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{ If you're brave to say 'good bye', life will reward you with a new 'hello' }

{ Sometimes our vision clears only after our eyes are washed away with tears. }

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.

{ Fall in love }

{ Watch me. }

{ Yes, you're worth it. Screw what they say. }

{ Life is too short }

{ How to have a lovely day... }

{ Don't be a woman that needs a man. Be a woman a man needs. }

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

Eduardo, Eduardo, Eduardo

12.30am

Just got back about half an hour ago. Forcing my eyes to sleep cos I've gotta wake up early for work tomorrow but they just wont shut. My head feels like exploding cos there's so many things I wanna blog about but have been too busy. I'm addicted to my blog. Shit.

Ok first things first... Went to watch 'Social Network' just now and throughout the entire movie, I think I forgot to blink and all that came out from my mouth abt every 10 mins was - fuck. It was soooo mind blowing and I forgot how I am so turned on by smart, intelligent men (and boys). Men with vision. Men with ideas. Men who are passionate about their work. Gosh, it's veryyy sexy. Just makes me wanna grab 'em by the tie and fuck 'em on their big messy desk. *erks, but that's gonna fall under a different movie rating*

Then when I got home, yesterday's Sunday Times screamed out to me andddd.... that's another reason why I can't sleep now. I saw the article yesterday, but was too busy to go read it (you'll know the reason soon).

Eduardo Saverin is living in Singapore!!!

Of ALL countries in the world, Eduardo Saverin picked The Humble Little Red Dot. Omg, I'm living on the same island as Eduardo Saverin. We're breathing the same hazy air! *Groupie alertttt*. Just thinking about it makes my heart beat triple-fast... and dizzy... and almost breathless. I think if I ever meet him face-to-face, I will cry. Not cos he's cute, I've seen cuter. But cos he's smartttttttt and it's such a turn on (ok, stop hyper-ventilating already). Did someone say Butter Factory? *grin grin grin*

Remember the French guy I fucked for my birthday, Jacques? See, I really think that sex with someone with an opinion, and who knows his shit, is way more enjoyable. It's the whole mental-arousal thing that makes me cum in excitement, throws me into a fit of brain-orgasms and leaves the deepest impression.

If I ever had to choose between a smart guy with ambition who is not rich but trying his best till his big break vs. the guy who is a rich brat with loads of money but has the intelligence of a spitoon, I'll definitely go for the smart guy. Cos, money - everyone has money. Money will run out. But if you're smart, you're priceless. The amount of ideas that you can come up with, and it only takes ONE fantabulous idea, which will be your legacy and outlive you. If you only have money, what's the use if you dunno what to do with it. Spend on prostitutes? *oops* Spend it on me, and I'll make sure it'll be a worthwhile investment ;)

Anw, I've just cut that Sunday Times article and pasted it on my door. *swooooon*

Gonna pen my next post now (I'm so gonna regret this in the morning) but will schedule each to be posted over the next few days. Watch this space if you wanna find out whatever happened to Mr. Schuester *looks down, shakes head*. Till then, I'll leave you with the warm smile of Eduardo... wait, come to think about it, he kinda look like that guy I fucked 2 weeks ago. Hmmm...

p/s: Btw, Eduardo Saverin is the co-founder of Facebook.

Safety First

I've been pretty busy lately with my final semester projects and have been spending alot of time either at school or finishing assisgnments at home. But I'm happy-busy, not resentful busy. Kinda glad I joined this course as it allows me to be around like-minded friends and even have a tight clique to go to lunch with. It has also reminded me that hey, life is so full of exciting things to do. It is not ALL about work, not ALL about broken-hearts, not ALL about sex, nor is it all about ME. Going back to school has kinda given my head a breather and focus on something else (like my studies).

Any, I have today all to myself (submitted my final project yesterday *pheww*) and I'm blogging from the national library (can u believe it?) cos my lappy is down with virus (getting it fixed). Today has been both relaxing and stressful cos earlier today I had gone to collect my medical examination results.

Did I mention I've been offered a full-time job? :) *yam sengggg to me!!!*

That is why I've had to go for a pre-employment medical check-up last week and phewwwwww - my results are clear!!!*yamm sengggggg again!!!*

I am officially, what they say - clean and disease-free. Hahah.

But I was pretty tense while waiting for the results cos considering what I do, you never know what could come up. So this has also reminded me that I hate this anxious-panic so I must must apply a strict, if not rigid, 'Safety First' motto. Condoms are a must (I totally hate the 'oh shit, what if I'm pregnant' scare) and there'll be no two ways around it. I must remember to take care of myself cos if the damage is done, it'll be irreversible and I will NOT take the risk.

I know that I won't whore forever. Since going back to school, I'm been reminded of my true potentials and I know that there are so much more in this world I would like to do. I believe that I am made for bigger things (not just for a bigger cock). Maybe someday I'll find a solution to stop child prostituition all around the world. Maybe I might travel to third world countries and educate them about contraceptives and STDs. Or I could inspire other BBWs to be sexually confident and be a BBW Sex Guru or something. Pretty ironic, I'ld say, but you never know - nothing is impossible. And impossible is nothing.

xoxo.

Cockamamie

(Word of the day courtesy of Van and Div - Cockamamie: absurd and outlandish)

Only got 5 mins. Let's make it fast.

So far my week has been good. Yesterday was my first day back in the classroom. I'm taking a short module in business studies and it was refreshing to be able to meet new people (in class, that is). I'm also feeling a tad more inspired and some words from the lecturer really motivated me (in more ways than one).

Here's some take-away...
- A good business plan is when people want to throw money at you.
(Ouh... I totally get that. Literally.Can relate)

- In whatever circumstances, there are always opportunites.
(you bet!)

- Be fearless. Not reckless.
(I AM fearless. Maybe too much. And reckless too - with my own heart)

- Customers pay for value.
(of course. 1 hr/ 2 shots, 3 shots? value for money babyyyyy!!!)

- You want money? You work. Earn all you can.
You don't work hard... someone else will take your place.

- Go Big, or Go Home!
(*lol*)

And today I have a job attachment (a real job at a decent establishment. What did you think?) and I'm really looking forward to this. I remember what the lecturer said... "Don't paralyse yourself. Move forward."... and I shall.

Wish me luck guys...!

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