Had a bloke ring a few times today. He was working in the area but couldn?t commit to a specific time so when eventually we could find the right time he cane over.
He wanted a 15min quickie but I?m very specific on the phone what this entails and always mention it. Nothing worse than a boundary pushing git lol.
Anyhow we arrange a time. He arrives. Tells me he doesn?t want to have sex nor oral....great I?m thinking lol however I do like to get things moving on my terms ASAP.
He wants me to wank him.....okay
BUT to wank him into his mouth!!!!!!!!!!!! I was curious as to how this could be delivered and also intrigued but the minute he was brought to completion so to speak he rolled into a yogatastic position and yes he came in his mouth with my help of hand.... quite a bizarre experience I must say and I thought I had seen it all lol

Had a new client earlier. He was retired recently and all he waned was to feel my tits. He was unable to get it up.
Paid for full hour hour.   

First guy fantastic did a booking with hope to get a nice new feedback today .
Great cock 
2 bookin g lovely guy was going down on him,suddenly  the cat bust into the room through the door and ran across the floor.
I apologised grabbed cat put it back in the kitchen and got back on the bed  tried not to laugh with his cock in my mouth ,really difficult not laughing lol lol !!!

Oh that could have been SO much worse if the cat had changed direction 

So I had this new client. Such chemistry. He was telling me nice things and I allowed him to finger fuck me. Twice.
Which was most action I had since 2017.
They say that you know you had a proper orgasm when it's so powerful that you cry and fart.
Well, I didn't fart.
The session overrun by 2 hours and the fairy tale ended, douchebag stopped telling me nice things, packed up and left feeling like a stud.
When I checked my mobile and discovered 2 solid booking requests for the evening that just passed, I cried again.
Nothing hurts like lost money.

Bitter sweet. That sucks it is why I have a alarm timer on my phone. 

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Booking 1. Stunk of BO. Had to insist on a shower and he still stank of BO when he came out.
Booking 2. Had a cigarette just before knocking on my door, refused a shower/mouthwash and kept trying to French kiss but I couldn?t, he smelt like an ashtray. My skin, hair and room stunk of stale smoke afterwards. I?m a smoker myself but I do make an effort to try and mask the smell.

Both nice guys but my nose has took a bashing today.

So I had this new client. Such chemistry. He was telling me nice things and I allowed him to finger fuck me. Twice.
Which was most action I had since 2017.
They say that you know you had a proper orgasm when it's so powerful that you cry and fart.
Well, I didn't fart.
The session overrun by 2 hours and the fairy tale ended, douchebag stopped telling me nice things, packed up and left feeling like a stud.
When I checked my mobile and discovered 2 solid booking requests for the evening that just passed, I cried again.
Nothing hurts like lost money.

I am so confused by this. I know, without even looking at my watch, the exact time. It's like my internal clock cuckoos on the hour.

This was exemplified with my last booking today; 2 hour out call. Arrived at 6.01pm, left at 8.01pm. Not consciously, but my internal alarm was bleeping away.

I am so confused by this. I know, without even looking at my watch, the exact time. It's like my internal clock cuckoos on the hour.

This was exemplified with my last booking today; 2 hour out call. Arrived at 6.01pm, left at 8.01pm. Not consciously, but my internal alarm was bleeping away.

I'm not bad either, always check my watch surreptitiously during RO ( arm blocking my illuminated watch, due to being blind as a Bat in lowlight  )
Sure enough, we are 20 minutes from the end and I can ensure that I will be leaving him 'happy', with plenty of time to grope blindly around for all my strewn attire before I exit.