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| Monday, November 11th 2024 |
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| A bit off key. |
I do know that I'm different, well how could you not be and practice in this realm?
Last night I did some great work, true to form, and informed an old dying neighbour that his underpants might be of interest.
Poor old man is really struggling to go out, truth be told, so I know that he has the burden of taking all of his stuff to the laundrette every week, however, ours just caught fire due to an electrical fault and as a consequence is now closed.
I sent him an email, that's how we keep in touch, he says that his shopping is taken care of via Asda delivery and then I made a bit of a fuss about getting his washing done for him, I have a new Bosch thingy, which I spent more than I could afford on, but the thing has an inbuilt computer, so after it finishes the washing cycle, it dries your togs without shrinking them or leaving them creased.
I told "T" that, believe it or not, I have actually seen men's drawers before (if only he knew!)
He intimated that he can't actually wear them any more due to catheters and then I came out with one of the most inappropriate things that I have ever said, and there have been a few, I said, "So, I'm not getting a souvenir?"
I just told a critically ill older gentleman that I want to use his dirty undies for my own gratification.
He laughed his socks off and I'm glad I could do that plus he wants me to collect his washing on Wednesdays from now on. |
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| Sunday, November 10th 2024 |
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| ESP |
I think that it's nonsense when friends and family express their faith to me, I'm polite about it and try not to offend, even giving some agreement with the sentiment while inwardly thinking to myself, "Nah!"
However, my "Gawjus" neighbour just got in touch at the exact same moment as I picked up my phone to message her and also for the same reason, spooky or what?
I noticed that her car hasn't been in the driveway since yesterday and wanted to find out if it would be helpful if I went in to feed her cat, we have keys for one and another's gaffs.
At the exact same moment she Whats@pped me to ask if I would like her to take the hound to the beach.
I get the same thing with family a lot, we always seem to know when one is getting in touch.
From here on out you may refer to me as "Witchypoo!" |
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| Tuesday, November 5th 2024 |
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| After the rain |
Nothing lasts forever, a friend had that tattooed on her body, I'm not a big fan of tattoos but I do think that that one was pretty cool.
I have never felt so wrapped in support and love.
If you're new to my blogging you won't have read that my family are currently dropping down like flies.
Sometimes the loveliest things can come in the worst moments.
Who said that it is always darkest before the dawn? I might have to look that up.
Girl pals turning up at silly'o clock, just to provide love and sweetness, lovely clients becoming both confidantes and friends, life has a funny way of giving you what you need just when you need it.
I'm not religious in the slightest but I do have faith in human nature and that in itself is quite spiritual to my mind.
Spent half of the afternoon sorting out funeral arrangements.
I said a really bad thing, I told the lady from the nursing home that I hope she goes quickly, poor girl has had enough.
This will seem even odder but I'm going to put it out there....
I had an amazing encounter last night.
Tender.
I'm not an energy vampire, yeah, I have a lot going on, so how do I get this across?
I felt like I had spent a couple of hours with a lover, a boyfriend.
I don't usually speak about these things because I find it crass, insincere and a little unladylike to be graphic.
You might have noted that in my profile I never speak about sex..... but anyway, it was really genuinely gorgeous, I mean quite lovely.
How can that happen when the dynamics are what they are in this line of work?
It never ceases to shock, surprise and delight me to make such heartfelt connections through this.
In other news, I was fortunate to have made contact with one of my favourite girls. She is up north but I think we are planning to get together soon.
If you have enough luck to find a few good ones in this life, don't let them go. xxx |
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| Tuesday, November 5th 2024 |
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| Sexy |
Having just read some of the blogs back, I thought to myself that maybe I should try to write something sexy, but I'm rubbish at that, so I will just write something funny instead.
When I first went into escorting I got a call from a very decent sounding chap, asking me for a domination session.
I thought to myself, "Well how hard can that be?"
I agreed to meet him in a couple of hours and for the young girl that I was, it did sound like a ridiculously vast amount of money.
So, anyway, I agreed to it and then put the phone down and thought that perhaps I had bitten off a bit more than I can comfortably chew.
Not one to shy away from a challenge and also being of a practical nature, I reasoned that a quick walk down to the pound shop would probably solve the predicament.
I was in Leamington Spa at the time, so it wasn't quite as well equipped at the pound shops in Manchester......
However, within moments, I had managed to find rope, some gaffer tape, a dog bowl..... and that's when I had to go a bit off piste and get creative.
There was a disability aid, like a big spring, with a grabber on the end, I thought to myself that it wouldn't be too bad to use as a botty smacker.
So, armed with my treasures, I returned to the flat and tried to dress a bit halloweeny.
He rocked up, I enjoyed a nice cuppa with him and then told him that he must undress immediately, I'd seen a bit on Yo@Tub@, so I reckon I was quite convincing.
Then, I hog tied him and put the gaffer tape on his mouth (making sure that he could breathe.)
I followed this up by hitting him a bit with the disability grabber.... and then ran out of ideas.
We were about 20 mins into our meeting at this stage.
I buggered off into the kitchen and laughed so hard, probably the greatest belly laugh of my life, but I was all alone in the kitchen with nobody to call, well, who could you possibly share this with.
Once I had gathered myself, I went back into the front room and then made him clean the bathroom.
With hindsight, I think that he might have wanted a bit of pegging, or at the very least, a tommy tank.
Still, it was a valiant attempt but I will never make a domme. |
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| Tuesday, November 5th 2024 |
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| Funny girl |
A neighbour just asked me to say something funny, what, is it on tap? I'm not a stand up, I'm a hooker.
I tried to think of something but nothing came to mind.
I was just going on about the fact that everyone's popping their clogs and now I can't get my mother's car to start for her after she has just made a transatlantic flight, involving 30 hours. Can't get the damn thing going and to hear, "Go on, give us a laugh." FFS maybe I'm in the wrong business!
Never one to miss the opportunity to be inappropriate, never, but heavens above.x |
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| Sunday, November 3rd 2024 |
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| Some ones are simply good ones. |
I have a couple of new female friends who have recently entered my life and I adore the fact that I have found the level with them.
I don't say this in a dykey way, it's not that at all, but we found the level pretty quickly.
I know exactly how to make the chicks belly laugh.
Our culture is a bit weird in this country, women are set against one and another, so when I meet a lady who is a cracking good laugh, I relish it.
Guys can do it, they have what is called in popular common culture, a "Bromance"... so can't I enjoy a sister and think that she is as cool as fcuk?
My girls got me absolutely trollied on my birthday and, know what, it was bloody great.
In life sometimes people come in and you can't help but love them to bits. I feel so lucky.
So, the girls are hilarious and clever and really heartfelt in all that they say, as I say, I am a fortunate woman.
Who could have known that there would be girls who are going through their own stuff, worse than mine actually, and they still have a few minutes for me.
I am a lucky girl indeed. |
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| Sunday, November 3rd 2024 |
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| How do you refer to your pals? |
My besties and I call one and another "see you next Tuesdays."
On the outside, I like to posh it up a bit but if you wind up getting to know me, you'll realise that I am as common as muck.
It didn't half tickle me when my friend "Vee" and I were speaking to one and another in derogatory terms, I think that our audience thought that some hair pulling might ensue, then she gathered me up into her arms and told me that she loves me!
I often wonder what they make of me.
The girls know how I earn my crust but they have never judged me.
Years ago, that wouldn't have happened, everyone was far too busy judging..... young people don't do that any more, so maybe the world is moving on.
However, I have been captivated by the test case that's going on in Newcastle at the moment. Five nurses are taking a test case to court against a man, who identifies aa a female using their changing room.
Now, I am a bit conflicted about this.
I have made it my business to speak with girls who are new to the business, as I want to offer them some help and guidance.... so I'm quite vocal on a forum which I believe protects us all.
It's a double edged sward. I couldn't give a damn if a girl wants to call me for help, no matter what time in the night or morning.
One of the girls, who is struggling a bit, was born a boy, however, I will look after her as if she was my own, and she's kind of come to be in a way.
(I'd fight and die for her, and she knows it.)
So, it's not uncommon for me to have late night calls from fellow hookers.
I think that it's got a bit ridiculous, asking people where they stand.
Why are we so pitted against one and another?
I bet AW won't allow me to post this but they are really good people.
When selling love, let's love one and another.
Which brings to mind a good chat that I shared with a fellow worker called "E..e" recently. She is as bright as a button and very kindly said that I was free to plagiarise one of her FAQ's. That doesn't happen in normal life.
Therefore, if you are a girl with a willy, a really glam fellow working girl, or just one of my pals, we stick together girls and I am not taking,"No" for an answer. |
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| Thursday, October 31st 2024 |
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| The last drop |
**** thank you for the messages of condolence, this blog was written 18 months ago, it is only now that I felt able to share it xx
My good friend Blue said that I should share this.......
The last time that I spoke to my father we both knew on some level that he wasn't going to be there any more.
I can't say how we knew, we just knew.
I'd gone up to see him in Southport.
I told him that I was so grateful that I had had the privilege to have him as a father.
He didn't get things right for a lot of years but he was human and real and he knew how to say sorry and be humble, as did I through his teaching I hope.
We went through a lot together.
We have been partners in crime, best friends, strangers, people who fell out.
He was always my first and greatest love.
The last time that I saw him, in my heart I knew I would not see him again. Don't ask me how I knew, I just knew.
When I turned up at his door I held him tightly and I said, "I've missed you and I love you so much."
It was the weekend of his 70th birthday.
A few days before, when I realised that it wasn't just his birthday, but it was his 70th birthday, I had shed a tear in my bedroom. It had struck me that I wouldn't have him all that much longer and I couldn't bear the thought.
When we hugged I didn't want to let him go. I breathed in the scent of him and held my arms around his large frame and wished that I could hold him forever. He didn't release the embrace either, it was as though we hadn't seen each other for a second longer than either of us could stand.
I am sure he felt it too. It turns out he most likely did.
I went into his small place and he made me so welcome, as he always did. I sat down in the best spot, which he always gave to me and he and I spoke about the small things that were occupying our daily thoughts. He was never selfish, he wanted to hear about me rather than speak about the intricacies of his life.
He wasn’t a silly man by any stretch of the imagination but he was a gentleman. He knew who I was and what my life is, David was a gentleman though, my business was always mine, an unsaid thing, treated with dignity and respect.
I’d bought a picture for him to make the place look nice, I got it from the car, I’m not sure if it was very good but he said he liked it. I hope he did.
In a younger life, he was an artist, a good one, so buying art for him was a slightly nerve wracking thing. He would love or despise things and always cut to the core when it came to his genuine opinion.
Anyway, I loved it and I think I did well. (It hangs above my bed now.)
As usual, after a couple of hot drinks and some time spent on his small business we found ourselves in our usual bind. Both being night owls we struggle to settle so we fell into our usual way of entertaining ourselves.
We loved to drive……anywhere, we loved to drive.
We used to say, or at least I did more than him, “I love driving with you, it’s the only time we really talk. You and I can be sitting there together and never really exchange a word but isn’t it great, whenever we drive we really seem to speak.”
So, we drove, as we usually did.
Sometimes we drove to Blackpool and watched the drunks falling into the street and we laughed our heads off or sometimes we drove to Preston and we had to watch our speed as we drove past the police training college.
Once we drove to Lancaster and Dad showed me where he forgot about his baby sister when the Queen was driving through, when he was a little boy..... and he was so excited that he ran home to tell his mum and forgot all about the pram and its precious cargo!
We drove a lot, on many evenings and it didn’t really matter where we went but what really mattered was the chats that we had on the way.
When we got home dad slept on his sofa. I wish he wouldn’t have but I have sore hips and he always insisted that it didn’t bother him. He always gave me his bed and fresh sheets, forgoing his comfort for mine. That was Dad. Completely.
The next morning we didn’t do much at all but I just loved being with him so much and I told him, as I did often.
It was his 70th birthday, so we travelled up to Cumbria to see his sister.
She made him a cake, we had a meal. I took picture.
After leaving the next day the two of us took a walk in his favourite place, Meresands Wood, a nature reserve.
It’s odd but we both knew it was the last time we would do it.
It was such a special place.
In the reception, at the entrance, I saw some wooden carvings and remarked how lovely they were.
When I returned from refreshing myself Dad surprised me. He had bought one for me as a present. I never could have known how precious this simple gift would become to me.
As we walked out and he gave it to me, I heard the old lady volunteer at the desk gasp at the loveliness of the exchange between the two of us when I was so touched and surprised at his sweet gesture. I hugged him to me and said, ”Ahh, Dad, you shouldn’t have done that, I love it! Thank you!”
I hugged him to me as we walked.
We wandered around the reserve, lost in our chats, as we always were. We found a tree with lovers hearts carved in it that had grown over 40 feet tall and we wondered how old those lovers were now, or if they were even still alive, their carved hearts had grown so high.
We found a field all dressed in white, like the fields you see in Spain.
Both of us had always thought that the white covering the growth was made of plastic, but we climbed into the field and saw that it was a membrane which must protect the plant, allow moisture and nurture growth.
We came upon a kid’s fort, made of wood and reminisced together as the two of us spoke about youthful things and then lastly we sat ourselves down in the hide by the water.
When he sat down Dad was tired.
He didn’t look right.
Dad said that there were sometimes kingfishers at the hide.
We waited a long time but there weren’t any kingfishers that day.
Dad got up but had to sit down again, it was ok but his eyes had just gone a bit funny.
Dad was seeing two of things again.
I said, “Dad, I don’t like this, PROMISE ME, you will get this sorted out.”
He said, “It’s ok, when you get older, the wheels just drop off.”
After our beautiful weekend, when I left, I couldn’t let him go. Something in my soul said that this was the last I would have of him.
I held him in am an embrace at his door and said, “Dad, I just don’t want to let go of you.”…….. and he said, “Stay” but I said, ”No, I have to go, you and I have plans.”
…..and we did...
As I drove away, I did something I’ve never done before, I prayed for God to look after my father and I prayed to see him again.
I knew I never would.
The next call I had was to tell me he had had a catastrophic stroke.
I spent almost six months living out of a bag to be at his side.
He was in a semi vegetive state. He knew nothing about it but he was paralysed, incontinent and unaware.
However, after several months he realised what was going on, overnight.
When he realised, he decided to stop all food and water to kill himself.
He died 6 weeks ago.
I am so grateful that my friend persuaded me to put this on paper because, had it not been for her suggesting that I record this, these memories would have been lost.
Each and every time that I read this back it transports me back to that place and time.
It was so painful that I cannot bear to think of it. sometimes we wash the most beautiful memories s away because they hurt too much.
Thank you Blue, you didn’t give these memories to me but i shall be forever grateful because, thanks to you, I have kept them.
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| Wednesday, October 30th 2024 |
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| A day in the life |
Tuesday, October 29th 2024
Dim musings
I wish that I had somebody to share my day with (almost daily.)
Today was a little trickier than most.
I couldn't stand to have a partner sharing my space nor my bed but it would be nice to have somebody to speak with.
I never read my blogs back, if I did I would edit them too much and they'd become even sillier.
Some people read this rubbish, I contend that there is far rubbishier rubbish out there.
Allora, today, a life in the world of Bella.
Woke up gently, hugged the dog, he isn't allowed upstairs, save for a morning cuddle, which serves his needs almost as well as my own.
Get up, get out of bed, drag a comb across my head, found my way downstairs and drank a cup..... and thought, "I should probably get Mr. Bingley out for his first pee pee."
All good, took a look at my uni work, it won't do unless I manage to score a grade in the top percentile, I want a first, anything else is...not a first.
All is going well, two cups of coffee in, I am typing like a maniac (been trying to see what my best time is for a perfectly written document with the fewest mistakes.. still working on it.)
Then the phone rings, not my naughty one but the real one, I believe some call it their personal phone, it wasn't the easiest of calls.
Nene has to be moved to a nursing home, that's quite different to a care home, if you know, you know.
Into a tailspin I almost fell. My mother is seven hours behind us by the clock in Canada.
I felt so infantile, even though I turn 46 on Thursday, however, when I was asked for my consent, I froze.
I had no choice, I had to make a decision, yet, even at an age where I consider others of my years to be "proper" grown ups, I still baulked.
I've done it but it's been a strange experience because I can see the parallels between that and what's going on here... hold on, wait, you're loosing them Bella!!
Aren't we all still children, no matter what our age?
I am aware that I keep banging on the same old drum but aren't we all just vulnerable souls, in need of comfort and love?
I know that I certainly am.
It's taken a bit of "adulting" to sort all of that out and to still keep my shit together.
I am buggered if I am going to let this stop me in my path, I will keep us together as a family and I will organise the (tonnes) of paperwork that I have been generously gifted with and must make sense of within a quite limited timeframe.
I do not have a legal brain but I will give it my best shot.
Also, I want my degree and I will damn well work for it, this won't stop me...... and let's not forget, I am still the whore of choice.
Spinning plates? Nah! Wot?
Sometimes I laugh as I hold my face to the sky and dare the universe, "C'mon, I dare you, give me some more, nobody and nothing can steal my happiness and love of life."
Perhaps it sounds a little crackers but I walked along the beach with my Labrador earlier, felt the peace and thought to myself about all of the things that I have to be grateful for, I think it's never a bad exercise in both meanings of the word ie the exercise and the exercise.... yeah, geddit.
I refuse to lose myself in all of this, perhaps I will not see many people who I don't know in the short term but I am really fine with that.
In a way I am glad that I am not particularly busy but it's also so genuinely lovely to have the company of those who I have come to think of as my friends.
It's often been said that there is beauty to be found in the darkest of places, no, not there!
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| Friday, October 25th 2024 |
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| Essays |
I have a bit of a monster of an essay to write and a short deadline in which to get my head down, not to mention the reading that I must engage with first.
I have tried to get ahead and am a week or so ahead of the prescribed schedule but my perfectionism (which is a flaw) makes me work a bit too hard.
I feel that I have failed if I don't score in the top percentile with my work. I damn well want that "first."
It's for pleasure but for me, a pass doesn't cut it.
At least I'm not still working my bottom off attempting to prove that I can get my tiny brain around economics but I couldn't half do with meeting some well read intellectuals that could school me a bit, or help me cheat! |
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| Thursday, October 24th 2024 |
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| The animal lady. |
It is so un-sexy around here.
I have become the petsitter of choice for both family and neighbours alike.
Currently I am caring for two lab crosses and a couple of cats.. if it were more than two I'd have to look up what the collective plural is, don't think that cats come in gaggles or prides.
Mom is still in Canada, the family are still dropping down like flies but oddly, I am more ok with it than I expected to be.
Today I made time to see a genuinely lovely man. It isn't something that I feel that I have the headspace for at the moment but he is just so much fun and not only superb company but a true empath as well.
Even at the most trying of times, or even especially, good company is always a tonic.
That's not to suggest that I am busy playing the world's smallest violin but it is refreshing to get together with intelligent adult people and be reminded that life can still be fun no matter what is going on. x |
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| Friday, October 18th 2024 |
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| There's nowt as queer as folk. |
There's nowt as queer as folk and no story can be created that touches upon the intricacies of human experience or feeling more than a true tale can describe.
That's a big (pretentious) headline to begin a blog with, I hope that this one lives up to it.
Upon my return from the holibob, I spoke about how my grandmother viciously decided to have a horrible stroke, how very inconsiderate of her.
She now insists on making my heart hurt daily and I have had to learn an entire new language.
"Television," I have deciphered, means Ted, her dead husband, the poor love was trying to tell me for days before I realised what she meant.
Other words have become confused as well, too many to describe here but it's become, for me, a matter of learning to understand her when things aren't working properly. A whole new language.
I am learning to decipher her needs, wants and expressions. It just takes time, care and patience.
An odd thing to say but, thanks to this job, I have the time....yeah, I know that sounds weird, (I'm leaving it in the blog anyway,) this job has given me the freedom to be able to choose to spend this precious time with the ones that I love, rather than begging to have it taken out of my "holiday"...... (Reason *203 to become a hooker!)
I'm the sole family member on the IOW and that's relevant because two days after Nene's stroke my step father also dropped down and is very unwell. He is not going to get better.
My poor mother didn't know what to do but I insisted that she get on a plane and see to him while I take care of Nene here on the island.
It's just life stuff, we all go through it and nature has a way of making it all hit at once.
I'm ok, really I am, I'm pretty strong but I am worried about my mom and the people that I love......and so, I have very limited availability currently, family first.
Please don't ask me how I am..(wasn't that an 80's song?)... I am fine but just wanted to share my situation.
I am keeping bright by taking lots of long walks, supporting those who need me and although it's not something that people ordinarily say, my work is keeping me happy and ok.
I am very choosy about who I allow into my life, so the few gentlemen friends that I have are genuine friends.
I have a lot to be thankful for.
If only people could have more patience.
I think that it's always best to assume that whoever you are speaking with might be going through things that you may have no idea about.
Somebody was quite unpleasant to me today, not in work, not anything to do with it actually.
If I had been younger it would have been the final straw but I'm becoming quite good at dealing with assholes as I get older, (every cloud!)
The modern "just be kind" ethos grates on me but I must say that right now I need to ask, "just be kind" please.x
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| Friday, October 18th 2024 |
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| Classical studies |
I've got a lot going on, haven't we all?
Family are dropping down around me at an alarming rate, my older clients will get this, but life must go on.... it will be us soon.
Getting older is a weird fish. I look better now than I did at 30, my body is fantastic and I am really fit.
I am back at uni....again, and am really enjoying it, well, why else would you take up another expensive degree at nearly 46? It is for pleasure.
Pleasure, something that I did not consider when younger. Pleasure, something that I trusted would come later, so it was deferred but it has come at last!
I would like to report that your local, friendly neighbourhood hooker is very happy indeed.
Life is life, doesn't matter what you're doing, people will come and go, relatives and friends alike. You lose some, some die, some move on and others you grow out of.
It doesn't matter what you do, life is so short, I'm getting to an age where I realise that it doesn't really matter what anyone thinks (I just wish that I could have a quick chat with my younger self.)
The degree is going well, really well, I love it.
To think that I spent so many years attempting to prove that I have a mind for economics, I did well but it was a slog.
Now I am immersed in art and culture and history and philosophy.... sadly my grammar hasn't seen any improvement.
I digress, the object of this silly blog was to state that I am finding value in gentler pursuits, life will always be tough but it is short and should be lived according to its value.
Precious.
Don't ask to see me unless you feel the same. I have no time whatsoever for dim witted, shallow shag encounters.
I pick my friends like I pick my fruit, to quote one of my favourite artists.
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| Monday, September 9th 2024 |
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| New toy! |
Sorry, not a naughty toy.. though it could be. 
My new selfie stick has been delivered today and although I am not a fan of taking lots of selfies, I have realised that I had better get with the times and start posting new and regular updates to my albums.
This thing is quite high tech compared to what I am used to, it has a tripod, lights and a remote.... I suppose that it would need to these days in order to sell, the youngsters take the business of social media and selfies very seriously, I'd better be careful not to turn into a dinosaur!
Please see attached my first attempt, again, I am not dolled up, having just got home from a lovely country dog walk with Bingley, my mother and her pooch.
I think that it's best to have some everyday pictures in addition to the glamour puss variety.
That said, tomorrow I shall give it a proper airing and perhaps wear a little less clothing and a bit more makeup. |
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| What is your starsign? |
Scorpio Oct 24 - Nov 22 |
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| What is your Primary Language? |
English |
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| What is your Secondary Language? |
limited Italian |
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| How would you describe your non-binary gender? |
Other |
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| If other, please specify: |
Just a plain old boring WOMAN!! |
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| What is your favourite colour? |
Blue |
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| Who is your favourite celebrity? |
Celebrities hold no fascination for me. |
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| What is your best feature? |
Eyes |
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| What three words best describe your personality? |
Vivacious, intelligent and funny. |
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| What is your favourite food? |
I am a very good cook. |
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| What is your favourite drink? |
Healthy juices and good coffee. |
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| What is your favourite film? |
A Painted Veil |
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| What is your favourite TV programme? |
Mad Men |
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| What are your favourite flowers? |
I LOVE all flowers but please be discreet. |
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| What is your favourite perfume? |
I adore woody musky tones and am not keen florals. |
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| What is your favourite gift? |
I love to be surprised and pampered. |
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| What is your favourite holiday destination? |
I love to explore new places. |
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| What is your ethnicity? |
Caucasian (White) |
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| What is the colour of your eyes? |
Blue |
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| What is the colour of your hair? |
Blonde |
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| What length is your hair? |
Bobbed |
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| How would you describe your body type? |
Slim |
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| How tall are you? |
5'9" |
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| How much do you weigh? |
10½st |
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| What is your leg measurement? |
34" |
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| What is your shoe size? |
7 |
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| What is your dress size? |
12 |
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| What size is your chest? |
36" |
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| What is your waist measurement? |
32" |
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| What is your hips measurement? |
36" |
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| What is your bra cup-size? |
G |
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| How would you describe the size of your breasts? |
Very Large |
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| Are your breasts natural or enhanced? |
Natural |
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| How is your pubic hair fashioned? |
Shaved Completely |
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| Do you smoke? |
No |
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| Do you have any tattoos or piercings? |
Neither |
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| If you have tattoos or piercings, how discreet are they |
NA |
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| Do you have any birth-marks or scars? If so, size and location? |
no |
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| What times are you always available? |
Just ask. |
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| Will you do overnight bookings? |
Yes |
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| List of Towns/Areas you will visit |
Isle of Wight , Southampton and Portsmouth, further afield for long bookings. |
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| How long are you prepared to travel for? |
2½+ |
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| Nearest rail station? |
Ryde |
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| What is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you in public? |
I once accidentally told a table full of Italian businessmen that I love anal sex!
I was learning the language and got my words mixed up.
Wanted the ground to swallow me up! |
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| What sort of men turn you on? |
I love interesting, intelligent gentlemen with a good sense of humour. Fastidiousness is also high on my agenda. |
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| What sort of women turn you on? |
intelligent, free thinking feminists. |
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| What is the most memorable sexual experience you’ve ever had? |
...they all are when I am involved! |
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| What is the most outrageous thing that you’ve done sexually (be honest!) |
Too hard to choose which one to write! |
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| Where would you most like to have sex? |
In a luxurious boutique hotel following a fabulous meal. |
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| What is your favourite sexual position? |
cowgirl, missionary and doggy. |
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| What is your second favourite sexual position? |
Open to suggestions. |
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| What is your biggest turn on? |
A great mind, a sense of humour and a well thought out surprise. |
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| The most sensitive part of my anatomy is? |
my mind |
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| Describe the experience (when and where) |
With my childhood sweetheart. |
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| What is your favourite sexual fantasy? |
this job |
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| How often do you masturbate? |
daily at least |
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| What sexual activity do you enjoy the most? |
Receiving oral |
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| When is your libido at its highest? |
when the sun is shining |
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