I Love…
September 30, 2008
I love being a sexual creature - enjoying my sexuality on my terms, fuck what anyone else on this planet has to say about it.
I love hearing someone whisper “god damn” under their breath when I take my clothes off in front of them.
I love the look in a guy’s eyes when he sees me looking up at him with my lips wrapped around the head of his cock.
I love the feeling of a cock penetrating my throat.
I love feeling the pulsations and contractions of a rock hard cock as the guy ejaculates what seems like gallons and gallons of cum into my mouth.
I love the ease with which I am able to seduce other women.
I love the taste of a woman’s cunt.
I love the slightly pungent scent of someone’s asshole as I take a deep breath when I am getting ready to rim them.
I love the little grunt or moan that every single woman I’ve been with has let out when the tip of my tongue touches her clit for the first time.
I love the challenge of trying to make another woman cum.
I love the sensation of that spasm just as a man’s cock pushes into my asshole.
I love having my hair pulled, hard, when being fucked in a doggy position.
I love the sound of someone whispering dirty thoughts into my ear, fucking my imagination as they fuck my body.
I love being able to drop to my knees and become a submissive little whore at the click of a finger.
I love being able to stand up and become a dominant bitch at the crack of a whip.
I love the squishy sounds of a guy as he jerks his cock right in front of me, and then his grunts as he cums.
I love the sight of a cock two inches from my eyes just before it explodes all over my face.
I love having a man tell me to bend over his knees so he can spank me for being naughty.
I love the sound and the sting of an open, bare hand slapping my ass.
I love having my nipples bitten and pulled, hard, as a prelude to penetration.
I love being pushed down on the bed and grudge fucked from behind.
I love having my limits tested during a sexual encounter.
I love that my orgasms last for as long as a minute in some cases.
I love being told that I just gave someone the strongest orgasm they’ve ever had.
I love when someone I am fucking just lets go verbally during an orgasm, male or female.
I love being told that I am the best fuck someone has ever had, whether it was paid for with cash or not.
I love being told that someone appreciates the fact that they can call me a slut in the bedroom without feeling guilty about it.
I love being told that I should get paid to fuck people for a living by someone who doesn’t know what I do professionally.
I love being comfortable fucking someone and getting paid for it.
I love being able to fuck someone once and never seeing them again if I don’t want to.
I love knowing that I don’t base my sense of self worth solely on my sexual esteem, my self esteem, or my perception of my physical attributes.
I love enjoying…sex.
And I love the fact that many of you are either hard, or wet, from reading this.
Graphic of the Day
September 28, 2008
I don’t know its original source, but I think this is an accurate representation. 
Flying the Friendly Skies
September 26, 2008
For as long as I can remember, I have always had this effect on people, of both sexes. It is like a sexual magnetism that attracts me to others and to specific situations that most other people probably sense or maybe even recognize, but rarely do anything about (mostly due to a lack of self confidence). I knew this even when I was a young teenager. Even then, though, I understood the power inherent in that capability and sought to control it lest it get out of hand.
As I gained more confidence in myself and began to understand the dynamic that exists between two humans with respect to sexual chemistry and how it plays out, typically and atypically, I began to utilize this power for my own personal enjoyment. I still do, obviously, and am now using it to earn a living. I’ve never been one to be “shy” about expressing myself sexually. That scares some people (and by that I mean those who know nothing about me personally and are afraid of expressions of human sexuality in general, especially female sexuality), but for others it can be an open door into their own sexual exploration.
My GF and I went to Arizona over the Thanksgiving holiday a couple of years ago to visit her mom and step dad. The Wednesday evening flight had an interesting twist to it. Before I tell you about it, keep in mind that my GF and I had had an open relationship since we became an “official” couple in 2005, so long as anyone we played with was female (up until the point where I started sex work, of course). There’s a long story behind this, and maybe I’ll share it one day. But for the time being, you need to know that to understand how this could have unfolded as it did without any issues between us.
Nikki and I flew from home (Fort Lauderdale) to Tucson, AZ, by way of Atlanta that Wednesday evening. We sat in the aisle and middle seats in row 15. An hour or so into the flight, I happened to glance over at the people sitting across from us, and noticed the girl in the middle of the other side looking at a book with a page containing a photo of a topless woman and a heading of “pony play.” I thought, “Damn, that’s weird.” A few minutes later, I glanced back (trying not to be obvious!) and she was on another page that had headings of “Bukkake” and “Feet.” Now my curiosity was piqued. This girl appeared to be about 18 and was looking at something that appeared to be about porn, and she was reading it out in the open with another younger girl next to her on one side, and someone I assumed to be her mother on the other side.
So here I was pretending to read my book and trying to keep my eyes on her book to see if I could figure out what she was looking at. She finally moved it to where I could see the title of it: “The Big Book of Porn.” I was like, WTF? She’s reading this in front of other people on an airplane. *I* wouldn’t have the guts to do that, even if I did know the other people around me. Anyway, I thought, well, let’s play with this a little bit and see where it leads us. So I stared at her for a minute until she saw me looking at her. She saw me and acted like nothing was out of the ordinary! I’m like, this is very…different.
She finally got up to go to the bathroom, so I followed her back. I waited until she came out and she was startled that I was there. I asked her if her book was any good. She just grinned and said it was for a class assignment. I told her I would never have the guts to read it out in front of my mother and sister (my assumption of who the two around her was). She laughed and said the other girl was her younger sister, and she had no clue who the other woman was! So she was reading this book with all of these porno pictures in it right next to this older woman (who, incidentally, never batted an eye as best I can tell). Anyway, we chatted for a minute, and as it turns out she’s reading it for a theater class at the University of Georgia (the book is about porn movies)! So, I tell her that I want to take a look at it when she gets done with it (we’re on a three and a half hour flight) – that I want to see what it says about lesbian porn. She got the most curious look on her face – almost as if she was embarrassed, but not really. One of those “Oh, really?” looks I guess you’d say.
So, when I get back to my seat from the bathroom, she has changed seats to the aisle and hands me the book. I cruise through it for a few minutes and find a handful of references to lesbian porn and scenes in a small number of movies. I hand it back to her and tell her thanks, but it didn’t have much of interest to me about what I was looking for. I ask her if she likes porn, and she hesitated for a second and said, “a little.” I just said, “cool.”
So, after a bit of time goes by, I keep looking over at her. She’s fairly attractive, and I just can’t keep my eyes off of her and keep from thinking how cool it was for a girl to be sitting in an open space reading a book with “Porn” splattered all over the place! After a bit of conversation with Nikki about some possibilities, I finally work up the nerve to ask her if she likes lesbian porn. She just stares at me for a few seconds and says “Yeah, I guess.” I can sense that she’s embarrassed about it, but I just keep looking at her and finally I just say, “That’s awesome.” I give it a little bit more time to sink in, and just keep looking at her (her name is Melissa, btw).
I finally work up the nerve to do something, and as I’m looking at her again, I make just a slight motion with my head toward the back of the airplane, and get up to go back to the bathroom. To my incredible surprise, she gets up and follows me back there (as I had *so* hoped she would). I go into the bathroom and pull her in with me. Those bathrooms are tight to begin with, but with two people in them…. We kissed each other for probably a full minute before we separated lips! As much as I’d loved to have joined the Lesbian Mile High Club right then, it just wasn’t possible in that bathroom! Anyway, we kissed a couple more times and then she left to go back to her seat. I straightened up and went back to mine as well.
We continued to make eye contact for the entire rest of the flight. When we landed, we both headed straight to the bathroom and found ourselves in the handicapped stall French kissing like there was no tomorrow. As much as I’d love to say we re-created the supposed Panther’s Cheerleader scene with the sex and all, we didn’t – we just made out for a few more minutes, and went back out. Nikki and Melissa’s sister were outside talking when we left the bathroom.
As far as I can tell, Melissa’s sister had no idea what was going on! Anyway, we collected all of our luggage, and each went our separate ways. Neither one of us asked the other one where we were going or anything else. It was just so………random, and not something I would’ve predicted I would have done before tonight. But, dayum! The skies don’t get much friendlier than that, I’m thinking.
Sadly, the flight home a few days later was very uneventful.
Sex, Sexuality, and Sensuality
September 22, 2008
Sexuality is much more than just one concept, as most of you probably realize. It includes several components that interact to determine how you function sexually in society. It is important to understand the central concepts behind what we tend to globally group into the common term “sexuality” in order to fully understand and appreciate your sex life as I see it.
The term “sex” as used by most people refers to the actual mechanics of sexual intercourse. For some people this will include the precursors such as kissing, making out, foreplay, and all of the other activities that actually lead up to penetrative sexual intercourse. For others, it simply refers to the act of intercourse. When someone asks you if you’ve “had sex” your first thoughts are, most likely, of you and your partner in some form of missionary sex position going at it like a couple of banshees! You and your partner must come to an agreement on what “sex” means to your relationship. There are a variety of philosophical arguments about whether oral sex is “sex” for example (thanks Bill!). Only the two of you can determine that for your relationship.
The term “sexuality” itself is misused quite a bit. The word actually refers to the social, emotional and spiritual components that identify you sexually, and represents the psychological aspects of your sexual identity. It includes such things as how you perceive your body sexually, how you choose to interact with others sexually, your philosophy on intimacy and emotional involvement within the context of sex, and your own personal limits on what you find acceptable in terms of sexual activity. Think of it as your sexual character!
Some people use the term incorrectly to characterize their sexual orientation. If they’re asked, “What is your sexuality?” (by someone who also does not understand the term), they’d reply with something on the order of, “I’m straight.” This is an incorrect usage – see the section on sexual orientation below.
Everyone has a “sexual identity.” Your sexual identity determines how you interact sexually with others as you proceed through life, and is a global term used to describe your gender identity, your gender role, and your sexual orientation.
For most people, their “gender identity”, or sense of “maleness” or “femaleness,” is pretty clear cut and develops as they grow up. There are some instances where this may not develop according to what society considers “normal,” however. For instance, some parents raise their daughters as tom boys, which means that they have what many consider to be more masculine attributes (i.e., the way they dress, being involved in competitive sports, etc.), and they appear to have lost what many consider to be some attributes that normally identify females. This is true for boys as well, in the opposite direction of course, and may or may not cause issues as one grows up.
In some instances, a person’s gender identity is in conflict with his/her biological identity (as determined by the physical attributes of their body). This is referred to as being “transgendered,” and dealing with this can lead to a lot of emotional conflict, especially as one grows through puberty and adolescence. In some instances these people will go on to have gender reassignment surgery to “fix” themselves and make them into the sex that they feel they are emotionally, but for many others this is never a real option .
“Gender roles” are those societal definitions of what “boys do” and what “girls do” as they move through life. For example, only females are supposed to wear dresses, or only males are supposed to wear their hair closely cropped; women are supposed to be in the kitchen, men are supposed to work to support the family. Fortunately, we’re getting away from the narrow constructs that have defined those roles in the past, despite organizations who’d like to see us stay cemented to those antiquated definitions of what men and women are “supposed to do.”
“Sexual orientation” is a term used to characterize who you generally prefer to have sexual relations with. Heterosexuals prefer to have sex with someone of the opposite gender, homosexuals (also called “gays” [male and female] or “lesbians” [females only]) prefer to have sex with someone of the same gender, and bisexuals are people who are able to enjoy sexual activity with someone of either gender. Your sexual orientation is one of the more visible components of your overall “sexuality.”
And while most people will identify themselves as being one of the three, sociobiologist Alfred Kinsey determined in his studies of the late 1950s that just about everyone was bisexual to one degree or another, and developed a sliding scale he used to represent a continuum that one could move across as they re-evaluated their sexuality through time. (Fritz Klein developed his own scale that expanded upon Kinsey’s, by the way.)
“Intimacy” is another term that you should be familiar with. The term represents the emotional investment you make in or with someone else, along with your ability and willingness to share your emotions with another person, care for them, and the extent to which it can be said that you “like” someone. Any investment involves risk, and emotional risk is always a huge factor when you are forming an intimate bond with another person. As you become more intimate with someone, whether it leads to a sexual relationship or not, you open yourself up to vulnerability. Therefore, the development of intimacy with another person is a huge step in any relationship.
For most people, the development of intimacy with another person is required before the development of a sexual relationship. For others, however, this is not necessarily true. Some people do not place as high a value on the emotional attachment to someone else if they are in a relationship strictly for the sexual aspects of it. Only the individuals involved can determine whether this is the right path to follow or not.
“Sensuality” is an awareness and feeling about your own body and other people’s bodies, especially the bodies of potential sexual partners. Sensuality is what enables you to feel good about how your body looks and feels and what it can do sexually. It involves such things as how you perceive your body (body image), how you process and react to sexual attraction and sexual tension involving other people, and how you enjoy and react to the senses during interpersonal interaction with someone else. Another major component of sensuality is called “skin hunger,” which is a term used to describe your desire to be touched, held, and caressed. If you have not already done so, you will find this to be one of the more satisfying aspects of a physical relationship.
Sensuality also describes how your body physically and emotionally reacts to inputs from the various senses associated with your body. When you become intimately involved with someone, you will find that there are unique sounds, smells, feelings (in this case, physically), sights, and even tastes associated with the interaction with that other person. If you learn to pay attention to and enjoy those sensations, you will heighten your ability to enjoy your sexuality by several magnitudes. For example, if you learn to discern the smell that lingers after your own intense sexual encounters, you will get to the point where you can literally pick up on the fact that someone else has had sex when they walk into a room! Seriously!
Sensuality derives from the brain’s concept of your own sexuality and the fantasies that you allow it to entertain. You will occasionally hear someone refer to the brain as the body’s greatest sex organ, and this is the basis for that claim. Sex is, in reality, just as much a mental exercise as it is a physical one. Mastering the physical aspects of sex is relatively easy. Anyone can learn a sex position, or a new technique. Allowing yourself to harness the power of your brain to process the emotional and spiritual aspects of a sexual encounter, however, and applying them such that both of you become enveloped in the experience with all of your senses will elevate your sex to an entirely new level, guaranteed!
As you can see, there is *so* much more to the concept of what makes you a “sexual being” than just the physical act of sex itself. If you learn to understand these, and apply them to your relationships with other people, you will find that your life experience will be much richer than those who do not. If you have not already done so, sit back and think about how these concepts define you, and how you can make use of this information to improve your sexuality.
Now, having said all of that, my favorite clients are those who come to the experience knowing who they are sexually - they’re just fun to be sexual with. That is rare, of course, just as it is in the general population, so I don’t experience it terribly often. The fact of the matter is that I very much enjoy helping people explore avenues of their sexual being that they haven’t had the opportunity to investigate as well. Usually this manifests itself in a lack of desire or willingness to ask their significant other to indulge them or engage them in some activity. Rimming is a good example.
Butt…I’ll be writing an article on rimming in the not too distant future, though, so I won’t bore you with those details right now. 
Entrepreneur, Defined
September 18, 2008
Taking a cue from the SexHobbyist…
Misspelling notwithstanding.
Beginnings
September 16, 2008
I often get asked how I got started in this line of work, usually by clients, but occasionally by someone with simply an interest in the type of work I do. My path here followed one that is not uncommon with a lot of women in this business, but it had some unique “inputs” along the way.
Like many other escorts, my entry into prostitution followed a trajectory that arced through stripping. But it wasn’t a direct path – I didn’t enter prostitution simply to make more money than I could make as a dancer like many women do. In fact, the fact that I was a stripper is fairly coincidental to my work as an escort, rather than correlative or causative. My entry into stripping was a complex and winding story that started several years ago when we were in high school, believe it or not. So, let’s go there for a few minutes.
While seniors in high school, Nikki and I had to do a book report for English, just like every other student on the planet does from time to time. By this point in our lives, she and I had no fears about flaunting our sexuality - we both knew we had “it,” and weren’t afraid to push the envelope when the occasion permitted. We weren’t the school sluts or anything but we knew how to work what we had to our advantage, shall we say.
Largely out of fun, and in all honesty to push some buttons, we selected a book entitled “Ivy League Stripper,” by a lady named Heidi Mattson, to use as the subject of our report. The book chronicles Heidi’s decision to start stripping to pay for college at Brown University, for those of you who’ve not heard of it. It is actually a very well written insight into Ms. Mattson’s decision to start dancing and its consequences and ramifications for her school life and her personal life.
Of course, our teacher was initially aghast at our selection, but when we showed her that it was not the lascivious, wanton fuck story that she expected, she agreed to let us use it if we agreed to address the character development issues Heidi faced. To this day, I’m still surprised by our teacher’s decision to allow its use (and the year after that, they began requiring pre-approval for the books, btw). We read the book, wrote our report and presented it to the class. I still remember the look on our classmates’ eyes when Nikki announced the title of the book.
I had no way of knowing at the time that Nikki was heavily impacted by the book, and was so enthralled by the sheer visual imagery she imagined as she read the story that she decided then that she wanted to be a stripper some day. We knew each other *very* well by this point (and I mean that in the carnal sense), and she never said the first word about it until two weeks before she turned 18. And she only told me then because she had decided to go to a local club in the city we were living in at the time (Nashville) to audition to be a dancer. You could’ve knocked me over with a feather. At any rate, she auditioned, was offered a job and began dancing on her 18th birthday (in January, while she was still in high school, no less). I celebrated my 18th by getting a tattoo on my back and one of my nipples pierced!
As time wore on, I could see that she really enjoyed what she was doing. As I watched her practice her moves in our dorm one night, I was captivated by how sensually she could move her body – it just seemed so…fluidly erotic. I, on the other hand, couldn’t dance for shit.
In a conversation with my sister one night, I explained to her about Nikki and the dancing, and my desire to be able to move like that. She let on that she knew of a studio in LA (where she was living while attending UCLA) that offered pole dancing and other erotic movement classes – she’d seen it on Oprah of all places. It was operated by an actress named Sheila Kelley - her studio was the S-Factor Studio. At this point, pole dancing classes were new, and to the best of my knowledge weren’t offered anywhere outside of LA.
I visited my sister every summer in late July, and this one was no different, so it seemed as though with this visit I could kill two birds with one stone. When I arrived, I signed up for one of the classes, and literally learned how to work a pole in a week. One of the instructors spent some quality time with me after hours showing me some interesting tricks, and I eventually got the hang of it. I never knew a pole could be so sensual; I found that being on the pole appealed to the exhibitionist in me, even if no one was watching.
A week later I returned home, not having told Nikki that I’d been to the dance class, preferring instead to spring it on her as a surprise at some point. Over the next couple of months, as I watched, I began to wonder more and more what it would be like to actually get up on stage and dance in front of a crowd. Nikki had been trying to get me to come see her dance ever since she started, and I finally caved in - curiosity got the better of me. I went and was flabbergasted at what I saw. The absolute beauty of the female form gliding across the stage, climbing and descending the poles was breathtaking. I was, quite literally, stunned at what I saw and the reaction of the crowd to the dancers. I really didn’t even bother to think about the socio-political ramifications of stripping at this point, even though I was acutely aware of them, largely because I just didn’t care.
When we talked about my experience after we got home that night, she suggested that I was come dance at their weekly amateur night. I was like, “Oh, no, I couldn’t do that” initially, but the more I thought about it, the more intrigued I became.
I was fighting an internal battle, one largely imposed upon me by our society. I was raised in a quasi-naturist family. We went to nudist resorts, nude beaches and the like as a family. I was raised in an environment where there was no shame in being naked around others. So it wasn’t that I had to get over the thoughts about being naked in front of a crowd, but rather the stigma that society places on strippers that was giving me pause. Even though Nikki was working as a dancer, and we were best friends, I still had this idea in the back of my head that strippers were drug-addicted degenerates who couldn’t find anything better to do with their lives. My trip to the club had gone some ways toward abating that, but it is hard to get what you’ve heard all these years out of your head (I still wrestle with that with respect to prostitution as well, I might add).
After two weeks of thinking, and making tentative decisions to go, and then backing out (and practicing to Brittany’s “Toxic” while Nikki was at work), I *finally* worked up the courage to give it a shot. So, I borrowed an outfit Nik used and went with her to the club that night. I was incredibly nervous, but excited at the same time. I was wondering how much of the pole work I’d learned at S-Factor I had retained!!!
I sat in the audience and watched for the first hour or so. Nikki took the stage for her first set, and surprised me by trying to get me to come up on stage with her. The crowd, of course, egged her on, and with all of that enticement, I couldn’t exactly refuse. So I got up on stage and she danced around me as I stood there for a few minutes wondering what the fuck I should do. She started peeling my shirt off, much to the crowd’s delight, and I started dancing with her a little bit. That was about as far as it got, though she planted a huge kiss on me as her music ended. I was astounded at the reaction of the people in the club as well. Everyone seemed to have gotten big kick out of it all.
When it came time for the competition, I was third in line. After my name was called and everyone saw that it was the same girl that had been up there before, they went nuts. I got up and the DJ cued up Toxic and let her rip, I started moving as best as I could. I don’t think I looked at anyone in the crowd the entire time - quite honestly, I was dancing like a deer in the headlights. I honestly don’t even recall if I did the routine I’d worked out or if I just flailed about like an injured seal. I know at the end of it, I was naked with the exception of a tiny little g-string.
The crowd seemed to really enjoy it though. I did manage to do two pole tricks (which, looking back now, seem terribly simplistic), whereas only one other girl had even attempted to do any. When they announced the results, I was the winner of the $500 prize, and the manager offered me a job. I looked over at Nikki and she was like, “Please, please say yes.” So, I accepted, thinking that if/when I got to the point where I didn’t like what I was doing I could certainly quit.
That was in September of 2004, and Nikki and I continued to dance for the next few months at this one club. In the spring of 2005, after one of our vacation trips to Fort Lauderdale, we came to the decision to move to southern Florida. We’d been down there numerous times, and from my personal research, the work environment for dancers was much more, shall we say, robust – more clubs, more money, better working conditions, etc. So we quit school (both of us were going to MTSU at the time and both majoring in business administration), packed up all of our shit, and moved to Fort Lauderdale. When we got there, we went through the process of transferring to the University of Miami, I changed my major to Psychology, and finished out my degree. And I might add, I did so without incurring any debt, which is impressive considering UM is a private university.
And then, of course, I decided to make the move to San Francisco.
“So She Dances”
September 15, 2008
I absolutely adore Josh Groban - his voice is so strong and masculine, yet sensual. 
I will dance to this song at my wedding, whenever and to whomever that might be:
A waltz when she walks in the room
She pulls back the hair from her face
She turns to the window to sway in the moonlight
Even her shadow has grace
A waltz for the girl out of reach
She lifts her hands up to the sky
She moves with the music
The song is her lover
The melody’s making her cry
So she dances
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is
From afar calling me silently
A waltz for the chance I should take
But how will I know where to start?
She’s spinning between constellations and dreams
Her rhythm is my beating heart
So she dances
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is
From afar calling me silently
I can’t keep on watching forever
I give up this view just to tell her
When I close my eyes I can see
The spotlights are bright on you and me
We’ve got the floor
And you’re in my arms
How could I ask for more?
So she dances
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is
From afar calling me silently
I can’t keep on watching forever
And I’m givin’ up this view just to tell her
Reviews
September 14, 2008
I specifically disallow reviews of my services. I know many escorts rely on them to generate new business (especially those new to the industry), but I personally find them unpalatable for several reasons. Chief among these is the fact that no one can please everyone all the time, and one person’s “bad” session might be someone else’s positive. A bad review in such a case really isn’t fair to me or to other clients because it presents only one side of the equation. And to me, sex is such an individualized experience that having someone reduce it to a mere handful of words just minimizes what takes place and all that goes into it.
I realize what I am doing is a “service” and people who buy it from me deserve to have some idea that they’d get their money’s worth. But I pretty much guarantee satisfaction, and have yet to receive a complaint from a client. And yes, I realize it’d be naive for me to expect everyone to believe that just because I say it.
Still, I am very sensitive to how the chemistry is working between me and a partner, and if it just isn’t clicking, I am not averse to ending the session with no charge to the client. I think both of us should walk away from the appointment feeling as though we got what we originally bargained for. Sadly, I know that other escorts don’t hold that worldview.
There’s more to it than that, though. There’s nothing to prevent someone from saying that I’ve done something I don’t do, or exaggerating what took place, and there’s no way for me to directly counter any falsities that might be presented in a review. I know girls who’ve had people post bogus reviews of them, and it took quite a bit of effort to get them removed. In the meantime, they suffer from the consequences of potential clients reading that stuff and believing it, and then refusing to see her because of it. I don’t feel like having to deal with that (though I acknowledge that that is a relatively rare occurrence).
Now, of course, there’s no way I can prevent someone from posting reviews, but I fully expect my clients to honor my requests. If someone does post a review against my wishes, I sure won’t see him again (even if it was positive), and may even blacklist him if the review has some significant inaccuracies, especially if it is a negative review.
Of course, I don’t want to read about how I did something “wrong,” either.
Positive reviews can generate business, of course. At this point, however, I don’t need that; I generate enough business on my own via word of mouth, referrals, and the limited advertising that I do. Sometimes, an excess of positive reviews may create too high of expectations on the part of potential clients, too. And as I said before, sex is such an individualized experience - you can’t compare someone else’s experiences with yours in something that intimate, so there’s the potential for setting someone up to be disappointed. I mean, I can tell you I do anal, I allow facials, I deepthroat, etc. - having someone else tell you that as well serves no real purpose other than to confirm what I already said. If someone raved over my ability to swallow his “large cock,” and I am unable to do likewise with the next “large cock,” that second cock’s owner is going to be pretty upset.
I could also say that I don’t believe you should kiss and tell, but with my writings here about my experiences, you guys would see right through that shit.
Anyway, one of my clients from a week or so ago sent me a review he wrote that he begged me to let him post on a couple of the review boards. Again, I politely declined, for fear of setting a precedent. It was a pretty awesome review, though, so I thought I’d at least share it here. 
The client was a 42 year old guy, a hobbyist (someone who sees escorts as a “hobby,” basically), and I am reprinting his review here, as he sent it to me, complete with grammatical errors. 
For those of you unfamiliar with the acronyms and vernacular of the business, here is a quick primer:
DFK = Deep French Kissing
BBBJ = Bareback Blow Job (BJ without a condom)
DATY = Dining at the Y (oral sex on a female)
CG = Cowgirl (sex position)
DT = Deep throating
CIM = Cum in mouth
CIF = Cum in/on Face
GFE = Girlfriend experience
PSE = Porn Star experience
ATF = All-Time Favorite
Alexa is truly amazing. A great kisser and so confident. After a few minutes talking and getting to know each other, we make ourselves comfortable and began a long passionate kissing and caressing session. I almost felt like a teenager again I was so excited. She proceeds to tell me that she aims to please, anything goes, and asked if I wanted “girlfriend” or “porn star.” I asked for the porn star treatment, figured I may as well get the most for my money.
She proceeds to give me a BBBJ that almost buckled my knees. This girl is very orally talented. Wow was all I could think. She used lots of spit in order to use both her hands and her mouth. She took me in deeply with only her mouth for several strokes and would then alternate this with concentrating on my soldiers helmet while using her hand to pump me to hardness. She licked every inch of my dick and balls and then deepthroated and slowly worked me up to a frenzy. She could tell as my climax approached and she would then pull back and slow down to hold me back - such a TEASE - this happened a couple of times to where I could stand it no more. Finally, I exploded in her mouth and she kept on sucking to get every ounce out of me. To my surprise, she opens up her mouth and lets my cum flow on her beautiful tits then she licked it off and swallowed every drop. I almost came again just watching her do it.
She left to go to the bathroom and returned with a hot towel to clean me up (very thoughtful). We spent about a half hour talking – she’s very knowlegable and engaging. Time for round 2.
I went in for some DATY, very tasty, on that bald pussy. Started DATY, which she seemed to enjoy and became very wet. She was very responsive to daty. She covers me up, lubes herself and gets on CG. She asks how I like it. I tell her hard. She rode me so hard and long I thought I would pass out. We switched back and forth between Mish and Doggy for 15 - 20 minutes and I decided to lose the cover and go back for that sweet 69…..She re-mounted and I got another 1st class blow while enjoying the sights and smells of pussy….We must have gone at this for 30 minutes and I swear she would bring me to the brink and then back off…The brink, then back off so many times I lost count…..
Then on went the cover again and we did CG and then doggie. I was getting close to popping so asked about greek. She told me to go for it. It was extremely tight as this was the 1st time I was doing greek with anyone. I am a sucker for lower back tats and I couldn’t keep my eyes off hers. She met my every thrust with her own. I lasted about a minute before I popped #2. She got me another towel and we spent some more time talking while I recovered for round 3.
She asked me how I wanted it and I told her I’d like another BBBJ. She got back on her knees and went to town. When she says “porn star sex” she means it. I’ve never gotten such enthusiastic head. I don’t think she has a gag reflex as she DT me without gagging over and over again. When she asked me if I wanted to CIM or CIF I nearly fainted. I’ve never had any girl ask me that before. I opted for her face. I really felt like I was in a porn movie. When I finished, she went and cleaned up and brought me another warm towel, and we were done. We talked some more as she got dressed, gave me a hug and long DFK and was out the door.
I tell you she is 100% gfe/pse. Real girl next door friendly. If you are looking for the tall model type not for you. But if you want a real cute sexy girl who will literally fuck or suck your brains out go see her. She has a minimum 2 hour booking and trust me you’ll need every minute of it. This one may become my ATF if I can keep up financially.
Watch Me Watch You Watch Me
September 11, 2008
In a post I made several weeks ago about sense-sational sex, I mentioned that sex was always a sensual experience for me. There are several aspects to that, as I alluded to in that article, but there’s one in particular that I really enjoying playing with.
I’ve taken a good 30 or so women into their first lesbian experiences, and one of the things I like to do when I get ready to go down on a woman that first time - her first time - is to make her watch me do it. Think about that for a minute.
Many women (and many men, as well, for that matter) will lie back and close their eyes when you’re performing oral on them. Generally what they’re doing is dissociating themselves from the experience - they’re visualizing themselves being fucked as if they were a third party in the room. There are a variety of psychological reasons behind this, but that is beyond what I want to focus on in this article.
By forcing them to watch me, they connect what they’re feeling with the immediacy of the act itself, and with the person performing the act. When you watch my tongue move toward your clit (or your cock), there’s a tiny, almost imperceptible fraction of a second where your brain knows something is coming. That brief snippet of anticipation is the spiritual equivalent of skin hunger - your mind craves what is coming and in anticipation of it, your brain, your cunt, literally begs for it to happen. I’ve even known the hair to stand on its end and chill bumps to rise up on some women when I’ve hesitated for a second of two before making contact, the reaction is that powerful.
When that contact is made, and you see me looking into your eyes, it provides a direct connection between your brain and what you’re feeling in your cunt or your cock. So rather than visualizing yourself as someone being performed upon, you put yourself in the more immediate position of being in that moment, in a continuous, (hopefully) positive feedback loop with your partner. And to me, that is what sex should be about (even casual and paid sex).
That eye contact also allows me to read the person I am fucking. I can tell by watching the reaction in your eyes (as well as sensing your breathing and body movements) if what I am doing is “working” for you or not, and can adjust my technique accordingly. That skill is one thing that makes me a great fellatrix/cunnilinguist in my opinion. When women ask me about how to give good head to a guy, I’ll tell them one of the most important things you can do to make it much more erotic for him is to look into his eyes when you’re fucking his cock with your mouth. Eye contact works magic, for all genders.
And you see me watching you, too, so it causes you to expose yourself in a way - an exposure of your psyche. There’s an old saying that the eyes are the gateway into the soul, and nothing is more accurate when it comes to sex I believe. The connection made through forced eye contact can be very tenuous initially, or even embarrassing to some people, especially those who are not as open with their sexuality with themselves as others might be. Making them watch me go down on them is my way of forcing them to live their sexuality in that moment and connecting with it, though. You can’t close your eyes and pretend you’re watching yourself, or pretend to be someone else, or pretend that I am someone else. You have to sit there and watch me watch you watch me.
You may ask how I force them to watch me. If you think about the very first time someone went down on you, what would you have done if you’d been there with your legs spread open, your cunt all hot and wet, begging for attention, your partner getting ready to make contact, and your partner just…stopped? Or, if you’re a guy, the first time you got a blow job, what would you have done if you had this huge erection, just waiting to be buried in someone’s mouth, and all of the sudden your partner just …stopped? You’d have been terribly upset, right? I’ve only had two women object when I first told them I wanted them to watch me (though I have had to coax many more into watching), and in both instances I refused to go any further until they acquiesced. I told them, if you’re not going to watch me do it, then I am not going any further. That begging, that hunger I referred to earlier pushes them to the point where they gave in. And watched.
Is that mean? Perhaps on some level you could make that argument, and I suspect they’d have agreed with you initially. But I know, through conversations with many of my partners afterward, the orgasms they had from my oral attention on them those first times were extremely powerful. And I’ve had several tell me later that making them watch me was the hottest thing they’d ever experienced up to that point.
It is music to my ears to have someone say that to me about a sexual experience.
And I guess I should point out that I don’t make them watch me the whole time, just initially. I mean, hell, even I close my eyes when I cum. It’d be hypocritical (and probably fruitless) to try to make someone else keep their eyes open through that!.
Interesting Thought for the Day
September 9, 2008
From a conversation with a friend:
I got myself off in the bathroom a few minutes ago because I was *incredibly* horny and I couldn’t get the dirty thoughts out of my head. I’ve had a couple of the men here hit on me, and hover around me since. I’m wondering if they can subconsciously sense the sexual gratification oozing out of me.
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