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Cherry-Poppin' Daddies

Bon soir ma blog...

Last you heard from me was when I was panicking in fear of being sniffed out and since then I have kept a very low profile. Kept myself very busy living the life of the honestly employed - but nothing beats the thrill of being paid for sex.

I have since invented a new escort identity for myself but I dunno if its the lull period or is it just me, cos the response is worryingly slow. I tried to recall what were the strategies/ meta tags/ keywords/ SEO methods that I had used before and applied the same but still am not getting the desired results.

It is both a good and bad thing. Good cos I'm too busy, too tired with work to take on any meetings in the evenings anyway. And bad, cos I can't figure out what I'm doing wrong with my website and SEO methods. Is it the pictures? Rates? How I penned my introduction? What? Why arent I getting responses? Before this, I was at The Regis at least once a fortnight!!!

These days, I'm just legally employed in the day, VIP-courtesan by night to my 2 most loyal clients - Pierre and G. (Not both at once though)

The other day I went to watch a movie (127 Hours) and then dinner with G, at my neighbourhood mall. Pretty risky I know. I could have just bumped into one of my aunts and grandma cos we all stay in the same area. 127 Hours was interesting, but what was happening in my pants was way hotter than the Blue John Canyon. G just couldnt get his hands off me and since I've never ever made out in the cinema before, I let G have his way. Kinda kinky getting your clit flicked in the theatre!

And Pierre... my Pierre... just cant get enough of me. Looking at how slow my escort business has been, I'm beginning to wonder what these men see in me, that has got them hooked and twisted around my finger.

I owe alot to Pierre though. First he'd sponsor my photoshoot. And now he had helped me finance a 5-week study course that I had signed up to upgrade myself and because of the sudden death of my escort career, I couldnt pay for the balance of the fees. I can also discuss different matters with him, and I value his opinions as he is always very frank with me.

I remember one afternoon while we were rolling in bed and he asked me how my job hunt was going, and I said that I was waiting for openings in certain organisations. Instead he said that I should be sending out at least 2 CVs a day.

'Just send', he said, and go for as many interviews. Treat it as practice for your interview skills, so that when you finally get that interview with the company you like, you'll be more confident and ready.

Pierre is my biggest supporter for now. Always giving me words of encouragement, and my pillar of strength. I just have to remind myself not to be too much indebt with him else I might have to be his slave for life or something.

Was supposed to follow him on his business trip next week but since I'm working now, my schedule kinda made it impossible. And what was I gonna tell my parents?

"Uh, mom, can I please follow my sugardaddy to Shanghai. It's just for 4 days. Please, please, please..??? I'll be flying business class...!"

Heh.

So that's basically it. Only 2 men to occupy myself with for now. Other than the once in a blue-moon 'horny-pangs' and one-off sex with Mr. Right-Nows... this 'real' work/ job thang makes me weary to the bones *sigh*

x.

F.I.L.F - Chivalry is Not Dead

On a regular day, I would actually be bitter seeing these two teenagers 'loving-doving' infront of me. But today is an especially lovely day for me.

As you can see, I am blogging in the comforts of the plush seats at Old Town White Coffee @Far East Plaza right now, while having *duhh* - coffee. My tummy's cramping pretty bad; having my first day of period, but I'm all grinssss.

A lottttttttt of things have happened and it will take at least 10 posts before I get it all down on blog. But let's start with TODAY.

I met up with, let's call him 'G', at Starbucks at 10.30am this morning for breakfast. G asked me out to go shopping... for lingerie. To begin with... how awesome is THAT??!!!!!!!! Lingerie shopping is the ultimate best (second being bags and shoes, third - dresses). So after that I brought him to the place where I usually buy my naughty intimate wear.

RONDAVOUS - THE hang out place for all naughty lingerie. At first I asked him to choose for me, but being him, he said, "No, you choose. It's for you". Awww, how sweet right?

So I picked out a few to try them on, and with each different piece, I called him into the changing room to see. NOW, I would surely know why men should NEVER be allowed into the changing rooms. For a while there I went 'ouh, ouh', when I saw his gleaming eyes light up. He inched closer and we started kissing... slowly nibbling my lips and then held me tighter, flicking my nipples. He got soooo turned on by the 'barely there' lingerie that we almost end up making out in the changing room.

That happened 3 more times with the other pieces I tried on, but in term of intensity, the first piece definitely bagged the trophy. I didn't look at the price tags cos I didnt want to be choosing based on price/ most expensive so I merely picked based on preference, which eventually did turn out to be the most expensive :P How I know?... hmmm...

After shopping, we went back to his place, where I'm having the best sex ever for the second time in the week with G. I told you I was addictive.

My first date with G was last Friday. The entire process was the easiest and fastest I've ever done. More convenient than online shopping - he dropped me an email with all the info I need, *POOF* I show up at his door the next morning and he claims to not being able to stop thinking about me ever since.

And G is farrrrrrrrrr from ogre-ly. Just now when I went back to the same shop (2nd time today) to get YET another pair of stockings, the Pinoy shop assistant who already knows me by name, was saying... "Wah ma'am, your husband is so handsome!"

Husband??? I WISHHH!!!!!

Not wanting to look like a skank, I told her that he was my fiance' (at least it sounds better than 'boyfriend'). Then I asked her how much the earlier purchase added up to and I was flabbergasted by the amount.

$400?????!!!!!

It might not mean alot to some people but if I had known that 'barely there' flimsy piece was THAT expensive, I definitely would have chosen something else. I could have gotten 3 uber-gorgeous lacey corsets instead to last me till X'mas 2020!

Anw, back to the part where we were making love on his bed.... Ahhh... if the Cinderella story is 'If the Shoe Fits', mine would be, 'If the Dick Fits' cos he fills me up to the purrrrfect D, and you'd know how goooood it feels if the 'fit' is right.

The sex was also mind-blowing cos there is always alot of laughter inbetween, and he'd open up alot and share things about his life, which I totally appreciate and infact feel even more comfortable cos I know that he has nothing to hide.

Only at the second meeting today did I learn that G is a single parent and he has two adorable daughters that he adores dearly. I didn't actually want to ask about his personal life, cos those kind of questions are strictly out of bounds. But he was the one who opened up and told me and hey, he reminded me of the term m.i.l.f which on him would be 'Fathers.I.Love.to.Fuck' (F.I.L.F).

Of all times in the world, I got my period while he was fingering me cos I caught a glimpse of his bloody fingers and broke into a panic. I sulked when I thought my fun-time was over, but he said he wasn't squemish and that he didn't mind, so.... woohooo, the fun and play continues! ( I know, I would think its kinda gross too but hey, if my baby doesn't mind, then nothings stopping us)

In the beginning, I thought today's 'session' was to return the favour of him buying me lingerie, which I didn't mind cos he is just so adorable. So again, I was surprised when he handed me the stash for the time we spent together, on top of all the lingerie shopping.

Recap of my day:
Breakfast at SB with G - Lingerie shopping (Far East Plaza) - G's Apartment - Home - Far East Plaza (Old Town White Coffee).

Back at home, as I was getting ready to head out again, I thought alot about G. Actually I have been since our first meeting. I don't think I'm being naive but I am able to sniff out 'sincerity' from miles away.

I find myself feeling rather intensely for G. I respect him for his kindness, his commitment to be the best father for his daughters, and for simply needing some tender loving care from a woman. And that's when the downpour started.

I warned myself - "Don't cry... don't cry!!!" and boommm, the floodgates just gushed.

I especially hate it when it gets emotional like this. 'Fuck-and-go's are so much easier, with no emotional baggage lingering after. But since what I usually offer is an experience, I tend to get carried away (like now) when the connection is as fantastic as this.

This is why it leaves me sad - imagine all the things your heart has ever ever yearned and wanted, all wrapped in a nice bundle and it is now staring right in front of you. Fate dangles it right before your eyes and then you hear a voice saying - "You see all that? It can NEVER be yours." And a mirror appears before you and you see yourself in that gorgeous revealing dress, with your fishnet stockings and 5-inch heels. Red lipstick and sexy bed-hair - I'm a whore.

G is one instance, where if this ever gets too deep, beyond escort-client relationship, if he asks me to quit this life and be only his, I will drop everything in a single heartbeat. Everything.

(Oh gosh, what am I saying? I've only met him TWICE!)

I became an escort, not to look for love, but to market 'love', then laugh at it.

When I first started, I was one heartbreak away from bitter and my heart was numb-cold. Strange how it has thawed tremendously. Even after going stray, I thank God every day for blessing me with safety (oh here comes the waterworks again!) and for softening my heart again, and letting me meet all these kind people (could it be that they are angels in disguise?) who has convinced me that chivalry is not dead. I promised God that I will return to His ways again, just give me some time to get my brains sorted out. God is always close to my heart and in that sense I know He hasn't given up on me too. I just pray that I will be able to return safely to His arms, even after straying far, before it is too late... before anyone gets hurt. Amen.

I think after this I shall go look for X'mas gifts for G and his daughters....

xoxo.

If it's cheap, it can't be good. If it's good, it can't be cheap

As soon as he let me in, I saw my stash of cash sitting under his car keys. Hmmm, Mercedes. Not bad, I thought. He went back to his chair to sit where he was probably reading while waiting for me to arrive.

This client was a high-profiler and had repeatedly emphasized on discretion. He had booked the 5-star hotel room for the day although he only booked me for a few hours. I sat on the edge of the bed, near his chair to start the ball rolling.

Now this is why I love my job. This client was not only a high-level professional but very intelligent too. Our in-depth conversations was definitely the highlight of the date. I'll not go into the x-rated details cos it only lasted 5 minutes but from our talk, it was as it I had received divine enlightenment.

Randy, the client, was a regular punter, meaning he's a regular player in this field and a big spender. He was actually looking for a sugar baby, to replace his earlier sugar baby who had returned to the States. So he was sharing with me about his misadventures with the girls he 'interviewed' for the 'position' and I had the time of my life laughing and listening to the almost-comedic twists in his dire search.

It was very interesting to finally know what the other naughty girls have been up to and their ridiculous requests, only after meeting a guy for 15 minutes; things like a supplementary credit card, and questions like 'will you leave your wife for me?'. *lol*

Btw, Randy is well married. And he admits that he loves his wife with all his heart and would never hurt her but... ah, there's a but.

He says, "... but a man has needs".

"My wife doesn't know how to take care of me. She loves me very much, but you know how there is a difference between loving someone and taking care of his needs."

"My wife... she's born with a silver spoon in her mouth. But she's become a tai-tai who has become lost in her own world. She has so much potential, you know," he continued.

I still remember those words very vividly when he said them as I laid in his arms after sex which he described as 'its been a long time'.

I asked him why he doesn't engage the girls from agencies since he can very well afford it. He said, he wasn't looking for a professional. Like me. As in, not doing escorting as a full-time profession. He was looking for someone whom he could feel a connection with, not just someone to shag. I then asked him about the girls from the escort agencies, how they look like - are they like super gorgeous goddesses, and why they're so god-damn pricey?

Here's the part that became the ultimate revelation for me.

According to Randy, it is all a hype, if not a scam. And most of the thousand dollar-tagged escorts are supposedly models or some sort of 'celebrity'. He said he refused to get girls from escort agencies because he didn't like it that the agency takes a big slice of the pie when all they do is sit on their asses and it is the girls who are putting themselves on the line of fire. He'd rather pay for an independent, knowing that she gets all that she'd paid for.

We even started a debate on the pros and cons of being with an agency. I was for it and he was against. I said it was better to be with an agency cos they can ensure your safety. Like for example, the agency handle the bookings and would then know where the girls will be, incase anything happens. Then Randy rebuts and asks me back, sure but when the client takes you to another room, other than the one that he had earlier informed the agency, how would the agency know? And if anything happens behind closed doors, how would the agency know or even get to the card-accessed elevators in time?

That thought stumped me. Why didn't I ever think of that?

So from that valuable insight, I conclude that to be a 'premium, sought after' escort, you do not neccesarily need to have 'special skills' or look like a star-dusted goddess. I would say that it all boils down to personal branding, identifying your USP (unique selling point) and creating that perceived value around your image. Some say - 'If it's cheap, it can't be good. If it's good, it can't be cheap'. It is only the Singaporeans who hunts for the cheap and good. They can go to Geylang then and pick up some durians along the way. I'm definitely not targeting at Singaporeans anw.

Decide whether you want to be a mass-market or niched. I'ld pick the later. When you're niched, you might not appeal to everyone but you will definitely stand out and have a more lasting impression on their memories. I will later share this article I read when I was researching about thoughts on the fleshier girls.

Also identify your target market and shape your image and mannerisms to suit that market. Knowing your target market is very important coz then you would know how to plan your pricing strategy to tie it with your brand positioning.

See. Who said being an independent female escort is easy? Sure it is easy if you want to just sit on your ass and spread your legs and wait for Tom's hairy dick to be shoved into your ragged pussy. It's alot of stiff competition out there with all the PRCs, and Pinoys etc. A classy, high-end escort has not only a refined taste, selective and offers more than just physical satisfaction but can soothe and be the most appreciated companionship a man can ever need, even if its for an hour... or five.

xoxo

The German Shephard

Just got back from a 'job'. Was on leave today so I took on this last minute call. I dun usually accept last minute requests but he is a German. My first German. Let's call him The German Shephard - GS.

Another interesting thing about GS was that... he requested for a GS - golden shower. *gasps*

I thought i would give it a go but when the situation called for it, I just couldn't pee.

I still cannot understand why someone would want to be pee-ed on.

Another request from GS was that I wear a pantyhose. He said he has a thing about pantyhose and its smell. Hmm... ok.

That, I could accomodate but with a heavy heart cos that means wearing a skirt. You see, this might come as a surprise but i do not wear skirts. The last time i wore a skirt was when I was in secondary school. So what more a DRESS. Thussss.... i never wear pantyhose. The only other time i remember wearing a pantyhose was when I was in kindergarten and my mother loved to dress me up in frilly dresses, white knitted pantyhose and patent Mary-Janes. ahakz.

Anw, it wasn't too bad an experience and I get to go home early. Plus, did i mention that GS looks like Antonio Banderas? Hahah... I didn't ask GS for much information like age and stuff, so when i saw him, it was a pretty delightful surprise. Ok, I'm shagged. Off to bed. Nightey...

xoxo

Kelly Clarkson 'All I Wanted' Concert

Pretty good view from my seat. Kelly is such an awesome singer. She sang right to my heart. Dody texted me today. His excuse for going missing... Crap excuse. I'm not buying it. He texted me during the concert. Apparently his wife is also at the concert. Hahah waatever. The song that I felt most was 'Already Gone' - "You can't make it feel right.. When you know that it's wrong.. There's no moving on.. So I'm already gone"...

"Already Gone"

Remember all the things we wanted

Now all our memories, they're haunted

We were always meant to say goodbye

Even with our fists held high

It never would have work out right, yeah

We were never meant for do or die

I didn't want us to burn out

I didn't come here to hurt you now I can't stop

[Chorus]

I want you to know

That it doesn't matter

Where we take this road

But someone's gotta go

And I want you to know

You couldn't have loved me better

But I want you to move on

So I'm already gone

Looking at you makes it harder

But I know that you'll find another

That doesn't always make you wanna cry

It started with the perfect kiss then

We could feel the poison set in

"Perfect" couldn't keep this love alive

You know that I love you so

I love you enough to let you go

[Chorus]

You can't make it feel right

When you know that it's wrong

I'm already gone, already gone

There's no moving on

So I'm already gone

Ahhh already gone, already gone, already gone

:: Kelly Clarkson ::

I'm the 7-Year-Itch

I gotta admit I'm very much behind in updating my blog. You probably guessed it right. Somehow I've slipped into an affair with a certain gentleman I'ld like to call Dody (previously referred to as Shrek, but now I feel like it doesn't do justice... to Shrek. Heh.)

11.44am - Rainy Monday
I'm stranded at home due to the fabulously pouring rain. This is how Monday mornings should be. I've already called the office to say I'm out running errands and might not come in today. This was followed by a few other sms-es from colleagues (inc my boss) saying that they're not coming in to work also. Haha. This is why I love my day job.

As I was saying earlier, yeah... I think I'm having an affair with a married man. Wow. Another firsts box checked. Last Saturday, Dody finally asked me over to his place and we made love.

I've known Dody for 20 days now (inc. today) and last Saturday after that love-ly episode, I ended up spaced and zoned out throughout the rest of the day. That night, at a concert that I had to attend, I finally burst and started crying at one of the songs.

I still find it mind-boggling how a man can have an emotional affair behind his wife. When I was at Dody's place, I saw the pretty framed pictures of him and his wife. Now I knw what Dody meant when he once before said, "One day you'll see the resemblance you have to my wife"... and its true. His wife and I looked like we could be sisters. Infact, I think his wife looks even better that me. But then again, those were his wedding pics from 7 years ago.

Oh yes, did I mention that I'm his 7-year-itch...?

WHY?? WHY?!!! How can a man bring himself to break that wedding vow?

Since I first met Dody, we've only met at his restaurant. I've been there about 4 to 5 times and even have my own special table. Table 60. We'd make out on his couch at the back of the dining area after closing time and I'ld come back like 3 in the morning everytime.

Dody is not a paying customer. More like a sugar daddy who feeds me well. Too well cos I'm putting on a bit of weight no thanks to the late night suppers. He makes the best coffee, showers me with chocolates, foots my cab bills and he checks up on my all the time. With Dody, I feel pretty loved and I enjoy his care and attention.

But after all that, as much as I promised not to judge... I still dont understand how a man can have the heart to bring another woman into the same bed where he and his wife makes love.

Dody says he loves me. But I'm already thinking of how I to get myself out of this. After Popeye, I've learnt my lesson. No love. Nooooo wayyy. Not again. L-O-V-E is just another word I'll never learn to pronounce.

On the downside, I havent been able to get much whoring done with Dody around. Wait. I've only done the Geologist guy and Popeye... yeah, I think that was it.

If I ever have to get rated, I'ld probably be one of the poorly rated whores who fails terribly when it comes to emotions. To date, I've revealed my identity to 2 men - Popeye and Dody. *sighs*

Anw, end of the month is looming. Time for the 'Fifth Wave'... new pictures, new name... still wondering if I should get a new number cos I might lose my regulars. *would have met up with another regular this morning if not for Aunt Mary who is in town :P Then again, I'm pretty relieved when 'she' visits*

Reminder to self: Meeting a 30-something italiano this week.... looking forward to that.

Verdict: Time to move on from Dody. I will miss him but I'll survive.

Boggled and B*witched

2.42am

I really should be getting my beauty sleep by now but I've just got alot on my mind.

I'm just a lil boggled after being approached by a few married men. Dody, is one of them. He confessed that I'm his 7 year itch.

Dody celebrated his 7th wedding anniversary yesterday and while he was on a dinner date with his wife, he actually slipped me a text message.

I mean, what's up with these married men? What is your wife there for? Go and fuck them 'lah! I'm not complaining cos for us, at the end of the day, its just the cash that we're after. But to cheat on your wife?! To betray the matrimonial vow? Man...

This, will be one of the reasons why I will not marry. Period.

p/s: Got a phone call from a fella just nw. I have a strict no phone call rule. So if my phone rings (obviously men are stupid and don't follow instructions) usually what I would do is, I'ld pick up the phone and wait for them to say 'hello' first. 99% of the time, they LOSE me at 'hello'. From their 'hello', I can tell if its a cikopek-uncle, a bleak malay mat or a bangla.

But today, I received a call from this fella with a really hot-man voice. My natural response is to hang up but this time, after I hung up on him, I actually called him back. *lol*

The fella spoke in full sentences. Decent english. Nice low-tone. I took the chance to flirt with him a little but kept it short. The name's Andy. Hmm, but you know what they say about a guy with a nice voice. They're usually ugly. But what the heck, if Andy can afford me, he'll be back. I really hope he does *cross my fingers* Cos I'm totally bewitched.

xoxo