Nia Dark and Lovely, a Black Escort in London

I had a conversation with a friend yesterday who felt really guilty about how he earned his living. His job involves him helping out people who have problems, and he said that he felt really bad, knowing he was making money out of anothers misery.My friend is self employed, and felt that if he worked for Social services he would feel less guilty.

It got me thinking, as I do, about escorting. I know that some of my clients come to see me, because they cannot get what they want at home.Some clients have partners who are terminally ill, or their partners have stopped having sex with them altogether. Some can get what they want at home, but want variety. Some want a warm body, a hug, and some just want to talk nonstop.

I do not feel that I am profiting financially from the misery of others, because not all my clients are in miserable situations. I do enjoy escorting at times.I am left feeling entertained, relaxed and appreciated with some clients; and frustrated, insulted and threatened by others.

Getting back to the money. It is not up to me to decide whether a date with me is worth the going rate: that is my client's choice. I only have encounters with clients who have determined, that the time and money they spend with me is worth it to them.

For any campaigners in the UK, I came across this yesterday.

Something that Glengarry brought up in his comments on my post yesterday, raises the question of how discreet some escorts are. I never call my clients unless they have given me permission to. I do not email either, unless they have let on that it is okay to do so.

I read on a messageboard a while back, that some escorts send clients texts saying they are free, and would the clients like to make a booking.The clients said they would never book these escorts again, because of their lack of discretion. Texting or calling someone out of the blue, not knowing who they are with could be fatal, as Glengarry points out.

I do worry about regulars who I have not seen for a long while. Yes, they could be ill or dead, but I would never call to check. I do not feel that it is appropriate for me to make contact, without permission.

Labels: Black escort, discretion, escorting, Guilt

I slept with a priest yesterday. I had seen him a number of times, but he only let on that he was a priest yesterday, after he had come. This guy is up there with the DATY experts.

I wonder who taught him how to do it?

When he went down on me, I started to sing Hallelujah! He managed to do things at just the right pace. After he came, he disclosed that he was a priest. This freaked the hell out of me. I am a lapsed catholic, and can barely remember what I was taught in my catechism. It is strange, because every saturday, I was dragged off for spiritual direction, and had to learn all this stuff, off by heart. One thing I do remember is no sex with priests, no sex end of, unless you were married.

Well, where am I now?

He was not a catholic, so maybe that is not so bad. I know I am going down, but I just did not want to tip the scales, and sleeping with a priest may do that. In fact I believe most of us are going down, so see you all there :)

Had I known he was a priest before he saw me, would I have seen him?

I do not think so. I know this all sounds really hypocritical, but I just feel uncomfortable with it. Clearly if he had not mentioned it, I would not have had an issue with it. I guess my view on priests is, they are sacred.

Yeah, yeah, I also know about the priests who sexually abuse children, women and men, and I find that sick.

I have a client, a Trustafarian, who felt really guilty whenever he saw me. He was young, fit, and had lots of money to burn. Same routine, whenever I saw him. Catch up on what had been happening in our lives, debate about current events, and then down to action. This man worked my body out, and he had some serious moves. When it was all over, the guilt came out. He could not understand why I was doing this.

Why had I chosen escorting?

If things were so bad, why did I not stack shelves?

I was intelligent, and educated, and he felt awful dealing with what he had done to me. He said he felt sick. The thing is he kept on calling every week, without fail.

So, if it was so bad, why did he call?

I think with the Trustafarian, it was a ritual that we needed to go through each time we met.

Then there is Mr Swot who feels guilty because he knows why I do this, but would feel better if I was just doing it to buy Mulberry handbags, bless him.

It goes on and on and on and on.

Labels: Black escort, Boundaries, clients, Guilt, London