Blue Moon Week (Pt-1)

Some experiences will never be repeated but always remembered.

Only Once In A Blue Moon!

This is the story of a unique 72-hours in my life! Everything was unexpected, everything was unusually special, everything will never, ever, be repeated again. This three-day period is my ‘once in a blue moon’ story, I can’t see me ever having a tale quite like this to recount again.

This ‘three-part’ booking recollection is not meant to suggest anything about escort-client bookings, as you will see this booking, and the ones to follow, are very special cases. What happened was unusual, I have no expectation of any similar experiences in the future, and these are not stories of how ‘escort-client’ bookings should normally proceed. This is the story of a rare set of exceptions to the rules, this is the story of what can only ever happen … Once In A Blue Moon!

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Blue Moon Week – Day One – A Long Anticipated Meeting

This was to be a first meeting, a long anticipated extended dinner booking. We had been ‘chatting’ on Twitter for a considerable amount of time, and the tyranny of distance had worked against us meeting, but we were finally going to be in the same city. The long-planned day had finally arrived.

I was very nervous about this booking. I think this was for a combination of reasons, including how well we had connected with each other online. Given that people often comment on the difference between Percival Blakeney as a blogger and Twitter persona and what I am actually like in person – face-to-face as a real boy. I thought what if she likes Percie, as a construction of Twitter and this blog, but doesn’t like me? Similarly, I had been excited by the clear intellect and very different perspectives of this amazing woman, but I was also anxious that maybe our world’s were too different, and we may not have enough of a common point of personal connection.

As the ‘real-life’ meeting was about to happen, I wondered whether I had built my expectations far too high – something that as we all know, can make the reality seem less than it is. I was nervous about my high expectations and I was nervous about living up to her expectations as well.

Planning Turns To Reality.

Our plan was a special extended dinner, we had selected a high-end restaurant for a long, slow, enjoyable conversation to extend on our online discussion and then retire to the hotel afterwards. A pretty typical ‘extended dinner booking’ plan. I arrived at the restaurant, took the table, ordered a cocktail (no surprises there) and started looking at my phone and the lovely view from the table.

As often happens for those of us touring, escorts and clients, flights, traffic, hotel check-in, taxis, Ubers and the general logistics get in the way. My lovely companion let me know that she was delayed. I responded that I had waited this long to meet, waiting a little longer was no issue at all, and would you like me to order you a drink? I sat, waiting and getting even more nervous because of the anticipation that surrounded this first meeting. I even had strange thoughts that she might see me, decide against the meeting and ‘walk away’.

We Meet!

Then another message arrived. In the rush, my companion had forgotten her bag and was out front but unable to pay for the taxi, she was unnecessarily embarrassed and apologetic. So I walked out the front and turned down the busy street and saw my companion for the night for the first time. She was stunningly beautiful, dressed in a thin dress, a woolen hat, and her beautiful fine blond hair moving in the breeze. She was in a heightened state of anxiety, standing beside the taxi, still looking graceful, beautiful and ethereal as the city moved around her. I hadn’t seen her face before this and I was struck by how beautiful my companion was. I paid the taxi driver without even looking at him.

We exchanged nervous pleasantries and started the short walk back to the restaurant. I had my arm around her waist and she felt and smelled the way that she looked, light, graceful and the most accurate description “extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world” … ethereal. She quickly recovered from her anxiousness, stopped me right in front of the restaurant welcoming staff, looked into my eyes and then gave me a deep, long and full kiss. I still carry my ‘no physical contact’ upbringing with me, despite my efforts to discard it, and I froze for a second. Then I realised how amazing this moment was, let go, and enjoyed this surprising, warm and intimate moment – in full view of the restaurant staff that I had walked past just minutes before. It was a surprise moment, forever gifted to my memory for its strength, novelty, impulsiveness and power.

We Eat!

We were shown to the table, well back to the table in my case. Deciding quickly to go with the long, slow, time consuming degustation and matching wines option. We both knew already that it was going to be a longer than expected night. The food and wine was great, but my companion was far more amazing. Smiling, looking into my eyes, asking insightful questions, telling me about her life, teasing deep things from me and offering up those of her own as well. This person really knew me.

She had somehow seen between the badly written and often sterile writing of my blog articles. She had seen between the pendulum of my Twitter posts as I move between overly optimistic client content and overly pessimistic assessments of ‘what does it all mean’. When so many other people misunderstand this client persona, she had gone even further than I could ever have expected, she had already seen the real me underneath. We had so much in common, but not because of any special gifts that I have, but because of the breadth of her understandings, experiences and her amazing personal ability to get to know someone – really, deeply know them.

The hours of the dinner passed in a flash. Conversation was not rushed but never seemed to stall either. We both got a little tipsy from the matched wines, there were serious moments, laughing moments, giggles and some sneaky kissing and touching. I’m sure other restaurant guests were probably looking in our direction dismayed at our lack of restraint, but to the restaurant’s credit, our service staff seemed to enjoy and support our connection. I think we left just in time, my need to be physically with my companion was getting very intense, a level of desire that I haven’t felt very often.

We Meet Again!

Thankfully the hotel wasn’t far away. We were in the room fast, out of most of our clothes fast, and then we met again, this time physically. It was needed, it was release, it was passionate and intense, but it wasn’t rushed. We made use of almost all of the hotel room and bathroom, for how long I don’t know, but it was late, very late, probably the better description was that we had seen in the new day and it was now early.

At the end, my companion started to shake a little, a subtle quiver in the dark, lying beside me and partially on me. She was crying a little, and asked if I minded if she let go and cried. I think normally this may have surprised me a little, and maybe even fed into some of my own insecurities. Here though, in this moment, it was completely natural, understandable, even necessary. We were both in release, we were comfortable and we both knew things about what the other was going through at this time in our lives. She cried quietly but fully for a while, and I did too. I don’t cry, like I really don’t cry – almost ever. I cried like a baby and it felt great. It was another form of release on top of all of the other sexual release and it was a beautiful closure of the date.

I have been crying since, fairly regularly as it happens. I think this was an opening of me, a permission, or some other catharsis that changed me and is still changing me. I can’t tell you exactly how or why, but it felt right and it felt important and it felt perfect.

We Part!

This was not a normal booking. I don’t open up like that to anyone at a first meeting. My companion had also made decisions on the way through the booking to let it be different, to let it last, to let it play out as it did. She left me slowly, kindly and in a caring way. There wasn’t much of the night left, I laid down on the hotel bed expecting to sleep for a few hours before the world kicked back in, and I had to reset for a work day. I couldn’t sleep, I was relaxed, calm, happy and at peace, but I was also contemplative and needed to make the moment last as long as I could.

Slowly wondering what had just happened, who was this person who seemed to know me and what I needed so well. The room was rich with the remnants of our sex, the smell, warmth and feeling kept me cocooned in some weird post-sex meditative state. I didn’t sleep and soon enough my alarm went off, telling me it was eight in the morning and I had an hour to get to a business client meeting.

This was not a normal booking. It certainly wasn’t a normal first meeting. It isn’t representative of anything that came before and I suspect of anything that will come again. It was unique on so many levels, it was truly a ‘Once In A Blue Moon’ experience and strangely it marked the first-day of a three-day run of remarkable, unique, ‘Blue Moon’ experiences. I will write part two and three soon and although disconnected in many ways, it is an inseparable 72-hours for me – never to be relived, never to be forgotten and still transforming me many weeks later.

My companion and I are in different geographies and yet in some similar places in respect of a coincidence of our own individual life transitions. We remain in contact, we will be meeting again soon, I am sure sparks will fly and it will be amazing, but it won’t be, it can’t be, the same as this amazing first meeting. The focal point that this night played in a transformation of me is unique. It is still unfolding and is clearly a once-only thing. It is another escort experience that can’t be undone – I have changed as a result of that night and the two that followed. Thank you to a beautiful, gentle and deeply insightful soul who chose to spend a transformational ‘Blue Moon Night’ with me!

Thank you to my companion, as always, please keep speculation on people involved to yourself. Thank you for your readership. Please keep any comments respectful, we all know this is unusual and there is no suggestion that any other booking should ever unfold like this or any implication or excuse that it is OK to disrespect any boundaries, timing and the normal dynamics of an escort-client booking. Your own experiences and feelings are of course most welcome comments.

Xx SP 21 June 2017.

Interview With An Escort

Guest article – an escort’s perspective. Interview with Mischa.

Guest Article – Interview with Mischa.

Today marks the first ‘guest authored’ blog post on this site. We are going to hear from an Australian escort, Mischa, about her perspective and experiences.

Conducted by email and phone, I asked Mischa a series of questions, and eleven of those responses are included here. I know that my other posts are from a client perspective, but here as a change of pace, is the perspective of a working Australian escort.

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Mischa, how did you become a sex-worker and what was the early journey like?

My foray into escort work began the same way that I suspect a lot of other escorts did, with a broken heart. I had been in a relationship with a man that was considerably older than I was, and married. When he unceremoniously broke up with me via email, I saw working as an escort as a way to give other men what I had given him: intimacy, conversation, and new adventures that were not a threat to his everyday life as a husband and a father. Working as an escort would also provide me with the opportunity to earn money to cover university, textbooks, and other expenses.

Aside from the financial benefits and my genuine love of the job, I do have an additional reason for working as an escort. Just as you (PB) have written about ‘wanting to reclaim some of your youth before it is gone’, I am trying to make the most of my youth while I still have it. I’m scared that if I don’t, I will one day turn into the mother from the Adrian Lux song, Teenage Crime. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, check it out.

What are you proud of, or feel is your best ‘sex-work asset’?

My plan was always to work within a model that made myself and clients feel valued and comfortable. I have very few clients, almost all of them are regulars and they are just the most pulchritudinous individuals that you could ever meet. I am always genuinely excited to see any one of them. One client recently described me as “a polygamous sugar baby”, which I thought was funny and probably quite accurate! GFE is definitely what I excel at, but I have been taking some classes in BDSM just to keep things interesting.

What are your plans for the future?

At this stage, I plan to continue working part-time as an escort until I either finish university or meet my own semi-silver fox (applications welcome!)

Do you have any thoughts on the industry that you would like to share?

I strongly believe that the in-call laws in Victoria need to be modified to be in line with other states. I also think that sometimes there is not enough understanding about just how much work goes into being an escort. Aside from the marketing and business side of things, you really need to possess a genuine ebullience. A generally calm and upbeat disposition and sense of adventure are a must. You need to be resilient and emotionally stable.

It amazes me when clients introduce themselves with a disclaimer that they consider themselves to be old and fat. I genuinely don’t notice physicality. Every client has a certain kalon all of their own. I love it when I can make a client laugh. I feel a great sense of accomplishment when someone tells me that they’ve had a great time.

Do you feel isolated or discriminated against as a sex-worker?

I’ve only felt discriminated against as a sex worker twice, once when a guy that I liked indicated that he wasn’t interested in me, and I highly suspect that it was because he knew about my escort work. The second time was when Instagram deleted my account, despite the fact that it contained no graphic content.

What makes a great booking? 

Flanter! (That’s a word from Geordie Shore. Flirting + banter = flanter!) Pre-booking contact is a great way to get to know a little about each other, it can help make everything flow beautifully. Repeat bookings are always fantastic, especially if you have discussed different things with the client that they would like to try. The more information that clients give escorts before they meet, the better. When you really ‘click’ with a client, it is an indescribable feeling of joy for me, and hopefully for them too.

What have you yet to do or experience?

I do have a secret ‘Sexual Bucket List’. I’d like to accompany clients to platonic events or on trips more often. Longer bookings are always my favourite, which is why I don’t typically offer one hour bookings. Some of my most memorable experiences have been with clients that have had me with them for two days and two nights.

Do you have an experience or anecdote that you feel like sharing?

I’m not ‘out’ with anyone in my real life. My family is quite close so I have always tried to hide my travel from my parents. However, when I lived in Queensland, I would sometimes ask them to feed my cat (not a euphemism by the way) while I was away. One day, after I had called my Mum to ask her to feed Mr Cat, she forgot to press ‘end’ straight away after we’d finished speaking. Clear as day, I heard her say to my Dad, “Why is she going away again? Do you think she’s running a drug trafficking ring?”. Recently I briefly mentioned to a client my intention to one day undergo a rhinoplasty. He replied with, “I’m not seeing you anymore. I’m not funding rubbish”.

Mischa, do you have a message you would love to get out to people?

I would encourage men (and women) to keep an open mind about seeing an escort. There is still this misconception that seeing a sex worker is absolutely taboo. Our lives are so short, and I strongly believe that we have a responsibility to ourselves to try every human experience possible. I would encourage everyone to put aside any anxiety or misgivings and try it. It’s so much less messy than having an affair. Even if you are between relationships or happily single, skin-to-skin contact and affection is still important. No two bookings (even with the same client) are ever the same. From frantic, urgent sex to slow and sensual and everything in between, every booking is an adventure.

What has surprised you about sex work?

No matter how emotionally strong you are, nothing prepares you for the day that a client tells you that he is in love with you and wants to leave his wife for you. That he would sometimes shed a tear in the lift when leaving our booking. That’s that only time that I have questioned my decision to become an escort. I thought, “What the hell am I doing?” I didn’t get into this to cause anyone hurt.

I have also been surprised when given gifts! One client gives me the loveliest handwritten cards every time we meet. I’ve been given a beautiful necklace, many adult toys and generous gift vouchers. When I receive a heartfelt note, or a client has cooked something for me, I’m really touched. I am constantly surprised at the gratitude that I feel from my encounters with smart, brilliant and inspiring men. I feel that they’ve often given me more than I can return. I’m really skilled at compartmentalising the different parts of my life, so it has surprised me that I’ve made friendships that I believe will last for a long time to come. I am really blessed.

Has working as an escort changed you as a person?

I have always held the belief that you should leave people in a better state than when you met them. I’ve always applied this philosophy to all of my work, relationships and people I meet socially. The same philosophy is especially relevant in sex work. On reflection, I have developed a greater empathy for anyone that I encounter in my life. I’m more open-minded towards relationships now. Perhaps choosing the one partner to fulfill every single role in your life (co-parent, lover, friend) is not for everyone.

Thank you to Mischa, my first guest for being interviewed and writing this article, I hope that you enjoy this perspective and a change of pace from my (client) perspective to that of a working Australian escort. Still to come, another client’s view, some more of my articles and maybe, after this piece, some other escort and industry guest articles. Thank you as always for your readership.

Since the original publication, both Mischa and I have received some negativity over publishing an escort’s perspective here. Please have some respect and keep hateful opinions to yourself. I deliberately wrote very straightforward and ‘non-leading’ questions, so as to reduce any influence, and this is Mischa’s story generously added here for your information, not your derision. If you can’t respect me, then please at least respect guest bloggers – their privacy and their right to their own views and stories.

Xx SP 6 June 2017 (well actually Mischa’s work – article updated 25 June 2017)

Egg On My Face

Some of the mistakes that I have made as a client of escorts.

Taking a look at some lessons.

Not so long ago, I was known by another name on Twitter – that account was called Prince Eggnog (@PrinceEggnog). The story of how that name came about, I will save for another day. This blog article is the story of some of the mistakes that I have made as a client of escorts. That story needs a revelation, and that revelation is that Percival Blakeney and Prince Eggnog are one and the same anonymous client.

Why does this even matter? The reason is simple, Prince Eggnog was my first ‘anonymous’ Twitter account as a client and I made a bucket-load of mistakes during that period. I am still making many mistakes today, but no attempt to write about my short-comings and the lessons that I have had as a client would be complete without Prince Eggnog. Time to deal with some ‘egg on my face’.

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Having an active social media profile as a client.

My first mistake was having any social media profile at all. For a while, I was an anonymous client, reading profiles, reading escort social media and booking some escorts and starting to see some regulars. This is probably the most typical client approach on social media – radio silence! Communication was for the most part by text messages, with limited contact between bookings. It was a wonderful time, full of brand new experiences. Although I was making plenty of mistakes as a new client, they were largely invisible – I wasn’t, at least as far as I know, making any ‘public’ mistakes.

Then I was nearly ‘outed’ twice, and an escort suggested that I set up an ‘anonymous Twitter account’, and use that for some of my communications. The Twitter account of Prince Eggnog was named and born. Being ‘anonymous’ never sat that comfortably with me, but like the early days of seeing escorts, the early day’s of having a social media account were exciting. My activity primarily centered around discourse with escorts, other clients and related sex-work accounts. This social media activity had its own level of taboo, intrigue, additional industry learning, and it was nice to have another place to engage with the escorts that I had met, and to learn more about other escorts that I hoped to meet. I have already written about becoming ‘Addicted to Escorts’, I also became addicted to the industry’s social media. Having a ‘client profile’ on social media opens up a whole new territory for making mistakes, and what is worse, these mistakes are there for everyone to see.

Making public social media mistakes!

I hope that for the most part, I make a pretty decent client. I certainly care about all of the escorts that I have met, and I care about the industry. It hurts when bad things happen. I feel disgusted by bad client behaviour, disappointed by the nastier side of the industry, sad when people are trolled, bullied and upset, and I feel happy when people are having a great time. I feel especially happy when I am having a great time. One of my biggest mistakes is that I thought other people would like seeing escorts and clients having a great time. Unfortunately that is not always, or even often, the case.

Celebrating escort-client bookings.

I thought I could ‘celebrate’ my journey as a client on social media. I thought that when an escort gave their permission, showing that a ‘great booking’ had occurred would be a nice thing to do. After all, this sort of ‘booking recap’ content is published all the time. Well I was wrong. I knew when I saw similar posts with other clients, when they were out with escorts that I adored, I felt my own ‘pang of jealousy’ – why wasn’t it me, was I still a liked client, why did I have to see that when I was having a bad day, or any other version of normal human envy. Then that thought would pass, and I would think how happy I was that an escort that I liked had been treated well and their business and the broader industry was good. People were having fun – and isn’t that how it should be? I would also look forward to my own next booking with that person, and I even grew to respect (and learn from) some of the better behaviours, client generosity and booking ideas of the more experienced clients out there than me.

I know many people feel like that, but there is also a very nasty side to escort-client social media. I was accused of being a ‘show-off’, of trying to have escorts compete for my bookings, of lying, of being a ‘man-slut’, of being a ‘disease-spreader’, or trying to move the power dynamic away from escorts and into the hands of clients. I was accused of far worse than that. I was threatened to be ‘outed’, black-listed, slandered on escort forums, and I even had a laughable death threat. I don’t know whether I am an idiot, but none of those things bothered me that much, there was only one thing that actually really upset me – and that it is why I shut down the Prince Eggnog account. I was worried that I was ‘Hurting Feelings’, a topic I have written about in the past. I became aware that for some of the escorts that I was extremely close too, my activity was actually hurting their feelings. This isn’t an ego thing, I didn’t break anyone’s heart (I hope), it was simply annoying to them, and for that reason I shut it down. In my mind, that account did not provide enough benefit to me, to warrant hurting the feelings of anyone else, even in a small way.

Even bigger mistakes were in store!

It gets worse. At one point, I asked publicly on Twitter if any escort would like to attend a concert with me. This is a complicated story, perhaps destined for its own article one day. In short, I had a spare ticket to a concert. I asked a regular of mine at the time who wasn’t interested. Then in a profoundly stupid moment, I put out a public Twitter post asking if anyone was interested. Realizing that a loud rock concert wasn’t the ideal place for a first booking, I got cold feet and asked (in private) three escorts that I knew much better if they were interested. Two said yes. In mishandling this ‘concert ticket’ fiasco, I eventually lost my client relationship with the two escorts who said yes, the one who originally said no, and the respect of a number of other people on Twitter.

What you do publicly can have very profound and long-lasting consequences. There are so many lessons from that one badly thought through incident, perhaps the biggest, is that even though the whole industry is full of ‘competition’, just like any industry or market, don’t create competition or the perception of competition, even if that is not the intention. Clients seeming to create competition, even though they probably don’t know that they are, is a far from an ideal scenario. I have suffered from that one action more than anyone else involved, probably more than anyone knows or will ever know, and I am still suffering from the consequences of that saga even now many, many months later.

So how many lessons does it take?

You would think the ‘concert fiasco’ would be enough – oh no, when it comes to slow learners, I can be among the slowest. Not that much later, I had a lunch-booking cancelled on me on the morning of the booking. I had (and still have) no issue with that at all, the escort in question had no choice, and I was not upset by the cancellation. I have never yet been upset by a cancellation. We ended up catching up eventually and she still lets me see her, something that I am thrilled about. I did however have a nice lunch planned for that day, and I was already in the hotel room when the lunch was cancelled.

Yes, you know where this is going already, I put a public Twitter post out to see if any local escort was free to take up the same-day booking. Let’s not spend too long on this, but the lesson is largely the same. Escorts can try to get a late replacement for cancelled bookings through public forums, clients cannot. In the escort-client world, it isn’t like other industries, a good client makes it seem like it is a date and not a purchase. It is about the fantasy and the experience more than the reality. Unintentionally, I made it look like a purchase and a competitive one at that. So there is the answer, sometimes it takes me at least two big mistakes to learn one simple lesson. Client’s shouldn’t use public social media to fill an escort booking – lesson learned.

Other mistakes and learning experiences.

I can see that this topic is going to be one with many chapters. I am not even close to outlining how many missteps and faux pas I have made. So there will probably be more articles on mistakes in the future. One I think I will need to write about is the idea that there are ‘No Nice Endings’. I don’t want this to sound negative, but usually when there are no more bookings between a client and an escort that have had a long history together, the reason is likely to be negative. Unless there is a ‘retirement’, the ceasing of a regular or semi-regular client-escort relationship is normally the result of something negative happening. I have hinted at this in ‘What Went Wrong?’, and ‘Escort Relationship Breakdowns’, however I think the conversation about ‘what can be learned’ in these situations still needs some attention (in my mind at least).

My biggest mistakes!

Easily my biggest mistakes are simple to describe but harder to avoid. When the client-escort relationship is a strong one, it is pretty easy to get hurt. I have spoken about ‘Hurt Feelings’ in a past blog article. In this case, the mistake is a simple one, when I have been hurt by an escort – and that certainly happens to any regular and caring client – there are times that I have not handled the hurt well. Escort-client relationships are a fantasy, they are a pretend perfect world, they are this way so that the ‘moment together’ in the framework of a booking can be this perfect place, a perfect fantasy moment given a temporary place in reality. I should have processed and eliminated the hurt I felt and moved on. My mistake is when I have felt the pain too much, and as a result I have either unintentionally shown that I am in pain, or worse yet reflected that pain back to the escort that I care about – it is the ‘care level’ that allows the pain to be created in the first place.

Almost every one of my ‘endings’ with an escort is the expression of this lesson as yet still a work-in-progress with me. Being too needy, or the opposite position of being too hurt or upset, is very likely to damage or end the connection. While it is an ‘escort-client’ relationship, it needs to stay within relationship parameters that have limited tolerances for the expression of pain, anger or hurt. The escort or the client will leave if it looks like being too much like a ‘real relationship’, unless both have agreed that is where it is headed. For the escort-client relationship to continue it needs to remain a close-to-perfect ‘fantasy’ – no residual hurt allowed. It doesn’t mean that ‘hurt’ can’t happen, it just means that it needs to be resolved, forgotten, forgiven or otherwise dealt with very, very quickly. Someone needs to move past the negativity, let it go, or else it is all over.

I have ‘blown-up’ some great client-escort relationships and some escorts have blown up ones with me. I have a couple of connections that have been put-at-risk, I only hope that I have learned this lesson in time. I don’t want to lose anyone else.

Moving on from my mistakes!

I am happy to consign Prince Eggnog to the past, it was part of my experience, part of my growth, and it came with both huge enjoyment and almost equally acute pain. I do sometimes wonder why certain people never forgave me for my mistakes. I know there are ‘unforgivable sins’ in the escort-client world, although I have never (and will never) commit any of those. For some reason however, client mistakes in public are not forgivable in the eyes of certain escorts and other clients. I do sometimes feel that Prince Eggnog was unfairly treated in some circles, even though it was true that he was more of a ‘Town-Fool’ than a Prince.

Now you know what (or who) came before Percival Blakeney. That is not to say that my new client persona is any better. I am still making plenty of mistakes, I am still upsetting people, I am still being trolled from time to time and I am still learning. I will be writing more about my mistakes, past, present and future – because part of this experience, part of this journey, is continuing to learn.

If I have ever upset you, I do sincerely apologize. I promise that it was without malice and I regret any mistake that I ever made that led to any hurt. I have never deliberately hurt any escort. Forgive me if you can. I forgive anyone who has hurt me on this journey because you are on your own journey too. After all, there is still too much fun to be had to get caught up in sadness.

Thank you for your readership. You don’t need to share any mistakes, maybe sharing mistakes is another new mistake all of its own, but thank you in advance for any comments and feedback. Thank you to everyone who played the game with Prince Eggnog, and those who went the extra mile with that story – you know who you are and I thank you from the bottom of my heart! R.I.P. Prince Eggnog (2016-2017).

Xx SP 29 May 2017 (article updated 19 June 2017).

My Threesome Curse

Why are my threesome bookings linked with disasters?

Seven Stories of Woe!

I have a curse when it comes to doubles bookings (threesomes). Sure, I may be reading too much into these experiences, I often do, but you be the judge. Read about my seven doubles experiences, not all that bad to be honest, but at the end you decide – should I risk another doubles booking?

The numbers speak for themselves, seven attempts, fourteen wonderful escorts, and from the ashes nine that I have never seen again and maybe only five that I am still seeing. That is not good results in anyone’s books – and the common point of failure is me. I am cursed when it comes to doubles bookings – see for yourself.

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Doubles encounter one.

I had been seeing escorts for several months by this stage, and I had mentioned to a few escorts that eventually I would like to try a doubles booking. Two escorts plus me, lesbian or straight, it didn’t really matter. My first experience was largely unplanned.

I had a dinner booking with an escort that I like and completely trust, and we had already seen each other on many occasions. Not long before the booking, she contacted me to tell me that an overseas escort that she admired (and had been in long-term contact with), was going to be in the country and would I consider changing the booking to my first double. With a lot of nerves and messages exchanged, I excitedly agreed that after dinner, we would be joined by this ‘mystery guest’.

In many ways it was a great evening, lots of conversation and a great feeling of fun. The sexual intimacy was a little strange. For one thing, at around that time last year, and as a result of stress and other issues, I was not always a great performer. OK, I’ll spit it out, I didn’t always achieve an orgasm. My companion knew this, and was probably a little nervous on my behalf, and protective of me. I also felt that she was also a little in awe of our international guest. Our guest picking up on these clues, was also a little reluctant to ‘step in’, and I felt that she was holding back.

In the end, the guest took charge and it was a very erotic experience. We never spoke about the elements of awkwardness and restraint, and we probably should have, but both of us had other things and issues going on in our lives, and we never really mentioned that booking again.

After a few more bookings, we had some other communication drama over some other issues, and we haven’t seen each other since. Her last message to me stated clearly that she would not take any future bookings from me. The double wasn’t the end of our long connection, but it did mark the start of a slide in the quality of our connection and probably didn’t help. I don’t blame the double for not seeing either of these two lovely escorts anymore, but then I didn’t know that I was cursed yet. For the record, I miss my companion from these experiences, she is a wonderful person and a wonderful escort and our ‘international guest’ was also a very lovely companion.

Doubles encounter two.

This story has an element of déjà vu already. Once again a long-standing regular, who knew of my desire to experience a doubles-booking, and knew a lot of other things about me as well. We had shared many experiences, much of the story of our lives and our hopes and dreams. I never disrespected our business arrangement, but felt that we were also friends and I trusted her to navigate me through any experiences.

Another ‘late notice’ experience, I had a big function on, and due to the nature of it, knew that I would be pretty drunk that evening. So although we were in the same city, we had said that we wouldn’t ‘catch-up’ that day. In post-event contact later that evening, we convinced each other to change plans and meet. We ended up together and in the process invited another escort into a booking for a double. This experience had lots of twists and turns that simply can’t be told. My alcohol fueled state meant that I was useless physically, but despite that, it was a weird, surreal and in most ways an enjoyable evening. After a long session, my regular was asleep, and I was finally able to ‘get hard’ and have sex with the companion that had joined us. I don’t think that went down too well with my regular companion.

In the days that followed we exchanged messages. Some issues from that night, as well as some that had perhaps been lurking beneath the surface, from the lengthy history we had together, played out. Apparently I had asked the companion that had joined us for her details – I don’t remember that, but I do believe that in my state, that was likely. I also felt hurt by what was said, and in the end, we stopped communicating and haven’t seen each other since that night. This really was a disaster. I miss her and how we were together, and I think I lost the start of a friendship in the process. Client-escort relations and friendships under these sort of circumstances are fragile things. She is probably glad to have seen the back of me!

Doubles encounter three.

This time I felt I had learned a lesson (or two). My double number three was different in many ways. This time it was with two escorts that I had only seen once before, each of them separately. So we had ‘good connections’, but no long-standing ‘regular-client’ relationship on the line this time. It was also planned, as one escort was finishing a tour of the selected city and the other escort was commencing theirs. Finally, it was also a pair of escorts that had doubled many times and in fact are quite renown for their doubles.

I may be using a bit of artistic license to call this a ‘tale of woe’ or ‘disaster’, as it was actually a wonderful booking. I can however claim that it was cursed – well sort of. One escort met me earlier, for us to have day-spa massages at the hotel. Once we had finished and were getting ready for dinner, she realized part of her outfit was back at her hotel. The doubles partner had to turn around, mid-travel, and go and pick it up (in extremely heavy traffic). To my benefit, I got to spend an unexpected extra hour talking to my first companion, in only her very sexy lingerie, while we waited for the rest of her outfit to arrive.

This was a ‘double dinner-date’, and after our hour-delay ‘fashion incident’, we had a great dinner and then retired to the hotel room. It was a wonderful evening, and not cursed beyond the fashion and traffic gods, other than one point, that is a comment on double bookings in general. As a ‘talkative client’, the sexual aspect of doubles is highly appealing, while at the same time the one-on-one intimacy is reduced – it is a weird effect for someone who is there for more than just the sex.

I had a great time, although I doubt that my ‘best contribution’ did anything more than get this amazing pair of women into ‘first gear’, if you can understand my meaning. They were very kind and attentive, but this was hardly the reenactment of a three-way porn scene, and that is all down to me – they are proven performers, I was the weakest link. That isn’t to say I wanted anything more, I was very happy with the sexual aspects of the evening – I’m just saying that it was all probably pretty ‘vanilla’ for my experienced guests.

I was left thinking that two separate dinner dates with these wonderful women, would perhaps have been a better outcome and fit, with the type of client that I am. My last meeting with one of these amazing escorts was that night, and I have seen the other escort on one occasion since. That is mostly a function of geography (I hope) and I believe that I am still a welcome client of both of these amazing escorts – but that wouldn’t support my story of woe. So let’s just say for now, the pathways with each escort are separate, and I am still to see one of my amazing companions from that night again, yet!

Doubles encounter four.

My journey returns to an adored regular. Another extended double, this time a lunch-date and then an afternoon together. We had been floating the idea of a double around for a while, it was to be with the preferred doubles partner of my long-standing companion. I arranged a ‘coffee-date’ for an initial meeting, and that went amazingly well, we got along famously as I knew we would. How could we not, given the shared connection, and how well I’m sure this escort ‘chooses’ all of her contacts and friends.

The lunch-date came, and lunch was magnificent. It was natural, fun, great food, company and ambiance – just an absolutely perfect start. We retired to the room and everything felt great, my escort companions started to undress – this was going to be the perfect day!

Just as I put my phone down and switched it to silent, starting to get undressed myself, a call came in. In the next half-an-hour, a complete melt-down at work occurred, this external disaster included the loss of my biggest ever work contract. I returned to my companions, with half-an-hour of the booking lost, and I struggled as valiantly as I could to maintain a mood of celebration and keep the terrible ‘work news’ out of my mind. My partners for the day did a great job, and it was still a wonderful booking, it just had the edge taken away from it by external events. So the curse is about more than the booking, in this case, it felt like the universe was conspiring against me as well – of course I’m joking, but the timing could not have been worse.

There is a real potential ‘curse’ element to doubles bookings however, one that is worth considering, if as nothing more than a tale of caution. Some of my Twitter contacts, knowing that I was about to write this article, suggested that I include, “what happens if you like the third-person more than your original escort companion?” Well that would be a problem, but it is not one that I can talk too from personal experience – that dynamic hasn’t happened to me yet.

What I can say however, is that I really, really, really like the companion who joined us that day – she is smart, beautiful, fun and lovely in every way. I would love to see her again, separately and in doubles, however so far, other than the coffee date, that is the only time that I have seen her. The partner that joined us for the day is one of the escorts that I think about when I’m in the mood I describe in ‘Single Booking Sadness’. There is a trap, curse, or consequence of a doubles booking that opens up this conundrum of ‘when is the right time’ to see someone introduced to you as part of a doubles booking. I still see my regular companion as often as I can, I would like to re-live this double experience again without the world outside collapsing, but I would also like to see the companion that joined us – unfortunately, you can’t have it all. This is another different curse, the curse of the spoilt client!

Doubles encounter five.

This encounter is still pretty fresh and painful. My fifth double was at the suggestion of another regular, who had previously recommended the other escort to me as a ‘stand-alone’ companion, when I was visiting another distant city. I had seen both escorts on a number of occasions, and I was very close to both of them, perhaps ‘too close’ in many ways.

We ended up in the same city for the first time, and my original companion made the doubles suggestion. This was to be a lesbian-double and they had long history and experience together. It was also going to be a chance for them to ‘teach me’ some new skills in the bedroom – something I was looking forward too. I don’t think of myself as a good lover, but part of my journey is trying to learn more and become a better sexual companion.

The plan was to see one of these wonderful women for a dinner booking one night, and then the other companion for an overnight the following evening. During the overnight on the second evening, after dinner, the companion from the first evening was to join us for a couple of hours in a lesbian double. I know complicated, still with me?

It was great, but even at the time something didn’t feel quite right. I still don’t know exactly what happened, but after the double, for the rest of the overnight, my companion was distant and we had no further sexual connection. We had a long history, a lot of past bookings and a very open dialogue. Since that evening, our conversation quickly moved to a ‘separation’ as client and escort and an ending of communication. Although there are real reasons and no doubt she is as upset with me as I am with her, I don’t think either of us understands exactly what happened, and why the wedge grew so quickly. As a result, I have not seen either companion since, although I hope that in the other case, it is purely a result of geography. In fact since the first publishing of this article, we have made arrangements to catch up again soon.

I have very strong feelings for my companions in this instance. I hope that in the case of the ‘ended’ connection, that her journey from here is wonderful. I hope that being on that journey without any connection to me is what she wants and what is best for her. I don’t feel that it is best for me, and I am still hurting about the conclusion of our long journey together. However if you care for someone, you want the best for them, even if you are not part of their story anymore. I don’t blame any aspect of the double for this, but it was a catalyst and it was also coincidentally the last time that we met. So I believe as I have stated already, that when it comes to doubles, I may very well be cursed by coincidence if not by the bookings themselves!

Doubles encounter six.

Since I wrote the first version of this article, I have two more threesome booking stories to tell. This story, ‘double encounter six’ is a very, very big (and involved) story and I will no doubt be mentioning aspects of it in articles for a long time to come. In fact I already have a name for a future story about the booking itself – ‘Once In a Blue Moon’ – but you will have to wait for that article, I am not emotionally prepared or able to write about it in detail just yet.

I can’t even bring myself to write much about this at all right now. The simplest description is that it was my last booking with my longest standing regular. It was our twenty-first booking together. I love this person, you will know this if you have read ‘Loving an Escort’ and the stories, themes and feelings from our almost 100-hours spent together are spread everywhere throughout my blog articles. I know that I shouldn’t be in love with her, but I am, and these are some of the hardest paragraphs I have written yet since I started this blog. My longest standing escort connection has come to a close and this doubles booking, our twenty-first booking is also very likely to be our last booking together.

We didn’t end our journey because of the booking, nothing bad happened in the booking at all. My lovely companion had already told me that she was retiring. So unless my adored companion returns at some point in the future, this was coincidentally our last meeting. I am so very happy for her, I hope that the future is everything that she wants it to be, she deserves every great and wonderful thing! But I am heart-broken. The double wasn’t cursed, but it feels right now as though I am doubly cursed! It was a great, emotionally charged, long and wonderful double-booking, that also happened to mark the end of such a wonderful and treasured relationship. It is so hard not to feel, that in some way, this isn’t still a curse of sorts. I cannot begin to describe how much I am going to miss this amazing person.

Doubles encounter seven.

Changing the mood I hope, my final doubles encounter (for now) was wonderful. Another escort that I adore and I am seeing as frequently as I can, invited me to participate in a booking with one of her doubles partners. I think, it may have been in part, for her to prove to me that doubles are amazing bookings. Of course you can see that already, I am not cursed, all of these seven bookings have been amazing. I am just a spoilt, emotional and over-thinking person. It was just that they connect to strange events, coincidences and unfortunately, a little bit too often, the end of the line on escort connections – especially with some adored regulars. These bookings are connected to both joy and sadness, rather than any ‘curse’ – but of course I needed a title for the article, and I have had more ‘shit-go-down’ (it would seem), when it is connected to double’s bookings than with any other form of booking.

Back to this booking. Simply put it was great fun. I was surprisingly nervous, not sure why, but I eventually relaxed into a couple of hours of fun, some great sex, and time spent with two lovely, beautiful and engaging escorts. Since it was relatively recent, I can also say that I haven’t seen either of these escorts since. That suits the ‘numbers’ that I used at the start of this article for emphasis, but I hope that it both cases, there is a road ahead – I certainly enjoy the company of both of these wonderful women.

So what about the future? Doubles encounter number eight!

If you are wondering, yes, these stories are all completely true – from my perspective at least. Obviously details are left out, as this is meant as a journey and thought starter, not a ‘tell-all’ revelation – as that is something that I would never do. Please be kind to me and the honesty I have shown, I know I am flawed, and I know that I am the one common connection – so without doubt, this is all my doing, where there are negatives in these stories, they are all entirely my fault.

There are fourteen wonderful escorts in these stories, and they really are all wonderful. Please don’t infer anything about them – they are all professional, all lovely, and any client would be privileged to meet any single one of them. I am so glad that I got to meet them, and despite anything you may read into this article, I would not give one of those bookings back – I am so humbled and privileged to have met them. That they allowed me to be a client when they did was a gift. Those that still see me as a client – well that is a gift beyond words.

As for the future, I am still just a little ‘gun shy’. I have had a booking with a wonderful escort who is a doubles-partner with another regular of mine, I like them both enormously and of course I adore the regular in question. So far, I have been reluctant to put that ‘preparation’ into an actual doubles booking. Why? I am so concerned now that it could end another pathway with a regular who is extremely important too me – that I don’t know if I can take that risk. I am angry at myself for being ‘risk averse’, as that is not normally me, and I know if I stop taking risks, that may have its own negative consequence.

I guess that makes this a great place to stop this article. Do you think I’m cursed? Do you think I’m an asshole? Do you think I should book this double and stop acting like a coward? Most of all, what do you think about doubles, and what stories would you like to add or tell? We all know that I am not cursed – I am a very, very lucky client.

Right now however, I am struggling with the end of my longest and deepest escort connection. I wish her all the best and thank the other people who continue to support me, see me and care for me.

Thank you for your readership. Please respect my anonymous companions for this (at times) very difficult and emotional story to write. Please also comment, share and discuss if you feel inclined. Thanks also to Carla, Amber, Marco and Debauched for their comments on the initial version of this article.

Xx SP 5 May 2017 (article updated 4 June 2017).

Becoming a Client

The journey of one client – how did it begin?

Why did I become a client of escorts?

Everyone has a ‘how did it begin’ story. Clients, and much of the world at large are interested in how escorts began their journey. Less interesting is how clients began, but since it ‘takes two-to-tango’, here is the story of one of them – me.

When I started as a client, it was the mid-point of a part of my life-journey that is still unfolding. Many of the causes I didn’t realise at the time, and I’m sure many of them I’m still to learn and appreciate, but this is what I know so far.

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What was happening when I first booked an escort?

It was the convergence of a few things, each with their own timeline. Firstly, I hit an age where there are more days behind me than days left in front of me – no matter what I like to tell myself. Secondly, I was traveling a lot for work, and spending many, many lonely nights in glamorous hotels. Finally, I was not happy in many parts of my life, including within the intimate, sexual, love and friendship aspects of my life – and this had been the case for a very long time.

I guess this is not uncommon and is almost a text-book (if there was a text-book) case of both a mid-life-crisis as well as an on-ramp to booking the services of Escorts. Despite this, it did take a long time for me to gain both the inclination and the courage to make that first booking – I put up with this scenario for a long time, years in fact. Against these forces, I was building a successful business, bringing up children, putting on weight and telling myself I was doing a good job. Telling myself that I was happy, lucky and successful.

The trigger (or catalyst).

A close friend of mine died suddenly of a heart attack. Like me he was under-50 and had shared a very similar life. A close circle of us were dramatically impacted, and we all had the natural response of thinking, that could have been me. You make an assessment of where you stand in a moment like that – and I didn’t like how that self-assessment looked.

I had so many things that I wanted to do. Things I had been putting off. I wanted to travel, see shows, sports, and places that I hadn’t got around to seeing yet. I wanted to make mad, passionate love, try sexual things that I hadn’t yet experienced, and find out sexually what I liked. Yes, I had been out of sexual intimacy for so long, that I didn’t even know what I wanted or liked anymore, or even what was possible. I didn’t even know my body properly (a story for a future article) and believed personal image things about myself that I’ve since learned were not actually true. I wanted a shot at being young again, before it was forever too late.

The ‘on-ramp’ to booking escorts.

Initially I did make changes. I told myself, in very clear terms, that I needed to be selfish. I needed to take time away from work and home that was just for me, and realise that things I had been telling myself were ‘for me’, were actually just things I needed to do because of the world I had built around myself. Learning to be a bit more self-centered may come easily to some people – it remains a difficult path for me. I fight guilt at having a secret life and focusing on my own enjoyment above the needs of others.

In the early days, I went along to a strip-club while traveling with some work connections – something I normally refused or managed to avoid. I went for non-sexual massages and then later some more deliberately erotic ones – although I’m yet to experience Nuru – something still for the ‘bucket-list’. I also watched more porn, not that I hadn’t before, and in retrospect, it wasn’t porn that I needed, it was deeper human contact and intimacy.

After a few strip-club visits, I met a dancer who would meet me at my hotel after her shift. Our arrangement was that I bought her room service dinner and paid the equivalent of a one-hour private dance. At the start it was a private dance (only) and then a late dinner (well more an early breakfast) and lots of talking. Later it was just talking and eating as the dance was only an excuse for me to have her with me as company.

We spoke about how stripping worked around the world, her immigration issues, our friends, our lives, our current issues, and what we wanted to achieve in our lives. This only lasted a few months, before I realised that I actually needed the sex too, and that wasn’t part of our arrangement. Every sex industry participant has their line, the area that is comfortable for them, and their boundaries. We wished each other well.

Booking my first escort.

Having decided that I was going to see an escort, I did what I always do, try to gather some knowledge. Early in my ‘research’, I came across the relatively new (at the time) Scarlet Blue website. I decided that of the avenues I had found so far, it seemed to suit me the best. Their approach was clear and straight-forward and the way the escorts were marketed to prospective clients seemed to have some ‘class’, devoid of some of the sleazier and more degrading things I had come across elsewhere on the Internet.

I took my time trying to decide who I should meet first and I observed a number of escorts through their social media activity, trying to get a little bit of a clue as to what they might be like in person. Eventually I made my choice and sent a request text message to the escort I wanted to see – even that was a nerve wracking moment.

Booking request.

I knew nothing (John Snow – sorry couldn’t help insert the Game of Thrones reference). In fact less than nothing. I didn’t know if what I was doing was legal or illegal. I had no understanding of the etiquette, rules, and whether I would actually be meeting the person I thought I would be meeting. I was actually the most nervous about being a middle-aged guy meeting a beautiful young woman.

My text message must have been hilarious. It was too long, too much irrelevant detail, too confused on when and where, and most of all went into great lengths asking if I was an acceptable client, being middle aged, overweight, inexperienced and nervous. I wish I still had the text and the response – it would be amusing to so many of you. All I can say is that the escort was a true professional and put my mind at ease immediately. Obviously she thought the ‘age and fitness’ stuff was hilarious, but simply told me that made me a perfectly average client for her. The booking was made and I was due to see my first escort on my next interstate trip, about three weeks in the future.

My first booking.

During those weeks, I got called interstate again. Sitting bored in a hotel room, and having already committed to this path, I made a short notice booking with another escort. The booking didn’t go well. It was a combination of nerves, in-compatibility and some other aspects that weren’t clear to me at the time. I discovered later that the escort I saw was having major personal issues and shortly after our booking left Australia.

It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t good on a number of subtle levels and it would have prevented me from continuing as a client, if it wasn’t for the other booking that I felt I needed to honour. I don’t want to detail the issues of the first booking, they may be too identifiable, but I went into my second booking with even more nerves and trepidation.

My second booking.

Really my first booking, but my second escort meeting, it was the exact opposite of the first – it was amazing. The escort who arrived was exactly, no let me restate that, far better in real-life than in her profile. She greeted me affectionately, was a little nervous herself, bubbly, chatty and a real ‘presence’ in the hotel lobby. It was a three-hour booking, and ended up with two intimate sessions interspersed by us taking a break for some room service.

The exact memory of it is fading a little with time, but little things stand out. Smiles, time in the shower, great kissing, giggling and some real intimacy. Authentic openness about our lives, what we liked, and the rapid rush to intimacy that all the great first bookings have as a part of their dynamic. I was hooked, I was a client of that wonderful escort (and I am thankfully still her client today), and I was also addicted to being a client of Escorts more generally.

Like a lot of us clients, we owe so much to the escorts that take us by the hand and show us the ropes, in a way, it is like loosing your virginity all over again. In my case, I owe my companion so much. She has continued to see me, teach me, and support me along this wild journey. If there is such a thing as a modern-day muse, then I chose my first escort well, as she remains a constant source of inspiration for me still.

Hooked as a client.

I have fulfilled many of the ‘selfish’ ambitions I set for myself. I have traveled, I have seen and done more, but perhaps most of all I have become an ongoing client of the independent escort industry and of some specific escorts in particular. Almost all of my experiences are amazing and the escorts I continue to see are unique and I adore them each in their own way. There are many other stories for future articles, so far I have included becoming ‘Addicted to Escorts’ and ‘Why Multiple Escorts?’, however there are so many other aspects and stages of the journey, but for now, that is the story of how this one person became a client. I think just one more thing needs to be said …

What being a client means?

My life is not fully sorted, after all it is a journey. Being a client also means I have two lives – a secret one that I can only speak about with industry participants and here on these pages, and the ‘muggle’ one that I continue to live within as well. I guess some people, escorts and clients, can merge these two worlds, but many of us, again both clients and escorts, have to keep them apart (the subject of how we are all ‘Secret Keepers’ is covered in another article on this blog).

As a client, I have become happier (and at times sadder – it can be a roller-coaster of emotions), I have lost a significant amount of weight, become healthier and I think I am slowly becoming a better lover, friend and person. I still have lots of things I want to experience, now that my eyes have been opened to some of what is possible. I am still a ‘babe in the woods’ as far as the sexual experience side of the journey goes, but I have ambitions to learn more and experience more.

I also think my views on many things are changing (topics for another article). I don’t think most humans have their intimate, sexual and spiritual world worked out, or where it needs to be, most of us are captive in a restrictive, false and hurtful model. This industry can’t change that alone, but I think it gives many of its participants other pathways that should become more mainstream.

I am not giving up being a client – it would seem like someone who has seen a glimpse of the future going back to a world they know is broken. I think that because this ‘secret world’ has moments that are so pure and amazing, it also creates connections that are equally powerful. My challenge is to find balance and not attach too much meaning and need to the connections that I experience. That is hard, because the majority of escorts are simply the most amazing people that anyone could ever hope to meet!

Thank you for reading. Sharing, comments and your readership is greatly appreciated.

Xx SP 23 April 2017 (article updated 28 May 2017).