Life According to John - 05/04/26
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I was having a wank.
I was alone. It was late in the evening and I had had a busy day. People always assume they know what it is like to be a sex worker - prostitute, whore. rent boy, giggilo, escort - or SOCIAL WORKER as I call it.
Truth is - they simply haven't a clue, not a cue in hell.
That day I had had 5 clients, the first arriving around midday and the last one some time around 10pm, and each had wanted the same but each wanted something different to what they got at home, and as I had a full dungeon room VERY well equipped JUST FOR SEX - the room itself was a turn on for many -while making others quake in their shoes in trepidation / fear on entering, as it was somewhat daunting / frightening / or even a big fucking turn on - to a stranger entering for the first time.
The first client of the day was a VERY hot Brazilian guy around 28 years of age, and while he was a VERY hot and sexy man, his arrogance, his attitude, put me right off. No mater how hot and sexy someone is, if they give me that attitude, it is a major turn off.
He sucked my dick and got fucked - and he got the whole service, BUT he didn't get any extras, nothing out of the ordinary and nothing that would make him want to tip at the end, as his arrogance was appalling and I couldn't wait to get him out. He had the basic service.
He paid and left and said not a word of thanks, great time or anything ... it was expected that HE was the star of the show and it should have been me thanking him... which just made me laugh.
I cannot remember the rest of the clients that day suffice to say, many are really nice pleasant guys but ultimately forgetable. BUT - late in the evening this old boy turned up, around mid 70's, short and all dressed in black and he groped me in the hall, which normally I did not appreciate but in his case, there was something fun about him and we lauhed together.
Up in the Play Dungeon he was on his knees sucking my dick through my jeans, so I got my dick out and he was gagging on it as I walked slowly backwards, and with him on his knees crawling along the floor so as not to loose the cock in his mouth, this made me giggle. It was fun.
Eventualy the old boy got well fucked and we shared a good laugh and pleasant chat and he paid, and tipped, and left.
Now: At the end of the day you would day - THE BRAZILIAN PLEASE - but actually, my mouth went around nothing, no kissing, no sucking, no riming, my mouth went nowere unless I wanted to, and while the Brazilian was hot enough to want to, I DIDN'T WANT TO BECUSE OF HIS FUCKED UP ARROGANT EGO PROBLEM, - and while my mouth also didn't go around anything of the old boys either, MY COCK had a great deal more fun with the old boy than it had with the Brazilian, as the old boy just wanted to have some fun, some wank material for the WANK BANK and there was no arrogance, no attitude, just him getting well fucked and the joy shared was great.
The Brazilian, had spoiLed it for himself with his ego.
Sex work is NOT all about having fun, and MANY sex workers visit each other - FREE OF CHARGE - to share some good sex between them as while we may be having sex with different people all day long, it may not be the kind of sex YOU PERSONALLY want AND BESIDES, most people are fairly crap at sex and only a fellow sex worker is often good enough for personal sex.
For instance; Many sex workers who are TOP GUYS and who fuck their clients, actually in their private lives, are passive and love GETTING FUCKED, but keep that for personal sex. So while they may have fucked 3 or 4 guys that day, they didn't get what they wanted because that's not on the menu with clients.... so will have sex with other sex workers for fee instead.
I had an Icelandic client one day. Mid 30's. Tall, steel white spiky hair, stunning build and looks on the man and he was one hell of a hunk.
I asked him after we had finnished if he ever fancied a repeat session where I would not change him as we had had such agood time, and this turned into a regular thing. On a Friday or Saturday night he would phone around 10pm and be with me for 11pm and he would come in and I woud already be naked, and right in the front door, he would be on his knees sucking my dick and we would enjoy 2 or 3 hours of good hard sex, and then he'd be gone and believe me, I would always sleep well after he had been round.
He was married, apparantly, and his wfe was not as forthcoming sexually ( same old story ) and he lived with a permanant hard on and needed some release and looked forward to his free session with me - and BOY did I look forward to him as well.
Another client - right back when I was new to the business, was fat. So fat he had no feet - well he did have feet but they looked exactly like pigs trotter. Pleasant man, fell in love with me right at the start, and was in charge of tourist coach tours around London. He would visit me weekly for a paid session and started bringing me bags of food stuff from Sainsbury's. Butter, eggs, bread, milk, cheese - an assortment of things each time. Here I was, probably earning twice to treble what he was earning but he thought I was in the business because I was impoverished, and Hun, while it was hard work at the beginning setting myself up, learning the 'trade' and where to advertise etc... I was never a dummy and always had the abilty to earn very good money at whatever I turned my hands to, and these bags of food was so very kind and thoughtful and I always gracefully accepted. One day he said he wanted to rescue me from the business and ' take me away from all this'- and when I stated how much I earned, his mouth fell open, he gasped for air, and in wonder admitted he thought I was struggling and how VERY pleased for me he was and delighted I was doing so well, and funny thing is - he stopped coming round after that, and I had been seeing him weekly for around a full year. I think he felt in change - helping the poor destitute hooker out, when the poor destitute hooker - as he saw it - was light years ahead of him in all ways, and as sweet and as intimate and friendly as our ' business' relationship was, he assumed something else, and that was not to be.
A few clients over the years fell in love and thought they could rescue me. It was always when I stated how much I earned that it put them off. I would always, gently, inform them they didn't want me as a boyfriend, as my life was hectic, frenetic, cazy, and they were worthy of more than I had to offer - and I would take responsibility that they were worth better than me... when the joke was totally the other way round... but I wanted to keep them as clients and you can loose someone if you are not careful, and every client counts and is worthy.
And then I was investigated by the tax man, but that is for another day.
John Bellamy
John: I was hospitalised for the first time ever last year and it has left me afraid. After a month in hospital and 6 weeks of nurses at home every day, it has left me nervous of going out. At home I feel safe while out, I don't any more. It seems there are so many aggressive people out there. So many rude people. Is this just me getting old ? Oliver. Sad to say but yes, many older people become less confident and more apprehensive of new adventures and exerences and like the steadiness of things being the same every day, hence you feel safe at home. Recently I experienced an aggressive women sceaming at me because I parked to close to her car - and while there was no damage or problem, she saw fit to scream and shout and make a scene while I stood there open mouthed at how someone could scream out in such a manner - and all aimed at me - when there was nothing touching, our cars were end to end so she could get in and out, she just wanted to scream and scream she did. I am not afraid to speak up but went out in a good mood to have that - screaming banshee - and it spoils my morning. So I also - rarely go out - the world is more full of abusive people, largely women, and I would rather avoid. So, I hear you Oliver.
JB
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