2007
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In common with a lot of others on here I haven't sat down and done a blog for a while,i've been busy with other things.......yes contrary to general belief I do have other hobbies apart from my occasional little trysts with one of the small circle of ladies who have helped to lead me astray over the past couple of years..............b ut a couple of weeks ago I made a trip down to London that certainly warrants me taking time out to write about.
I hadn't met a new lady for quite a while, as I was more than happy to occasionally hook--er up with any one of the lovely ladies i'd seen before, when funds and the time/excuse permitted, but I had been attracted by the sense of humour of a new lady who had just started posting on the Punterlink forums/blogs and we started to exchange pm's and emails......she sounded great fun, and when she sent me a couple of pics which had this old dog sratching holes in the carpet with his back legs I just knew I had to meet her......So we arranged a 'date' for a Sunday afternoon in London, and I booked a nice hotel in Shaftesbury Avenue......it was chucking it down with rain when she arrived at my hotel, so it was a good job Chinatown was just around the corner as we had decided to have a meal in a nice chinese restaurant there that I had previously been to, and then afterwards retire back to the hotel for dessert.....we had been joking about what fun we could have with cherries and whipped cream, so for a laugh unknown to my lady friend I had bought a can of cream and had secreted it away in the mini-bar fridge, but couldn't find any cherries to go with it anywhere........Oh well, it looked like it would have to be just whipped cream then, and the thought of that was going through my mind as we finished our meal......bet she wondered why I had a silly grin on my face....... If the waiter in the chinese restaurant had asked me if I wanted any dessert I think I would have been rolling on the floor with laughter, as I would have had to answer "Yes, but not here", but thankfully the place was busy and they were in a rush to get us out, which was just as well because I was pretty eager to get back to the hotel.......too eager in fact because one thing soon led to another and I never even got round to squirting that whipped cream anywhere, despite finding a couple of cherries that were crying out to be covered in it.
To top it all, when I checked out of the hotel the next morning I forgot all about the can of whipped cream in the fridge.......I bet it brought a wry smile to the maids face when she serviced the room which had been occupied by a single male gent, to discover condoms in the waste bin and a can of whipped cream in the mini-bar. lol.........But not half as big a smile as the one that was on my face the previous evening when my lady friend had finished with me.
My circle of friends seems to be getting bigger.
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General Blog Category: Client's Experiences
Added on: 03/22/07 20:08
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I'd never visited Amsterdam before and when a delightful lady asked me before Christmas if I would like to accompany her on a trip there for a weekend sometime in the new year I thought she was joking......but when it transpired she was deadly serious, and was not looking for a rich sugar daddy (which I am most definately not) to pay for her to have a weekend in a luxury five star hotel and return home with a big fat four figure fee tucked safely into her suspender belt.....I jumped at the chance, even if still a little bewildered as to why she had asked me of all people, and I quickly sorted out a couple of cheap flights and a 'dodgy hotel' which was right in the heart of the red light district......someth ing we both found quite amusing.....talk about taking coal to Newcastle.
I arrived on the Friday evening armed with fish and chips and a couple of bottles of wine, taking her up on the kind offer she'd made to let me stay at her place (which was closer to the airport we were flying from), to save me travelling in the middle of the night as we had a very early flight on the Saturday morning.....we didn't get to bed until the early hours though as we sat drinking the wine and nattering about Amsterdam....she had been once before and was hopefully going to steer me away from all the dodgy areas.....fat chance of that as she turned out to be as fascinated by the red light area and the window girls as I was.
We got to the airport in plenty of time the following morning, and not for the first time recently I nearly had to travel without my companion, as she looked nothing like the photo in her passport and had a hard job convincing passport control that it really was her.....you ladies and your changing hair colour/styles, I wonder why you bother to have a photo taken in the first place......you all look different a few days later.....not a problem for us bald guys. lol
We arrived at our 'dodgy' hotel which was only a five minute walk from the main railway station in the centre of Amsterdam well before midday, but could not check in until 2.00pm so we left our bags and went a stroll through the red light district which was literally just round the corner.......wow! what an eye opener, but more about that in a minute.....my 'friend' had told me to leave all the talking to her when checking in to the hotel as she would charm us a nice room.....we had read in reviews on the hotel that some rooms were without windows either being below ground level or at the back of the hotel, and the best rooms had windows which overlooked the canal at the front of the hotel......her request for a room overlooking the canal was greeted with what I suppose is the standard response of ' i'll see what I can do ', and when asked if we would like twin beds or a double her reply requesting the latter prompted the receptionist to give me a wry smile....or perhaps it was a smirk......anyway it did the trick and we had a lovely room with two large windows overlooking the canal, suddenly ' hotel dodgy ' looked a lot less dodgy...in fact it was not too bad at all for the money, and included a buffet breakfast served in the Irish pub next door, which although only basic did set you up for the rest of the days sightseeing.....or in our case window shopping in the red light district.
I could not believe how many red light window girls were plying their trade, there were hundreds of them, all shapes and sizes, colours and nationalities, from old hags to page three models...... I had been told to expect to be shocked but wasn't prepared for this......I can understand why Amsterdam is a very popular place for guys on stag parties or in groups just intent on having a 'fuckfest' weekend away.......Although some of the girls looked disinterested it seemed more to do with the fact that the majority of people strolling about were just voyeurs and not actually buying, rather than them being forced into offering horinzontal services.....the vast majority of the girls had inticing smiles and were certainly giiving out plenty of 'come on' signals to try and lure any prospective punters into their little bedrooms, ans some of them were gorgeous.....the only thing I found disturbing was that a lot of the girls were very very young.
We certainly had a laugh wandering round though, even if most of the laughs were at my expense.....my lady friend was intent on getting me fixed up with an old hag.....continual comments like " look at her, and don't you fancy her?" pointing to ladies who were old enough to be my mother......and then there were the drug pushers on every corner, who seemed to think I may have a problem 'getting it up', and because I had an attractive lady on my arm who was obviously not my daughter, tried to sell me viagra all the time.....cheeky buggers, if they hadn't been so big i'd have thumped them......The only downside was the weather which was almost continual rain the whole time we were there, forcing us to take repeated refreshment breaks in some of the many bars and coffee shops.....trouble was you came out of the coffee shops feeling as high as a kite without even having a smoke or a slice of 'space muffin cake', such was the heavy smoke filled atmosphere in those places....or maybe they put something into my hot chocolate. lol......we also took shelter from the rain in some of the many sex shops......now my daughter has just started hosting Ann Summers parties to earn herself a little extra cash, she would have made herself a fortune with some of the stuff for sale in those shops.....The lovely lady I took to Barcelona last October took her rampant rabbit with her....think she must have thought the same about me as those drug pushers.....well some of the toys on sale here would have put her rampant rabbit to shame big time, they've got some here that would make an elephant wince.
The laughs continued, my Amsterdam lady bought herself some different coloured wigs as she fancied the idea of me taking some photos of her in skimpy costumes posing in the hotel bedroom window a la red light window girls style......Freyda I think I called her when trying to prove those viagra selling drug pushers wrong......Two guys in the apartment block opposite, on the other side of the narrow canal must have thought it was their birthday as she posed in the window for those pics, I thought they were going to fall into the canal in their quest to get a better look ...she liked the black wig she'd bought so much that on the Saturday night she decided to go out wearing it to see if she could disprove the blondes have more fun theory......it suited her actually, and she did have fun......but she cheated and wore a low cut top that attracted all the attention......so it proved nothing!.....her hair could have been sky blue pink and nobody would have noticed.
This guy outside one of the live sex show theatres tried to entice us in.......I think he thought watching it was about as close as I would get to live sex.....we stood talking to him for quite a while, as my lady friend was firing questions at him about the Amsterdam sex scene and the window girls earning's potential....which reminds me Freyda if you read this....you still owe me a fiver from that bet we had when we sat in that bar watching those five window girls, and I bet you none of them would have a customer in the next half hour, and they didn't.....come on pay up!.....We walked by the same live sex show theatre the following evening and the same guy was on duty outside, she was minus her black wig this time but he recognised her and came running up to us.....She said "blimey he recognised me and last night I had that wig on"....I knew it wasn't her hair he was looking at!.......minutes later we were having a short guided tour of the area by one of the local pimps.....think he quite fancied having Freyda on his books as one of the girls he 'looks after'......we spent quite a bit of time sitting having a drink watching the girls in their windows wondering how long a guy gets to spend with them for his 50 euros, and how many guys they see in a day.....but the truth was even the really attractive ones didn't seem to be doing too much business, so i'd hate to think how busy the old hags were.....I know it's not nice of me to use the 'hag' word to describe them, they are probably quite nice albeit rather elderly ladies ......but I think the drug pushers with their apparent huge stocks of viagra would have been needed if one had managed to drag me into her window......with my lady friend pushing me in as well no doubt.
All in all a thoroughly enjoyable weekend in Amsterdam, with good company, good food and wine including a lunchtime picnic in the room after buying fresh baked bread and assorted sandwich fillings from the local supermarket which we had to spread without a knife... washed down with a couple of cold beers....think I enjoyed that the best.....shows how easily i'm pleased.
So boys when you next visit Amsterdam, and the lady you choose says her name is Freyda....she could either have blonde, black or pink hair....ask her if she can sing 2 lips from Amsterdam.....if she can please inform me....then I'll know she has gone back and hired one of those red light windows......she says she doesn't read the forums or blogs.....I don't think i'll tell her i've posted this little story.
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General Blog Category: Client's Experiences
Added on: 02/21/07 13:48
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I've clocked up a couple of firsts since my last blog a month ago.....A first ever visit to a parlour and a short trip to a city i've always wanted to visit......the parlour visit was on my way home from the Country Manor House Hotel where I had met my buxom modern day Lady Chatterley, we had been talking about the escort scene in general, and although she confessed to having no first hand knowledge of the parlour scene she imagined it would be little different from visiting a lady who was on tour doing incalls from a city centre hotel, an experience that she knew only too well was fresh in my memory.....to be honest I think she wanted me to try a parlour so that I could tell her all about it, and in a funny way she helped finance my visit because she insisted that I complain about the poor room service we had received, something I would probably not otherwise have done, which resulted in my hotel bill being reduced, and me with money in my pocket that I didn't expect to have........the previous evening's room service of the non-food variety although leaving me exhausted, had also induced a very good nights sleep, so I set off home the following morning feeling quite refreshed, and surprisingly quite horny........there's something about good sex that makes you hungry for more, so whether it was the thoughts of the previous evenings delightful romp with Lady C which were still spinning around in my head or the money burning a hole in my pocket I don't know, but before I knew it I was calling the number of a parlour i'd remembered storing in my phone ages ago, and was making an half-hour appointment.
I was ushered to a nice room where I was soon joined by my chosen lady, refreshing drink in hand which was most welcome after my longish journey....she was a mature blonde in her late thirties, very friendly and chatty which I wasn't expecting, she asked me how I knew about the parlour and if I was in the area on business.....when I told her the story behind my visit she burst out laughing, which was a good way to break the ice, and I had a most enjoyable half hour with a lovely lady which was in no way cold or clinical as I imagined it would be.......although only there for a short time which I found strange, I never felt rushed in any way, and stayed well over the half hour as she was in no rush to shove me out the door as we chatted away afterwards........La dy C you have a lot to answer for in leading me astray.
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General Blog Category: Client's Experiences
Added on: 02/20/07 09:11
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My little excursion down south to the 18th century manor house hotel that my lady had suggested I book was a great laugh.....I like to have fun and a laugh with interesting and intelligent ladies, and this lady is all of that and more...... she does not live far away and said how nice this hotel was, but thought it might be a bit pricey .......however it was on Laterooms.com at a vastly reduced price so I went ahead and booked......I had been looking forward to being Lord of the Manor all week, as although I had stayed in a couple of nice London hotels recently, this manor house would be by far the best...I just hoped it wouldn't be too posh for someone who is not too comfy in a collar and tie and has a broad midlands accent, and with that in mind we had a late change of plan away from eating in the stuffed shirt dining room, and decided to opt for something simple from room service like a nice steak or prawn salad instead of Guinea fowl "en crepinette" with mediterranean vegetables and rosemary polenta in the restaurant.
I arrived at the hotel about 5pm and on checking in confirmed that myself and the business colleague I had arranged to meet would be able to have a meal from room service later, as we had rather a lot of work to do, as boring as that may seem on a Sunday evening, and were planning on having a working supper.......I don't know how I kept a straight face, but I did, and was informed that it would be no problem, as long as you order before 10pm Sir......great I thought, as I wandered off to find my room, i'd got a couple of hours to chill out a little after the journey and have a shower and get ready to greet her at 7ish as agreed......the room was lovely large and spacious, and my naughty eyes lit up at the sight of the King/Queen sized bed.....i'm never sure which is the bigger of those two, but this was big believe me, so big I was worried in case they were expecting us to share it with another two couples.....then I went into the bathroom......it was bigger than my bedroom at home....you could have had a dance in there....a tango sprang to mind! lol......and the answer to your next question is....'no comment'......so far so good.....I phoned my lady to let her know i'd arrived and she said she'd meet me in the reception/lounge/lob by area between 7-7.30pm, so with that all sorted I flopped on the bed to have a little nap for half an hour......as I lay on my back on the bed I happened to glance up.....Oh my god!.....chandeliers .....I hope she doesn't expect me to swing from them!....those days are long gone.
We had been laughing all week in the build up to it, about how I was going to feel like Lord of the Manor and she was going to be Lady Chatterley, and as we had had a real laugh on a previous meeting with a little role play this hotel was going to be the perfect setting for something similar.....At 7.20pm I went down to reception to await my Lady C.....by 8.00pm still no sign of her.....blimey was I going to get stood up again....I knew there was no chance of that and hoped she hadn't had an accident......but then to my relief she waltzes in very apologetic, apparently just as she was leaving home two friends arrived unannounced and she couldn't tell them she was off out to be a modern day horizontal Lady C.....and then to top it off the sat nav that was a present from a lovely kind gent.....well they were her words.....they certainly weren't mine.....had took her to Tesco's......I thought you knew where this hotel was I said.....wasn't sure in the dark was the reply......and she's not even blonde!
Anyway she was here now and I had quite enjoyed myself sitting in the large reception area watching all the eye candy arrive dressed up to the nines for the staff party that was being held that evening, and very nice too they were.......so by the time we got up to our room I was feeling quite frisky, and I remembered that I owed her one from the last time we had met when she had left me with an expression on my face akin to the one Oliver Twist had when he was holding out his empty gruel bowl......and we'd better make best use of that bed before we were asked to share it with half a dozen others.
By 9pm we had worked up quite an appetite, so after a quick glance at the menu I was on the phone for a nice meal from room service, only to be told that all the chefs had already gone to the staff party and we could only have sandwiches......well not happy, but beggars can't be choosers so we had to settle for that.....they couldn't even get that right and it looked as if they had been pinched from the staff party buffet.....I am not normally the complaining type, but Lady C insisted that I did, I agreed to do it when I checked out in the morning, and we made the best of it.......make sure you do she said, so in the morning when I paid my bill I spoke to the manager and told him my business colleague was not very happy that she didn't get a full service last night, and that room service could only provide sandwiches when I had been promised a proper meal, and couldn't even rustle up a bowl of chips.....he was apologetic and removed the room service element from my bill....... but my ladies insistence that I did complain only got me into more trouble on the way home, as I had money in my pocket that i didn't expect to have.....but that's another story!
After eating our sandwiches it was time for this modern day Lady Chatterley to seduce her new fictitious chauffeur, (well I didn't fancy being Mellors the gardener) the appropriately named Hywel Loveitt, who had driven Lady C to the Manor House for her clandestine meeting with the Right Honourable Willie Shagwell......how we both kept straight faces i'll never know, as Hywel Loveitt asked Lady C if there was anything else she wanted before he left.......I won't tell you what reply she had to say, and after that it was all ad lib......but she definately got her wish.......we were both in pieces afterwards.....I think the older I get the sillier I get.
We were both still giggling when it was time for my lady to leave, and I was soon in a deep slumber.....well it's hard work driving that Bentley when you've got such a sexy employer as Lady C. .......I woke up about 7 the next morning, the noise from the other rooms woke me up and i realised you could hear every word spoken in the adjoining rooms.......I wonder what my neighbours thought when they saw a single guy emerge from room 28.......perhaps they thought I was both visually impaired and hard of hearing, and had been listening to one of my talking books with the volume turned up loud.....do they have male and female actors reading the respective parts in those books?.......well they do in the two i've got, xxx ones entitled "I owe you one from last time" and "Oh Lady Chatterley"
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General Blog Category: Client's Experiences
Added on: 01/24/07 10:54
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After my first planned adventure of the year ended with the disappointment of a last minute cancellation, that left me with a slightly empty feeling of a different kind to the one I was hoping for, it was nice to be able to fall back on an old friend......So instead of starting 2007 off with a visit to a new lady, it was a very familiar smile that greeted me as I opened the door of my hotel room.......There is something about the anticipation of waiting in an hotel room for that knock on the door that gets the pulse racing, even when you know who you are about to open the door to......and this particular lady I knew very well as she was the blonde who took my escort virginity in this country almost two years ago.......I hadn't seen her for three months so it was lovely to see that smile of hers again......it is one of those smiles that says it all, and she doesn't really need to add the words she likes to use often "Who me?...I'm all sweet and innocent".
That expression is quite a big turn on actually because we both know damn well that she is far from that, and after she found out I had been let down, and she'd said "Oh, I am second choice then now", she proceeded for the next three hours as if to prove a point, to show me how far removed from sweet and innocent she was.......I was wondering if I would recover in time for my planned trip to a lovely 18th century Manor House the following week......I don't normally have two adventures so close together, as finances dictate that I have to spread them out a liitle, but that cancellation threw the timetable out of the window, and left me hoping I would be able to play the Lord of the Manor to my lovely Lady Chatterley the following weekend......didn't want to have to call on Mellor's the gardener to entertain Lady C......he get's enough from what I can remember of the book.......don't forget it was banned when it first came out, and I could only get to quickly read the juicy bits on the dog eared pages behind the school bike sheds!
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Added on: 01/24/07 05:20
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My last blog of 2006 some three weeks ago ended with this statement.....2007 is going to start with me seeing my first new lady for a very long while......me and my big mouth, might have known something would go wrong.....I had arranged to meet the lady whose humour and personality had jumped out at me from the pc screen at 1pm, and I was just about to have a shower and start to get ready when my phone beeped with a text message........I never thought for one minute it would be her, and even when I saw her name appear I thought she was just texting to make sure everything was okay......so you can imagine the sinking feeling when I read those dreaded words " i'm sorry"......she had woke up with a stinking cold and was going to have to cancel.....she was very apologetic and even texted me back a couple more times...... I assured her it was no problem as these things do happen, and we agreed to re-arrange another time.....It left me with a strange feeling though, as I was all revved up with nowhere to go, and it was the first time something like this had happened to me.
I didn't want to rush into something I might regret later, so I just wrote the day off and put it down to bad luck......not the best of ways to start off 2007, but I suppose it can only get better......and it looks as if it is doing just that......getting better....but more about that later.
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Added on: 01/18/07 18:16
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