D-escort blog

This is real! French 1880′s. One size fits all, haha. Note the holes for extra comforting sweat release. Not sure if there’s a hole on the end for easy-peezy weeing though.

 I had a call recently asking..
‘Is that Heather?’ .. so I said yes..
and then he just shouted,
‘You’re a slut!’ and put the fone down.
As if I didn’t know that, haha!
So I logged him into my fone as ‘imaslut’.
He called back a few days later and I missed the call!
I wanted to answer and shout ‘I’m a slut!’ and put the fone down, and I never got to have the fun of doing it, damn.

Funny how some people think that calling you names will have some detrimentral effect on you? I thought my confidence of life choice was rather evident..mind you, he probably didn’t read my blog (maybe some of the words were too big to understand, haha)

I have also had a recent text…’you are a fucking prostitute’

And? So I text him back..’correction, I am a fucking rich prostitute’

I wish I had thought of this line from Mistress Mattisse -’We are all prostitutes, I just make more money than you’

I’m sure that annoyed him! His futile attempt! I do like feeling superior! (I’m not rich by the way, comfy maybe)

Honestly, I do find this funny, but do worry about education today. I mean, no adult would bother wasting 2mins/10p on a text..it makes me wonder about sex education these days, the perceptions of what I choose to be or just do.  Double standards, but men say  ‘Oh if I was a woman, I’d be doing it.’ We ladies have the advantage of being able to do it, and real successful male escorts are very thin on the ground.

I know it will always be ‘wrong’ in some peoples eyes, but the level of education of these people in particular..they are the stereotypes who are expected to be involved in ‘this’. If we were in the same workplace in civvie st, I would probably be their boss. You can lead a horse to water..

I wonder what their parents are like.

Mind you..YOU are probably wondering what my parents are like! Well my dad will never know because he died when I was 19, and my mum would be horrified at the knowledge that I have had sex with more than one man.

I rarely get this twaddle, but feel honoured to be chosen by the texters, they obviously think about me when they’re alone at night..they are awake, and I sleep easy. I may dream about You..

To a new found fave blog, quite a gripping read, I’m really getting into it..

www.peridotash.com

http://royalcourttheatre.libsyn.com/

I saw the ‘rough cut’ of this play ‘The Girlfriend Experience’ last year, and now the full length version is playing at The Royal Court Theatre in Sloane Square in Chelsea..the dialogue is entirely made up of conversations within a real life parlour/brothel.

This is the podcast, have a listen. All details are on the site, so try and make it if you can.

I went to see it last night and it was really good, very funny at parts.

I was waiting outside the theatre for a certain Miss and caught sight of one Jeffrey Archer going in too. He did look at me several times and just a moment too long each time! I wonder if I was familiar for some reason..hehe.

 

Alerting you to a new addition on my blogroll, www.malehealth.co.uk

I was told that the graffiti tunnel has been sprayed over again, so my Dollymopp stencil is gone! Good job I got some pics. Haha, bet you thought the title was me retiring! I have a way with words don’t I? Don’t worry, I will never be retiring, never ever!  

Well!!!

I have been to hell n high water, not Kansas as implied..

To J, I am so sorry! Will explain later..not bad stuff, just inconvenient and nuisance worthy.

I lost my purse, no money in it really, a few pounds, but my cards, my cards, my lifelines.

All of your life stops, bank, cancel cards, scream, eat cakes, scream, drink coffee, no fone top ups, can’t text , can’t fone, all things to fix, when do they close etc.

BORING huh..

Ach well, here I am now, so what were you saying?

Oh yeah, why the Dollygirl shoes?

This house stuff, oh still tackling the mountain of that…and needed a hammer..I have one you know, but glamorous me..couldn’t find it, so a silver glittery shoe with a suitable heel took second place to the ironmonger’s finest. Any new renovations have been hammered in with a beautiful glam shoe heel, how ostentatious of me, hehe. I was laughing and thinking of Wizards and Catherine Tate skits..Classic me! What am I like! (you need to see her show to get that vibe)

People hammer nails in with hammers, only I have to have drag queen shoes for the job.

The nails are in ok too, I promise. Nothing is going to fall on your head, well except me, maybe.

I keep meaning to tell you about this, www.danslenoir.com

I really want to go, but I don’t think it should be with a boy, I have visions of me becoming quite upset at experiencing what blind people deal with every day. The DANS LE NOIR exp is eating in complete darkness, served by blind waiting staff.

They will be my eyes.

I am sure they will be having a good giggle at us missing our mouths etc, saying  ’Oops, sorry, just stabbed you with my fork there’, but what a concept..DANS LE NOIR do have affiliations with approved societies.

The cuisine gets bad reviews..but I’m not really going for that am I?

Hurricane Dolly was a tropical cyclone that made landfall in extreme southern Texas in July of 2008. Dolly was the fourth tropical cyclone and second hurricane to form during the 2008 Atlantic hurricane season. She was the first U.S. landfalling hurricane of the season. Dolly developed on July 20 from an area of disturbed weather in association with a strong tropical wave. It was named Dolly at the same time it formed—skipping the tropical depression phase entirely as the precursor wave already had tropical storm-force winds. This marked the earliest time a fourth named cyclone has formed since the 2005 season, which holds the record.

And you thought I was away fixing up my house…

Actually, this is what’s happening when I’m having an orgasm. Yeah, be jealous!

 

 

So now you know! An email from a nice boy resulted in this discovery, and I thought I would enlighten you.

There are several slightly different variations of the meaning, but considering when we read the papers these days, I think that in time, more sinister meanings will be added to the list. The young trigger happy idiots mowing down others every day, are someone’s sons, and so are their victims.