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.
Monday, 27 May 2013
Sunday, 26 May 2013
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.
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
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 !!!!!!!!!
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.
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