Now quite a few of you who visited me in Paddington may recall me telling you that I was pretty damn sure that my next door neighbor was an escort too. Why did I think so? Well, one day at exactly 5pm I decided to go to the supermarket, and as I opened my front door a rather portly, elderly English gentleman loudly announced in front of my neighbour’s front door ‘You see my dear I am on time today!), not very discreet. Now I had seen her around a few times and she was a stunningly attractive blonde woman who looked a little younger than me, and like me we both went out of our way not to greet each other or make eye contact of any sort (typical paranoid escort behavior with neighbours), and this gentlemen gave the game away for me instantly. She shussed him inside, I went shopping and on my return I waited at my front door peephole at 6pm, and lo and behold he exited a few minutes after that. The next day I was standing at my peep hole again, 1pm sharp (such a glamourous life all this hanging about doors, but I prefer to open the door without my lovers having to knock), when a man came down the stairs but instead of coming to my door went into hers. I then received a text from my lover saying he was a few minutes late. Whilst mine was in the shower at the end of our rendezvous I sneakily went back to my beloved peephole, and voila, her gent made an exit!
So now that I was almost 100% certain that she was also an escort it was such a relief to me, because one is always worried a neighbor might cotton on and land you in a lot of trouble. I really wanted to let her know that she could relax about me too, and possibly have a friend in the process; besides it would be good for both of our safety. But how on earth do you visit your neighbor and say ‘Hi, I know you are a hooker, I am too, let’s hang out?’ I mean, she could have been a massage therapist, a counselor, a web designer; I could have had it so wrong, and end up putting myself of risk of being outed! And realising she was Eastern European, I was also really worried that maybe she wasn’t an independent escort like me, and if controlled by a pimp that might put me in danger if I tried to help her in anyway. I worried about the situation quite a lot, I would want to intervene if someone was being hurt in anyway. It’s a terrible assumption to make, that just because you are from Eastern Europe (or many places in Asia) that you might not be escorting under good conditions, but it does happen, and this is also something that a lot of my visitors voice concern over, is that they are just not sure with some nationalities if they will be supporting the abuse of women who have been tricked into this trade or trafficked. Even though they might find women of certain countries extremely attractive, my lovely gents seem to be so concerned about hurting someone that they stay with ladies they are entirely sure enjoy this hobby. It is very difficult knowing if someone is trafficked, as they will be forced to pretend to clients that everything is fine, and they may not be physically held in a place, but by having their passport withheld or the threat of violence to their families enough to ensure compliance.
I kept hoping to bump into her, to try to start a conversation, but it never happened. So the day before I moved to Soho I decided that it was now or never and took the chance of knocking on her door to say hello and ask if she wanted some ‘patio furniture’. We got on instantly, she was so friendly and lovely, and I mentioned that I thought we both might ‘work from home’ and that I did massage and was moving to Soho. It worked – I saw her realising what I was trying to say, and we swapped numbers and promised to be in touch after my move. We met for dinner soon thereafter, and on first sight we burst out laughing and confirmed we were both floozies, and then discovered we both are ravenous foodies who love going out. She had a bottle of prosecco, I had a bottle of red wine, and we enjoyed the most delicious three course dinner ever, and flirted terribly with the cute young waiter! A girl after my own heart, we then ended up watching cabaret at Madame Jojo’s until 2am; with non-stop conversation from beginning to end, finding so many similarities in our interests and lives, until we eventually wobbled off on our separate ways delighted with our new friendship; someone to confide in (and eat out with)!
Anyway, we have become fantastically good friends; we just wish we had met up months before I moved. And she definitely isn’t trafficked; she loves escorting, and like me finds it a far better way to spend our days rather than demeaning office work. And the exciting bit is this: we both find each other very attractive, but are heterosexual girls at heart who love being with guys, but find the idea of seeing the occasional lucky sod together quite an appealing possibility. It would never be full on girl-on-girl action, a little bit of kissing and touching each other’s breasts is fun, but mainly it would be a treat for guys who want two sexy long haired girls (a brunette and a blonde) to pamper them silly, with the focus of the attention on the guy. We are still discussing it, so nothing is happening as yet, but we have both had so many lovers ask about this in the past that we think it could work well, especially as we get on with each other so well, are very comfortable with each other and have similar approaches to dates. We are really quite excited by the idea, and hope you are too! Watch this space!
Her website is www.tantricourtesan.co.uk and not only she is she a fabulous classy GFE, and drop dead gorgeous, but you have the choice of seeing her for that or a very skilled tantric experience which she has a lot of knowledge about, I am tempted myself to be honest as she has such a passion for tantra and is such a lovely person.
In the meantime, I am off to a sunny week’s holiday in the Mediterranean and will be back in London on the 21st May. I am really looking forward to having some time to read some of my latest book purchases (and don’t think I will ever be a kindle girl). I almost always end of packing kilograms of books and only reading one. But I do like variety, and this is the current selection. See you on the other side with my sexy tan lines, and a sun-fuelled friskiness and thoroughly refreshed but filthy as usual mindset!
Warmest regards to you all!