Escort Industry Ireland

This is one of the most meaningful comments of the many kind comments that I have received as an escort.

I was dismayed to hear that a favoured regular in Dublin was recovering from some pretty major surgery. When he heard I’d be in Belfast, he wrote me an anguished email, asking how I could tempt him so when he ought to be recuperating.

As the date of my arrival in Belfast drew closer, he was debating the practicalities of a punt during his convalescence. Even if ...

I’ve thought long and hard about the punter shower aversion situation. If I’m going to share a bed with a member of the opposite sex, and I know there’s a good chance of nookie, I at least have a wash down below and make sure my breath is fresh. It doesn’t matter if it’s a punter or a civilian.

I can’t assume that a guy who goes down on me wants the benefit of 12 hours of cooped up fanny breathing toxic fumes in his direction when he wants to go down on me. (Although some men have ...

What’s in a kiss?

A caller on the phone was expressing his reservations about his performance. He wanted to know if I kiss. It was very important, he stressed. He found, he explained, that he could get so turned on by being kissed that he’d get really horny and hard.

And this made me wonder? Is there more to the humble and often maligned kiss than meets the lips? So off I went to Google. Of course, if it’s indexed by Google, it must be true, right?

And ...

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 ...