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I would like to stress that I DO NOT lump all men that pay for sex into the sweaty and urine marinated category. In fact, that was my first pleasant surprise when I first became an escort. I'd expected the horror stories of smelly, overweight belchers with rotting teeth and dribble. Instead I found I was entertaining men who were predominantly sometimes better kept than I was!!!

The clientele my rates attract sometimes smell so good that I'm sniffing the pillow long after they've left, especially if it was a particularly good encounter. As a rule of thumb, you want to make a place smell better for having you in it.

But even in England, when I charged less than what I do now, the trade those rates attracted the rough trade and drove away the genteel folk with whom I would have much more in common. There is a correlation between what I expect in terms of budget. Very low rates attract pond life.

There are men discerning enough to know that a lady charging a too good to be true low price is more likely to provide a rushed service, cut corners, and be less personable as at a low price, you'd be one of a large volume of bargain hunters with whom she isn't going to connect as well as she would if she'd seen 3 or 4 clients spread out over a day.

What I wish is that the bargain seekers would stick to profiles where the lady's price is within their reach and stop wasting my time with their course bargaining. If you expect to have anal sex with me and are still telling me that my prices are steep ... well ...

When I'm paid a good wage, I feel duty bound to provide a good service. And in the sex industry, the better a service you provide, the more you, the provider, can actually enjoy it.

That's the paradox of sexual intercourse. Two equally enthusiastic participants will create sparks, even when money has changed hands. If one of them is indifferent to what is going on, then it's just another coital disaster.

I had 3 very intense sessions with three punters yesterday. Each of the sessions, transcribed by a half decent author, would have made 50 Shades of Grey look like chip paper (oh wait ... but it is ... miaow).

But I felt I was being adequately compensated for my time and companionship. The guys were great company and were relating not just to my body, but to my mind also. They, I hope, felt they had made one of many good punting decisions by seeing me ... that or they are good fakers!!! I wouldn't go so far as to suggest I was their best, but, who knows? As for these guys, they were more than adequate, in every sense of the word.

My blog The Shame of the Overpriced Punter starred the cheap men with a punting addiction pretending that the recession is driving their unreasonable demands. They themselves have argued with me in the past that they won't last long anyway, so don't need the full 30 minutes. Those were not my words but theirs.

I respect, and have "co-operated" with impoverished victims of the recession who choose whom to spend their hard earned cash with great care and wise counsel. Because at Hotel Prulifornia, you can check out, but you can never leave!

xxx

Pru