It's that time of the year again when I re-count and re-live the stuff I blogged about and reflect on what I posted. It was another year of distinct change in my life, one where I feel I have bettered myself and one where I have met a lot of absolutely fabulous gentlemen. I have travelled all over Europe and the UK this year, met a few famous names and confirmed my status as one of the most sought after gay escorts in the country. Yes I may live in Newcastle Upon Tyne, away from the glitz and glamour of London but the quality of the gentlemen who visit this city on business and live in and around the region, never fails to amaze me.
I've gained a number of new, regular gentlemen this year, some who have enlisted my service on multiple occasions and who I hope to see a lot more of in 2015. I have had a few disastrous meetings, been harassed by a few guys and banned countless others but on the whole, over 95% of the men I have seen in 2014 have been very kind, courteous guys and appreciate my attention to detail and of course, my 100% commitment to them.
I made a total of 27 blog posts during the course of the year and the blog changed it's name from The Exploits of a Gay Newcastle Escort to The Journal of a Newcastle Gay Escort. It was a new sense of maturity in both myself and my writing. I am always congratulated and praised on my writing skills. Thank you for continuing to read and support the blog.
I started 2014 talking about 2014 itself and my hopes and aspirations for the year ahead, moving swiftly on a few days later about my attention to detail, which can not be matched or surpassed and I ended my posts for the month talking about feedback and how important it is, stating, once again, that return appointments are the best feedback any escort can receive.
I apologised in February for my lack of blog updates. I had a lot going on in January, not least with the man I visit abroad, travelling back to Newcastle Upon Tyne on a special visit to see me at my home.
March started with a discussion about seeing clients "off the clock", a big fanfare about my new website, which I may add has been well received during 2014, a post about seeing a client who was horrified at me ejaculating in his mouth (even though he asked me to) and I ended the month discussing what the executive clients expect, highlighting the pitfalls they encounter when hiring an escort.
In April, I discussed the client known as Animalistic, who I have literally just seen a few days ago, as it happens. I touched on the types of guys that I see on a day to day basis, a discussion about how bloody busy I was over the Easter Weekend and I ended the month winging on about guys who ring me asking for advice about how to become a gay escort.
May came and I had one of my bad experiences, a Geordie Shore, cock sure type of guy who had no intention of paying for his appointment. It was my only post that month and it was one that shocked and surprised many people. I received a lot of positive feedback about that post, mostly from guys who were concerned about how I was feeling, following that experience.
I didn't post anything in June but I came back in July discussing about why I stay in the sex industry and why this lifestyle appeals to me, I discussed a very good appointment I had with a Yorkshireman in a Washington hotel, mused over being left handed and discussed those stupid silly requests we are asked on a daily basis.
One of my finest posts came in August when I reiterated that my gentlemen friends are not gay. It's a general misconception that gay escorts see gay clients. We don't !!!! My final post in August was about those hard to answer questions that clients put to you that have no right or wrong answer.
September arrived and I discussed the book Male Sex Work and Society, a publication which I was kindly asked to review by New York publishing house, Harrington Park Press and I also discussed how apparently I do this work so well.
I went on holiday in October and therefore took a short hiatus from the blog but I was back full force in November telling you all about another bad experience with a huffy man, a fabulous post about a wonderful appointment I had with a man from the South West of the country who originally started booking phone sex chat sessions with me, subsequently leading to a full on extended appointment, a discussion about the death of my cat and the insensitivities of some clients during that time, I continued by discussing my role in the sex industry and in the lives of my gentleman and I ended with another fine moment, discussing my fabulous overnight incall appointments.
The year 2014 was, on the whole, good to me and I look forward to 2015 with an open heart and an open mind, meeting clients old and new and hopefully bringing some enjoyment and pleasure into many lives along the way.
Sunday, 28 December 2014
Sunday, 30 November 2014
The Perfect Overnight
I get a fair few enquiries for overnight appointments, most of which are to visit gentlemen in hotels and occasionally their homes. I do overnight appointments anywhere, whether it be here in Newcastle Upon Tyne, or somewhere a little further afield like London, Bristol, Leeds, Edinburgh, Dublin or Paris. I always arrive on time and I am always immaculate. These overnights tend to be more on the terms of the client than the escort, the client will usually have an itinerary in mind like dinner, theatre or a stroll around the old city with a couple of breaks in between for a glass of wine. but as I have just said these appointments are very much in hands of the client, therefore when an incall overnight at my home is requested, the appointment is reversed, with the itinerary being very much on my terms.
I only offer incall overnights to gentlemen that I have had the pleasure of spending time with previously because 12 to 15 hours is a long time to spend with someone who you have never met before and it helps to have some common ground on an incall overnight so I know how to plan the occasion. You are spending a lot of money to visit me for the whole evening and therefore the appointment has to be absolutely spectacular. I had one such overnight at the weekend and here is a run down to what happened and how the evening flowed without an awkward pause or uncomfortable silence.
Friday arrived, it was the day of my incall overnight evening. This appointment was with a gentleman I had met on a number of occasions, for an hour each time. He asked me if it was possible to visit me for the evening and I made it perfectly clear that my incall overnights were quite expensive. The price reflects the amount of time that I take to prepare for the appointment and I don't cut any corners on hospitality. On the day of any overnight appointment, I refuse all other enquiries during the course of the day and and I adhere to this promise, therefore when you see me on the evening, at whatever time your arrival should be, I will be refreshed and ready to concentrate on our time together,
I started the day by vacuuming the entire house from top to bottom, setting out candles, steam mopping the tiled floors, changing the bed, taking particular care to iron all of the bedding perfectly. I went through my Deezer streaming music app to find some wonderful Jazz albums to play in the living room on the ipod, bought a new scented candle and strategically placed vanilla incense sticks around the house. I planned a menu for the evening. My incall overnights always include wine, dinner and spirits. I make the evening more of a date than an escort appointment and as I always say my attention to detail is second to none and can not be matched or surpassed.
I visited a fishmongers, a supermarket and a local specialist butchers during the course of the afternoon. I devised an exquisite menu. I already have gin and whisky in the house at all times but I purchased a lovely bottle of prosecco for relaxing with over the open fire and and expensive white wine for dinner. Knowing that this gentleman loved fish, I created the following menu from scratch and cooked it and served it to perfection
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Halloumi and Asparugus, Flash Fried in English Butter with a Home Made Hollandaise Sauce
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Slow Cooked Wild Scottish Salmon in Butter and Salt
Buttered Creamy Mashed Potato with Chopped Parsley
Sugar Glazed Oven Roasted Chantenay Carrots and Green Beans
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Home Made Strawberry Trifle With Madagascan Vanilla Dairy Cream
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This was an exceptional menu which took me a few hours to prepare in the afternoon. In addition to planning dinner I had visited one of the UK's top butchers, George Payne Butchers, based in Gosforth. I purchased two of their finest pork sausages, five rashers of bacon and two slices of black pudding. I am vegetarian but this was purchased with my overnight client completely in mind. I always make breakfast the following morning and always acquire it from one of the finest butchers in the country. A treat from me, before you leave to show my appreciation for taking the time to spend your hard earned money on an appointment with me.
The evening went along swimmingly, he arrived on time and we began the evening with a glass of white wine, chilled to perfection and I broke the ice by telling him the funny story about how I acquired the stainless steel ice cooler, the room was filled with candles and tea lights and the fire was flickering away quite softly. After a brief chat and fondle, he wanted to undress me to see the new underwear I purchased specifically for the appointment. This is a very personal gesture that I make and one that I know you will appreciate completely. Having underwear exclusive to that appointment and that appointment alone, that you request, is something I am thrilled to offer and one that is always remembered. This is one of the extra special touches I go to. He had asked earlier in the week if I had a red jockstrap, which I do have, yes, but as he's visiting me for overnight and to make it extra special I offered, at my expense, to purchase a brand new red jockstrap exclusively for our time together. He was quite amazed that I would voluntarily go to so much trouble. Yes I will, you've gone to a lot of trouble to book the appointment, I will always show my appreciation back ten fold.
After a little a play time, we went through for dinner, which was cooked to perfection. The night isn't structured but obviously the whole itinerary rests with me so I have to have some sort of plan for the evening. By 10pm we had finished the starter and the main course and it seemed I was going to be dessert. so we finished the white wine at the table and I opened a bottle of prosecco and served it in champagne flutes. After becoming the dessert, I served the trifle dessert informally in the living room, in front of the fire with a gin and tonic and we ended up sitting up, chatting over a few drinks about my life, his life, the cats and everything in between and before we knew it, the time was hitting 3am. After a brief bit of fun, both of us were exhausted and it was time for some rest until morning.
The morning started, as every overnight should, with me taking the lead by ensuring I am immaculately clean before he wakes. As soon as he awakens I want to be there waiting and prepared as the morning always starts with a little glory, then it's time for him to have a shower and the fabulous hearty full english breakfast before he leaves.
My incall overnights are very well received, I take days to plan the menu, I serve fine wines, I offer fun conversation and I make you, the client, the centre of attention so you can discover what it's like to be treated like a gentleman. You're spending a lot of money to visit me for the evening and none of it is timed. My gentleman, this weekend, arrived at 7.30pm and left at 9.30am but he could have arrived at 7pm and departed at 11am if he wanted. There is no pressure on time and it would be awkward if I timed it for a standard 12 hours because what is the fun in that, looking at your watch the next morning and thinking blimey I'd better get a move on or I will go over my time. That is not how an executive escort should conduct themselves.
I have a lovely home, I feel like I am lovely guy and so I want you to experience the best of what this type of service has to offer. I want you to walk away and think that this was one of the best nights of your life and maybe realise just how much effort and planning went into that overnight from the part of the escort and why my fee reflects the attention to detail and time spent making your evening a night to remember.
I only offer incall overnights to gentlemen that I have had the pleasure of spending time with previously because 12 to 15 hours is a long time to spend with someone who you have never met before and it helps to have some common ground on an incall overnight so I know how to plan the occasion. You are spending a lot of money to visit me for the whole evening and therefore the appointment has to be absolutely spectacular. I had one such overnight at the weekend and here is a run down to what happened and how the evening flowed without an awkward pause or uncomfortable silence.
Friday arrived, it was the day of my incall overnight evening. This appointment was with a gentleman I had met on a number of occasions, for an hour each time. He asked me if it was possible to visit me for the evening and I made it perfectly clear that my incall overnights were quite expensive. The price reflects the amount of time that I take to prepare for the appointment and I don't cut any corners on hospitality. On the day of any overnight appointment, I refuse all other enquiries during the course of the day and and I adhere to this promise, therefore when you see me on the evening, at whatever time your arrival should be, I will be refreshed and ready to concentrate on our time together,
I started the day by vacuuming the entire house from top to bottom, setting out candles, steam mopping the tiled floors, changing the bed, taking particular care to iron all of the bedding perfectly. I went through my Deezer streaming music app to find some wonderful Jazz albums to play in the living room on the ipod, bought a new scented candle and strategically placed vanilla incense sticks around the house. I planned a menu for the evening. My incall overnights always include wine, dinner and spirits. I make the evening more of a date than an escort appointment and as I always say my attention to detail is second to none and can not be matched or surpassed.
I visited a fishmongers, a supermarket and a local specialist butchers during the course of the afternoon. I devised an exquisite menu. I already have gin and whisky in the house at all times but I purchased a lovely bottle of prosecco for relaxing with over the open fire and and expensive white wine for dinner. Knowing that this gentleman loved fish, I created the following menu from scratch and cooked it and served it to perfection
Halloumi and Asparugus, Flash Fried in English Butter with a Home Made Hollandaise Sauce
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Slow Cooked Wild Scottish Salmon in Butter and Salt
Buttered Creamy Mashed Potato with Chopped Parsley
Sugar Glazed Oven Roasted Chantenay Carrots and Green Beans
~~~~~~~~
Home Made Strawberry Trifle With Madagascan Vanilla Dairy Cream
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This was an exceptional menu which took me a few hours to prepare in the afternoon. In addition to planning dinner I had visited one of the UK's top butchers, George Payne Butchers, based in Gosforth. I purchased two of their finest pork sausages, five rashers of bacon and two slices of black pudding. I am vegetarian but this was purchased with my overnight client completely in mind. I always make breakfast the following morning and always acquire it from one of the finest butchers in the country. A treat from me, before you leave to show my appreciation for taking the time to spend your hard earned money on an appointment with me.
The evening went along swimmingly, he arrived on time and we began the evening with a glass of white wine, chilled to perfection and I broke the ice by telling him the funny story about how I acquired the stainless steel ice cooler, the room was filled with candles and tea lights and the fire was flickering away quite softly. After a brief chat and fondle, he wanted to undress me to see the new underwear I purchased specifically for the appointment. This is a very personal gesture that I make and one that I know you will appreciate completely. Having underwear exclusive to that appointment and that appointment alone, that you request, is something I am thrilled to offer and one that is always remembered. This is one of the extra special touches I go to. He had asked earlier in the week if I had a red jockstrap, which I do have, yes, but as he's visiting me for overnight and to make it extra special I offered, at my expense, to purchase a brand new red jockstrap exclusively for our time together. He was quite amazed that I would voluntarily go to so much trouble. Yes I will, you've gone to a lot of trouble to book the appointment, I will always show my appreciation back ten fold.
After a little a play time, we went through for dinner, which was cooked to perfection. The night isn't structured but obviously the whole itinerary rests with me so I have to have some sort of plan for the evening. By 10pm we had finished the starter and the main course and it seemed I was going to be dessert. so we finished the white wine at the table and I opened a bottle of prosecco and served it in champagne flutes. After becoming the dessert, I served the trifle dessert informally in the living room, in front of the fire with a gin and tonic and we ended up sitting up, chatting over a few drinks about my life, his life, the cats and everything in between and before we knew it, the time was hitting 3am. After a brief bit of fun, both of us were exhausted and it was time for some rest until morning.
The morning started, as every overnight should, with me taking the lead by ensuring I am immaculately clean before he wakes. As soon as he awakens I want to be there waiting and prepared as the morning always starts with a little glory, then it's time for him to have a shower and the fabulous hearty full english breakfast before he leaves.
My incall overnights are very well received, I take days to plan the menu, I serve fine wines, I offer fun conversation and I make you, the client, the centre of attention so you can discover what it's like to be treated like a gentleman. You're spending a lot of money to visit me for the evening and none of it is timed. My gentleman, this weekend, arrived at 7.30pm and left at 9.30am but he could have arrived at 7pm and departed at 11am if he wanted. There is no pressure on time and it would be awkward if I timed it for a standard 12 hours because what is the fun in that, looking at your watch the next morning and thinking blimey I'd better get a move on or I will go over my time. That is not how an executive escort should conduct themselves.
I have a lovely home, I feel like I am lovely guy and so I want you to experience the best of what this type of service has to offer. I want you to walk away and think that this was one of the best nights of your life and maybe realise just how much effort and planning went into that overnight from the part of the escort and why my fee reflects the attention to detail and time spent making your evening a night to remember.
Sunday, 23 November 2014
My Role
I used to think my role in the sex industry amounted to nothing more than "occasional, no strings fuck buddy". How wrong was I to even consider that my role was anything as crass as that or that my own feelings towards myself and my occupation were so nonchalant and selfish.
To many guys I am that occasional, no strings fuck buddy. To others I am an indulgence, to many I am a much needed service and to a few I am that bit of luxury to help them get through their busy lives.
I have so many private conversations with so many people on so many levels about so many things to do with their own lives, I forget that all of these people are trusting me with personal information that they are happy to volunteer because they trust me. This trust is such a heart warming, positive daily experience for me and it's something that's never divulged.
The role of an escort and I use escort in the non gender specific model, is that of a person that you can spend time with and who you know you can be yourself with and who will not judge you, kiss and tell or gossip about you and your personal life once your time together has ended. Gentlemen tell me all sorts of stuff about themselves, where they've been, where they live and this information stays with me and is never ever spoken about outside those appointments. Yes, another guy might read the blog and say "Oh he sounded lovely, was he married" and I will reply with "Yes, just like you, he's married, lovely, couple of teenage kids and appreciates the time we spend together". It's left like that.
My role, on an appointment, is not to judge you, it's not to pressure you into booking again, it's to try my very best, with the resources I have, to make your time perfect and to give you the best sex life you could imagine. I try very hard to make sure that every penny spent on an appointment with me is worth every penny of your hard earned money. I never forget and I always appreciate that you work hard to be able to treat me and acquire my service and I never lose sight of the fact that there's always a new kid on the block, around the corner, just waiting in the wings.
A short little blog for a Sunday but one that's completely to the point and tries someway to go towards making you realise that an executive escorts role, is that of a person who wants to try and give you the very best of themselves at all times and who wants the executive gentlemen to feel relaxed and comfortable in the knowledge that the person they are seeing is giving them the 110% commitment that they give to their employers. The gentlemen I see tend to be the gentlemen who don't think twice of going the extra mile in their careers and therefore it should be second nature for the escort that they choose to spend time with to offer that same level of commitment. Remember guys, we don't find you, you find us and when you find us, the best among us want you to know that you made the right choice in taking a chance on an appointment. An appointment we want you to enjoy and feel comfortable, confident and positive about.
To many guys I am that occasional, no strings fuck buddy. To others I am an indulgence, to many I am a much needed service and to a few I am that bit of luxury to help them get through their busy lives.
I have so many private conversations with so many people on so many levels about so many things to do with their own lives, I forget that all of these people are trusting me with personal information that they are happy to volunteer because they trust me. This trust is such a heart warming, positive daily experience for me and it's something that's never divulged.
The role of an escort and I use escort in the non gender specific model, is that of a person that you can spend time with and who you know you can be yourself with and who will not judge you, kiss and tell or gossip about you and your personal life once your time together has ended. Gentlemen tell me all sorts of stuff about themselves, where they've been, where they live and this information stays with me and is never ever spoken about outside those appointments. Yes, another guy might read the blog and say "Oh he sounded lovely, was he married" and I will reply with "Yes, just like you, he's married, lovely, couple of teenage kids and appreciates the time we spend together". It's left like that.
My role, on an appointment, is not to judge you, it's not to pressure you into booking again, it's to try my very best, with the resources I have, to make your time perfect and to give you the best sex life you could imagine. I try very hard to make sure that every penny spent on an appointment with me is worth every penny of your hard earned money. I never forget and I always appreciate that you work hard to be able to treat me and acquire my service and I never lose sight of the fact that there's always a new kid on the block, around the corner, just waiting in the wings.
A short little blog for a Sunday but one that's completely to the point and tries someway to go towards making you realise that an executive escorts role, is that of a person who wants to try and give you the very best of themselves at all times and who wants the executive gentlemen to feel relaxed and comfortable in the knowledge that the person they are seeing is giving them the 110% commitment that they give to their employers. The gentlemen I see tend to be the gentlemen who don't think twice of going the extra mile in their careers and therefore it should be second nature for the escort that they choose to spend time with to offer that same level of commitment. Remember guys, we don't find you, you find us and when you find us, the best among us want you to know that you made the right choice in taking a chance on an appointment. An appointment we want you to enjoy and feel comfortable, confident and positive about.
Tuesday, 11 November 2014
A Very Sad Day
What an awful day. I have been so busy since I returned from my holiday. I've had a lovely time seeing guys old and new over the last few weeks but one of my cats took ill over the weekend and today she wasn't looking very well. I phoned the vets but couldn't get an appointment until 4.50pm and so I just set about my day as normal.
My lovely gentleman from abroad sent me a text message at around 10.15am asking if it was a good time to phone. It's always a good time to phone when it's this certain person and so I said yes and he called me from his office phone, abroad, a few minutes later. We discussed my holiday, my friend moving house, he asked about the cats because he's met them all and I told him that one of my little ladies wasn't too good today and that we were going to see the doctor later in the day. He was on the phone about twenty minutes and was genuinely concerned about her and passed on his best wishes. I am very lucky to have found him, his compassion and understanding of me and and my life never ceases to amaze me. We had a laugh over my funny stories about Turkey and I told him I'd tell him the whole kit and caboodle when I next see him, once again, next week.
I got about my day and then at about 2.45pm I went into my bedroom to check on my little kitty. She wasn't interested in leaving the bedroom this morning but I wanted to take her into the dining room so I could try some food before we visited the vets. She moaned and complained and I placed her on her favourite cushion. She let out a cry, all so suddenly, she was never a talker and I said "Oh what's going on baby", she then stood up from her cushion, on all four feet and they gave way, she collapsed and fell to her side and within two minutes she died. Just died......................... Oh so sudden. Within in a few minutes I phoned the vets and cancelled and told them she had died and then I sat on the sofa with her for 20 minutes until her body stiffened and the fluids left her being,
I immediately contacted a trusted pet crematorium who I have used before and they told me to come and visit them and they took me to a private room at their excellent facility in Durham and we started the process of having her privately cremated. We chatted for a bit about her life and they took payment (they don't insist on it there and then but I wanted it out of the way) and then I made my way home.
I called into the Co-Op at North Brunton and bought myself a nice bottle of white wine and cooked myself some chips. Comfort food. Her passing was a complete shock. I just thought she was a little under the weather and caught a chill but she went so completely and so quickly without warning that I didn't have time to think about what was happening.
Earlier, I had a former client texting me with stupid nonsense whilst I was trying to carry her and balance her on my arms on the cushion into the car to take her to the pet cemetary. My god did he get a telling. He was texting me with smart, smarmy rubbish. The person I've have been referring to recently on twitter who I will never ever in my life see, communicate or give time of day to again. His timing was perfect. It gave me the opportunity to tell him to leave me alone. People don't understand the consequences of their actions and they have no respect for what others are doing when they send a text message. That's why in 15 years working as a gay escort I make a point of never instigating contact with clients because I don't know what is going on in their personal lives at that time. This person doesn't give others that respect. That was the ultimate deciding factor to end that chapter. The death of my lovely kitty of 14 years made me see what a dick people can be, they've always got to have the last say. Apparently it was a joke. I didn't find it funny with a dead kitten on the passenger seat.
Anyway enough of that nonsense. I had a lovely little girl and she was taken from me when I didn't expect it. I have one little boy and two girls left and they're all getting older, except the devil child who is immortal.
I had a shit day and ironically I started my tweets off today being positive. Look what happened.
Anyway thank you to the many people on twitter, too numerous to mention who paid their respects to me tonight. She might only have been a cat to some but she was my child, I fed, played with, adored, gave treats and cat sweets to her and she never judged me.
Funnily, last night I seen a very devilishly gorgeous guy from Sunderland, once again. She wouldn't leave the room before he arrived but he was cool with it. He made a little fuss of her and said "No Steve leave her, it's fine if she's not well and it's her comfort that matters" and we joked about her being the maid and taking the money. That's something I will always remember. Thank you to him too for being so nice and kind.
Steve x
Sunday, 9 November 2014
From Filthy Chat To Filthy Fun
I thought it appropriate, after last Saturday's horrid appointment, that I would counter balance things by telling you about the positive experience I had a week to the day.
Very much like the previous appointment, the gentleman I seen yesterday had travelled a long way to see me, I also collected him from his arrival point (Newcastle Airport) and dropped him back at the mainline station for his onward journey to Durham.
I had been chatting to this gentleman for a while. He seen an advert I run for overnights and thought I was based in the south of the country, he didn't realise that I was based in Newcastle Upon Tyne, however he did note that I offered sex and text live chat. So he booked a number of sessions of both filthy text and filthy voice chat over the space of a few months and also kept in touch by text too. He told me on a few occasions that he sometimes traveled to Newcastle and would keep me in mind for a future appointment. Three months later, here he was.
He had a small list of requests, all of which were do-able except for one small item, but we got around that, I picked him up from the airport at the exact time we agreed and he came back to my home for an extended liaison. He was a little apprehensive about booking "another gay male escort" because of various incidences he had in the past, one of which was an escort off their nut on pills and another escort who just didn't turn up because he was baby sitting all day and was tired, I assured him I was nothing like that and a complete contrast to his previous experiences.
The time together went perfectly. My attention to detail was as precise as always. I wore Levi jeans, a crisp white Thomas Pink shirt and handmade shoes to collect him from the airport and underneath I wore a sheer black see through thong. A glass of fine red wine on arrival with frivolous chat about how I ended up as an executive escort, my background and my plans for the future were the topic of discussion and then it was time for action.
The appointment went over far too quickly and after we had finished, we had another small glass of wine and I took him into the bleak, rainy, dull city centre for his onward journey.
We had agreed my fee in advance of the appointment and I rarely check things but I was pleasantly surprised to see that he had left me a substantial tip. He also sent me a lovely text message when he boarded his train with a thank you for the time together and I also thanked him back for the unexpected tip. I had just run out of Duty Free Gin on Friday so I got myself a nice bottle in Sainsburys on the way home. I put the tip to good use and bought myself something that I appreciate. There's nothing like a nice Gin and Tonic after a long day at the office.
A lovely warm generous man who made this Saturday, a lovely Saturday.
Tuesday, 4 November 2014
Holidays, Happy Appointments, then a Huffy Man
Thank you to everyone who liked and commented on my holiday pictures from my recent visit to Turkey. I've already booked my return visit for Spring 2015, something I am already looking forward to.
I took a number of enquiries, whilst abroad and everyone who sent texts or emails during that period was also respectful of the fact I was on holiday.
On my return, I was inundated with enquiries and bookings. I had a lovely trip out for the afternoon to see one of my favourite gentlemen, I had a fabulous appointment with a businessman visiting from Norway, a wonderful appointment with a super sexy deaf guy, the return of a very special Sunday morning man and various other new and existing gentlemen sprinkled across the week.
Whilst on holiday, I took an advanced appointment for Saturday evening. It was for two hours, to begin early evening. The gentleman was from outside the area and was making a special journey to visit me especially. I think is always a lovely gesture and I always make an extra special effort when I know that guys are coming to visit me from afar. Out came the wine glasses, with a chilled bottle of Chilean White in an ice cooler waiting in the dressing area of my bedroom. I wore an freshly laundered shirt and smart jacket with a brand new jockstrap to boot. I knew what time he was arriving at the mainline station and I arranged to collect him at Regent Centre Metro Station. The metro, for those of you who don't know, is a smaller version of the London Underground which covers much of the metropolitan area. He was a little delayed and we agreed it would be best to reduce the appointment time to 90 minutes. I was happy with this because there simply wouldn't have been enough time for two hours.
I arrived at the station to the sound of fire alarms and waited on the access road to the station for about 15 to 20 minutes. once it was clear I drove into the station car park. Twenty minutes later, my client telephoned me and said they were stuck between South Gosforth and Regent Centre stations. I said that was fine, I added that there wasn't a fire, it was a gang of youths who smashed the fire bell and that it should be all over in a few moments because the fire truck had departed the scene.
Five minutes later, I received another phone call, which I presumed was going to be my client alighting from the station and wondering how to find the car park but I wasn't prepared for what was going to happen. At this point, I had been waiting for over 45 minutes in the station car park, I answered the call, relieved that he was finally here and he said "Listen Steve, this has been an awful journey". I agreed and said "Yes I know... why don't you just come for one hour and I will take you by car, from my home, directly to the mainline station at 7pm, therefore giving you plenty of time to catch your train". His reply astonished me. He said "No, I am just going to stay at the station and turn around, I am not in the mood anymore". To say I was furious was an understatement. Not only had I sat there, in the car park for the best part of 50 minutes, I had offered, at no extra charge, to take him into the city centre, I had offered to reduce my time and my fee to one hour and this man didn't even have the decency to appear from the station to say hello. He could hear the annoyance in my voice and took offence at what he later described as my "lack of empathy and class". What did he expect me to do, jump out of the car and start singing a little number from the Sound of Music. What incensed me was that this man cancelled on me within 50 yards of my presence and didn't have the decency to say it to my face. How did he expect my tone to sound. Lack of empathy and class.... that's a good one from the person with a lack of manners and decency. I was astonished, saddened and to be quite honest....... shocked.
He tried to telephone me again, whilst I was driving home, after my completely wasted journey. It was worse than a hoax outcall because I had pulled out all of the stops to make it happen, which fell on deaf ears because he was more concerned about his own little huff over the train and the fact my station was seemingly on fire, all of which was outside anyone's control, yet I was the one to suffer.
When I returned home I sent him a text message saying that he could have, at the very least, met me half way and come for an hour. His replies got nastier and nastier, using big words to make himself look like the alpha male. For heaven sake.... grow up.
I had a great week, last week but this appointment spoilt it. I have a fantastic reputation, that I am proud to state is second to none, built up through years of sheer hard work and determination, however I am only human and sometimes even I am allowed to get annoyed and frustrated. If my tone wasn't to his liking, then neither was his sheer ignorance. I put myself out to make that appointment happen, regardless of what was thrown up against us, but instead it was thrown up in my face,
I took a number of enquiries, whilst abroad and everyone who sent texts or emails during that period was also respectful of the fact I was on holiday.
On my return, I was inundated with enquiries and bookings. I had a lovely trip out for the afternoon to see one of my favourite gentlemen, I had a fabulous appointment with a businessman visiting from Norway, a wonderful appointment with a super sexy deaf guy, the return of a very special Sunday morning man and various other new and existing gentlemen sprinkled across the week.
Whilst on holiday, I took an advanced appointment for Saturday evening. It was for two hours, to begin early evening. The gentleman was from outside the area and was making a special journey to visit me especially. I think is always a lovely gesture and I always make an extra special effort when I know that guys are coming to visit me from afar. Out came the wine glasses, with a chilled bottle of Chilean White in an ice cooler waiting in the dressing area of my bedroom. I wore an freshly laundered shirt and smart jacket with a brand new jockstrap to boot. I knew what time he was arriving at the mainline station and I arranged to collect him at Regent Centre Metro Station. The metro, for those of you who don't know, is a smaller version of the London Underground which covers much of the metropolitan area. He was a little delayed and we agreed it would be best to reduce the appointment time to 90 minutes. I was happy with this because there simply wouldn't have been enough time for two hours.
I arrived at the station to the sound of fire alarms and waited on the access road to the station for about 15 to 20 minutes. once it was clear I drove into the station car park. Twenty minutes later, my client telephoned me and said they were stuck between South Gosforth and Regent Centre stations. I said that was fine, I added that there wasn't a fire, it was a gang of youths who smashed the fire bell and that it should be all over in a few moments because the fire truck had departed the scene.
Five minutes later, I received another phone call, which I presumed was going to be my client alighting from the station and wondering how to find the car park but I wasn't prepared for what was going to happen. At this point, I had been waiting for over 45 minutes in the station car park, I answered the call, relieved that he was finally here and he said "Listen Steve, this has been an awful journey". I agreed and said "Yes I know... why don't you just come for one hour and I will take you by car, from my home, directly to the mainline station at 7pm, therefore giving you plenty of time to catch your train". His reply astonished me. He said "No, I am just going to stay at the station and turn around, I am not in the mood anymore". To say I was furious was an understatement. Not only had I sat there, in the car park for the best part of 50 minutes, I had offered, at no extra charge, to take him into the city centre, I had offered to reduce my time and my fee to one hour and this man didn't even have the decency to appear from the station to say hello. He could hear the annoyance in my voice and took offence at what he later described as my "lack of empathy and class". What did he expect me to do, jump out of the car and start singing a little number from the Sound of Music. What incensed me was that this man cancelled on me within 50 yards of my presence and didn't have the decency to say it to my face. How did he expect my tone to sound. Lack of empathy and class.... that's a good one from the person with a lack of manners and decency. I was astonished, saddened and to be quite honest....... shocked.
He tried to telephone me again, whilst I was driving home, after my completely wasted journey. It was worse than a hoax outcall because I had pulled out all of the stops to make it happen, which fell on deaf ears because he was more concerned about his own little huff over the train and the fact my station was seemingly on fire, all of which was outside anyone's control, yet I was the one to suffer.
When I returned home I sent him a text message saying that he could have, at the very least, met me half way and come for an hour. His replies got nastier and nastier, using big words to make himself look like the alpha male. For heaven sake.... grow up.
I had a great week, last week but this appointment spoilt it. I have a fantastic reputation, that I am proud to state is second to none, built up through years of sheer hard work and determination, however I am only human and sometimes even I am allowed to get annoyed and frustrated. If my tone wasn't to his liking, then neither was his sheer ignorance. I put myself out to make that appointment happen, regardless of what was thrown up against us, but instead it was thrown up in my face,
Sunday, 21 September 2014
Apparently I Do It So Well
I had a few days away this week, across to Germany to see a lovely gentleman who means an awful lot more to me than a passing client. He's a very kind and considerate man who only has my best interests at heart and I don't discuss him on my blog because the time I spend with him is very private and personal and not open to public discussion. He makes regular recommendations to me about how I should move myself forward and how I should progress, should I wish to stay in this work for another 10 years. Very few guys take a personal interest in me, in this way and so I do take notice of what he says to me because he only wants the very best for me.
Over dinner, in a very fine restaurant, he paid me a lovely compliment, he said that my role as a gay male escort for executive men is a role that I apparently do......so well. I've never thought of it in those terms. I am just me. I am just a normal guy with no airs and graces but someone who likes nice clothes, fine wines, the arts and theatre and to travel. When I first came into this work, many moons ago, I was just another name in the newspaper and then as the internet took off, I was just another name online. He had read a study in the Economist about how sex work had moved from a locally advertised type of service into a hands on, readily accessible internet explosion and asked me if that had any bearing on how I matured as an escort.
This was something I have touched upon in this blog in the past, but it isn't until someone from the outside, looking in, questions it, that you start to question it yourself. Apparently, I do it so well. So how did this normal, unassuming guy, from Newcastle upon Tyne, change from being a shy, intelligent office worker into a sought after gentleman companion for executives.
When I first started out as an escort, my work came from word of mouth. The internet was about, but not at the scale we have it at today where it's now classed as an essential utility. Back in the late 90's it was still in it's infancy with dial up, the only option available, on 0845 numbers. No one had a hands on, permanent fibre optic connection or 4G phones in those days. Having a mobile was novel in itself then, so as technology has exploded, so has sex.
When I first started, I was a gangly thing, tall and skinny with long facial features. I was almost exclusively bottom and most, if not 90% of my appointments were half hours at my home, outcalls were a rarity. As I got older, I got more confidence and before I knew it, I had moved house a few times, gone full time with escorting and I had matured into a mid 30's man. I still have the mind and feelings of a 20 year old but those days are long gone and I have the intelligence and manners of more mature guy now and maybe that's what moved me along a little and molded me into the person I have become.
I had a very good upbringing. My father had a very good job, I came from a reasonably good Irish family, moving here from East London. I had a good education and continued my education until I was 25, hence why I am highly qualified in another field. Because of my upbringing, high level of education and impeccable manners, I was able to adapt these skills into an ever changing world of escorting and sex work. Many female escorts move into specialised sectors as they get older, like domination or, dare I say, as mistresses for men seeking adult baby type appointments. I am not dominant and I am not keen on babies to begin with and that's not really the sort of sectors I would mature into easily and therefore I pooled all of my skills I had learned from my childhood, teenage years, work life and student days and became a gentleman escort for gentlemen themselves.
I have no idea when that journey began, I just seemed to progressively move into that sector as I got older. I see a number of executive men from all sections of the community. I travel an awful lot these days too, something unheard of 10 years or so ago. This year alone, I have been abroad numerous times, I have been to London and the south of the country on a number of occasions, plus in the last two months alone I have been to a North Yorkshire country house hotel and a Leeds city hotel for lunch and afternoon fun, both of which were out of my normal catchment area and a train ride away. These are all big big appointments where I take a day or two out of my schedule to attend. These arn't your hour long, wham bam, thank you ma'am liaisons.
So.... what do I do so well ?
I can converse on anyone's level. I know a lot about politics, the financial markets and world current events. I can gossip about celebrities, recite funny incidents that happen to me in my day to day work and keep the conversation and fun going along nicely on a longer appointment.
I dress immaculately. I buy new shirts, new jeans, new underwear and a new formal or semi-formal jacket for almost every executive appointment. I have to look good and the investment in myself is always appreciated. It's especially important to look and dress good, I like the gentlemen I see to appreciate that money they spend on me is invested in looking good for them. When I visit a gentleman for an appointment, I will be wearing a crisp, freshly laundered, in season shirt, with quality designer jeans, expensive handmade shoes and designer underwear. I will have another shirt for dinner, plus another to travel home with the following day, or more shirts and jeans if I am staying for a few days. I don't just turn up in one shirt and wear that all bloody day.
I will take along a bag with everything, as requested. Whether it be a selection of sex toys, some airport security approved playtime handcuffs or a special item they've bought for me on a trip away, that's exclusively for them. It's always there and I never forget.
I conduct myself perfectly at all times. I don't smoke or take drugs. If I am flying to a gentleman or taking a train, I may have a glass of wine or gin and tonic on my journey down but I wouldn't turn up pissed. Conduct isn't just about being well behaved, because in the bedroom I am certainly not well behaved, it's about timekeeping, making sure you plan ahead, arriving on time, being able to talk at the same level as the person you're sharing time with and knowing how to use a knife and fork properly. Impeccable manners are as much about an executive appointment as anything else.
You have to be able to drive. Yes, I often get the train and the odd plane but you have to be able to get yourself to local outcall appointments with ease. Many outcalls are to country house hotels or golfing venues, most of which are 20 miles or so outside of the city. I often get outcalls to strange towns, inaccessible by train, such as Dumfries, Scarborough or Harrogate, where a car is as essential as lube and condoms.
When one of my longer, executive gentlemen visit me on an incall, I always have chilled wine or a gin and tonic ready, something that's always appreciated. I answer the door, looking fabulous. I offer to collect them by car at the station or airport and always wear a formal jacket in the car. My car is an executive vehicle and to new clients, it's the first thing they notice when I pick them up at their arrival location. This stays with them throughout because, we all know, first impressions count. These are things that other escorts don't seem to think about.
Apparently, I do it so well. Well, what I do well is forethought and planning and I learn and understand the individual likes and needs of each and every gentleman I see and I ensure that each and every moment spent with me lives up to their tailor made expectations because my commitment, attention to detail and reliability can not be matched or surpassed.
Over dinner, in a very fine restaurant, he paid me a lovely compliment, he said that my role as a gay male escort for executive men is a role that I apparently do......so well. I've never thought of it in those terms. I am just me. I am just a normal guy with no airs and graces but someone who likes nice clothes, fine wines, the arts and theatre and to travel. When I first came into this work, many moons ago, I was just another name in the newspaper and then as the internet took off, I was just another name online. He had read a study in the Economist about how sex work had moved from a locally advertised type of service into a hands on, readily accessible internet explosion and asked me if that had any bearing on how I matured as an escort.
This was something I have touched upon in this blog in the past, but it isn't until someone from the outside, looking in, questions it, that you start to question it yourself. Apparently, I do it so well. So how did this normal, unassuming guy, from Newcastle upon Tyne, change from being a shy, intelligent office worker into a sought after gentleman companion for executives.
When I first started out as an escort, my work came from word of mouth. The internet was about, but not at the scale we have it at today where it's now classed as an essential utility. Back in the late 90's it was still in it's infancy with dial up, the only option available, on 0845 numbers. No one had a hands on, permanent fibre optic connection or 4G phones in those days. Having a mobile was novel in itself then, so as technology has exploded, so has sex.
When I first started, I was a gangly thing, tall and skinny with long facial features. I was almost exclusively bottom and most, if not 90% of my appointments were half hours at my home, outcalls were a rarity. As I got older, I got more confidence and before I knew it, I had moved house a few times, gone full time with escorting and I had matured into a mid 30's man. I still have the mind and feelings of a 20 year old but those days are long gone and I have the intelligence and manners of more mature guy now and maybe that's what moved me along a little and molded me into the person I have become.
I had a very good upbringing. My father had a very good job, I came from a reasonably good Irish family, moving here from East London. I had a good education and continued my education until I was 25, hence why I am highly qualified in another field. Because of my upbringing, high level of education and impeccable manners, I was able to adapt these skills into an ever changing world of escorting and sex work. Many female escorts move into specialised sectors as they get older, like domination or, dare I say, as mistresses for men seeking adult baby type appointments. I am not dominant and I am not keen on babies to begin with and that's not really the sort of sectors I would mature into easily and therefore I pooled all of my skills I had learned from my childhood, teenage years, work life and student days and became a gentleman escort for gentlemen themselves.
I have no idea when that journey began, I just seemed to progressively move into that sector as I got older. I see a number of executive men from all sections of the community. I travel an awful lot these days too, something unheard of 10 years or so ago. This year alone, I have been abroad numerous times, I have been to London and the south of the country on a number of occasions, plus in the last two months alone I have been to a North Yorkshire country house hotel and a Leeds city hotel for lunch and afternoon fun, both of which were out of my normal catchment area and a train ride away. These are all big big appointments where I take a day or two out of my schedule to attend. These arn't your hour long, wham bam, thank you ma'am liaisons.
So.... what do I do so well ?
I can converse on anyone's level. I know a lot about politics, the financial markets and world current events. I can gossip about celebrities, recite funny incidents that happen to me in my day to day work and keep the conversation and fun going along nicely on a longer appointment.
I dress immaculately. I buy new shirts, new jeans, new underwear and a new formal or semi-formal jacket for almost every executive appointment. I have to look good and the investment in myself is always appreciated. It's especially important to look and dress good, I like the gentlemen I see to appreciate that money they spend on me is invested in looking good for them. When I visit a gentleman for an appointment, I will be wearing a crisp, freshly laundered, in season shirt, with quality designer jeans, expensive handmade shoes and designer underwear. I will have another shirt for dinner, plus another to travel home with the following day, or more shirts and jeans if I am staying for a few days. I don't just turn up in one shirt and wear that all bloody day.
I will take along a bag with everything, as requested. Whether it be a selection of sex toys, some airport security approved playtime handcuffs or a special item they've bought for me on a trip away, that's exclusively for them. It's always there and I never forget.
I conduct myself perfectly at all times. I don't smoke or take drugs. If I am flying to a gentleman or taking a train, I may have a glass of wine or gin and tonic on my journey down but I wouldn't turn up pissed. Conduct isn't just about being well behaved, because in the bedroom I am certainly not well behaved, it's about timekeeping, making sure you plan ahead, arriving on time, being able to talk at the same level as the person you're sharing time with and knowing how to use a knife and fork properly. Impeccable manners are as much about an executive appointment as anything else.
You have to be able to drive. Yes, I often get the train and the odd plane but you have to be able to get yourself to local outcall appointments with ease. Many outcalls are to country house hotels or golfing venues, most of which are 20 miles or so outside of the city. I often get outcalls to strange towns, inaccessible by train, such as Dumfries, Scarborough or Harrogate, where a car is as essential as lube and condoms.
When one of my longer, executive gentlemen visit me on an incall, I always have chilled wine or a gin and tonic ready, something that's always appreciated. I answer the door, looking fabulous. I offer to collect them by car at the station or airport and always wear a formal jacket in the car. My car is an executive vehicle and to new clients, it's the first thing they notice when I pick them up at their arrival location. This stays with them throughout because, we all know, first impressions count. These are things that other escorts don't seem to think about.
Apparently, I do it so well. Well, what I do well is forethought and planning and I learn and understand the individual likes and needs of each and every gentleman I see and I ensure that each and every moment spent with me lives up to their tailor made expectations because my commitment, attention to detail and reliability can not be matched or surpassed.
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