AM I A SINNER?

I ask this question because of something that happened to me the other night.

I had been receiving a few calls recently from an Indian guy who by the questions he was asking I thought would turn out to be a time-waster and would never make a booking then out of the blue he phoned me and asked to see me in thirty minutes. I do not normally like doing rush jobs as I like to spend time getting ready so that everything is really special for my clients but he seemed really keen on seeing me as soon as possible. I quickly showered,did my hair and make-up and dressed in matching bra and panties with hold-up stockings,a nice dress and black stilettos. When he arrived he was a nice looking guy in his twenties,he paid me straight away and said he was nervous as he had never been with a woman or even seen a woman naked, I told him he had no need to be nervous as I would take care of everything, I held him close but when I tried to kiss him he backed off. He asked if we could go into the bedroom and could he watch me play with myself so I got undressed and he removed his top and trousers but still had long shorts underneath, he saw that I was wearing a gold cross and chain and asked me to take it off,which I did. I lay on the bed and touched myself,  first with my fingers and then with a dildo and a vibrator, he watched closely for a while then asked if he could use my bathroom,after washing his hands he came back into the bedroom and started to get dressed saying he had to go now. I do not like anyone leaving when they have not been satisfied and did not want to take his money for nothing but he assured me he had done what he wanted to do, he then explained that God had made him come to see me so that he could get aroused in front of a naked woman but not get tempted to do anything and God had helped him to control his passion. I offered him all his money back but he wanted me to keep some of it as he said he was a very rich man. He told me about his faith,his family and his culture then asked if I would mind if he prayed before he left which of course I did not object to. He thanked God for giving him the strength to resist me and then prayed for himself and for me in the work that I do. He said thank you and goodbye and with that he was gone. After he left my first reaction was to smile to myself about the whole episode,here I was after all a working girl who gets paid for sexual favours but tonight I had been paid for helping save a young mans pride,faith and dignity and having my soul saved but then I started to think seriously about myself and my work. You may think it strange that anyone who works in the sex industry has morals but I have faith in many things and like to think I  have strong principles. This all may make me sound like a hypocrite but I pride myself in being kind,considerate to all peoples faith and believes and never prejudice in any way. I have had many clients of all races,beliefs,different backgrounds, of all ages,sizes and ability and I have given them all the same careful consideration and kindness. I know I do what I do for money but am I a bad person because I get paid for sexual services? I have had guys come to see me who are old or lonely and leave my place a happier person than when they arrived. I have had many guys who are overweight and various disabilities. There was one guy who was severely disabled and quite overweight,in fact his penis was so far inside the folds of skin there was no sign of a penis or testicles but I still used all my skill and patience and made him come which he said while we were chatting over a coffee afterwards was the first time he had any sexual pleasure in years.  I have given free counselling to guys with trans problems and always give time for clients to chat about any problems or issues they may have.Now I do not consider myself a saint or a goody-goody but I do believe that what I do is provide a well needed service for people who would otherwise feel lonely,unloved or unsatisfied and I always try to provide the best service  in every way that I can. If it was not for women like myself  in the sex industry where would guys go to satisfy there needs for watersports,pain,fetishes and the likes or just purely to be treated like a loved, sexually attractive person because everyone deserves to be loved and considered,  so again my question is am I really a sinner?

YOU DECIDE. Sophie.xx

CAR SEX AND SEX IN THE WOODS

sex in cars or the great outdoors can be challenging,sometimes scary but in most cases a great deal of fun and here are some tales you may find interesting and amusing.

The first time I had sex outdoors was many years ago while on holiday in Cornwall, picture the scene if you may, there we were on a lovely secluded beach,the sun was shining like a ball of fire glistening on the waves as they crashed down onto the sandy shore, we were young,naive,in the bloom of love, a bit tipsy and randy as fuck! Well the more we strolled along the beach hand in hand,the more randy we were getting, we looked into each others eyes and we both knew what each other was thinking, where can we get our kit off and shag the living daylights out of each other. At the end of this beach there were loads of sand dunes so we walked off the beach and into these sand dunes until we were quite satisfied we had no chance of being caught, we stripped off and were soon at it like the proverbial rabbits until both of us were shagged out. Now our lust had been satisfied we decided that as this was such a lovely quite spot we were in we would walk along the dunes instead of going back to the beach, now although it was late summer we were amazed that there was not another soul in sight. When we got to the top of the dunes and onto a grassy area we saw a large sign which read MOD firing range KEEP OUT DANGER OF DEATH!! but there was worse to come because on top of the bank were loads of soldiers with binoculars that had watched every second of our fun, red-faced and to the applause and cheering from the soldiers we legged it,needless to say I have never forgotten that bit of fun.

Many years later when I started escorting I had a call from a guy who wanted two girls to go dogging with him in the woods. We must have been mad to accept the booking because we had only just started escorting and neither of us worked for an agency so we had no idea if the guy was genuine or safe for that matter. We arranged to meet him on a car park and he popped his head into the window to tell us to follow him,he seemed alright so tha was good enough for us,besides work had been slow and we needed the cash. We then followed him for miles to a deserted woodland, we were actually joking with each other while following him that he could be a madman with a giant axe (or at least a giant chopper!)  in his motor. We eventually got to this area with all little parking spaces and what seemed like miles of tracks and had no idea where we were and nobody to look after us. We got out of the car and followed him along a pathway then when he stopped we started to snog him and each other, while he was still snogging my friend I got his cock out, which was huge and started to lick and suck it then we both licked and sucked him ,pressing our mouths together with his cock in-between,he was moaning and telling us how brilliant we were, we stood up and he felt our pussies under the mini skirts we were wearing. While all this was going on we could hear movement amongst the trees and bushes but had no idea how many guys were watching. After giving us both a good fingering I got on my knees again and sucked him until he came down my throat. We tidied ourselves up and walked back to his car where he dropped the bombshell that he only had a tenner on him but would pay us next time he saw us,with that he jumped in his car and was gone never to be seen again. So we had travelled over 20 miles,he’d had both of us and all we had to show for it was a tenner,what a great night,NOT!

Another interesting night was since I  began working for a proper agency. A guy phoned me to arrange a fantasy of his which was to have sex in a car in the woods, Now this time he had been recommended by another working girl whose services he had used. He said he wanted a full role play with no signs that we knew each other and he also wanted me to pee in the woods. I drank about a litre or so of water and a glass or two of wine for courage then got dressed in silk stockings,suspender belt with matching bra and panties. I then put on a see through blouse and very short mini skirt. To finish the look I had bright red patent leather stilettos and for decency,plus it was bloody freezing out, a long coat. I walked along the road at about 11.30pm as instructed, not far from where I live.praying none of the neighbours could see me. He told me he had a silver Honda 4 wheel drive car and when I saw him approaching I was to thumb a lift, now not knowing one car from another I just prayed that when I saw what looked like a four-wheel drive it was the right motor. I saw his car approaching at approx the time he said he would and stuck out my thumb, he pulled up and asked me if I needed a lift and so I got in, he asked what I was doing out so late and on my own and I told him I had an argument with my boyfriend and so he had left me to walk home and as my feet were killing me I could walk no longer. He asked what the argument was about and I told him my boyfriend got upset just because he caught me giving his best mate a blowjob in the car park. I told him where I lived which naturally was out in the country. While we driving  he told me it was dangerous for such a pretty young girl to be accepting lifts from strangers as he could be someone dangerous who might attack and rape me, after all the drink I had drunk and him scaring the shit out of me I was close to peeing myself in his car. When we got close to a drive into the woods I knew I told him I was desperate for a pee,which by now was true, so he pulled right to the back of a long parking area. I got out and so he would get a good view of me peeing I asked him to hold my coat, as I stooped down with my panties round my ankles he said he would wait in the car until I had finished,what the F**K had he asked me to drink for if he was not going to watch me, so there was I peeing for Britain,freezing my fanny off and him sat in the warmth of his car. When the flood eventually stopped I pulled my panties back up and got back into his car. After another chat I started to come onto him telling him I was drunk and as he was so nice for giving me a lift I wanted to repay him. I started to snog him the took of my now very wet panties, I thought he would now start to show some excitement but all he said was “make sure you don’t leave your knickers in the car when you have finished”,now besides the point they were part of a set costing nearly £100 and there was no chance I intended leaving the behind  I would have thought most guys would treasure them as a trophy. I unzipped him and after sucking his cock I straddled him in the driver’s seat, while i was riding him he said “make sure you don’t get my trousers wet”,he certainly had a way with words! He asked if I would finish him off with my mouth and when he was close to coming he said “you aint gonna spit it all over my trousers  are you because these are my best ones” Now as I always swallow that was not a problem but him saying that nearly made me choke. After getting fully dressed he paid me and drove me back home. When I got out of the car he never spoke and just drove off. It is still my strangest booking to date, I had no idea what his name was and all the way through it he had shown no signs he had enjoyed it,apart from the obvious that is. I am glad to say that strange guys like this are a rarity because the one thing I always like to know is that when a guy leaves my company I want to be sure he has enjoyed himself but as the saying goes “theres nowt so strange as folk” 

Sophie.xx   

TIME WASTING WANKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

God I love this job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s an amazing life being an escort,take today for instance………………………

I am up at 6am to spend all day in London on a photo-shoot and I get home at nearly 8pm,knackered,feet killing me through wearing ridiculous high heels that don’t fit properly,blisters upon blisters,limbs aching and ready for bed when my works phone goes,ah bliss, it’s a guy who is holding a dinner party at his house but after his guests have gone home he fancies a shag with a convenient girl like me. He gives me his name and address and says he will phone as soon as his guests have gone home,you explain you have had a long day but as long as he is genuine you will still have no objections to doing the job (you need the money and hate letting nice guys down),so you then spend 2 hours showering,washing your hair,putting on all your best sexy gear,doing make-up,styling hair and printed off directions to the property,which prove to be genuine, then despite sending texts asking if you are still needed as it’s getting late and turning down another job because you can only do one in a night you hear NOTHING!! Oh what fun,knackered,pissed off,time-wasted and out-of-pocket on two fronts, refusing another job and paying the agency a booking fee for a non-existence job,who or what do these time-wasting wankers think they are??? Do these guys order meals from their local take-aways and never collect them?,order taxi’s they never want? book tables in restaurants and never show? What else do they do for fun,dial 999 and ask for emergency services?? It is because of  WANKERS like this that when I write my book I shall devote a whole chapter to naming and shaming the bastards, perhaps I should wait and turn up at his house ( which I have no doubt is completely genuine because that’s how stupid wankers like this are) waiting until his parents,relatives,posh friends or knowing twats like this his wife and dressed in my best hookers outfit and in my loudest voice ask if he is ready for that shag he ordered?? Beware an escort/hooker/call-girl who is totally pissed off,we are worse than a thousand women with raging PMT.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH THAT FEELS BETTER GETTING THAT OFF MY CHEST, perhaps I can sleep now? Back with real tales of lust soon,watch this space or read in your local paper about some twat who has had his balls hacked off…………………………….