A Look At 2013

What did 2013 bring my way, what were the highlights from the blog and what happened that annoyed me.

I started the year off by talking about "A Working Week" which was a general post about my silver daddy type guy, Mr Farting Fetish's return and a week laden with timewasters.

In February I touched on my Sunday morning footballer in "Horny, Married and a Good Fuck".  He never returned again, which was quite sad because he was absolutely fantastic and had told me he would come back and see me.  Never mind.

In March I touched on my straight guys who think having sex with other men makes them dirty bastards and seemed genuinely surprised that almost everyone I have sex with is married.

April started with a filthy post about my Newcastle United football supporter guy and a serious, biographical post about the changing face of escorting, detailing how I got into the work and where I intended to go from here.   I then had a break from writing the blog.  It was a very busy time for me and to be perfectly honest I had a bit of writers block going on. 

I ended May with a couple of quite political posts about the overuse of mysogynistic, which went down like a lead balloon but I opened June discussing my client from Spain who books me on the same day every year and mused over who these regular clients really are.  I carried on placing regular blog posts on about barring an overnight client because he was a pain in the arse, to find him back at my door wanting a second chance. I've ended 2013 with him being barred once more.   June carried on with political posts about Police Scotland, various ramblings at 3am about the loneliness of the job at times and another blog about why I preferred married men.

July got off to a reasonable start on the blog with a post about Texters and how much I hate them,  don't get me wrong I love texts from my known clients, even just ones saying hello and asking how I am, it let's me know they're still thinking about me, I just discussed why I hated texts from random numbers.  I discussed sticky sex and publicised a review I had been given.  

August seen me take a hiatus from the blog. I go through stages when I don't know what to write, if nothing exciting has happened, then I don't really have much to say, but I did come back briefly in September with a post and another one at the beginning of November about how people come across on the phone and how different they can be in real life.

I ended November with the very popular "From Russia With Love" post about a very nice appointment with a gentleman I've continued to see.

December started with me talking about how every client is different and I gave a run down of how good appointments happen, flow and how clients and escorts can make an appointment perfect in every way, in the "Is it ?" post

December ended on a high with semi filthy and semi appreciative post about the overnight appointment I had recently in London.  It was written specifically for my client to let him know how much I appreciated his kindness and friendship and to let others see how good escort appointments can really be.   My last post in December discussed how I had decided that a client wouldn't be discussed in the blog anymore because some things really are private, this client loves my blog and is very supportive of it but I discussed how sometimes I need to keep things private for me.

I'm sort of running out of ideas now for the remainder of the month and we have the Christmas season ahead of us and so it's maybe now time to take a little break from the blog for a few weeks and concentrate on appointments and doing what I do best and that's me trying to be one of the best gay escorts in the country.   I am not saying I am the best, because I am not but I do try ever so hard and I hope the blog in 2013 has given everyone who read it (Over 3000 unique reads a month) an insight into what I do for a living and why I enjoy it so much, even when I am being picked on my some and have my time wasted by others.  I hope you all continue to support the blog and I like to think its one of the best gay sex worker blogs in the country.   I would appreciate more comments please.  It's really helps me a lot.

I may post again in December, depending on what happens, but I've a few things happening in January which should be bloggable.   Don't forget that I am always around and I will travel anywhere in the UK for longer appointments, so don't be afraid to ask. I can't guarantee anything in life but I can guarantee that an appointment with me will be perfect in everyway imaginable or as near perfect as I can manage.

Steve

Back To Life

After the crazy weekend I had, it's back to normal today, I am not complaining because it's something to look forward to again hopefully in the near future.  I had so much sex, my legs are just starting to get back to normal today.  A consequence of getting older and performing bedroom Olympics.

I made a decision too about my weekend client and this blog, I've decided that this aspect of my life needs to be private from today and so anything that happens between me and this very special gentleman will become off limits,  I genuinely appreciate the time I spend with him and so I feel that anything we do in future isn't really suitable for the blog.  I hope this doesn't disappoint my avid readers who enjoy reading about my exploits and look forward to reading about the good appointments as much as the funny, strange and downright filthy appointments.  I just instinctively know when something has to become private and although I never reveal who I see, I never reveal specifics, I personally want my time with this man to be private to me.  I am not saying I won't touch on aspects of my time with this gentleman, if and when I see him again, but I personally don't wish to blog about it in general.  It's my own personal preference.

An escort, whether gay or straight is a companion for the time you spend with them, whether it be as a fuck buddy or a something a but more social.  I escort on every level, from the fuck buddy appointments to being wined and dined and although the latter is where I prefer to be, I also like the fun and excitement of my other appointments. It's my job at the end of the day to be perfect and I try my very best to make sure I am immaculate for every appointment, however some appointments are different to me than others and some are more special than others.  

I am very well educated and I left a very good job to move to escorting, I am reasonably well qualified and I would never go back to a 9 to 5 job, being on call as a companion or escort is where I really excel and is what I prefer to do.  I am not your typical escort type and for a lot of the gentlemen I have escorted over the years, this is the appeal I have with them.  I have always said on my website that I am the perfect companion if you're 26 or 66 who doesn't look out of place at the hotel bar. I'm just normal.  A normal person doing a job that is anything but normal.  From discussions with many clients over the years, the art of conversation is as much about an appointment as the sex is.  If you get on really well with an escort then the conversation should flow, whether you're a daytime executive or a local plumber.  I always need advice on blocked drains as much as I need advice on exchange rates and currency conversions. 

I know instinctively, as I have blogged in the past, just how good an appointment will be within the first five minutes. I have a fair idea who will return and although there are some telephone numbers I wish to avoid, because the appointment hasn't gone so well, there are many other gentlemen who I get excited about when they contact me again.  An escorts role should never ever be to contact the client and initiate conversation, it's our job to be there when they want to spend time with us.  As I discussed at the weekend, in all of the years I have met up with guys for appointments, I have never contacted a single client out of the blue after we have met. I know some guys want that sort of correspondence and I am happy to text back and forth and chit chat with guys, I know, as long as they make the initial contact.  I totally appreciate that they have a private life and that private life needs to remain private as much as our time together is kept private.

Right... time to get my website updated and see whats happening this week

Overnight In London

I am on the train and heading back to Newcastle after what could only be described as a wonderful evening of fun, nice food, super company with a guy I genuinely like.

This, like many of my repeat appointments was with a gentleman who had visited Newcastle Upon Tyne on business and had booked me for a longer appointment before than the usual one hour, wham bam thank you ma'am, type of liaison and so he was back in the UK, this time in London.

I arrived at his suite at a top London hotel and he greeted me at the door and he was extremely warm, just like the last time and he looked genuinely pleased to see me. So pleased to see me, he had my pants down within 5 minutes of arriving, he was super super horny. He just couldn't keep his hands off me.  I dressed with attention paid to every detail he requested.  One thing you can depend on is that I will bring everything as requested and I won't let anyone down.

After a fondle on the sofa, we moved upstairs to the bedroom with a glass of wine, where he proceeded to fuck me super hard with the new anal bead toy I had recently purchased, exclusively for his use.  He just couldn't keep his hands off me and to be perfectly honest, I couldn't keep my hands off him. He's exactly the type of guy I go for anyway, taller than me, masculine, hairy chested, bald with the most wonderful cock which is a perfect fit.  Once again it didn't feel like an appointment, in fact meeting him doesn't feel like an appointment, it actually feels natural and feels right.  

After a bit of illicit fun for over an hour, which flew over, we got dressed and he took me to a fabulous London restaurant, one I had wished to visit for a long time and was always on my itinerary.  We dined and had the most wonderful food and wine where he paid me the most wonderful compliment that really boosted my confidence. He told me he had seen a lot of guys over the years and no one was like me.  There wasn't two Steve's in the gay escorting community and he was throughly pleased to have found me.  We finished dinner then had a slow walk around the quiet London streets and then it was time to get back to the hotel for round two and round three.  Once again he fucked me stupid within an inch of my life, super deep this time and we tried a few new things like DP (Double Pentration) with his cock and those exclusive anal beads.   Round three commenced and then it was time for sleep because we both had an early rise the next morning and of course I wanted him at least twice before I had to head back to Newcastle.  Some people think a liaison with an escort is just a "going through the motions" experience. With this guy it's the complete opposite, there is genuine passion there, something you can actually see.  He is extremely filthy but when he's with you, he pays complete attention to you and he makes sure you know just how much he adores the time you have with him.

When I got on the train at Kings Cross this morning I opened the envelope that contained my fee. Inside was a Christmas Card telling me that he was looking forward to seeing me many times in 2014, confirming what he had said yesterday evening.  I expect that my next visit will be a plane ride away for me, which is something else I don't mind doing for genuinely nice people like him.

I'm looking forward to hearing from him again soon when he has another business trip he can invite me along for. He knows for sure now that I am super discreet and that no matter where he ends up in Europe he can count on me to arrive on time, provide the filthy sex he likes so much, be scintillating conversation and always be discreet and reliable. 

I am sure to get a text off him in the next few days when he reads this, I'd just like to say to him that it's an absolute pleasure to see him and I hope he thinks the same.  

Is It ?

What Makes For A Good Appointment

Client Side

... Is it when the escort comes through the door immaculately dressed to your taste, but without asking this in advance, because a top quality escort instinctively knows your taste from just a few emails or phone calls.

... Is it when the escort you book, brings the items you asked about, with the items you didn't ask about but they knew you'd just love, with the minimum of fuss.

... Is it when the escort can trust you to adhere to the appointment you've booked when they go out of their way to make sure they can be there, no matter where the appointment is.

... Is it when the escort makes sure you're completely fulfilled, gives you the appointment you expected and was genuinely pleased to be in your company and thoroughly enjoyed the sex you had.

... Is it when the whole appointment ...... flows ...... like a natural date, with no awkward silences.  the night just flies by with you both always have something to chat about because you genuinely like each other.

... Is it when you're already planning when you're going to book even before they've left, without telling them.

Escort Side

... is it when the gentleman kisses you on the cheek when you walk in the door and pours a glass of wine.

... Is it when he takes a genuine interest in what got you into the work and makes sure you feel good about the job you love doing.

... Is it when his warm hands move down your body and find those areas that really make you move.

... Is it when he's filthy, take breaks, treats you well and naturally moves onto the next course without being pushy and then goes back in full force.

... Is it when he pours another glass of wine and then drips the wine into your mouth and tells you just how fucking good the night has been so far.

... Is it when you leave, you get a kiss as you leave with a promise of another illicit liaison.  Whether it happens or not, the promise is there and it's open ended for whenever your paths should cross again in the future.

Wednesday Ramblings

It's an odd little week this week.  Its relatively quiet as opposed to most weeks, some of which I put down to guys conserving their November pay for Christmas presents.  I've got all my Christmas shopping done apart from a few pressies for the cats.

Had a couple of nice clients in, no new clients to speak of, all regulars and I've got an overnight in London at the weekend so I can't really complain.  Lots of withheld calls this week which is quite unusual. Luckily my work phone is a Samsung Galaxy S3 and so I can block withheld calls and send them straight to voicemail.  I sometimes relent and start answering withheld calls but on the whole they're nearly all timewasters and no shows.  I respectfully ask them to call me back but most don't and if the guy is in a hotel I will always gladly call him back via the hotel switchboard if he doesn't want to use his mobile phone to call me, all they have to do is leave a message.  I say time and time again to withheld incall guys "If you can't trust me with your number, I simply can't trust you with my address" and I say to withheld outcall guys "If you're happy to furnish me with your home address, why not your mobile number".  

I am thinking of doing a tour in the new year, I have no idea where at this stage. A twitter friend chatted to me by Direct Message the other day and suggested an idea, which didn't sound too bad.  Get a client to book your hotel for you and then give him a generous few hours of your time for free, that way anything else you make whilst there is yours.  I am not sure how that could work, but it's an idea to think about. He gets an appointment for the cost of a hotel room for two nights, you get the accommodation paid and your only real outlay is your travel costs to the venue,  I suppose it's not a bad little idea and guarantees your accommodation costs are covered.   The worst thing about tours is the cancellations and the guys who book weeks in advance and suddenly have a major drama on the day.  Thing is you could have turned down that 3pm appointment time, five times over and they don't really appreciate that.

I am busy thinking about what toys and fun items to take to London with me at the weekend, I will have more room as I am going to take an overnight case with me rather than my usual outcall satchel.  It's easier to cart around London and easier for the train.  I am going to take down my nice little leather spanking whip, we could have some fun with that, its a one that doesn't hurt too much and doesn't leave marks. I've seen this guy before and I know what he likes and so I think it might go down well.  I always try and think ahead and think outside the box and if it doesn't get used there was no harm in taking it along anyway. I had better try and find out where my spare lube is for Outcalls too as I noticed yesterday that I was running low and have you tried buying KY In supermarkets. Its bloody expensive for the amount you get,  I prefer to get mine online in bulk.  Condoms are no bother because I get them for free but the lube sachets are fiddly as fook and annoying at the best of times.

I've been doing a bit of extra online marketing in the last few days, one of which was bringing this blog back up to date. I get hundreds of hits every day on the blog, so I am going to revamp some of the about me pages on it over the next few days and I have created a few new profiles on some external sites, some free trials and others were just free anyway. It's always worth giving the free trial sites a whirl because then can lead to a few appointments and once you know they work, you don't mind paying out the tenner a month for them if it brings in more work and a few new clients, who could end up becoming regulars.  I object to paying out for advertising in the first month, especially sites that badger you on twitter to join, who then have a hidden registration fee or charge to display your phone number.  I know adultwork charge to display your phone number but a few sex chat calls a week more than covers your display charges. I usually keep my sex chat active on adultwork all day because you never know who is going to be horny and when they need that release.  There isn't that option on other sites and so if you're going to market yourself as a listing site for escorts, at least give the escorts a suck it and see trial so they can make their own mind up what works.

Enough ramblings for now.  I need to get a shower and have some lunch, see what comes my way today and maybe play around with my blog pages a little and use this excellent marketing tool to it's best advantage.

Every Client Is Different

Every client is different, some are easy going, some are damn hard work, some smell great as they walk through the door, some arn't so fresh but that's not really what I want to touch on today.  Every client is different and the role you play as an escort is different.

A lot of escorts have a attitude when it comes to what they will do and what they won't do with clients and I agree that each and every escort needs to set their own limits and boundaries, but they also have to be adaptable and have to be able to tailor the escorting experience to each and every client they see.

I have very very few limits, hardly any to be honest.  I don't complain if his cock is massive, I will still be able to take it, I don't complain if he wants to dress up in female underwear for the appointment, none of that bothers me but I know it bothers other escorts at times.  From chatting to clients it's quite obvious that other experiences have not lived up to what it said on the side of the packet, especially with the younger twinky type escorts.  Maybe they're just not worldly wise enough or have enough about them to be able to think outside of their little bubble.  Websites and online presence is usually a first point of contact these days and so if you have a website littered with don'ts, you're quickly going to be passed over for someone who is a bit more open minded.  I read recently about one male escort who is happy to be fucked but who needs lots of notice for it. I would never attend a single appointment without being prepared for it.  Its part of my routine and takes approximately 6 minutes.  No real preparation is required.  I even do this if he wants fucked, just in case half way through the appointment he decides he wants to tag some arse.  It happens all too often and so I'm ready for that eventuality from the moment he walks in the door.

I put my popularity down to the fact I'm just a regular highly sexed bloke who likes it a bit filthy at times.  Let's face it, most of the clients can get bog standard vanilla sex at home.  A lot of my married type guys come to me because they've always had urges to to have sex with other men, a lot of my bisexual clients come to me for similar reasons but also because they have a need to fuck ass or being fucked themselves and to ask their wives or girlfriends to do either is usually a big no no.  I have a few professional gay guys sprinkled in along the way who just like the idea of good sex when it suits them.

What brings clients back time and time again is the fact I rarely say no.  Sometimes a guy will walk in and want something I am not keen on but I don't ever turn down the request I just see how things go.  If he's super filthy and responsive then that thing is most likely to happen, if he just lies there and doesn't speak its unlikely it will happen because although it's my job to be the professional and try and make him feel good about himself, there is very little I can do with a corpse.

What works for one client, can work for many but doesn't work for them all.  Some guys arn't interested in seeing my puckered hole in a jockstrap, some guys arn't interested in touching my cock, some guys don't want their bum touched (most do mind) and some guys don't want nipples or kissing.  On a subsequent appointment I know exactly what makes them tick which is, following on from my last blog post, the reason why it can be a fabulous experience the first time but a mind blowing experience the second time.  By the second appointment I know exactly what they want and how quickly they want it or how paced out it should be.

Some appointments run like a story book, before he arrives you already know he wants a shower with you, he wants sucked off in the shower, he wants to rub his cock on your arse crack.  He wants to retire to the bed, be sucked, rimmed and then fuck your throat.  You know he will wet your arse crack then want you, first on your back then to fuck you like an animal on all fours, from behind.  You know exactly how this appointment will pan out and at which stage the next move is made.  This however doesn't work for all clients.

Escorts need to be in control of the appointment, we need to be able to work out which part of the appointment fits where without it looking like or being an act.  We also need to be completely flexible and assess each guy and each appointment in an instant. I always try to give more yes nods than no frowns and we, as escorts should maybe experiment ourselves and push our own boundaries.  Personally I was never into watersports, but over time I pushed my own boundaries and now I am quite happy to be pissed on if its what the client wants.  I still can't perform watersports mind unless I have been prewarned, drank lots of liquids and taken a couple of water tablets.  

There are times I have performed a filthy act with one client and dreaded the thought of it with another, again it's about the responsiveness of the client at the time.  If he's game and up for really dirty fun, the options are endless but if he just sits there all quiet and cold then its unlikely to happen.  Every client is different and that's something only a really professional escort can cope with.

Escort Friends With Benefits

What is It with escorts wanting personal relationships with clients. Isn't the idea of visiting an escort, a paid service with intimate sexual benefits.

I've recently learned of an escort in Gateshead who has a number of clients, on the go, who are no longer paying clients but instead they're now friends with a "special understanding", they take her for meals, one or two pop in with a bottle of wine but none of these guys seem to pay anymore, she just sees them in this manner because she likes their company and the obvious sex that comes with it.  I've no problem with that but wonder where this will eventually lead.  It's obvious from talking to this lady that she isn't charging them any fees anymore and that the original escorting service has led to a sort of friends with benefits dating service and it's even more obvious that Dave doesn't know anything about Brian and Brian doesn't know about Alan.  They all seem to think they're the only one in this special arrangement.  I am all in favour of a Sugar Daddies but these are far removed from that type of arrangement. Hey I'm open to Sugar Daddy liaisons but not in a "friends with benefits" set up.

I've been escorting, as a lot if you know, for well on more than a decade and in all of that time, I've never been on a date with a guy in a "friends with benefits" arrangement.  I love all (well nearly all) of my clients and they all have my number, most know where I live and they all know that they can contact me whenever they want (within reason) but I have a private life and they have one too. 

My overnight appointments and longer appointments are very much like a date, I make sure they flow as much like a date as the client wishes, with good intelligent conversation, horny fun, hot sex and a thoroughly fulfilling time and yes I will even arrive earlier on the evening or leave a little bit later than the normal 12 hours without any fuss or request of additional fees.  I don't mind arriving for an overnight at 5pm and leaving at 9am if I have seen the guy before and we get on really well and I don't mind travelling 4 hours either side to London or Aberdeen or any European city for an overnight even though it means I've been on the go 24 hours but I certainly wouldn't do it on a "friends with benefits" arrangement.

I started to wonder if she was lonely, if you're a popular escort like myself, you don't usually have time to be lonely. I work this career around another career and I've got cats and a home to take care of too plus a good network of very good friends that I see, chat to by phone and socialise with regularly,  I don't have time to fit in ex-clients for a friends with benefits arrangement.  

We all like compliments and the best compliment is when a guy wants to return to you or wants to book you for another big appointment to their hotel. I always show my appreciation ten fold to clients when they return. If they thought that the first appointment was wonderful, the second is going to blow them away. I am always filthier on subsequent appointments because I know their bodies, I know their interests and I know how far I can push their boundaries.  

I also wonder if some clients are turned on by having an escort girlfriend or boyfriend.  The thought that he will get deep throat the minute he walks into the apartment is a reality with his favourite escort however the reality is this ... if a client walked into my home and said "Suck my cock hard", I would suck it without hesitation and be very good at it but if a boyfriend walked in and asked the same question, I would probably say "Later..... after you've taken me for dinner, cleaned out the litter tray and let me watch Homeland on TV without winging".

I am not sure having "escort friends with benefits" is really the same as being an escort or booking an escort and I think it can lead to difficulties with both parties.  He could get jealous that he/she is seeing other men and being paid for it and the escort in this friendly relationship could have appointments booked in that they don't want to reveal to their "benefit friend" and start lying to the very same person who was initially a client.

I prefer to keep going along the same path and not clouding the boundaries. That way no one gets hurt.

From Russia With Love

About a month or so ago. I received a phone call, early one evening. The caller id came up as +7 and as you know, the newer phones, like mine, will display the country of origin too. This said Russia.  I thought oh who is ringing me from Russia.  A lovely sounding guy asked me if he could make an advanced appointment for a couple of weeks time.  He was staying at a nice city centre hotel.  He had already emailed me with a general outline but I'd not picked up the email at that stage and so we agreed on a date and time and I said I'd email him back to find out exactly what he wanted from the appointment.   Everything flowed well after the initial contact and it was an appointment I was looking forward to.

I arrived on time, super well dressed, composed myself outside his suite door and then knocked.  A very good looking gentleman greeted me at the door, tall, masculine and very well spoken.  I knew instinctively that the appointment was going to go well.  He immediately handed me an envelope with my fee, which I put straight into my bag.  I didn't check it, I didn't need to because the trust was there from the moment I walked in the door.  That speaks volumes when you can do something like that.  Having done this work for a long time, I know what is going to be a great appointment and what is not.

He poured me a nice glass of Chardonnay, he had ordered on room service and we had a chit chat about how I got into the work and what brought him to Newcastle for a few days.  My satchel bag intrigued him and he wanted to know what goodies I had brought with me.  I knew in advance that he liked raunchy sex and lots of it so I took my handcuffs and a couple medium toys and one huge dildo. The excitement was too much and without a moment to spare, his pants were down, mine were down, I was blindfolded and all sorts of unspeakable filthy stuff was done to me.  The things he can do with an anal beads toy is too much to print.

Everything was nicely paced out, with wine in between, a meal on room service in between, chitty chat and laughing in between, me showing him how he could watch UK television in Russia via an iPad, in between.  He had a lovely big fat cock for me, really nice, which I dutily performed extended deep throat on, as deep as he has ever had it.  The sighs from him as my mouth slid right down the shaft made me realise just how good it must have felt.    In the space of 4 hours, I had one load in my eye, one shot over my back, nearly missing my neck and one dribbled down my well fucked arse crack.  This guy could shoot spunk for Russia, my god he shot his load for miles each time.  I was very impressed.   When it hit my eye, it made a splat sound that confirmed it came out of his cock at 400 miles an hour hahahahahahahahaha.

The evening ended all too soon and I throughly enjoyed every minute of it.  Sometimes I dread longer appointments, especially if the guy isn't chatty or inexperienced, I need not have worried, my client from Russia was a real stud and it was a fantastic evening.  

He's asked me if I would travel further afield to see him again if he finds himself in London next year.  Of course I would. I'd be there like a shot.  Travelling is not an issue for me, especially if its to visit someone I've seen before.  

A wonderful evening had by all I think.  One I hope to repeat. 

Real Life Meets

I was talking to my very good friend Michelle (@dh8escort) about how people come across by text, phone and social media and how they can be completely different in real life when you eventually meet them.

There's been dozens of times we've been chatting on my private phone and my "Steve Phone" has rang and I've called her back and said Michelle I'm gonna have to go as I've got a client coming over and he sounds fab, to then open the door to someone resembling a vagrant. Other times I've not looked forward to an appointment, thinking he sounded disinterested and opened the door to a big fuck off hairy hunk who proceeded to rag me round the bed and shag me stupid.

I often wonder what the first impression is that I give out by phone. I realise I can be surly, especially with guys who want to know the far end of a fart and which way it blows or who insist on calling me from a withheld number when they know they are a real no no where escorts are concerned.  I like to think that I sound "Canny" on the phone and apart from the odd night when people get on my tits on twitter, I try to keep an upbeat presence online. I like to chitty chat during the day, in between clients and I love having a bitch over the X Factor on a Saturday and Sunday on my twitter account, with like minded tweetiefied friends who are not necessarily clients or escorts but sometimes just people who like me for me and who I like too for being themselves, they might never consider booking an escort but at least they don't judge my lifestyle.

I worry sometimes that guys might come to my front door and I not be their type, I'm bigger than they expected, hairier than they expected, shorter than they expected, taller than they expected but I've been working for years and my friend Michelle is amazed at just how many regular clients return to me week after week. After working for a number of years like I have and Michelle has, the vast majority of your clients should be regulars, who come back in their own little cycle, whether it be once a week (yes I see some clients every week), every 10 days (which is very popular), every month or every 6 months.  Just last Saturday, I seen a guy I had not seen for over 3 years.  He still remembered me and still remembered just how good I was at rimming.  Your working life should then be accompanied every month by a sprinkling of new clients who have the potential of becoming regular in the future.

When the guys walk in, I usually try and place that voice with the face I had in mind. You know that the cocky blokes with the cheeky chappy chatter on the phone are going to be 30s/40s with a few kids, a couple of tattoos and a semi management job, I usually know what to expect and I am rarely wrong.  Twitter, however is an all new ball game.....

On Twitter, you've an idea of the personality, entirely based on the way a person projects themselves through type talk.  In the past we only really conversed with our friends we knew personally via MSN, didn't we, and let's face it ... you're never going to pick up clients on friends and family oriented Facebook, are you? 

I've seen a few guys who follow me on Twitter. I don't tend to get the guys wanting pictures like Michelle gets, who just today told me about people following her and wanting undie pics or have their cock in their hands in their profile pictures.  I don't seem to get that so much, but I do get to sort of work out what they're expecting of me.  I tend to know what they like to drink if it's a longer appointment because they've discussed what their tipple is at 9pm on an evening on their account, so if it's a big appointment I can confidently take a nice bottle of red wine along as an ice breaker before he breaks me in lol. You can tell what they like, men wise, by the picture section of their twitter account, which I admit to studying intensively if I know they're interested in seeing me, just to get a feeling for what they like to get out of an illicit liaison.  Five minutes research can make 50 minutes go along swimmingly. 

Twitter is a huge social media platform for escorts, a medium many aren't embracing but maybe should. I've been on over a year and although I admit to not following advertising sites that love to follow me, I am happy to follow anyone who isn't an egg and who will chat back and interact with me,  if you don't interact and just sit in the background, I am sorry but I am simply not interested in having you look in through my window and peek inside when you can't even say hello to me.  

My Twitter Symphony

Well its the usual suspects on twitter this month, I'm being slagged off, as usual, for something I didn't do, you're either a bored housewife who hates working girls and boys, a book writer who isn't an alleged escort or its politically incorrect to refer to women as birds.

Birds

My parents lived in Stratford, East London, where most men greeted their lady friends as "Alright Darling", now tell me, is darling as politically incorrect as bird ?  I posted something about someone who was slagging off a friend and referred to her as that "bird" then later in the week, I referred to someone else as bird and I was pulled by the person I was originally defending, who didn't seem to mind it the first time around, for using this terminology. This led to another twitter exchange of views, albeit mostly by DM.  

I grew up since 11 years old using the word bird, my personal school friends and local friends, including most women, I know, refer to other women as "that bird".  It's local dialect and its not doing anyone any harm and a message to the haters, I will tell you now, I'm not going to stop using it.  What's the difference between birds and the term "Blokes".  Watch Geordie Shore and see how many times "Bird" is used in the show by both men and women.  Just lighten up.  No malice is intended by using the word "Bird".

Bollocks

There's been the usual shit, me being accused of trolling an ask.fm account, which I didn't and when I asked for them to provide proof I was ignored.  I've not trolled anything and I have an ask.fm account myself so i know that there is a block button, just press it and you can even block anonymous questions, but please don't go accusing people of stuff. Just press the block button and get back to what you were doing. Apparently the abuser has 9000 followers.  I am about 8650 short of that total, but apparently it was me, I was even tagged in posts that night, which I screen printed.  Please don't drag me into your paranoia and don't @ me into things I've not had anything to do with,  Your plan of including the Australian contingent by @ them didn't work.  They didn't have time for that, they're both busy falling out with each other to start being vulgar to me, one has her account locked down and the other is threatening the other with writs and screen printing personal text messages.  I've started following a few rad fem accounts who have similar problems with this person, who calls out people but never accepts responsibility when she's wrong and just rants some more.  I find more solidarity in people who are wronged by this woman than with escorts who won't stand up to her.

Bizarre

The most bizarre story on twitter I'm following is about the book writer who is having to go to court to prove she was an escort. Most of us, taken to court, are fighting to prove the opposite. I have seen this on twitter and I think the fact the defendant is playing it out on twitter can only be detrimental to her future case.  It's extremely ill advised to give disclosure to the other party in advance of a court case.  You're basically telling them how to win their case, you're telling them what you have without getting disclose from the other party.  Although I do have sympathy with the alleged party, I think, disclosure by twitter is a very unwise way to get your point across. 

Bosses

A twitter friend, I wouldn't say personal friend because very few of my real friends are on twitter, was outed at work for having "prostitute friends" on social media.  So the fuck what, most of her bosses probably have a paid liaison when they're out of town. I thought this was as bad, if not worse than a sex worker being outed. It was like she was guilty by association. I've a wide variety of people on my twitter account, from a home carer, to other sex workers, sex worker friends, personal friends (who actually know me), rad fems (some of whom I follow because of the aforementioned problem) and some general nice people who will chat and laugh on twitter. I have over 300 odd followers and is it really any of their employers' business that they follow a gay sex worker on their twitter account. This was an appalling story and one that shocked me.  Luckily, the person victimised, on this occasion was able to laugh it off, with good, well natured employers.  Some employers wouldn't be so sympathetic.  Is this person proud of themselves.  Yes,  probably.

  

The Weather = Sticky Sex

My god its hot, I am sat in the garden as I write this with a glass of wine, sitting in the afternoon sun, literally just melting.  Im in such a sunny mood too, I've even booked a little holiday in October to visit friends abroad.

The sun brings out all the men in shorts and sexy skimpy tee shirts. I have to double take at every bloke I pass on the High Street with all these fit bods, hairy legs, rippling chests, all dressed with literally everything on show. 

It's times like this that you appreciate just how nice it is to have a little outside space, I love sitting outside in my tight Adidas football shorts with my rugby player legs on show. I seen a guy yesterday who had an all over tan from sitting in the garden with a white patch around his arse and lunch packet.  I'm finding sex to be more sticky and hot with the most amazing anal orgasms when the bloke slagging me is banging away with such force and vigour under such high temperatures.  My bedroom fan is on maximum, just to help cool down my clients as the sweat pours from their brow whilst receiving the most intense deep throat blow job from me.   Giving such deep, throat penetrating blow jobs gives me a chance to cool down in front of the fan whilst he squirms within excitement at the thought of his 9 inch cock being taken down my throat to the balls.  

This weather has everyone horny. I'm giving them the sort of sex they're promised on the first drunken night with the missus on a First Choice package jobbie to Solou.  This weather is making them want to have that filthy sex right now whilst its on their mind,  They want me on top,  sliding my arse cheeks down their shaft, as they lie there with their arms folded behind their heads savouring every inch of penetration inside my hole.  This weather has me incredibly horny too and I want them to finish off with me on all fours and their cock buried deep into me with their hairy balls slapping off my arse and my balls with every hard thick stroke, then for them to gather pace and ram it up me from the tip of their thick bell end to the bottom of their shaft and shoot their load deep inside, pull out, slap my arse, thanking me for to ride and collapsing on the bed.  Once the rubbers is off, I wrap my lips around his cock and savour the last few drops for my tongue, just so I can taste his summer seed.

Phew, after all that, a shower is essential in this weather, we can't have them going back to good old wifey smelling of sticky, filthy bloke on bloke sex.  

Ive found myself so dehydrated this past fortnight that a gin and tonic is the order of the day after every client and you can see why, with appointments as filthy as that every day.

Texters

Yes, that old chestnut is back.

When you have a really busy week you don't think twice about the texters but last week was a quiet one for me.  It's the week before payday and generally a quieter one than usual.  You tend to notice the texters more on quiet weeks because you're trying your very best to be as helpful as possible without getting ratty with them when you're on the 5th text and there is no sign it developing into an appointment.

Many fellow escorts think I am exceptionally patient with texters, especially when they usually text back with a standard reply of "Sorry I don't text, please call".  I don't mind one or two texts but I will admit, I get bored by the seventh.

Most of my regulars - over and above 70% will just text me for an appointment.  That's not a problem.  I know who they are, I know they've seen me before and they know where they're coming to.  It's the ones I don't know who cause the most problems.

A snapshot of last weeks texts that went nowhere include

"I can't ring mate, the speaker on my phone doesn't work, this phone is for texting only"
You need to pop to Tesco and get yourself a cheapo phone that works then.

"So tempted"
I'm not.

"Can I just book by text, you will want to see me, I take cock you know"
Nope and the prospect of having to do all the work too isn't a vote winner either.

"What you doing tonight mate"
Washing my hair, well what's left of it lol.

"Im age 25 my body fit and clean. my cock also big"
That's nice for you but the answer is still no.

Do these guys think that I will bend my rules because they have a big cock, or have a phone that doesn't work properly.  Texters are the bain of any escorts life.  They get quite shirty when you stop texting them too.  Thing is, in any one day I can get up to 10-20 guys texting me with nonsense, that's 70-100 texts a day.  We get very bored with it and when one texter said to me "I don't understand your problem with text".  I replied "Yes and neither did the other 15 guys who text me today but didn't want to book".  He text back and apologised and said something along the lines of "Oh I really didn't think, god we must all really annoy the life out of you".  I had to agree with him.  They annoy the living daylights out of escorts.

I've never understood either, why texters have to drip feed you questions.  Why can't they ask the bulk of stuff in the first text.  As my picture above illustrates, I don't even bother replying to texts that simply say "Hi".  I can't be arsed with them.  If you get a nice concise text with "Hello Steve, any chance I could see you for incall at 2pm for an hour", it's a fair assumption it's going to be a go-er.  When you get a text with "Are you working", then "How much" then "What times", then "I wanted 4pm, no good" why couldn't he just text with "Are you working Steve at 4pm".  I also hate it when they ask about services.  I don't mind discussing services but when you reply back with your list of do's and don't, it's always something else they were after.  I ignore texts that want pictures and/or cock size.  They're not meeting someone in the train station from Date Direct with a view to marriage and my cock size is either going to be too small for them or too big.  If I tell them the actual size, they'll say that's too big for them to take and if I say it's just normal, they'll suddenly want a big cock.  I can't win.

Texters - I wish they'd just bugger off and bother someone else.

Why I Prefer Married Men

I had a dreadful appointment today. It started off earlier today with a phone call and he sounded lovely, he was well spoken, courteous and sounded rather sexy.  He confirmed at the time he said he would and everything looked rosy in the garden.

He arrived more or less on time, came in and made an excuse that he couldn't get as much out of the cash machine as he hoped, so cut the appointment time.  This does happen from time to time and there's very little I can do about it, especially when they're here. It doesn't start the appointment off on a good footing.

It transpired he was a gay man and he did the typical gay man appointment which is completely different to a married/openminded man appointment. He was demanding, rude, obnoxious and expected me to be rock hard throughout. Why do gay men, when paying for an escort service think they have the right to be down right rude and horrible to the person they're expecting to provide them with a sexual service.  I never have problems getting erections but I just couldn't do it. He was very good looking and physically turned me on but his attitude certainly didn't.

Not all gay men are like this but this one was more of the norm than the exception yet their heterosexual counterparts are the complete opposite. I am person providing a service, not a machine and don't care to be treated in such a way.

Ninety five out of one hundred guys I see are in the heterosexual/married man camp and they're the men I prefer to see.  I am proud to be gay but I really don't like to have sex with a certain type of gay man that this work sometimes attracts..

Not Being Political

I have been pulled a few times for not being sympathetic to the political concerns, struggles and day to day worries of other escorts on social media such as Twitter and my own blog.  To be honest I don't really care if your a swerf or a terf or a sis or a cis or a man or a woman, a trans or anything.  It really doesn't interest me.  I actually like people for who they are and if they're not bothering me then I won't bother them.

I am not a great fan of career-carers like Julie Bindel etc, they really couldn't give a flying fuck about sexworker rights, it's just to get their name in the paper and carve a career for themselves being shouty about something others won't touch.  Rhoda Grant is the same, a countryfile MSP who is concerning herself with city nonsense that she knows nothing about.  It's not about protecting sexworkers it's about making a name for herself at Holyrood.

A couple of Twitter friends have pulled me for the use of the words, loony, bonkers etc, yes I think some of the tweets and blog posts are bonkers, full of words even university educated people like me struggle to understand and by the 4th sentence I lose interest.  I came into escorting as a way to fund my lifestyle, I fancied being more part time with my job and this was the perfect solution and I am quite happy to stand up and be counted but I am not interested in who is a swerf and who is a terf.  I don't even know what they mean and when I mentioned them to my friend Michelle she thought it was something to do with a burger and prawn ring Wetherspoons meal.

I am interested in the struggles sexworkers have on a daily basis but I not interested in reading daily essays about how women have such a struggle and men have privilege.  As I discussed with my friend yesterday, the last time I heard the word Privilege being banded about it was when Joanna Lumley was selling car insurance.  All these terms are baffling to me and that's not what I use Twitter for, I use it as a marketing tool and to meet unusual and friendly people I probably would never know otherwise.  Please don't chastise me for my lack of interest.  I am here to escort and be political at times I see fit.  I don't need to disect it for a thesis.

Fun Monday

I did have a very good Monday, just two appointments but fun filled ones. I started the day off with a very early appointment. Yes I was entertaining a young guy at approximately 8.40am. An early start by escorting standards. You tend to be busier around lunch time and afternoons in this work. I don't mind the early appointments because anyone who follows me on Twitter will already know I am up and about at around 7am every morning.

My 8.40am client sounded about 40 on the phone, when he turned up he was little over 23. Truth that you never can tell what someone sounds like on the phone. He was quite nervous, to begin with, but it wasn't long before his union jack boxer shorts were off and he was into the moment. He wasn't that demanding either, just nice and easy going until he really got into it and then it was bedroom olympics time. A thoroughly good start to the day.

I took another advanced appointment for my Carlisle trip then popped into Gosforth for a pub lunch and a little bit of shopping. I met up with a friend and she was asking if I was bust as usual. Yes.... but I was missing a certain client who I hadn't seen in over a month. Normally I will see him every 10 days and he did email me a few weeks back but I had an appointment booked in at home at the same time he wanted. I thought he would book the following day but he didn't.. then bingo, he text me just after I finished lunch and invited me along to his home in Corbridge for another sleazy session.

He's very full on and knows what he wants and what he wants is my ass. I had a slow drive home, pumped full of air from my lovely Northumberland guy. It was 4pm when I arrived home and the sun was shining brighly in my little garden and so I decided it was officially wineoclock.

Nothing came in yesterday evening and so it was an early night. I was asleep a little after 10pm, wondering what Tuesday would bring.

Ramblings At 3am

Its quite a lonely job being an escort. Most people you know don't know what you do. They stop inviting you to places because you've let them down in the past because you couldn't afford to turn down the two hour incall you so desperately needed the money from. They don't understand that having a day off work costs you money because your day isn't a 9 to 5 job, its a day that has quite antisocial hours.

I try not to socialise with other escorts. I am only really friendly with one escort and she's a female escort, we do chat every day on the phone about various trivial nonsense and comment on rubbish we see on Facebook and Twitter. Apart from that I don't really know any other escorts.  Its not something that particularly bothers me. I managed to spend nearly 14 years in the sex industry without bothering with anyone else until recently when I've been using Twitter as an online marketing tool.

I hated Twitter to begin with. Until you get about 100 followers you're just tweeting to yourself. When you get followed by genuine people as opposed to company accounts, Twitter then becomes a whole lot more interesting. I've had my fingers burned on there too and learned what to think privately and say publically. When I was publically humiliated on Twitter I received a lot of messages and emails of support from people who didn't even follow me. They were from people appalled at the bullying used on Twitter for political and personal gain. They urged me not to lock down or close my account but to move on and learn from it.

I noted with keen interest in the last few weeks that some people don't like my blog. Some prefer just sexual content,  others prefer more serious topics. I try to strike a balance between both. The blog is here as a marketing tool for me but also to talk about things that a gay male sex worker may observe from time to time.  I'm not one of these self proclaimed activists I see every day on Twitter who are anything but activists. They've just got shouty angry tweets to post and don't go as far as their living room.  Activists are people who actually get out there using their real name putting their own head over the parapet,  not shouty twitter uses who think they're campaigners. You're not an activist unless you personally act as opposed to sitting at home telling everyone else what is wrong with the sex industry. Sex worker activism isn't about a womans struggle with the law and oppression, it's about sex worker struggles with the law and oppression.   Female sex workers forget that's its not an inclusive little female only club. The outpouring of disgust that some female sex workers have made over the recent RadFem conference this weekend just shows how out of touch they are in their own community. They feel alienated by their own gender yet quite happily alienate their own co-workers because they happen to be male sex workers.

I read an argument online last week why female sex workers are so much more important. It's because they can charge more.   Hmm that's quite interesting.   Yes I charge less than many of my female counterparts but a quick scour of Adultwork using a 10 mile radius of my postcode will reveal possibly a dozen or so female sex workers offering their service at the same, similar and often less than my published rates. This argument suddenly falls apart. Are these women, advertising lower rates,  somehow less worthy than me because I charge more than them, the answer is no and it's something I've never even thought about until I read it on Twitter and discovered the sheer arrogance of some people both male and female.

Anyway on that note I will go back to sleep. My cat is wanting attention and I apologise for any typos. A phone is not the best tool for making a 3am blog post.

Appalling Edinburgh

It's was possibly with the upmost dismay that I discovered that Police Scotland in their divine wisdom had decided to simultaneously raid the various sauna premises in Edinburgh.

Edinburgh was a conservative yet safe, tolerant and openminded place to work. Not anymore !! Clients will be frightened to visit saunas and escorts for fear of being watched, arrested and victimised. It's no lie that 95% of clients are married or in a heterosexual relationship. Almost all of my clients on the gay side are men in seemingly heterosexual relationships.

It's a step backwards when progressive countries are legalising prostitution. We're on the cusp of legalising gay marriage and yet denying sex workers, male or female, the chance to earn a decent living in a safe environment. Rhoda Grant must have been laughing into her cocoa that night and sat down to a celebratory black pudding breakfast, the next morning, after the news. This does nothing for the human rights of sex workers who actually want to provide this service. I love being an escort and I am sure the sauna workers loved their work too.

A co-sexworker and allie Laura Lee did a press interview yesterday telling the world how she got into the work. She started in a massage parlour and it's done her no harm. She's a sorted, well heeled, confident woman with a fantastic career and income that city types would be envious of. Just because we have sexual and intimate relations with men we're persecuted by those that should know better. What are they gaining by raiding parlours and criminalising clients. Maybe if Rhoda Grant concentrated on rural affairs where her constituents live than meddling in city affairs, she's no experience of, then this might not have even happened. I am sure her own constituents, she represents are more concerned about local issues about farming and local services than prostitutes outside the Co-Op in Stornoway.

What does Poice Scotland gain from this except to add funds to their coffers under "Proceeds of Crime" where they receive an income boost from the seizure of assets, something sited quite clearly in yesterdays exposé. Lets face it, no one visits an Edinburgh Sauna to sit there in a towel and clear their pores. Its's been the only real legalised brothel system in the UK.

I've discovered that girls were interviewed in the street. Where is their RIGHT to privacy ????? Were the clients led out and condoms seized for DNA evidence, who knows ! Why was monies held by the girls seized ? As sex workers they're not actually committing a crime. Why seize their assets even if it was just assets for one days work.

It's a sad day for Edinburgh. Really sad day. Anyone would think wore Rhoda has a cousin in the police to help progress her career. Huge co-incidence it's in the same week as the Prostitution Debate by Richard Lucas, Rhoda Grant, Douglas Fox and Laura Lee and so close to the Rhoda Grant proposed bill in the Scottish Parliament which is the next assault and expected quite soon.

Carlisle Tour 18/19/20 June 2013 - Incalls

Yes, I am hitting the road again for a little tour.

I have a very good client in the North West who wants to see me and so I thought I would make a mini tour of it.

I will be available on 18th/19th and some of the 20th of June.

18th - 2pm-11pm
19th - 7am-11pm
20th - 7am-12 Noon

 Prices
£40 - Half Hour
£70 - One Hour
£100 - 90 minutes
£130 - 2 Hours
Longer available on request and if you just fancy a quickie, give me a ring to discuss that price and what services you want for the quickie in and out session.

Give me a call to book. Regular prices and all normal services as usual. If there's something a bit more kinky you have in mind I am always ready to listen and rarely say no.

 My number as always 07854 146783

Who Are These Regular Clients ?

I get a number of phone calls a day, many many texts (oh do they like to text) and often they'll say, I've been to see you before.

I like seeing regular clients and I am lucky that nearly 75% of my work is with guys I have seen time and time again, I tend to know what they like in advance and can plan the appointment to their taste.  Some, like a gentleman who booked last week, may see me for the first time and then follow it up with an email, often planning their next illicit liaison with me and discussing how adventurous they will be on our next meet.

Some guys think they're a regular client on their second appointment.  If that second appointment is within a month of the first then they're on their way to becoming a regular client but I tend to class regular clients as guys who see me as opposed to other gay escorts and who want to explore their sexuality with me.  They may visit me once a fortnight, like one or two of the guys I see, or they might come and visit me twice a year.  I has a visit from one lovely client last week on the evening of the 28th May but didn't realise I had seen him 2 years prior to this visit on the 28th May 2011 and after the appointment he said he will endevour to book me again for 28th May next year because he comes back to Newcastle once a year for a family engagement.  Now he's just once a year (or two years in this case) but if he books again he'll be a sort of regular client.

One of my very very regular clients just dropped off the face of the earth last winter.  I used to see him every week to ten days for about 2 years.  He was always in a mad rush and always full on, onto business, shower, dressed and away.  I wondered if he was ok, had an accident or moved away, but it seems he's still around and must have another gay escort on the go.  I know he's around and in good health because he's a prominent local businessman.  Hopefully he will come back at some stage and resume bedroom activities with me again.

One of my favourite regular clients, books an appointment every 2-3 weeks.  I never go more than 2-3 weeks without an appointment from him and if he clashes with a booking I already have, he will always book the following day or the day after, I sort of know when he's on my radar and have a fair idea when I am going need to travel out to Corbridge to see him.  What I don't understand is why some clients say they're going to become regular and then don't.  Last summer I seen a fantastic guy in the West End of Newcastle.  My type of bloke, bald, rugged, tats, big cock, shaven in the right areas and very active in the bedroom.  He booked me at 1pm to visit him at his home.  I went to visit him, had a fab time, drove home then got a text asking me to come back.  Went back, had a very hard shag with his massive cock which went on forever because he'd already cum once and at the end of it he said, "We'll make this a regular thing, I love your arse, come back next week, I'll text you".  I've never heard from him again.  He seen me twice in one day and never contacted me again.  I didn't understand why he would want to mention the possibility of regular appointment, to then never book again.  Odd

Regular clients, to me, are guys I have probably seen 3-4 times and who have a cycle, be it once a week, once a month or once a year.  You tend to know when they're coming back to see you.  Regulars arn't guys you see once in a blue moon even though they probably think they're regular, when in reality they're nothing of the sort.

I like my regulars, they're the guys who keep the roof over my head and I try to make the sex spontaneous, adventurous and different for them each time whereas at the same time keeping it within their limits and boundaries.

Female Privilege

Oh dear me, my Misogynistic post went down well didn't it ?  Proof that they're misogynistic themselves.

The fight for sex workers is an exclusively female one, it seems.  They don't want men in the camp, not even out gay men because that would mean they're no longer a militant lefty female only clique.  I was dismayed at being attacked by one person who I sort of considered to be a friend.  I've never met her but she was always lovely to me online, until last night and whereas her comments were somehow supportive she didn't have the decency to tell me how she was going to dissect my argument, she did tell me, however, that I wasn't going to like it.  Yes I seen red with her and I was very annoyed.

I have to admit, I said some things maybe I shouldn't but these sex workers do themselves no favours.  They go on twitter, a public arena, viewable by just about anyone with a computer or smart phone and brag about how to get around the bedroom tax system (whilst working as escorts), brag about being in cells overnight because they had some pills in their pocket, brag about how many clients they've seen, informing others that they're been told off for being untidy and then think they're pillars of the sex worker community.  You might as well go out to the nearest bus stop and tell all the locals your business whilst you're on.  If I can read and pick up on this stuff then I am sure the anti-brigade can too.

The average man in the street thinks sex workers do this work for cash in their pocket.  Yes we all do it for money but they also think it's women trafficked, women defrauding the state, drug users, sex workers being controlled by evil Albanian pimps etc and this trivial day to day chatter, viewable by anyone, gives them enough ammunition to fire back at these people.  Hey it took me no time to recite what I had read in recent weeks.

I've called this post Female Privilege because I was told I had male privilege last night, by the same clique who think it's only women allowed to fight for sex worker rights.  I only have a quarter of a voice apparently, there's no side by side with them, it's just them and I can sit at the back of the class whilst they make their point.  I can be a token sex worker for their cause but not a real one because I am not an oppressed sex worker living on benefits and worrying because I am being asked to pay £7.99 a week bedroom tax whilst earning £400 a week.  That's just how pathetic these people are.

If they want to do something positive for the sex worker movement, they should stop picking on other sex workers because they don't conform to their standard and they should stop going on public forums and arenas and pleading poverty whilst at the same time commenting on the last 5 clients they seen that week.

I have as much of an equal voice as any other sex worker but I've been told I am not worthy because the percentage of male to female sex workers is 25/75 so Steve should just sit back down and let the ladies do the talking, there are more of them afterall.  A community, striving for equality and legal recognition does itself no favours by deciding that women form the hierarchy of the movement and that male sex workers don't have a worthy cause of their own. This is a community that needs men for their income and lifestyles yet many members of the community come across as men haters in the process.  If they hate men so much and men are misogynistic then stop being a sex worker.  No one's forcing you to do it.

Misogynistic

My oh my, this really is the word of the moment.  Dare to say anything as man to a feminist, lesbian or even co-sex worker and you're labelled misogynistic.

I am a very intelligent guy and I had heard the word maybe a couple of times in my entire life until recently when it seems to be the "in word" to describe any guy who dares to question a woman's integrity.  I've been called misogynistic by fellow sex workers, by lesbian feminists and sex work campaigners all because I dared to have another point of view which doesn't fit with their lefty labour voting, trade union type beliefs.  Not all sex workers are female yet there are some female sex workers who think they're the only ones on the party invite.

As someone who has always been always been pro-rights, sometimes the people labelling others as misogynistic are really just that themselves, they use the word to make themselves look like the ones being persecuted and carry on their vendetta towards anyone who doesn't agree with them by being thoroughly nasty, spiteful and vindictive, doing themselves no favours in the process.  Instead of having a healthy debate, their posts spill out into vile hatred of anyone who isn't a street junkie striving to put bread on the table.  Maybe if they stopped shooting IV drugs into their veins and went on a drug rehabilitation program they may be able to re-build their lives and see other peoples points of view.  Until then I still have a block button for the times they get nasty.

Steve
@stevegayescort

Welcome Back To My Blog

After being chucked off wordpress a year or so ago for being sexual, I moved to sensualwriter and even recommended it to other fellow escorts.  Well a month or so ago, the site went tits up without notice and so I have had the tedious job of moving all of my posts manually to Blogger.  

I did have a back up but the file didn't work.  Anyway I am back to blogging, as a compliment to my very active twitter account, which you can access from my blog too, on the right hand side.

Welcome back

Steve

NUFC - Nice Uncut Fuck & Cum

2nd April 2013

Imagine my delight on Sunday morning when a stocky late 40’s dad type walks in the door wearing his NUFC jacket.  On his way into town for drinks with his mates he stopped off at my place on the way.  He even got his wife to drop him at my road, telling her it was a mates house he was popping into before getting the Metro into town.

He walked in wearing a delicious pair of firetrap jeans, a NUFC polo top and their customary black jacket emblazoned with the NUFC logo, he had a goatee beard, army cropped hair and a couple of tats, yummy.  I just couldn’t wait to get his pants off.  Obviously dressed like a masculine 40 something Newcastle United fan, I expected him to want to take the lead but no sooner was he on the bed, he bent over and said, “We’ll start off by getting my arse fucked”.  I didn’t see that coming, I thought he was a typical blow job and fuck the escort type.  I was very wrong.

This guy wasn’t just wanting a quick poke and go, he wanted to be on top and riding, then bent over, backing onto it and then on his back taking it.  His cock started off quite small, but hey it was a cold day and to my amazement it grew to an impressive 8 inches.  Lovely thick and clean, like he’d just stepped out of the shower before arriving. I was so impressed I even tweeted about it on Sunday morning.

After a good 20 minutes of non stop shagging, he stood up, asked me to slide onto the floor and spunked all over my tongue, goatee beard and I even managed to get some of it in my hair lol.  He then jumped in the shower, borrowed some deodorant and got himself dressed.  Just as he was leaving the house, he said “I am still rock fucking hard”, so I unzipped him in the hallway, got down on my knees and sucked him off a second time to completion, he spunked in my mouth and I swallowed the lot.  I was just inside the front door with no wipes, I had no option but to gobble it down.  He zipped up and said “Fuck Steve, I didn’t expect that”. It was just part of the service and another reason why these married dad types come back to me time and time again.

We're All Dirty Bastards

30th March 2013

It’s well documented from my blog and twitter posts that almost every gentleman who visits me, or who I visit, identifies himself as “Straight”.  The usual line after they’ve come in my mouth is “I am not gay you know”.  I never thought any of them were.

I have quite a lot of married clients, most of whom would never think of going to cruising area, many of whom skive off for half an hour during the day when they’re running about in the car and pop in and see me.  I’ve no doubt that they see other gay and female escorts, that doesn’t bother me and their sexual kinks are none of my business,

Clients don’t need to justify their sexual orientation to an escort, male or female.   I personally prefer the more masculine, straight, heterosexual, hairy beefy type, which is usually the norm that walks though my door.

A few clients have told me over the years that they come to see me, as opposed to other local gay escorts, because I am dependable, I always answer my phone, I rarely take time off, I’ve a nice place but most importantly, I am not camp, not skinny and not a bitchy chain smoking type.   I am just a normal mid 30’s bloke.  They want stability when seeing a male escort, someone who doesn’t kiss and tell and who on the whole will be available at their convenience.  Granted, I rarely take appointments after 10pm unless I know the guy but it’s rare for me to turn down an appointment at any time.  If I can’t do the time they want, I will do as near damn close to it as I can.

I find the “married types” to be clean, respectful and appreciative of what’s on offer.  They know I am filthy in bed and I am told time and time again how I offer the best deep throat in Newcastle,  ”Far superior to any of the escort girls on Adultwork”  one client recently told me.  I had a recent appointment with a guy from AW who not only came back to me within a month for a repeat appointment but also told other “open minded” people he chats with about my service.  That’s the type of praise I like to hear.

I have a regular delivery guy, he used to come to see me every 6 weeks or so and then he suddenly stopped.  Last month he returned.  He’d been booking a number of female escorts regularly and he liked dildo action on his arse.  A few of the girls were quite shocked that this VERY masculine bald headed guy with a stylish sleeve tattoo would want his arse fucked.  One girl asked him if he was gay, another went through the motions but wasn’t the slightest bit interested and a third said she had toys for “female use only”.  I even said to him at the time “She only needed to put a condom on it”.  The thing that disappointed him the most was the girl who asked him if he was gay.  I’ve NEVER asked a client if he was gay.  What a horrid thing to say to him when he doesn’t identify himself as being gay, it really took him aback and at the end of the day, what business was it of hers.  I got him back and instead of the dildo, he got the real thing once again.  He got dressed, paid me the money and just as he was leaving the door he said

“Thanks again Steve mate, you’re so good at that but at the end of the day we must all be dirty bastards”.

Yep…………… you certainly are

Horny Married and A Good Fuck

23rd February 2013

Wednesday night was interesting. I had an advert in a well known downmarket newspaper that specialises in fake stories, fake tan and fake tits.  The only thing that’s not fake about the paper is their over the top expensive advertising rates.  Anyway, I quite like the odd day in there because it brings in millions of phone calls and a few reasonably good clients.  You get a lot of passing trade in the subsequent weeks from it too because guys from other parts of the UK keep the number and ring you when they’re coming up.

I must have had about 10 guys tell me they’d ring when they got into the area.  They never do, it’s just one of their frequent sayings.  The clients from this paper always follow the same pattern, they’re either getting into the area later, looking for next week but can’t commit to a day, often want it cheaper but on the whole they’re nice blokes.  Most of the clients I see off it are opportunist guys who ring and want to come over immediately.  There’s none of this “Are you working tonight”, they’re in their works van with a stonking hard on and need it sucked off and need it sucked off now.   I can easily take a call one minute and have him knocking 7 or 8 minutes later.  That’s fine with me, on the days I advertise there I  know the score and prepare myself for it.  The phone starts from 7am and there’s rarely 5 minutes goes by without it ringing.  It stops around 6pm when they’re home LOLOLOL.  I thought I was safe enough at 7pm to meet a female friend of mine for a pizza and a pint and so made arrangements to meet her in Wetherspoons in Gosforth.

It got to about 9pm and we were just finishing our main courses and deciding whether to pop back to Wetherspoons for another sneeky bottle of wine or pop to another pub that specialises in scrumpy and real ale, when the phone rang.  I have a separate phone for my advert, I couldn’t cope with the calls on my normal escorting phone.  ”Hiya Steve mate, errm listen I am out for a pint at the moment but could I come over about 11pm”.  Now normally I wouldn’t.  I prefer not to see guys when I have had a few drinks but he was persistent and sounded genuine enough.  I asked him to call me again in a hour or so about 10.30 when he was on his way and we would take it from there.  I went for another drink with my friend and we shared a taxi, dropping her off home on the way.  At 10.45pm the phone went again, it’s was him “I’ll come down now mate”, I gave him a price, he agreed and I got myself ready for him arriving.

In walked a 40 something hairy, well built shaven headed hunk.  Very much the married, daytime rep, Sunday morning football type.  He was nervous but sure of himself too.  The few drinks with his mates was all the dutch courage he needed to take his gay thoughts that step further.  I took him into the bedroom and he pulled down my pants and sucked me off to completion there and then.  I normally take ages to cum but found this direct approach a real turn on and it made me shoot my load in record time.  I’d cum in his mouth (I did warn him I was about to shoot) and he swallowed the lot.  This is a guy who was nervous about a male to male encounter and he swallowed my whole dump of cum.  He then bent me over the bed and with one huge thrust, entered my arse and proceeded to fuck me stupid with his thick cock.  I was in escort heaven, I’ve got his very horny looking married bloke in my bedroom, he’s swallowed my load and now he’s up my arse fucking me like his life depended on it.    He was up my hole for a good 10 minutes before he asked if I was ok about him taking his time.  ”Mate”, I said, “I can be fucked for hours, you just bang away at my arse for as long as you want” and so that’s what he did.  He pulled out of my hole and got me onto the bed face down, making me pull my arse cheeks apart so he could get deeper inside.  He fucked me harder and harder, pulled out and shot a massive load of cum all over my back, I flipped over and greedily cleaned off the spunk from his shaft, he grabbed the back of my head, pushing his dick down my throat and so naturally I carried on deep throating him, “Im fucking cumming again”, within a minute or so of the first load I had another hot cum load, this time straight down my throat. I was knackered….. he then got the giggles and started laughing to himself, “I’ve been wanting that arse of yours for months, I look at your advert everytime it’s in and promise myself I will book that day, I have never found the courage to do it and I can’t believe how nervous and tense I was about coming here, I will be back, if that’s ok”.

Be Back ??  He can come back anytime.   Of course it’s ok !!!!!!!!!

A Working Week

13th January 2013

I had quite a good week with reliable gentlemen.  Monday kicked off mid afternoon when a lovely stocky fun guy, I had seen before Christmas, returned for another visit.  This time to fuck me and shoot his load everywhere.  He’s such a nice pleasant guy, chatting, giggly and fun.  Later that day I had a guy who wanted to pop over for a quickie, he was nervous and had never been sucked off by a bloke before so I gave his eight inch cock the deepest deepest deep throat imaginable, no one deep throats like Steve.  He couldn’t believe how deep I could get it.

Tuesday started early with the return of my silver bearded guy, another one who loves my service but his kink is my deep rimming, he could lie there all week with my tongue up his arse, I can’t usually remember who most people are when they phone, email or text for a repeat appointment but I always remember what they like the minute I see them at the door.  I make a mental note of what everyone prefers to sample during their appointment with me.  Later on the Tuesday I had a rescheduled December appointment with a guy I have blogged about before who simply wants me to lie on the bed and fart for two hours.  That’s the entirety of the appointment.  He is so turned on by it and I just face forward and watch Midsomer Murders.  He gets such a negative reaction across the country with other gay escorts when he mentions his fetish.  For gods sake it’s just a natural function and it’s not harming anyone, it’s not messy but it does require me to have a stew on the afternoon with loads of sprouts in hahahahaha.

Wednesday seen me return to being a top.  My nice thick cock is always a pleasure to ride and my smart suited executive came back for his first appointment since last summer.  He got a right royal fucking off me, I am surprised his legs weren’t like jelly, I fucked him so hard and he loved it.  Another satisfied regular client.   I took the rest of Wednesday off as I was meeting a lovely female friend for drinks at tea time in the Five Swans at Haymarket in Newcastle for a drinkies or three.

Thursday was Timewaster Thursday.  A guy who hoax called me a few months back on an outcall to Annitsford, early one dark horrid rainy morning, decided to ask if I could do a 5.30am incall.  He text me at 5am and I was awake at the time, I had been woken up by my cat deciding that I had too much room in the bed and he didn’t have enough.  I ignored the text as he was stored in the phone as Hoax Annitsford but then came another and another.  I replied with a stern NO and reminded him of his hoax outcall.  To my astonishment he replied saying he had seen me before and yes I had seen his guy before in May/June last year and he was fine, so why did he hoax me in December.  He said he bottled out………. so why didn’t he at least text and cancel instead of making me get out of bed, get showered and get in the car.  I refused to see him.  Yes I may have seen him before but he works in a job where he travels around in a  van so I bet he doesn’t like having his time wasted as much I hate having my time wasted.

With a quiet Thursday over, I settled down to watch a bit of TV in bed with a glass of something 14% and white.  My phone rings…… it’s 10.50pm and I decided to answer it, just incase it was an appointment for Friday.  ”Hiya Steve can I come around now”.   Hmmm, I hummed and harred about it because it was late but said yes, as long as he gave me 20 minutes to get a quick shower and get the room ready.  I told him it was 40 pounds. “I didn’t want to pay that, I just wanted a blow job for maybe 20 quid and I am at the McDonalds/Marriott roundabout so really I wanted right now”.  You want to get me out of bed at 11pm, sort the room out, fart about for a quickie and knock at my door in the next 5 minutes.  No way not at that time of night.  If it had been a half hour appointment, I would have made the effort and I would have allowed a quickie (not at £20 I may add) if he’d rang me half an hour earlier but at that time of night it’s really taking the piss.  If he had been a regular, I probably would have said yes but he was new, it was late and I don’t like the activity at the door, late at night like that with people I don’t know.  I’d been available all day long and the only sniff of interest was a quickie in a few moments time.  I returned to watching Gimme Gimme Gimme on UK Gold and had another glass of wine with my kittens next to me.  That was a better idea.

Friday afternoon comes………. and so do the stag trip blokes, who all ring my directory enquiry listing thinking I am a female stripper.  Maybe after four Stella’s they can’t hear or read properly but Gay Newcastle Escort Steve in the phone book and on 118 is hardly going to be a stripper now is it ?  I had the usual weekly phone call on Friday from a straight guy asking how to break into this work and a lovely sounding gentleman who wants me to visit him in York in February.  A quiet yet productive day at the end.

I had Saturday off, I had a few things on and needed to do my household stuff, however after a quiet few days since Wednesday I am rampant as fuck and I think today I might just ride a blokes cock to within an inch of his life.  My arse is tingling for a fuck so I am hoping that by 1pm this afternoon, some nice well endowed guy will have given it a good shafting and enjoyed the pleasures it gives.

4 Men Then A Cummy Arse

30th December 2012

Almost a year ago I was invited to a private sex party (as an escort) with four older guys, all of whom took turns on my arse and mouth until they were all completely spent.  It was time for a rematch.  Two of the original four guys were there and they invited along another two like minded men.  Once again it happened at the same local hotel within walking distance of my home.  It had been a fantastic experience the first time and so once my fee was negotiated I went along as their cum slut.  One of the guys paid me as agreed and strangely enough it was the same guy who paid me last time and bought drinks for everyone.  I suspect he pays for the appointment as a treat for the other three blokes.  It’s none of my business anyway and if he wants to pay me to service him and three other friends then it’s fine by me.

I arrived, on Saturday afternoon, at the lodge type hotel and went straight to their room.  All four were there and they had champagne for me on arrival.  After the normal hello’s and small talk, I made a beeline for the hairy, goatee bearded daddy type.  He was sitting on the chair next to the work desk.  I sat on his knee, facing him, wearing only a jock strap whilst one of the other gentlemen fingered my arse.  Next thing you know, he’d guided “daddy type’s” cock into my arse and I was well onto my first ride of the afternoon.  One of the other guys licked his balls whilst I slid up and down on his thick shaft, deep kissing him.   The “boss man” who pays for the appointment came over and shoved his dick in my mouth and I greedily slurped up the already seeping pre-cum.

After about 20 rides of daddy dick I moved over to the bed.   The bloke who hadn’t had any attention yet bent me on all fours and fucked me doggy, my arse was open and wet from daddy dick and so he slid straight up without any effort.  I clamped my arse muscles on his cock and he punch fucked me (where you take your dick all the way out and then slam it back up to the balls).   He had a massive donkey dick, much bigger than average.  The boss guy then got behind him and started fucking him, he was now fucking me whilst being fucked himself.  The guy who was playing with daddy dick’s balls, earlier, then shoved his cock in my mouth, he had a nice fat dick, he was Iranian, very hairy and very well spoken when I arrived but now I was being told to “Suck that fucking seed out of my cock, you dirty fucking slut”.

The Bossman, pulled his dick out of the donkey dick guy, came over to me and dumped his spunk all over the dick of the Iranian guy I was sucking off, which was then pushed back into my mouth for me to clean off.  With boss man taking a rest, he sat on the side and watched the action, wanking himself hard again from all the cock, arse and mouth on display.

I flipped on to my back, with a raging hard on, the Iranian guy slurped on my fat dick then mounted me, I had him on top and daddy dick went straight back up my arse.  I still had room for more and the 4th guy with the donkey dick pushed his cock into my mouth and I performed deep throat on his cock.  It wasn’t long until he was spent and a couple of minutes into this session he released a huge load deep down my throat.

It was time for a rest and another glass of champagne.   The boss man led me into the bathroom and sat me in the bottom of the shower cubicle.  Him and daddy dick wanted to piss all over me.  I am not usually into watersports and can’t do it on demand myself but if the mood is horny then I can be open to most things    After waiting a moment or two, daddy dick kicked off and let a huge stream of hot piss release and drenched my chest and cock, the boss man wanted me on all fours and he covered my arse and back in his golden shower.  I then ran a shower.  Whilst running the shower, the Iranian guy joined me, he hadn’t cum yet and so he showered me down and I cleaned up his very hairy body in the shower.  I went down on him and it didn’t take long for him to dump a load of cum over my lips, nose and cheeks.  Nicely mopped up and showered I came back into the room for the finale.

On my back, the Iranian guy. now spent, pulled my legs apart whilst boss man fucked me, then donkey dick had a go and finally daddy dick did the final fuck.   All three guys finished off wanking over me and I was rewarded with three loads of cum over my back face and arse.

A quick shower and it was back to reality.  All four blokes were “fucked” and all very happy.  Quick shower and I made my way home.  It occurred to me that during that whole two hour session I hadn’t even cum.  Yes I have fucked the Iranian guy with him on top and been fucked by them all at some point, pissed on by two of them and swallowed a few loads of cum but I’d not been de-spunked.  But that was about the change.

I walked the short journey home, put on the Christmas Tree lights, poured myself a well deserved glass of wine and closed the blinds, it was just after 4.30pm, the phone rang and it was a regular client of mine.  ”Hi Steve, I was wondering if I could pop over in about 30 minutes, I am off out in town early tonight with my mates and thought I might call in on my way”.     I had a quick shower, heated up the bedroom and got the porn ready.  He arrived just after 5pm, practically ripped off my speedos that he’d asked me to wear, tongued my arse and shoved his lovely cock deep inside, no foreplay, just pure unadulterated sex.  He’s not a quickie either, this bloke can fuck.  I am always so turned on by him and having been fucked almost repeatedly for 2 hours earlier that afternoon I wasn’t far from cumming,  I was dripping in precum from each stroke of my arse, stimulating my prostate gland.  He kept scooping up the precum off my cock and applying it to his cock to use as lube on my hole.  That always turns me on when he’s just as filthy.  Next thing, I knew, he flipped me around and started fucking me really hard, doggy style from behind and I knew I was going to cum.  He pushed his hand around in front of my dick and told me to cum in the cup of his hand.  I did, he pulled out his dick and with my arse wide open he poured all my spunk into my wide open hole and then cum fucked me to oblivion.  My spunk was seeping out of my hole and down my balls and down the shaft of his cock.  He kept pulling out his dick and standing back, wanking it to keep it hard, telling me to push out the spunk, each time it came out, he pushed it back in with his cock, fucking me harder, getting me to push it out.  He was ready to cum and pulled out of my arse, flipped me on my back and dumped his load in mouth.  I was overdosing on spunk today.  I had been fucked stupid since 2pm by 5 different men, pissed on, made to swallow cum, had an arse full of my own juice and now here I was taking another.  It was time to call it a day, my 5pm guy was spent too, “I’ll be having a cracking night now mate, thoroughly filthy you are”.  Yes I am and my god did I work for it on Saturday.  It’s supposed to be Christmas and New Year and here I am working harder than ever.

I took the rest of Saturday night off and went out on Gosforth High Street for a drink with a friend.  No more cum for me until Sunday.