Can hear the soaps starting so must get back to being flat on my back. Now where were those hold ups???
Having a blonde day today and cant spell so watch out for the typo's.
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Added on: 02/10/06 13:34
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Well my engagement ring should be made of elastic, it has been on and off so many times I am beginning to feel dizzy. Too long a story for my head tonight.
Spoke to the agency last night, as I don't want to give up being indy, the other girls don't think it is fair. Fair enough, they only gave me one job a week. Saved me the awkward conversation of saying I was off.
Trying to prepare for my last few weeks working before my back gets its op.
Left the flat last night and popped in the pub with A and G for a drink. Weird sitting there like nothing had happened. A is the ex.
Don't know how but this client talked me into letting him come round last night. He told me he had a girlfriend but all he kept saying during the whole of it was how he fancied me and what a horny bitch I was. I wonder if any of my ex's have done this to someone else. He was comparing my boobs to the girlf, mine won. He seemed really happy with her so could not understand why he had called me?? I never really have worked it out.
Today was a funny one. Worked during the day and meet someone who pulled the most funniest faces when having sex. Should not compare clients but he looked like he was going to scream in pain. His face was so screwed up. I thought I had hurt him. Overslept this morning so was late for my first client, I did make it up to him in the afternoon!
Still no news on new bloody car. How hard is it for the dealer to search a bloody computer? Sexy, 3 door, 4 wheel drive, I know the exact one I want but as of this month they are no longer being made.
Extensions taken out tonight, feel bald. My own hair is down my back, but the extensions turn my hair longer and into a mane. Threatening Tia to go blonde again. She was screwing when I said about bleaching them. Poor cow in agony after doctors butchered a routine op down there. Looks like she wont be working for me for some time.
New long locks going in tomorrow, maybe find my new car, Debenhams calling my name very loudly the new Dior lipgloss is long overdue and have 4 undie sets on order waiting for collection.
May tomorrow bring a new car, sexy undies, long hair again and a good seeing to.
Oh and someone to do my bloody paperwork, spent two hours with a bottle of wine, a hole punch and a stapler in the nude, oh what a glamorous job. Have to finish up soon to test drive the Ann Summers package that arrived today.
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Added on: 02/08/06 18:40
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After speaking to several clients about work I don't think any really believe the crap I get sent. My three favourites are:
Email One
Subject: your bottom
I've just been reading your website and can see what the problem is.You bottom is too big. I suppose you thought no one had noticed because everybody in this country is so polite.Well,your'e quite mistaken,young lady.With a bottom as big as yours,everybody notices! One day you'll try to get on to a bus and your bottom will get stuck in the doors.That will mean Police,Fire Brigade etc,inconvenience to the Great British Public,embarrassing pictures in the next days Daily Mail,and the whole country waking up to your most unsolved problem,ie your big bottom.The sooner you get yourself a proper job in this great country of ours the better for us all.So why don't you actually get off that oversized rear-end some Monday morning and try the Job-Centre.Don't mention your bottom to the nice young lady.You will remain unemployed if you do.Yours respectfully,a non admirer of your bottom.
Email Two
I'm a lecturer. I have a fantasy about a student in my class who wears very tight jeans and who sometimes fidgets a lot during the first morning session before the break. I suspect that she has possibly taken a dose of ex-lax the night before and has an urgent need to go to the loo. I long to follow her into the cloakroom and watch her when she 'sits on the throne' and lets go. Could you act this out for me sometime, please !
My email address is :
Email Three
Kim, (Straightaway you have got my back up by shortening my name)
I have a rather unique fantasy scenario that I'd would like to act out and thought I'd make my initial request via email rather than call. I have a rather strange mock-up that consists of a huge pair of inflatable boobs and a latex pussy that I'd like to perform with whilst a beautiful busty lady would watch and maybe help out with a little!
Hmmmm, do I want to take ex-lax and let a man watch me shit.....might take a while to decide. How can I resist watching a man fuck inflatable boobs and pussy??? Must be weraing my resistance perfume today and the need for either is not there. Well done perfume.
Now it is almost midday I should really be thinking about putting on more than just a pair of totes toasties.
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Added on: 02/05/06 05:43
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