Response to Belle

Belle has kept her blog going despite announcing the end of it in 2005. The increase in frequency of posts has coincided with book launches and now she is posting regularly in the run up to the start of the ITV2 serialisation of her books/blog starring Billie Piper.

Don't get me wrong, I've found her writing very entertaining and her opinions vis-a-vis the world of sex work I have a lot of time for.

Her latest post is a really amusing 10 commandments for prostitutes, resonating the advice for drug dealers provided by the deceased US rapper, Notorious B.I.G.

So what I thought would be really amusing would be to add my comments to her commandments:

Rules one to three I cannot comment on. I guess three, Don't Tell No-bo-dy nuthin, I abide by as a punter. No-one who knows me knows my punting activities. Why would I tell?

Number four: know you heard this before / Never get high on your own supply
Controversial. Some people insist that they enjoy work sex in the same way as the unpaid variety, but like Biggie I beg to differ. Work sex is performance art, with emphasis on 'performance' (and also 'art,' but only if you consider Penthouse Forum 'literature'). Orgasms are for boyfriends.

Numerous occasions working girls have had orgasms whilst being paid to have sex with me. Fantastic acting, maybe. But the girls who squirts - no acting there.


Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at ie don't do in-calls

I think it depends. Girls who are in London for the work only and live in the place they take in-calls is kinda understandable/acceptable. Thai girls I have been seeing use the flats they stay in for work. They've told me the troubles they have had but largely they get away with it. But I guess these aren't permanent places of residence, most of these girls are on the verge of deportation anyway, so I get Belle's point.

Number six: that God damn credit, dead it / You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget

it...or to put it another way - no money, no honey. Cash up front. Always. Every time. Everywhere. No exceptions.

I have lost count of the times where the the service has been provided before the cash has been handed over for those regular girls I see. But never on a first visit. It's one of those factors that mark out a real GFE.

Seven: this rule is so underrated / Keep your family and business completely separated

Wow, I like this man! Shame he died before he could write the next self-help bestseller. Again, I so totally agree. Interviewers always ask whether my family ever found out - the answer is no. I want my parents to know their eldest daughter accepted money for sex... err, why exactly?

Amen. Picture the scene at chez Papa and Mama James:

Mama: " James darling why don't you ever bring home a girlfriend?
Papa: "you're not a pufter are you boy?"

Me: "relax, mater and pater, I have a full and active hetero sex life, just its with hooker."

Number eight: never keep no weight on you / Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too

Not a lot to add to this. I've heard from girls of the occasions they have been ripped off but haven't been able to do anything about it. Like Belle says, girls need to trust their instincts and rely on their own resources.

Number nine shoulda been number one to me / If you aint gettin bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh)

Yeah, most of the girls I see are more worried about the immigration service.

Number ten: a strong word called consignment / Strictly for live men, not for freshmen

The phrase 'call girl,' in case you'd wondered, means you're on call. Available. When the phone rings, you're already preparing yourself to say yes. So, keep this in mind: one date does not a regular make. Not even two at 9 pm on consecutive Wednesdays. If someone wants the right to reserve your time, he has to prove himself trustworthy. You don't want a late cancellation to mean you can't pay the rent that month.

Yeah, had to watch this one myself as I've made appointments with special girls and had to cancel at the last minute. No good. I know it can cost them. Answer: make it up to them in every way you can.

J

Oh my, where did that year go

1. Mostly working.

2. Not much fucking.

3. Getting older.

4. Less hair.

5. Been to gym to negate effects of 3

6. More muscles due to 5.

Actually to correct 2 there has been some fucking. H disappeared. Probably went home and probably because she wasn't making enough money.

Moved onto M. And I've done it again. Somehow got one of these girls to feel something for me. We started fucking without condoms on the second time I saw her. Chirst, I was worried, why does this happen to me? Why can't I control myself? Was this a ploy of hers to develop a loyal clientele? How big a risk was I exposing myself to?

Kinda decided to keep going back to her. Something feels right about her. She looks early twenties but is actually 35. Not much younger than me. Very loving towards me.

Anyway things developed, we went out together, had lunch, had dinner. She cooked for me, wonderful food by the way. I stay the night now and then. I still pay, but only when I see her during work hours and not when I stay the night. She texts me most days. I am working and living outside London now, but come and see her every week.

I think she genuinely likes me. Still worried that she likes my money/the fact that I am a route to permanent residence for her, but the more I get to know her the less I worry. And I am the only guy she fucks without a condom (she says). She knows the risks and only took them with me because she trusted me. I haven't had any tests since I started seeing her. Sure I'm at risk of getting an STD but I'll take that risk with her. The sex is electric and fresh everytime. She loves my cock. She loves my stamina. My cock seems to be permanently hard when I am around her.

H

I went to see H again last night to spend some of my hard earned cash. Stopped off to get a bottle of chilled Champagne on the way.

Very special session.

I love the way she seems as happy to see me as I am to see her.
I love just standing and kissing her,
I love that she responds to my touch so well
I love that I make her wet so easily
I love that she got so carried away that she forgot to put me in the bath before having sex
I love that she does now give me a bare back blow job
I love that she finds my dick's perma-hardness amusing
I love the way we just look into each other's eyes as we caress
I love her long, down to her ass, hair
I love the feel of her hard clit under my tongue
I love her ass and she has the cutest arsehole as well
I love every part of her body
I love the lack of bullshit about her

I can't wait to see her again.

Rewiew

Hi all.

I've mentioned I've been visiting this escort on a pretty regular basis. I think I first went to see her in March. Anyway, she's nagged me to write a review on her agency's web-site a number of times.

I have written on the Erotic Review site before but decided over a year ago that I wouldn't do any more. It seemed that the more reviews my favourite girls got, the harder it was to book them.

I guess if a girl is busy then it is good for her financially but I don't want any more situations where I am rushed out of the girl's flat because her next client was on the way up. Worse still, passing the ugly, balding, middle-aged weed on the way out.

I'm also mindful of what one girl once told me after I remarked that she must be excited because she was very wet. "Oh no, tiger, that's not you, it I'm still wet from the last client I was with"

Anyway H has been nagging me. Now, this girl is gorgeous, I mean totally stunning, one of the best looking pieces of ass I'ever had.

But, she doesn't do a lot of the pornstar type services.

• She doesn't really do OWO. She has started to lick my uncovered cock but only really does a blow-job once it is sheathed.
• No anal, and
• I think she'd recoil if I tried to cum on her face or tits (although I haven't asked).

What this adds up to is a girl who doesn't get booked that often. I'm smitten because of her looks. Plus she is intelligent and pleasant company. I've even bought her a present (pearl necklace) and she always gets a tip. I think she likes me and our last session was the most like real girlfriend experience yet with tenderness and passion on both sides.

So I couldn't refuse. I did the review.

But having posted a review it seems this has an automatic effect on the order she appears on the site. She was second to last (out of about 40 girls) before I posted the review but leapt up about 8 places. I think number of reviews = pecking order for the agency = likelihood of getting punters passed your way.

I texted her to say I'd posted a review and got a lovely kissy reply. What a Sweetie!

I'm not going to link (read above) but here it is:

Date of visit: 4 August 2006
Time of visit: 9pm
Duration: 1 hour
How do you rate the ladies attractiveness?: 10 out of 10
How did she compare to her pictures on the website?: Better than pictures!
Comments on her appearance: She is so much better than her pictures. Of all the girls I've seen from this agency, she is the one of the most pleasing to the eye.
Incall: Yes
Were any special requests (i.e. clothing) met?: No special requests were made
If no, what was wrong?
How would you rate her level of service ?: 8 out of 10
General comments Don't normally do reviews (why should I point you slobbering perverts to my favourite girls) but this was a special request. I've seen her a number of times. Her allure is her gorgeous body and beautiful face as well as her sweet nature. Much more of girlfriend type than a dirty pornstar type - No A, No OWO, No CIM only CIR (in-rubber!). I like to kid myself that she enjoys my company, and our sessions are warmer now that at the start, but I am pulled out of my fantasy land when the time is up.

It's been too long, again. I've been busy and had a little bit of vacation so wasn't on-line at all.

Updates:

Went to the company ball on my own. Utter shoite evening as predicted. I left at 10.30. If it wasn't the potential to damaging my career I wouldn't bother.

Texted the blond, asking for a meeting. No reply. Shall I call? Been over a month now.

Going to see one of my favourite girls tonight. Last time I saw her though she upset me a bit. I stayed longer than I expected to but didn't have enough cash. I said I'd go and get some more but she doubted that I would return. As if. I is a gentulmans I'll have you know young lady.

Lots of time being spent in the gym. Getting stronger and fitter. Muscle tome looking much better. I have been noticing a few more admiring glances from females as I go about my business in London, so its paying off in that way. However, I'm still gonna be paying for it as I don't want some woman round my neck, unless she just wants to fuck.

Who the "ho"?

Read Belle de Jour's book over the weekend. Most of the content I had read on her blog but the juxtaposition (yes, I too have been to University) of her life as a ho with the mundanities of her life in London has provided me with a new angle when ogling women:

Could they be a working girl?

Could they be a Belle?

I suppose a variant of this is have they the looks and confidence to be able to do it?

Take this a step further and I could be talent spotting for an escort agency. New career beckons.

On the transformational properties of Champagne

I went to a work related drinks reception last night. It was in one of the big hotels in the Piccadilly/St James's area. Strange how a few free glasses of average bubbly can transform one's mood. I trudged in a bored, defeated middle-aged man treading water until he hits the grave but wafted out a juiced-up, high energy, witty, party/babe fiend.

I made my way to Piccadilly circus and was calling an agency to meet one of their girls. As I was standing and talking a young blond girl caught my eye. I smiled, she smiled. mmmmm.

I was still on the phone however and the blond drifted away with her female friend. After a couple of calls to the agency the girl I wanted wasn't available so I decided to give up. I turned the corner to walk down Lower Regent Street and noticed the blond was still there waiting by the underground entrance. Buoyed up by free bubbly I went up to her and asked her if she wanted to come for a drink with me (this is at 10.30). She said yes.

Chatted for an hour in a pub behind Lower Regent Street (can't remember the name). Despite having a distinctly east European accent she said she was from Germany. Great body, lovely hair, nice blue eyes. Said she was in a gap year doing work experience in London. But she was working in a shop, Louis Vuitton in Bond Street. She later admitted that she was originally from the Ukraine but had a German passport.

Wanted to fuck her (duh) but got her number along with a peck on the cheek. Might call her. Let's see if I can be bothered to put the effort in.