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.