Most escorts will tell you not to fall for clients, I learned my lesson the hard way, well perhaps not the hard way but certainly the expensive way... I got carried away with my fancy for a hot client and have ended up short changed.
It all started about two months ago when I received a call from a man with a lovely Welsh accent, he told me he was looking for an appointment with me today in Edinburgh. Purely because of his voice I was totally up for it, but unfortunately I had to decline because I had other plans. I tried to reschedule it for later that day but he was due to catch a flight back to London in the afternoon.. He informed me that he is not in Edinburgh very often and hinted that we probably would not be rescheduling our meeting. I was slightly annoyed but I got over it after about twenty minutes, or maybe thirty at the most..
I was pleasantly surprised the next morning when I received a text from him, "I missed my flight and had to stay in Edinburgh another night, have the day off, wanna meet?"
I replied as soon as I could with an obvious yes and we agreed to meet around lunchtime at his hotel in Edinburgh. I quickly showered, shaved and moisturized and I was soon on a train Edinburgh bound. I got off at Waverly station and walked out to his hotel which happened to be very handy, it was the 5* Balmoral hotel which is located two minutes from Waverly Station. I walked past the reception, I am always a little nervous walking into a new hotel for the first time because I never know where the lifts are and I get self-conscious about the staff "clocking" me. I found the lift and soon arrived at his room. I knocked the door with baited breath.
He opened the door and I was stunned at how hot he was! He was about 32 years old, amazing dark eyes, short brown hair, and a charming smile. As he welcomed me in I felt this little bolt of smugness run through my body. He was wearing a light blue Ralph Lauren shirt and fitted cream chinos, he looked like he could easily be one of those gorgeous preppy polo players you see on American television.
I walked through the room and we sat in a seating area, there was a bottle of Italian Prosecco sitting on ice and he promptly opened it on my approval and poured two glasses, after handing me my envelope. We chatted for a little while about his work, he was some sort of professional, I think it was something to do with merchandise, I wasn't really paying much attention to that. He asked me about my work, simply out of fascination, I talked candidly to him about it and felt totally comfortable with the situation. It was actually him who suggested I start this diary!.. Anyway after some nice conversation that could of went on all day he looked at his watch, worried he wouldn't get to "have fun" in the hour session he had booked. I was more than happy to stop the conversation and felt my heart skip as he invited me into the bedroom.
He took his shirt off and he had the classic hot body of an early thirties man, a bit of chest hair, a tight stomach and strong defined arms. He helped take my top off and we kissed a lot and held eachother tight in, I didn't need to close my eyes.
He only wanted to do oral, but it was still amazing. I kept sucking and he warned me he was about to climax soon, normally I would move my mouth away asap with a client but not this time, I wanted it. We both climaxed then lay on the bed somewhat exhausted. I didn't want our session to end and neither did he but I headed into the shower and cleaned up. I came back into the bedroom to get changed and he suggested we go to lunch. I knew I had already been paid but I didn't care, he was hot and it was a free lunch in one of Edinburgh's finest restaurants.
We went downstairs and he ordered the table, I was in my element being with him and admired how good looking he was as he ordered the drinks. We enjoyed a delicious lunch and the conversation continued, it turns out he stays in London with his boyfriend, he did not discuss this boyfriend too much but I assumed there must be trouble if he is calling escorts... I took my time finishing desert so that I could make this lunch date last, but I knew it was coming to a close. He walked me down to the train station and we exchanged a firm handshake and one last smiling gaze before I left for the platform.
It was perfect, he texted me to tell me how much he enjoyed our "date", I knew it was just an appointment, but I liked the word date and responded with a foolish:
"Me too i like u :) x"
This text led to more texts and we agreed that we should meet again soon "as mates." I was up for this, maybe he would leave his boyfriend and we could start something! I even told him my real name.
We have met twice since then for drinks and food, and ended up in bed together each time. It was after our meeting on Monday (more than three months ago) I realised that he is not going to leave his boyfriend, he just likes me for a bit of fun and I have been giving it out for free!
I have lost out on what would of been a sexy and lucrative client, I can't start charging him again now, but at the same time I'm not prepared to be his bit on the side. I am not totally heartbroken its not like I was in love with him or anything, I just thought he was pretty hot and forgot about his (and mines) motivation for our initial meeting... What a waste!.. oh well!
Lesson is, never get carried away by lust for a client, its just business!
Wednesday, 5 January 2011
The Power-Drill Guy
Many of my clients "get off" to seeing me "get off."
Sounds great doesn't it? I get paid to let a client do to me whatever it is that turns me on?
Unfortunately that's not the way it goes, usually I have to pretend to be pleasured by whatever bizarre technique my ill experienced partners want to use.
Today I am going to talk about a regular of mine that I call "The Power-Drill Guy" (or "PD" for short)
I got my first phone call from PD about 3 months ago, and we have been meeting every fortnight ever since, or sometimes even more regular.
PD lives in a small town outside Edinburgh, I travel there from Glasgow and he waits outside the train station in his modest Renault Clio to pick me up. As I walk down the stairs from the railways platform I always have a quick look into the mirrored windows to make sure I look perfect. He is always telling me how immaculate I am and so as a result I always feel a little more pressure to make sure I maintain this sentiment.
As I get in the car, there is always a slightly awkward atmosphere, He is one of those clients who is very verbal in the bedroom but somewhat more reserved and almost embarrassed in any other circumstances, sex is never to be discussed until we are in the bedroom with our clothes off! Therefore we usually have a little blether about the weather, the trains or something else of little importance.
He is not the best looking man, but pretty average for a client. Thinning hair, slightly overweight, glasses and pale skin. Although his car is pretty basic, his house is surprisingly big. It overlooks a lake and has a beautiful large conservatory, we occasionally go in there for a glass of water and more awkward chit chat before the main event.
He takes me up-stairs to his bedroom (where my cash is always laid out on a cabinet of drawers), and we begin our session with some kissing, as I said he is not really the best looking so usually I close my eyes. He then fondles me through my trousers until i get hard and I do the same, It goes downhill from there...
He likes to see me moan and groan with pleasure as he works his magic. This is where the power-drill comes in. He places his middle finger on my arsehole. Not actually in it but just on it. Then he vigorously vibrates his finger on the surface of my arsehole for most of our session, and I groan with pleasure moaning "yes mmm yes."
It actually gives me no pleasure at all, there's no penetration, no stimulation, just his fingertip vibrating frantically on the surface of my arse, its pretty bizarre and I sometimes have to stop myself from laughing. Its not a vagina, ther'es no clitoris to be stimulated, its just the surface of my rectum being touched by a finger. I guess he just has not had enough sex to know what he is doing is boring, or maybe he has only ever been with escorts and they all pretend to love it?
I faked pleasure the first time he did it though, now he thinks he has found his "niche" he wont stop doing it. He likes to talk to me during it, usually our conversation goes like this;
"You really like this don't you Scott"?
"Oh Yeah..mmm"
"Yeah I know how you like it, you really go crazy for this don't you?"
And I have to moan louder and louder as he boasts to me about how much I enjoy what hes doing.
It does get a bit tiresome though all that fake pleasure, he is one of those guys that makes sure to use his whole hour. I have to spend a whole hour of this boringnesss, it feels like three hours to be honest. He usually fucks me at the end, his cock is about average, but gives surprisingly good pleasure after half an hour of sheer frustration.
After he climaxes, he sends me for a shower and hands me a towel while he shuffles about hiding the lube and condom wrappers before his elderly mother gets home. We then dash into the car for some more awkward chit chat, and then he drops me off at the supermarket near the railway station so that I can pick up a diet cola for the train.
Maybe I should tell him its crap, but why burst his bubble? it may be boring but its pretty non-offensive, and watching my fake groans is the ultimate goal for him. It is more like a dramatic performance than sex. But he is straightforward, fairly local and clean. So I guess he is a pretty good regular to have. I look forward to seeing you again soon PD!
Sounds great doesn't it? I get paid to let a client do to me whatever it is that turns me on?
Unfortunately that's not the way it goes, usually I have to pretend to be pleasured by whatever bizarre technique my ill experienced partners want to use.
Today I am going to talk about a regular of mine that I call "The Power-Drill Guy" (or "PD" for short)
I got my first phone call from PD about 3 months ago, and we have been meeting every fortnight ever since, or sometimes even more regular.
PD lives in a small town outside Edinburgh, I travel there from Glasgow and he waits outside the train station in his modest Renault Clio to pick me up. As I walk down the stairs from the railways platform I always have a quick look into the mirrored windows to make sure I look perfect. He is always telling me how immaculate I am and so as a result I always feel a little more pressure to make sure I maintain this sentiment.
As I get in the car, there is always a slightly awkward atmosphere, He is one of those clients who is very verbal in the bedroom but somewhat more reserved and almost embarrassed in any other circumstances, sex is never to be discussed until we are in the bedroom with our clothes off! Therefore we usually have a little blether about the weather, the trains or something else of little importance.
He is not the best looking man, but pretty average for a client. Thinning hair, slightly overweight, glasses and pale skin. Although his car is pretty basic, his house is surprisingly big. It overlooks a lake and has a beautiful large conservatory, we occasionally go in there for a glass of water and more awkward chit chat before the main event.
He takes me up-stairs to his bedroom (where my cash is always laid out on a cabinet of drawers), and we begin our session with some kissing, as I said he is not really the best looking so usually I close my eyes. He then fondles me through my trousers until i get hard and I do the same, It goes downhill from there...
He likes to see me moan and groan with pleasure as he works his magic. This is where the power-drill comes in. He places his middle finger on my arsehole. Not actually in it but just on it. Then he vigorously vibrates his finger on the surface of my arsehole for most of our session, and I groan with pleasure moaning "yes mmm yes."
It actually gives me no pleasure at all, there's no penetration, no stimulation, just his fingertip vibrating frantically on the surface of my arse, its pretty bizarre and I sometimes have to stop myself from laughing. Its not a vagina, ther'es no clitoris to be stimulated, its just the surface of my rectum being touched by a finger. I guess he just has not had enough sex to know what he is doing is boring, or maybe he has only ever been with escorts and they all pretend to love it?
I faked pleasure the first time he did it though, now he thinks he has found his "niche" he wont stop doing it. He likes to talk to me during it, usually our conversation goes like this;
"You really like this don't you Scott"?
"Oh Yeah..mmm"
"Yeah I know how you like it, you really go crazy for this don't you?"
And I have to moan louder and louder as he boasts to me about how much I enjoy what hes doing.
It does get a bit tiresome though all that fake pleasure, he is one of those guys that makes sure to use his whole hour. I have to spend a whole hour of this boringnesss, it feels like three hours to be honest. He usually fucks me at the end, his cock is about average, but gives surprisingly good pleasure after half an hour of sheer frustration.
After he climaxes, he sends me for a shower and hands me a towel while he shuffles about hiding the lube and condom wrappers before his elderly mother gets home. We then dash into the car for some more awkward chit chat, and then he drops me off at the supermarket near the railway station so that I can pick up a diet cola for the train.
Maybe I should tell him its crap, but why burst his bubble? it may be boring but its pretty non-offensive, and watching my fake groans is the ultimate goal for him. It is more like a dramatic performance than sex. But he is straightforward, fairly local and clean. So I guess he is a pretty good regular to have. I look forward to seeing you again soon PD!
Tuesday, 4 January 2011
Why are you doing this?
I get asked this question time and time again by my clients. Some do it in a judgemental and condescending manner. I believe they do this to make themselves feel above such a "seedy" existence, and so I don't take it personally. Being paid so generously for the small nugget of time I have to spend with such people, I am able to take their hypocritical criticism "on the cheek."
Others, ask because they genuinely care for me. Which is nice in a way. However I generally do not give deep and truthful explanations to these guys. More often or not they don't care for me as a friend, but more as a potential partner, which can potentially get tricky. (i.e pursuing me outwith "working hours.")
Lastly there are the clients who are simply curious, like perhaps you might be. I don't mind answering the question in this instance!
The truth is fairly disappointing to sympathetic and judgemental clients alike. I am not desperately trying to fund a "drug habit," and nor am I simply doing it to survive or make ends meet. There are no dramatic circumstances to discuss...
I simply enjoy money. I love money and everything it brings. Being a student there is not really any other ways of making decent money, and I don't fancy endless shifts in the supermarket for £6 an hour)
The clients get laid and I get paid, everyone is happy! Well its not always that simple, there are some downsides and potential dangers too. I wont complain too much though, most of the time my job is pretty fun!
For the sake of this diary my name is Scott, and this is my life as a gay escort...
Others, ask because they genuinely care for me. Which is nice in a way. However I generally do not give deep and truthful explanations to these guys. More often or not they don't care for me as a friend, but more as a potential partner, which can potentially get tricky. (i.e pursuing me outwith "working hours.")
Lastly there are the clients who are simply curious, like perhaps you might be. I don't mind answering the question in this instance!
The truth is fairly disappointing to sympathetic and judgemental clients alike. I am not desperately trying to fund a "drug habit," and nor am I simply doing it to survive or make ends meet. There are no dramatic circumstances to discuss...
I simply enjoy money. I love money and everything it brings. Being a student there is not really any other ways of making decent money, and I don't fancy endless shifts in the supermarket for £6 an hour)
The clients get laid and I get paid, everyone is happy! Well its not always that simple, there are some downsides and potential dangers too. I wont complain too much though, most of the time my job is pretty fun!
For the sake of this diary my name is Scott, and this is my life as a gay escort...
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