Hi Folks

I feel I must share an exciting but rather unusual experience I had with the eXquisite Gentleman recently, otherwise known as Victor.* We’ve met a number of times but this time was definitely something different. Picture Victor’s scenario request: I greet him at the door in SILENCE. We sip our wine in SILENCE. Then we move to the boudiour. I attach a blindfold, but he’s not allowed to touch me. I continue T & T in SILENCE. He then gives me a really sensual massage, again in SILENCE. The rest I will leave to your fertile imagination! Oh ok, if you want to picture the scene, it started out like this:  and we ended up like this:

Now, I know how this looks but honestly, he was just helping me find my lost voice!!

Now my question is this; why does the silent treatment leave such a stimulating effect on you? After all, a chatty ebony escort in Leeds  like me will naturally have been fighting the compulsion to open her mouth, but I surprised myself by actually complying. Well I did for a while anyway, but I think I could get better with practice (?!). The point I’m making is that, as you know when you take away one of the five senses the others will overcompensate, and although what constitutes a sense is a matter of some debate, the ability to yap isn’t one of them. So why when we removed that ability did everything else seem so sensual? Maybe because we combined it with the lack of touch for a while?

I’m intrigued now Victor, so My Dear we will have to try this “scientific experiment” again, in silence but with touching and see where that takes us. Is that a date? Don’t keep me in suspenders!

Looking forward! Enjoy the weather folks, Hugs, Carolynn xx

Hello Peeps

I’ve been away; away with the fairies! Monsieur Harvey has taken me on a journey that has taken me to new heights! Hide & Seek, breathtaking baby doll & thong, ‘Honey I’m Home.’ They all had up to a spoiling like no other. Oh before I forget; I forgive you for your comment about my butt!

You see, one thing you have to realise about an ebony escort like me is that my butt needs to be that round and peachy!, OK, maybe not so much peachy (although it does look like one doesn’t it), but definitely round. Because I have such a small waist and curvy hips, I have to move my butt the way I do to balance out the uneven weight and to make sure I don’t topple over. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it like lube!!

Your penchant for the blindfold is rather interesting. There’s something quite exciting about watching a man try to guess what’s going on around him and where you’ve moved around the room to. It’s great fun watching the result of your other senses overcompensating and seeing you enjoy it like that. Ice cubes were met with mixed results; certain extremities love them and others; bad idea, but you live and learn.

Alas, Harv is off on his travels again soon, oh my he’s disappearing off and leaving me. Is he mad you must be thinking? Who of sane mind would leave Curvy Carolynn all on her own to get up to her own (de)vices. Talking of vices, I’ve developed a penchant for a Middle Eastern sweet that is just toooooo irresistible. Which of course means it’s loaded with calories. It’s back to the gym for me then, or maybe I’ll just think of some other more fun way to work it all off…!

Call me with your ideas!! Be good, Hugs, Carolynn xx

Happy Springtime Folks

Well,  we’re almost there if yesterday’s weather was anything to go by (God, I can’t wait to pack away the bras). Dinner Dates are great because you usually have plenty of time to get ready and make yourself look irresistible. Alas, I was so busy that plenty of time was not on my side on this occasion. Anyway, because I didn’t give myself only 5 minutes to decide which dress to wear (as Victor sarcastically suggested), I did have enough time to narrow my choices down to two. It was a toss-up between the blue designer number and the strapless, figure-hugging cream dress. Of course the strapless won, as I really felt like showing off some flesh; in the most elegantly sexy way of course!

Dinner was lovely at one of Leeds’s best Indian restaurants and the conversation flowed like we’d known each other forever. Then it was back to the boudoir for a catch up and a reminder of how long it’s been since we last met and to get to know Jack; to really know Jack! Hope you’re not getting the wrong filthy idea about the three of us!! Jack is in fact the artist whose cards Victor has been giving me at almost every one of our liaisons. The Pier, Waltzers, Dance Me to the End of Love and Suddenly One Summer. I now have a the book about Jack; the man; his work; his inspiration.

The picture that really caught our attention was ‘Home Visit’, which from the moment you look at it reminds you of a courtesan visiting her client. The vulnerable pose, the red lipstick, the killer heels, the exposed neck, the stockings, the short skirt - wow! How has he managed to capture so perfectly that feeling you get when you sit across from a client without touching one another. The desire to touch one another being so strong that it’s palpable, but if you do it will spoil the magic. I’d like to think of it as one of the sexiest encounters I’ve yet to have, some clients would probably view it as the ultimate adultery-free encounter.

So Victor, thank you once again for your ability to send my mind into deep and profound places, my body into shock waves and my soul souring. Until we meet again, ciao & Grazie, Tesoro.

 XX

Hello Peeps

I’ve been having a lot of discussion lately around what it really means to spoil a man.  Often when a client visits an escort it’s because he’d like a little spoiling. You know the kind of spoiling that he might not otherwise get at home, and this is where I’m confused. Why would a woman not spoil her man now and again or not at all, if the tales of woe that some of my clients tell me are to be believed? I don’t understand how one can expect to keep that original romance alive without working on it. So for example, wearing their favourite colour lingerie; red and pink work very well (I look “pretty in pink” so I’ve been told). This works best with long sexy legs and 4 inch heels, both of which I have plenty of!

Being hand fed your favourite ice-cream is another one; vanilla’s a particular favourite, second only to chocolate. Oh Newsflash; I’ve finally worked out the way to make a man listen to a woman. Coat a nipple in lubricant and trace it along the entire contour of his ear – is he listening now? Oh yes! Does he offer you diamonds not to stop? Well that one might be a little trickier, but I’m working on it!!

Role play is another exciting tactic to liven things up. My latest penchant is to pretend I’m a lap-dancer, and give my fee back so that it can be tucked into some very strategic places. Now that is fun; it’s like saying that ebony escort from Leeds is so good I had to pay her twice. Ding, ding, ding – Jackpot! Let’s also not forget the many unconventional ways that you can “stimulate” a man’s imagination; the TW hits the spot, as does the “no hands job.” As a great finale, tilting the eclipse of the sun never fails, and when mine looks like the rear of the very exotic DB9 then I can’t blame a guy for finding it irresistible!

So the morale (pun intended) is fast women, fast cars, and fast love! Sweet dreams, Mwaah XX 

Hey Sweeties

He’s back; you all know who I’m talking about! And I don’t want to know what went on on the lad’s holiday; what goes on on holiday stays on holiday! Of course I’m sure you lived a very monastic existence – ummh! They say absence makes the heart grow fonder and I can attest to that so, unlike certain Premiership football teams, I will pull out the double when handled the right way!

So until we meet again, looking forward to giving you your next HIH time and in the words of that smoothy Marvin Gaye, “Let’s get it on Baby” 

Off to beddy byes now, and yes I will be sleeping in just Chanel No5… xx

Hello Peeps

I’m still hungry! I was talking about food recently with the genius chef in the kitchen otherwise known as Paul*.  When he arrived he was nervous, but I seem to have a knack for making people feel at ease very quickly; I wonder if the way we ate chocolate had anything to do with it?!

It’s often been said that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Well nibbling on a piece of dark chocolate apparently produces a chemical called phenylethylamine, which is believed to produce the feeling of being in lust in a woman; well it worked a treat! Well, with that chemical racy around inside you you’d be more than happy to return the favour to a man that did that for you, wouldn’t you! Alas, I didn’t have a feast prepared for me, but I did get to feast on Paul, and you taste delicious mate!!

So, until/if we meet again good luck with all your plans and it’s time you watched 9½ weeks again….

xx

Hello Cherubs

Well, last weeks episode of Belle de Jour was funny and sad, which is often the case. The Exec who’s favourite hour of the week involved dressing up in man sized nappy, being bottle fed and burped, then read a bed time story on the surface of it seems very amusing. Then, once he was back in his suite and tie he bemoaned “Can I really go back out there where everyone wants a piece of me; sometimes the responsibility feels too much. Yes, I know I’m supposed to be able to cope as a boss, a Father, a husband, but sometimes it’s just so nice to have somebody take care of ME for a change.”

It was then that I realised that the baby-behaviour was a metaphor for how he was living his life versus how he wished he could live it. You know those days when you had only being fed, watered, bathed, burped and read to as your simple wants and needs in life. I long for those days too sometimes, but don’t we all?

So this post is for everyone who gives  all they have and doesn’t keep anything back for themselves;

Sometimes you just have to do something for you and it really is ok.

Sleep tight!

Hugs

Hello Sweeties

Well what a week it’s been; a premature death and a close shave. Life is so short and there’s so much to fit in. Harvey* knows that more than most, and somehow manages to fit our liaisons into his busy schedule, which includes frequent visits to TFP and MGC. Given what I’m up against, I fair pretty well really wouldn’t you say Harv?!

One of our recent meetings involved one of my GFE role plays;  HIH. Honey I’m Home is where you greet your ‘man’ at the door with a nice chilled drink and a bubbly bath waiting for him. This would normally include a back wash, but not this time; we got distracted!! Anyway, we slide around in bubbles and chat about what kind of day he’s had with a nice chilled glass of wine and some vanilla ice cream, and it’s a very nice way to end a long day, try it and I’m sure you’ll agree.

Harvey has developed a habit of saying ‘Well done’ after certain ‘things’ and I got to wondering, is it better than the usual ‘Thank You’? Well if I worked in a regular job and a client said well done, then I guess I’d appreciate it, but in this profession the jury’s still out Harv, so we’ll re-visit that discussion another time shall we? Having said that, I’ve sometimes had to fight every fibre in my body not to say it to him after certain ‘surprises’ and they’re coming thick and fast these days. A girl can’t let such ‘gifts’ go unrewarded, so this became one of the rare occasions in life when I can be forgiven for letting an opportunity slip through my fingers, and from that unusual angle, you’ve got little option but to forgive me, haven’t you Gold Member!!!

That discussion however, will just have to wait as Harvey is off on a lads holiday soon. Now, one of the plus sides to this profession is that this scenario in a regular ‘relationship’ would fill most women with dread/suspicion etc., but not moi. I’m happy to see him letting his lovely hair down and getting up to all sorts with the lads, after all he does work hard and so he deserves it. So GM, have a fabulous time in the sun (that’s the only bit I’m jealous about), and I hope you get up to lots of things the censors won’t pass!

Ciao Bellas, xx

PS I’m glad to see that ***** has finally sorted himself out; halleeffinglujah! Some things are definitely worth waiting for aren’t they mate, and you’ve got some ground to make up!

Hello Peeps

That’s not a word I would usually use to describe myself btw, it’s just that it rhymes. What a week it’s been, busy and busier. I wasn’t too busy however to meet my first Magistrate/JP a few nights ago. Gary* was a little nervous at first but he soon realised that I’m not that scary after all. I mean, as I pointed out, he must be used to people appearing in front of him “naked” and at his mercy, metaphorically speaking of course! The evening soon started to go swimmingly, and it soon became apparent that he was one hard judge (!) and he didn’t even flinch when I turned the tables and had him in my clutches with his own tie. Umh that was fun – let’s do it again some time Gary!

It’s reassuring to know that men of law are just the same as the regular men on the street, with their own little fantasies and frustrations too. I still wouldn’t fancy ending up in his court though or anyone elses’ for that matter. Having to deal with the hipocracies of this profession; I wonder if I’d be able to appeal to him as one professional to another… So, no longer can I accuse UK Magistrates of all being crusty old upper class aliens who never ‘encounter’ regular people and their problems until they’re stood in front of them mistakenly expecting them to dole out realistic and fair justice. No, the justice doled out was mine, and it was outrageously sexy and fairly hot!! Hang on a minute, how did I end up getting the stiff sentence??

Ciao until next time Gary, xx

Hi Y’all

Spring’s definitely in the air; it was almost white tank top and no bra weather on Sat, but Sunday’s return to perpetual rain soon put paid to my giddy optimism. Speaking of giddy optimisim, I enjoyed the pleasure of the company of the lovely Harvey* again recently. Should I now rename you Goldmember instead of smith??

Well unlike the III instalment of the Godfather, my 3rd encounter with Harvey was far from dull. However, we did meet in a new and unfamiliar location (for me anyway) where I couldn’t quite be my usual gregarious self.  I tell you, these new build properties might look all shiny but they don’t make thick walls like they used to. Never mind, I think that sofa now knows who’s the boss!! If I’m invited again, would you like to offer to take my coat again…?

I must also congratulate you Harv on your highly sought after ability to not try to tune in a radio or try to get Blue tack off a wall; you should sell that skill – make a fortune! Thanks also for the beautiful jewellery; will wear them close to my ‘heart’.

Did I really offer to convert; many are you that good?

Well, this episcopalian princess needs to get her beauty sleep, so Ciao for now, xx

PS – Money isn’t everything in life…but it sure keeps the kids in touch!