Marie’s Journal

The Good The Bad and the Ugly sides of being escort but the fantastic pleasures that get you through…

Sometimes working as an escort does have its days when you choose to forget them. Well I had one of those days this week and I was surprised at how this day had affected me so much.

For a just over a month I had a client who I had been seeing on a regular basis coming to see me… the first time in 12 months from another state. At first when he called, I was really looking forward to it, but as the time got closer something in my life changed. It was not like it was a sudden change but a change that happened faster than I thought anything ever could.

However I couldn’t tell this client not to come because he’d already made arrangements and it had been planned for so long.

Well I have to admit that for someone that I used to enjoy playing with, this time together was not as I expected it to be. I wasn’t sure whether it was because my life had changed or whether not seeing him for over 12 months had something to do with it too.

Our sexual moments lasted just over an hour… possibly an hour and 45 minutes… but who’s counting when you have 24 hours with someone.

And who’s counting when after he has left he’d had the chance to cum three times and I was still waiting?

I don’t think I am bitter about it but for once I felt like I had been just a companion for most of the time while he worked and watched the tennis before finally falling asleep early.

I believe that if I hadn’t had someone sending me thought messages and other messages I would never have made it through the night.

For once I have to admit, that sure the sex was fast and good with no climax for me, the remainder of the time was a let down. I class it as a bad dream…

Sleeping the night with someone can be very daunting especially when it is the first time you have spent an entire night with them. Well I found that bed to be very lonely that night so as I lay there I thought back over some emails from a special friend including one that really had me going before I left to meet my client…

Thinking of that story that he sent me let me enjoy in silence a special fantasy that one day may become reality.

Let me share how I read and enjoyed his story… this story was so real that, I could visualize every touch, every pleasure and sensation…
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He had me lay totally naked on my tummy with my legs spread wide.

His fingers walked around my neck, tickling me and I felt myself purring under his touch and I knew he could hear me as they ran around my neck and ears and down over my shoulders. I could feel them traveling down my back…

I arched my back as much as I could, trying to get his fingers to wander over my arse. I felt one finger continue down between my arse cheeks until I could feel a little pressure as it stopped at my puckered hole, probing gently at the entrance…

But he stopped and continued south and just when I though his fingers were going slide over my pussy, he decided to move slightly and continue down my leg, tickling me down to the sole of my foot and then back up the inside of my leg, heading for my pussy…

Damn he was so close… he was so close to touching the inferno that he knew existed between my silk thighs. I knew he could see my wetness and I knew he wanted to touch and taste me… but not yet. He wanted me to hang on, to be on the edge for a bit longer….

He tickled my arse cheeks in a circular motion and he knew I was moving desperately trying to get him to slip his finger into my honey pot.

I could see in my mind, his cock leaking pre-cum and I knew he had used some of it as lubricant when I felt his finger find my puckered hole again, slipping it inside me up right up to his first knuckle. He knew that it felt good because my sighs told him so…

He moved his thumb down over my pussy, slipping all around it from the copious amount of juice I had leaking from my hot steamy pussy… He slid his thumb deep inside me, rotating it as his finger inside my arse pushed deeper inside up to the second knuckle…

Mmmm the pleasures were incredible and I couldn’t help but cry out from the sensations he was creating. It felt so good… I could feel myself trembling, my legs were quivering and I knew I was close… but I couldn’t hide it. He knew that my breathing had become shallower so he removed his fingers and encouraged me to roll onto my back…

He knew I so desperately wanted to cum… but I knew at the same time he wouldn’t let me.

As I lifted my legs for him, he slid in close so we resembled a T and he moved his body in close to mine. He held my hand and moved it down to my pussy and I knew straight away what he wanted to do.

He grabbed the wet stuff and squirted some all over his hand and onto my pussy. I knew then what was about to happen. I felt two and then three fingers invade my pussy, but then he slid a fourth deep inside me. I started rubbing my pussy and clit and opened my legs a little wider as he slid his thumb slowly inside me. I started moving slowly, riding his hand as it fucked my pussy.

With his whole hand inside me I felt so full. It was massaging me internally, while my fingers danced all over my clit…

I really didn’t think anything could feel better than this… that was until I felt his the head of his cock nudging against my puckered hole, I could feel the pressure that he was generating while trying to slide the head inside me. I relaxed a little letting the head of his cock enter me…

I was shocked to hear my moans of pleasure when he entered me… I wanted to feel the entire length of his cock deep in my arse, but he would let me… I tried but…

With his hand moving fast like a piston in and out of my pussy, and with me playing with my clit with my fingers I could feel that familiar burning inside me as my orgasm began to creep up on me. My legs were trembling and no matter how hard I tried to stop them I couldn’t… he felt me trembling too but he knew it was too late…

I arched my hips and felt him drive his cock deep inside my arse while continuing to fist me faster and faster as I came closer to the plateau of my orgasmic delights…

Those pleasures mind-blowing washed over me, I felt myself clamp down on his hand, my pussy throbbing around it, rendering it motionless but my anal canal turned into a vacuum pump sucking at his hard cock that was buried deep in my arse…

When I came… he had no choice but to cum with me… the pulsating pleasures caused his cock to erupt inside me, spraying my bowls with the biggest load of hot cum that he’d been saving for me… With each pulse and each throb I could feel him spraying me with bursts of hot cum… As I came down slowly from those wondrous heights of orgasmic pleasures, he slid his hand from my pussy and his cock from my arse. We lay side by side, cuddling each other, kissing passionately…

At that moment in time I wondered how I had found such an incredible person willing to give me so much pleasure…
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As you can see moments like these help when I am in a situation where I really didn’t want to be.

Until next time…

Marie

Why Use An Escort?

I read an article written by a guy not long ago who had no idea really why men would ever use an escort. He suggested that men should really ‘wank their crank’ rather than see an escort who might cheat him out of money or give him some sort of disease on purpose.

Hello! This guy really should wake up, get a life and perhaps that is the reason he doesn’t have a friend and instead he needs to wank his own crank to get off.

Well guys let me say this. After working in the adult industry for many years. I have seen many hundreds of guys every year from all walks of life, the rich, the middle class, the blue collar workers and the white collar workers and I have to tell you the pleasure has been all mine and theirs.

When guys go to see escorts it can be for a variety of reasons:
They are lonely

They are suffering from depression

They want to be touched

To have and enjoy a girlfriend experience

They want hard sex but their wife or girlfriend will not oblige

They try to keep the peace at home

They may not have a partner or friend

They lost their partner

These are just a few of the reasons.

Many guys who are lonely need a female’s touch, they don’t want to sit at home and wank their crank or stroke their cock. It is not the same as having a female’s touch, someone to hold, to be with, to talk to… Yes you can have a decent conversation with many ladies who are escorts. They are not all dumb blond bimbos like some guys think they are. You know the ones who can write about seeing an escort but never having seen one at all.

Working in the online industry has seen many girls suddenly become councillors, psychologists, a lover, a friend, a sex object, someone who can make that guy feel good about themselves and offer advice when they can.

Some girls, I have to agree are the type that will get the guy in and get it out in a matter of moments, but others and yes there are many of them out there that are sensual and are prepared to work with a guy who wants and needs attention.

Unlike the inexperienced guy who has never been to see an escort, many guys would be more qualified to write a column as to cover the topic of ‘why use an escort?’ – he might be able to take some of that advice and put it to good use.

Over the past 6 years many guys who experience impotence, the inability to get it up, who need to be cuddled and who need comfort, advice and yes sex have been to see me. The age group is varied – from 19 up to 93. Yes you read that right – 93.

All guys are different even though some may have the same type of problem. There have been times when wives have sent their husbands to see escorts because they have gone off sex, they are ill or suffering from a disability and cannot provide a sexual moment for their partner. There have been times when the wife has been pregnant and the guy who is always so used to having sex is sent to see an escort to stop him from getting too twitchy.

Seeing an escort is different. It can be a mind-blowing experience for some but others can be disappointed if they have chosen the wrong lady to see or they walk away unsatisfied with their experience. The moment was wrong, the lady was not mature enough, not experienced enough etc. Or the guy was a complete jerk and decided to make the lady’s life hell so was asked to leave…

Now the way some guys like the writer who pointed out reasons why men use escorts and why he preferred not too has discussed is in most cases very wrong. Sure there are some girls out there who carry diseases, but with regular health checks which all workers should partake in, most times it is the worker who is cleaner than some of the guys who walk in off the street. In most cases it is the guy who calls an escort, who asks the girl if they actually use condoms and a lot get upset when the answer is ‘yes’ they do.

Guys, for whatever reason you feel you need to see an escort, think about it, talk to the escort before you see her, and tell her what you want. Ask questions, ask many questions. Listen to her voice on the phone or if you go into an agency and have a viewing, choose wisely and if you don’t like her, talk to management.

If you are nice to the workers and the management then the experience can be a happy one. Seeing a private worker, which is legal in most countries, the experience can be as pleasant without the feeling of being watched when you walk in the door.

Would I recommend you see an escort?

Only you can make that decision. I cannot make that decision for you, nor can the guy who prefers to wank his crank.

Check back soon for the girlfriend experience, the mature escort, the different services that an escort can provide and other articles on ‘why use an escort’…

M

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Here is part of a story that my partner wrote it’s very good. He loves writing stories about me and my business and it also includes pictures that I am sure will impress you…

A Saturday Afternoon

I’m one of those guys who has never really settled down with a woman. I run my own building business and it keeps me so busy that I’ve never had time to form a steady relationship with a girl. To be truthful I’ve never really wanted to, who wants all the hassles of a wife?

I don’t even chase girls all that much. Who wants a one-night stand with a chick that needs respect in the morning? Instead I get my rocks off with hookers; not the cheap whores you can pick up on the streets but the girls who work in the agencies. They’re available whenever I feel the need, there’s no time wasted chatting up a girl only to get rejected. It’s simple, quick and easy; I give an agency a call, they send a girl round, I give her the money and she gives me a fuck. Who could ask for anything better than that?

You don’t even have to see the same girl twice, it’s like a sexual smorgasbord and you can go back as many times as you like and try something different each time.

Anyway one Saturday afternoon a couple of months ago I was down at the Casino with a Rob, a mate of longstanding, knocking back a few beers and we got talking about some of the agency girls we had fucked over the years. It turned out that we had nailed quite a few of the same pussies in that time and I jokingly said to my mate that we should have a trophy wall with pics on it of all the girls we had boffed.

After another beer we decided that what we really needed was a trophy wall with pics of us fucking the girls. We joked and laughed about that for a while and then my mate went quiet. I looked to see what was up and saw that he was looking past me at something on the other side of the bar.

I turned around and all I could see was a group of people sitting there drinking and talking so I turned back to my mate.

‘What are you looking at?’ I demanded

‘That chick over there with the long goldie brown hair’ he replied.

I turned around and had another look and there, laughing and joking in the middle of the group was a big girl. I watched for a few moments and then realised that I was being held by her smile and her big laughing eyes. She wasn’t smiling at me, she wasn’t even looking toward me but that smile and those eyes definitely held my attention.

Then I tore myself away from that smile and turned back to my mate.

‘She’s a hooker’ he said. ‘I’ve fucked her a few times and she’s bloody good mate!’

‘What agency does she work at?’ I had never seen her before and that smile still interested me.

‘No, she doesn’t work out of an agency. She works privately from her own place in South Hobart’ he replied.

That explained why I had never seen her. I had always been wary about seeing private workers; you never quite knew what was lurking in those other rooms in the house.

‘She’s genuine’ he went on. ‘When she fucks you there’s no faking it, she’s really getting off on it right along with you.’

Then I noticed him raise his hand in a discreet wave and a moment later give a slight nod. I looked at him and he laughed.

‘You want photos? This bitch is just wild enough to do them for you. She told me once she’s got a website with loads of pics on it but I’ve never seen it’

A moment later she was standing next to us. She definitely wasn’t a size 8 or 10 and that probably would have turned me off but she did have this presence about her. When she turned to look at me and smiled at me I just felt I was the centre of her universe. Her big eyes just held mine and I couldn’t look away, not even down at her big boobs that were brushing against my arm.

‘Hi Marie’ Rob greeted. ‘This is my good mate Dan. ‘He wants to have some photos taken while he bonks you.’

For some reason I could feel my face turning bright red. This was ridiculous; here I was being embarrassed in front of a prostitute. I’d probably fucked hundreds of them over the years so why was this one making me feel like a bumbling teenager?

‘Do you?’ she asked in a low voice that had just a touch of a laugh about it.

‘Well I … ah … maybe I …’ it was only getting worse.

‘Yes he does’ Rob laughed. ‘Are you interested and when are you going to be available?’

‘Hmm’ she said looking directly at me. ‘I’m interested and why don’t we go back to my place and do it now?’

I could tell she was interested. Her left boob was still brushing up against my arm and I could feel a very hard nipple.

‘How much?’ I asked and then immediately kicked myself for being so blunt. God this woman was having a strange affect on me. Normally asking that wouldn’t have been a problem but somehow with her that question sounded crass and rude.

She just smiled at me and named a figure that sounded very reasonable. I looked at Rob and he just laughed.

‘Done deal’ he said. ‘I’ve got my digital camera in the car so we can use that if it’s ok with you Marie?’

‘That’s fine’ she replied. ‘How about I go with you guys and then when we’ve finished you can drop me back here?’

Ten minutes later we were pulling up outside a comfortable cottage in South Hobart.

‘This is Marie’s Place,’ she said to me as we got out of Rob’s car. ‘Let’s go in and have some fun.’

She took me by the hand and led me through the front gate and Rob followed with his camera.

‘Are you sure this is ok?’ I asked as she dug in her purse for the key to the front door.

‘Of course it is,’ she laughed. ‘My partner is still back at the Casino. He knows what I do and he has no problems.’

I was surprised to say the least and then I realised that I had seen a wedding ring on her finger. I hesitated but Rob gave me a push and urged me on.

‘Yeah - you don’t have to worry about Steve. I’ve met him, he’s cool about Marie - the lucky bastard!’

I would have stopped and thought about that last comment some more but Rob kept on pushing me through the door and Marie was standing down the hallway and beckoning me to follow.

She led me into what was her bedroom and there was the biggest bed I had ever seen. It looked huge and comfortable and when she saw what I was looking at she laughed.

I turned to look at her and got an eyefull of the biggest pair of boobs I had ever seen on a hooker. While I had been looking at the bed Marie had been taking her blouse off.

Now she stood before me with her boobs out over her bra and just wearing her short skirt, black stockings and heels. She was holding her hand out and smiling at me in a cheeky way that made my cock start to go hard.

I stammered something and managed to feel like a fool again as I pulled out my wallet and extracted some bills. She took them and winked at me.

‘How about I pop these into the top of my stocking, just so that anyone who sees these pics knows you paid for it?’

She bent down and folded them into her stocking top and as she did so I got an even better view of her big boobs.

When a guy decides that he wants to spend time with a working lady or escort, hooker, prostitute there are two things that should be avoided before making the appointment and then seeing her…

Don’t drink and don’t do drugs.

There is nothing worse than having to work on a guy who has drank so much that they end up with the limp dick (cock) syndrome.

Not only does a cock that is limp (from too much alcohol) take forever to get going, the guy seems to blame the sex worker for her inability to make it happen for him.

Some guys forget that drinking in excess will have an affect on their performance.

I have seen several guys over a 6 year period who have arrived absolutely blind when it comes to drink. They have the tendency to get a little violent because they like to put the blame on someone else.

I have another pet dislike when guys come to see me. I am a non-smoker and for guys to light up and continually puff away before they arrive is a big turn-off too. Remember if you are a smoker then ask a girl if they smoke too it could make a big difference when it comes to the way she works with you.

Guys and gals you also have a right to know if working ladies or guys are smokers. Afterall you maybe a non-smoker also and the thought of visiting a girl in a smoke filled room could be a turn off to you also…