Hi Peeps

Unlike me. No, I’m far from easy, but the more cheeky the woman the more fun, right?  Just a quick ‘Bonjour’ on a beautiful sunny day. I told you the Summer would be back; us women are usually right!  Can’t stay for long, as I must go comfort my male friend who is still somewhat depressed about the England v USA result. Aaaah! Come let me comfort thee in my breast; it’s warm and snug there and all your goalkeeper misery will melt away!!

Enjoy the sun lovies

Hugs, Carolynn xx

Hello Peeps

I know it’s been raining all day but let’s just say it’s like the equivalent of Mother Nature getting her period today and she’s feeling crabby, so we all have to suffer. The sun will be back within 5 days I’m sure.

Just got back from a delightful afternoon to evening sitting in James’s* beautifully landscaped garden. It really is an oasis in the multitude of concrete jungles aka most inner cities. One of my favourite smells is the smell of fresh rain, especially when you’re sat in a garden watching the world go by. It was a very fitting end to an exquisite afternoon with James. I found his house easily (thanks for the great directions, mate), and I must say took my time about getting up the drive. It was one of those tree-lined ones, with an array of beautiful and colourful plants and shrubs all the way up to the front door.  A glass of chilled champagne awaited me after my drive, along with a sumptuous gift (the details of which shall remain private). We quickly settled in to our appointment as we got on so well right off the bat. There was yet another gift waiting on the four-poster bed when we’d walked the 1/2 mile to the bedroom, which is just as well as walking that far is not so funny in heels.

James, James, James  all I can say is that your god-given tongue was definately destined for more than just talking. I was going to tell you how he does what he does, but just like all Mother’s secret recipes, I could only tell you on pain of death!

We ended the evening with a tour of the ” pleasure palace” and a good old natter in the garden overlooking the lake, with the sounds of the country in the background. Well done you for building your own little oasis to get away from it all. It’s now on my list of things to do before I die; to visit your oasis again, but this time in the hot weather. I remember what you said about skinny dipping – you’re so  incorrigible!!

Thanks again James for a very memorable afternoon and evening, and it’s proof that there are some locations that the weather just cannot spoil. Have a safe journey to Monaco Sweetie and I look forward to meeting you again soon.

Hugs, Carolynn xx

Hey Gents & Gentesses

Sadly, yet again I  need to say a prayer for the families of the 3 women murdered by a misogynist. Yet again as the women worked as prostitutes, that is the word used to describe them. When will the majority of society get it; it was WHAT they did, not WHO they were. I’m not surprisingly saddened by the lurid coverage of the “seedy underworld” in which they dwelled, a common distraction from the fact that 3 human beings had their lives taken away from them and their families without their consent.  It’s a reminder to me that I’m grateful for the fact that I can practice safety and security measures that touch wood have so far kept me safe from such evils.

One of the biggest tragedies is that even when there appears to be a ‘sort of acceptance’ of the industry, the law still can’t resist making some form of an example of those unlucky enough to attract it’s attention, as in this case:

http://www.yorkshireeveningpost.co.uk/news/Judge-shows-mercy-to-Leeds.6291575.jp

“A good business model” said the judge, there were no problems with drink, drugs or antisocial behaviour, none of the staff were forced into working there and they operated a safe sex policy. Clearly, not all establishments are like that, but where the determination not to run your business like a Dickensian mill owner exists, it shows what can be achieved. Maybe that’s why they were spared jail? Seems like a backhanded sentence to me though; you’re cleaning up the streets, but you’re still panderers. IMO it’s about time we stopped pretending that the sex industry doesn’t exist and start offering the kind of protection that is customary in some  continental countries.

Suzanne Blamires, Shelley Armitage and Susan Rushworth; I hope you’re at peace now and hope your spirits soar. 

Hugs xx

Hey People

I know it’s been a while since I posted, but I feel like it’s time I sat my busy a*** down and penned something.

My latest adventure was with the lovely A*. Isn’t it amazing the impact a figure-hugging dress can have on someone? It’s funny that I would choose black & white bold stripes, as I’m not a black & white personality; life is definately various shades of grey. Nevertheless, it went down well with A, seeing his ebony escort from Leeds in a “here I am dress”. Chocolates, flowers and champagne again A – you bad boy! Now, the flowers and the champagne won’t make me fat, but the chocolate – “yum yum, but not on my bum.” That’s the calories, not anything else you mucky-minded people might be thinking -lol! 

I didn’t get to wear the purple set this time, but I promise it will be draped over my lithe limbs next time we meet! Thanks also for the compliment Sweetie; bubbly and intoxicating – me likeee.

Ciao until next time. xx

Good Evening Readers

Have just finished watching the last part of the 3-part BBC1 documentary called Five Daughters. It tells the dramatised story of the five women murdered in Ipswich in 2006. For once I’m relieved to say, there was no sensationalism, no lurid salivating over these working girls who somehow ‘deserved their fate’.  Rather, the programme told the story from the viewpoint of the victims and their families.

It’s so refreshing for a programme maker to finally appreciate that there’s a story behind how many women become addicted to drugs, which very often stems from a place of abject misery. To then be exploited by pimps and/or dealers, steered into prostitution and lead into a life of inevitable exploitation and hopelessness, is not something I can ignore.  To further be judged and vilified by society is indicative of an overwhelming sense of injustice that is all too common these days.

So, this post is in memory of the five human beings whose lives were wickedly cut short. May they rest in peace and may we all remember “There but for the grace of God go I!”

Carolynn xx

Thank you A for your lovely gift.  Purple really suits me I’ve decided, but you obviously already knew that with your excellent choice of gift. I also learnt something about the difference between French champagne and Spanish Cava – same thing, but only the grapes from the said French region have the right to the title! Oh well, champagne still feels better!  Enjoy the lovely Spring weather! See you soon, Hugs Carolynn xx

Hey Lovers

Sorry I haven’t been about much lately, life just gets in the way sometimes. I also had too nice a time on my Easter break and it’s been hard to get back into things. The lovely Richard* helped me get back in the swing of things though. Impeccably dressed gentleman Richard made an appointment to see me again recently, and as always he was beautifully turned out, this time in a dark blue three-piece suite – oooohh! After a long drive up from down South, it was a pleasure to help him unwind and relax.

Chocolates, Red roses and wine again was the ‘spoil me’ treat of the day, but my dear Richard it will be all your fault when my assets will no longer fit into your hands!

Thanks for the text the following day and I agree;  it was a special evening!! I hope your meeting went well the next day and hopefully you’re still smiling. PS keep hold of those cufflinks!! Hugs X

Why oh why, do these losers insist on ringing us professional ebony courtesans and asking to see us for half an hour? Which bit of my site screams “I want you to come over within the next hour for a bargain basement frolick for 30 minutes?” I guess it’s one of the crosses we have to bear. Another thing that bemuses me is how some callers expect me to justify why I only see one client a day. That’s one of the main reasons I became an independent, so that I could set my own timetable. Mind you, I guess I shouldn’t expect anyone who can’t even be bothered to speak to me politely on the phone to give a toss  (pun intended) about respecting boundaries.

Rant over, I’m now off to Waitrose to grab something for dinner; what joy. I think I might go wearing my Louboutin shoes, my overcoat and nothing else! That’s a sure fire way to sexy up a dull shopping trip. So if you see an ebony girl in an overcoat and black patent leather Louboutins rifling through the organic veg in Waitrose, just give us a cheeky wink. Night night, Hugs Carolynn xx

Hello Boys

Sorry I’ve not been around much lately I know, but as it does life has a habit of keeping you busy, busy, busy… I wasn’t too busy to meet up with my latest discerning gentleman though. Trey* (not his real name) and I have met twice before, and this time he was as delightful as ever to spend time with. He arrived in his vintage car complete with blush pink vintage cava and a compact and bijou box of chocolates. You’re so lucky you’re such good fun Trey, as bringing a girl a box of chocolates that size is usually a sure fire way to get yourself a damn good thrashing (actually you might enjoy that).

I must concede though that the chocolates didn’t exactly get consumed in the regular way!

It never fails to amaze me how much better chocolate tastes when it’s been hastened past it’s melting point by contact with skin and a tongue – it brings a whole new meaning to the term hot chocolate!! When you then mix it with blush vintage cava, it sends your taste buds on a rocket trip – you should try it sometime!

I met Trey at the door in the lovely lingerie and seamed stocking he’d gifted to me at the end of his last visit. It fits perfectly, and really accentuates my assets, and who says men can’t choose elegantly sexy lingerie? Oh but the seamed stockings Trey, boy do they make my legs look  so elegantly sexy (even though I say it myself), particularly so with the sheer material against ebony skin.  I really can see what all the fuss is about.  I even wore them to do my mundane shopping in Waitrose (after washing them of course).

Trey, it was a pleasure to see you again as always, and thank you so much for the consultancy work you did for me; I hope to reward you somehow in the future. Oh, and apologies for the make-up, that stuff can be a bugger to get out. Until we meet again – forever yours xxx

Must dash, I have a date with one of those new Crunchie cookies; I guess I better find some way to work it off Hugs, Carolynn

Bonjour Mon petit cher,

I must share the latest encounter of an ebony courtesan with you my inquisitive followers. Being a city girl and all, I don’t venture out into the country much, partly because I don’t fancy getting my ride stuck in a ditch, and partly because all that silence is too deafening for someone who has so much going on in their head.

So, it was with a little trepidation that I took this appointment at first, but as it turns out it was well worth the journey. After travelling about 10 miles out of Leeds, along some unlit single track roads, across some train tracks I soon arrive at the omnipresent local pub. We met there because navigating unlit single track roads is soooo not my bag and I would definitely have got lost.

I was tempted to nip in for a swift one, but from the outside it had the look of The Slaughtered Lamb about it (for those of you that don’t remember, that’s the isolated pub in the film The American Werewolf in London), and I wasn’t risking it. So, we met in the car park and I followed him up and down more deserted unlit roads until we reached our destination. And what a beautiful destination it was too. An exquisite barn conversion in the middle of nowhere; but what breathtaking views. It also had that sometimes hard to pull off mix of contemporary design, and wonderful period features, such as oak beams, slate floors and stripped back barn doors. I’m sounding like an architect now – oops!

David B and I hit it off straight away, as he’s very chatty, personable, well read and interesting to talk to. After we’d relaxed with a drink, David and I essentially started to seduce each other. Seduction is a dying art in my book, but yet it’s my favourite part of a liaison. From that very first phone call, when I know I’m going to interact well with someone, the seduction is on until we meet!  I would like to describe it as a form of virtual foreplay.  As you all know, I love my music and when Nina Simone started playing well…  I knew we were in for a seductive time.  Contrary to popular belief, three’s not always a crowd, and Mr R Rabbit put in a much welcomed appearance later on. I even felt comfortable enough to try something I never would normally entertain (!) In fact, we were having so much fun, I totally forgot the time and before we knew it, we were into the wee hours.

We ended up talking about life, love and everything. Everything from Peter Barlow (of Coronation St fame), to our mutual adoration of David Brent from The Office, to fate & destiny! Boy, we women can talk, and I didn’t even fall asleep – where do I get my energy from??

Afterwards, David B was the perfect gentleman, as even though I’d worn him out with my “sex talk”, he awoke from his near slumber, got dressed and I followed him back to The Slaughtered Lamb. After we said our goodbyes, I was all alone in the pitch black again. Man, you’ve got to really concentrate hard on those unlit single track roads! One momentary lapse in concentration, and whoops, there you are stuck in a ditch. Yes, the ride home was definitely made from concentrate! I remember asking [in my city girl ignorance] what on earth do you do when there’s two cars that need to pass one another. “Everyone has 4×4′s here” was the reply, and/or you pass one another using some mutual country lane respect. Jeez, can you imagine that happening in Leeds city centre; mutual road respect?? So, country dwelling does have its perks, breathtaking views, old fashioned manners, lots of green. I was however glad to get back to the city, with its noise, its bright lights and its well-lit dual carriageways.

I wasn’t feeling so perky later that morning though after only two hours sleep, I can tell you. So it was really funny to get a text from David B asking “were we really talking about Peter Barlow at that hour in the morning?” Yes we were, I replied, and we’re both paying the price for it now. Never mind, a round of business meetings needs to be punctuated by the stirring memories of the fun night before…! So, David thank you too for a great evening, and I hope your recollection of the previous evening took the edge of those dull business meetings. Ciao Bella xx