Wednesday, 19 March 2014

Wasn't the full moon last Saturday?

It has been over a year since I have started my agency. What a wonderful, enriching experience. I am learning leaps and bounds in the subject of patience. In my many years in this business I have never seen anything as ridiculous as this quote. I have changed monikers to protect privacy.

"I might need to change my name from BBlackC to SexyBlackCock. BLACK POWER. Black Power. Black Power. Black Power.

always always let black people into your agency, please bro, please bro, please. BLACK!!! BIG BLACK COCKKK. "

Mind you I don't have a racist bone in my body, I always liked my colored clients, as well as the Indian, and Asian, and Latin ones. Though the Latins always want you to do the most work.

Monday, 18 February 2013


I now run an agency. Today I had an ex lover hit me up. He asked for a job. I told him that unless he likes his chocolate star fish being filled I have no job for him.

Tuesday, 18 September 2012


We all do stupid things from time to time, some more then others. When it came to being an escort though I really was not trying to take too many risks. Yet there were a few times that I did. If anything goes wrong in a session the only thing I had to rely on were my own reflexes, so doing things that dull them were never in my best interest. Even so, if I had time to go grab food I would often also grab a drink, and a few times I got a little wavy.

Once I was in the suburb of Philadelphia, and dropped by a Houlihans for a late lunch. Afterwards I went back to my room, freshened up, and layed in bed waiting for my next encounter, which was a first timer. Mind you I was pretty done in from 3 glasses of wine, what can I say the bartender was cute. I lucked out greatly that day, as the fella that walked through my door turned out to be a huge sweetie pie. Just one of those Teddy bears. I don't recall any details :) but I did become his ATF and he did become a regular. In conclusion sometimes being drunk helps.

Tuesday, 28 August 2012


It has been a good chunk of time since I have stopped escorting, yet I am still holding onto some things. I did burn all of my hooker clothes, that was fun, all of the lace and chiffon lit up very quickly. On the other hand I still log onto the hooker forum. It is stranger then I thought it would be to go back to the civilian world. It is like coming out of hiding. A strange feeling not to stutter when someone asks you what you do for a living. I do not regret having done it, I maybe wish that I had gotten out a bit sooner, before it had a chance to affect me as much, but being an escort taught me a great deal of things. For one I am the best at separating sex from emotion, even to the point that I now have trouble having the sweet, romantic kind of feelings for the lucky few I procreate wih. This may have started long before I became a pro, but my career definitely sped up the process.