I guess, what I am trying to say here is that a nude Massage it is just a session between me and you but not exclusive for men which of course, women are always welcome however, the majority of my clients are straight men whom, for many reasons, happen to feel comfortable having a female masseuse; one of those and probably the most important is the freedom to speak what is on their minds as well as the fact that any question is always welcome not matter the nature of it without any censorship from me. I am not here to judge anyone, I am here to listen, to explain and help you to feel comfortable on your own skin.
At my massage parlour I have a discretion policy which I take very seriously; sometimes I could refer to any situation with another client in order to make clear a point or using it as an example but I will never give personal details as for me part of my duties are to protect my clients private life and identity. Reasons why I never hold phone numbers, address, personal details or accept credit card payments.
I am a therapist, a sensual masseuse but if you let me I could be your friend, your confident and your trust is very important for me.
This mornings office Fantasy – a wild dream by Nina
I’m in the office, browsing my phone for boys. I find one, give him my work details, and tell him to make an appointment to see me.
My sleazy boss comes over, and places one hand on the back of my chair and spins it round so I face him, another hand on my desk so it’s the perfect position to stare down my tight, white shirt into the crevice of my cleavage. I enjoy the attention, as today I have something special planned. I leave my legs suggestively open. ‘You have a request.’ He grins as me, eyes fixed on my tits. ‘We have a big high flyer who could be a big account. He’s asked for you personally. Can you handle a big one?’ I roll my eyes, nod, and suck a little bit on my pen as I I spin my chair around..that’s enough, for now. I want to tease this out…
Today I leapt into the unknown, and paid for sex with a boy. A young(ish), sensible, intelligent woman paying for sex. And it’s probably one of the best ideas I’ve ever had.
His name was ‘Marco’, a young English lad of Italian decent. Dark features, olive skin, and a toned, tanned body. Not what I would normally go for, but finding a guy to have sex with a stranger at relatively short notice is actually quite impossible. Let alone finding anyone who might be ‘my type’.
Somewhere on my bookshelf, hidden behind all of my other books is the Fifty Shades Trilogy still packaged neatly in its box. Academically, I am a bit embarrassed to admit that I own the books and that is why they are hidden but the curiosity was killing me so I snuck off and sheepishly bought them as a Christmas gift for myself late last year. I did not manage to finish reading the books for reasons I’ll explain later but I am fascinated by this phenomena that has swept across the globe.
There does not seem to be any stopping the commercial juggernaut that is 50 Shades of Grey. Three books, a film, sex toys, party games, lingerie, a fragrance, greetings cards, a ‘sensual care’ collection, jewellery, a classical music compilation album and now wine; E L James has certainly done well for herself. Since I have made a career out of my sexuality, I can’t help but feel hard done by that I was outshone by a “theoreticist”. Having spent years as an escort and in the trenches, I can’t help but ask the question….. Why didn’t I come up with this? ( I don’t mean to suggest that E.L. James doesn’t get any action, merely that there were other more likely sources for this sort of literature.)
It’s 12pm on a Friday afternoon. I have just done my in-call appointment for the day and Big Joe is in the shower preparing to go back to work. I pop downstairs to check on my phones and find an email from a Dutch lady who calls herself Enna. Enna states in the email that she is trying to reach me but I’m not answering, am I available to speak to her. I check my phones and there I see two missed international calls so I text back apologising for missing the call and tell her that I am available to speak. Big Joe is dressed, I kiss him farewell and see him out the door. As I open, a cold gust of air blows in and I’m pleased that I don’t have anywhere I need to be today.
When I was young, I had a strange habit of chewing my food equally as many times on either side of my mouth before swallowing. I attribute this bizarre custom to a story that was once told to me by a very old Irish nun. Before primary school, I had a lost year where my mother was transferred to a new job and I was not happy with the kindergarten I was going to. Nobody knew what to do with me so I went to a roman catholic convent where they had a zero year. It was a peculiar year where I learned to write in phonetics which I promptly had to unlearn the following year when I went to yet another school, but that is by the by. What the wise Sr. Anne of Dublin had tried convey to me with absolute gravity was that in life we should always pretend that there is an angel sitting on one shoulder and the devil sitting on the other. The devil is always trying to tempt us and the angel is always trying to guide us in the right direction. I believe this story was intended as an analogy between our daily choices between good and evil but at that age; I did not have the maturity to comprehend it as an analogy. I was a very thoughtful child and used to take everything that I was told literally. I genuinely proceeded with this experiment with the best of intentions and always tried to make the choices that the angel would agree with. My problem came at eating time…. How could I deny the devil his share of the food? It is one thing to be cast out of heaven and condemned to life in the mythical underworld but a man’s got to eat right? Continue reading The Dichotomy of Companions and Hobbyists
Since starting to learn about Tantra, I’ve come to understand that there is always some new to discover, it is an ever changing web. It is a vast and ancient subject, not static in its definition. The discussion of what Tantra is can stem from the influences and cultural background of its development, how it has evolved and changed along the way. Personally Tantra is about being honest, authentic and yourself, it is connected with using the body and following pleasure, desire and passion not just in sex, in every aspect of our lives, it incorporates using the 5 senses and the breath as the gatepost between the mind and the body, the inner journey should generate the awareness that everything is connected and that everyone and every living thing has a spark of the divine within them.
I’ve always had a thing about school uniforms: white knickers, long socks, pleated skirts but its only since I’ve been working as an indpendent escort in London have I been able to exercise my imagination and have had such fun. My names Twilight and I learnt at an early age that lots of men have a fantasy about that too. It’s really exciting having my knickers pulled down and gently smacked when dressed like a naughty school girl. “Giggles”
I do like facts and figures as you may know and apart from my own sexy, shapely stats I was fascinated to learn that there is a perfect beauty ratio that governs a woman’s face. Known as the two golden ratios, they are:
a) The ideal length between the eyes and the mouth and
b) The preferred width between the eyes.
The ancient Greeks where the first to play with the concept of golden ratios when expressing themselves in art and architecture though nowadays the average distance between the eyes, mouth and face contour forms the true golden rations.
According to recent researchers our feline faces are judged more attractive if the vertical distance between our eyes and mouth is approximately 36% of the length of our face. in addition the horizontal distance between the middle of our eyes should be about 46% of the width of our face.
Take a look at Megan Fox for a ‘perfect beauty’ ratio example. Though if you ask me it starts to get a bet overtly complicated especially when a girls hairdo can completely change the ratios. Nuff said.
And whose heard the old saying, ‘You don’t look at the mantelpiece when you stoke the fire?’
Want my opinion?
Its nothing to do with ratios and all to do with personal taste.