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I dismissed the first knock. Having got my client to experience the hardest, firmest erection he could remember in years, I was not about to put his talents to waste. But it wasn’t a reluctance to lose the momentum that made me ignore the knock.

It was the fact that for the past three days, I’d hear what I thought was a knock on the door, or voices right outside my apartment door. There’d been so many false alarms, that I hoped this was one of them.

We paused for ...

Ireland, the land of the quickie bookings where a man that books an hour of time with an escort is even more scarce than sightings of the great mammoth!

Understandably, in this quickie climate, I refuse to do cum in mouth, aka CIM, with every Tom, Dick and Harry that walks in through the door. It just isn’t right. It flies in the face of all common sense.

Yes, I can understand how much better it feels not to feel a sudden draft of air blowing on your dick at the height ...

Punters hate a clock watcher. I’ve never come across that term, clock watcher, in any other walk of life. Personally, I hate to be in a position when I’m watching the clock during a booking. But sometimes you realise you’ve got one of those clients that assumes that the rapport between you is so incredible, he believes that he’s welcome to overstay his paid for time, and counts on the lady being too polite to out him for the con man he is.

I did have to make sure there was a clock ...

Over in London, I'm musing over a booking that almost didn't happen. As he later remarked when he came out of the shower afterwards "I'm glad I pursued you."

Indeed, it had been a 3 day pursuit.

First he broke the cardinal rule number one. Never haggle with an escort about her prices. It's insulting. That gave me a poor first impression not helped by the fact that he had waited until 11 pm to phone for a booking. And he wanted to see me at midnight. ...

In May, my escort Ireland tour was delayed by the volcanic ash cloud that delayed my flight to Belfast at the time. I remember having to go back home and try again the next morning.

This time, I need the hand of God that could delay my flight and thus my escort tour to Cork would be the snow. And it started just in time to really give me a major headache.

I made the strategic error of deciding to drive to Gatwick airport, urged by a friend who offered to look after ...