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Diary of a modern day courtesan
8th April 2013, Monday
I hit bugis village at about 12 noon. I love shopping on Mondays.. No crowd no shove no push. I had a short and sweet shopping list to complete. An all-black corset, black lace stockings and a pair of all-black high Heel Stiletto. 5 inches high. No less. The corset and shoes were easily attained but the black lace stockings took me quite a fair bit of time to find. Plain Black stockings are easily available but I need black lace trimmings around the band of the stockings. I scoured almost the entire place and finally found one at a sex theme shop at ground level. Oh and before I forget, i need a pair of black thong with an opening at crotch region. Black seems to be my favourite choice of colour? Unfortunately, my favourite colour is baby blue. The items which Iam getting are specially chosen for my next assignment as per my client's request... Hi, my name is kerri, and Iam a modern day courtesan. This journal chronicles my personal musings and day-to-day experiences. Do pardon me if there is any gramatical and vocabulary errors. ![]() |
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Attention!!! Reporting ma'am!!
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I Like modern day courtesans.. camping here wif my rifles..
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Oh...the corset is not from the sex shop. The corset is from the shop that specialise in corsets only. I think they have another branch in Far East. Very pricey though...but nice quality and cute. ![]() |
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5/3/2011 Saturday (A single-most profound decision)
Dearest diary, Today marks a milestone in my life. Definitely not one to be proud of and definitely not to be stored in archives of my brain to be used as bedtime stories for grandchildren either. Its the day where I have an singular interview. With a social escort company. Yeah, you heard it right, Iam applying to be a social escort. Did I hear you say Iam outta of my mind? No Iam not. I have came to this excruciatingly difficult decision after mulling it for endless days and nights. I just want you to know its not an act of impulse nor is it under the influence of materialism. Choosing the appropriate clothing, selecting the perfect shades of eyeshadow, blusher and lipstick took me just over an hour to doll up for the interview. Iam not a professional makeup artist but after many Michelle Phan Youtubes I daresay Iam quite adept in the art of disguise. The knots in my stomach started when i walk through the glass door. Its a nondescript office in one of the buildings on the city fringe. I was shown to a small room and i sat down to wait. It felt just like any other normal interviews. A voice in the head (I like to call her my twin) smirked at me "you know, you still have time to walk out and go home and forget about the whole damn thing" But i did not. Because I spend endless nights hammering and chiselling my courage and ego just for this day. Soon after a homely looking lady of about 40 came in and sat next to me. I was caught by surprise as I was expecting a man. SHE: Hihi … Kerri? **looking at me smiling her motherly-like smile ME: *Nods my head…. **not trusting myself to speak (We shake hands, exchange pleasantries and she introduce herself as Ms L.) SHE: Ok…. So, can you tell me a little bit of yourself? **Flashing her motherly smile once again ME: Iam currently in my last year of studies at N**……. Iam very sociable and loves to meet people….... **Injecting my mega-watt smile now and then…... ME: I read a lot and Iam actively involved in the local Arts scene. ** OMG… I groan inwards…. I hardly believe Iam saying that…. (We continued in that manner of standard interview style for a couple more minutes.) SHE: Do you know what a social escort job entails? ME: Yes I do… **Its having sex with people…. SHE: In our agency we are mainly advertising companionship services. What happen between you and the client is not within our means of control. Do you understand that? ME: Ok.. **Basically you are just a high class pimpress…. SHE: Whether you provide sexual services or not its at your own discretion. ME: Iam aware of that… (She asked a couple more questions and we spend more minutes going through the formal administrative stuff.) 30 minutes later, Iam officially a social escort. The journey home was a haze. I felt like I was strapped to a roller-coaster on a steep ascent. My very first appointment came 2 days after the interview. |
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I like your style gurl. You got that same attitude as me. Perhaps you just hide it better. I'll be reading after I'm back from my assignments
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Nice......keep the threads moving sis...it's always refreshing to hear from the female perspective...
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Do keep it coming... I like the style of your writing...
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7/3/11 My first blind date
Dearest diary, Today is my very first appointment as a Social Escort. I tried to put up a steely front as a means to dissipate the endless knots curling themselves up in every part of my body. I had a paranoid conviction that my cells are having a riot as an last attempt ditch to dissuade me. I was told he is a Caucasian man on some kind of a working trip. Iam to meet him at a cafe around centrepoint. I pick out a simple navy blue empire waist dress and a pair of black strappy heels. A silver bracelet. A black faux leather sling handbag. Face BBcreamed. Eyelashes curled and mascara-ed. A hint of blusher. Lips glossed and a shade of pink. And iam good to go. However my internal riots seems to be in full swing now. He was sitting alone at a far flung corner of a table of the cafe. Pinstripes long shirt and black jeans. Dark brown hair with a slight receding hairline and nice warm smile. Probably in the early thirties. He smiled and i returned the smile. Jacob: Oh hi hi... Me: Hii... Iam kerri and you are....? Jacob: Jacob. **We shake hands and i started to sit opposite him. He went to ordered 2 lattes and a couple of finger food. He seems nice.... and smiley. We make small talk ranging from the weather in Singapore to the upcoming royal wedding. Me: Are you on a business trip Jacob? Jacob: Yup. Iam a sales representative of my company to give a series of demos on medical scopes and cameras. And you? ** His voice dropping one notch lower in volume Jacob: Is escorting your full day job? Me: No...Iam currently still a student at the local U. Jacob: You know something..This is my first time engaging an escort. Just a few days before coming here i had a huge fight with my girlfriend and i guess a break up is inevitable. She is suppose to be with me on this trip. So i came here alone and kinda feeling lonely and bored. Me: Ohh.... **For some unknown reasons i just did not want to reveal to him that this is my very first escorting job. Me: Well, for all you know things may not be as bad as you think… ** Trying very hard not to become aunt agony. Time to shift topic. Me: Well… Shall we make a move? I would like to bring you to this nice little pub……. We sat rather close to each other in the pub. Its those places with a cosy sofa setting, dim lights and retro love songs playing in the background. I chose this bar because the interiors were sufficiently dark and the seats offer a certain degree of discreetness. To anyone else looking, we looked just like any other ordinary couple. Except that we are not. Iam totally aware that before the night is over he is going to ask me to accompany him back to his hotel room. Should I? He is nice, gentle and attractive…. I could hear my twin clucking her tongue at me. "You are going to sleep with him aren't you? You are going down the path of no-return. You are going to have this weighing on your conscience. You….." I closed my mental door on her, silently I said "Yes, I have to do it for the sake of RQ. Yes, perhaps i do have a weak mind. Should I burn in hell for this so be it." And hence I went back to laughing and bantering with this man who possibly held my first ever ticket to hell. Soon he had his arms wrapped around me like morning glory and hands resting on my knees inching dangerously closer to my inner thighs. To my surprise, I felt strangely exhilarating. Its been quite a while since my spilt with Daniel and he has been my first sexual contact. Suddenly he stop talking, lean forward and place a kiss right on my lips. He must have seen the shock on my face. He smiled and said " I am sorry… You are really pretty and I just could not resist… And… I would like you to keep me accompany for the night. Of course, I will compensate you for your time." My next sentence marked the start of a string of unusual assignments mostly undertaken during ungodly hours. I hesitated and said "I charge a different rate for night companionships" Jacob agreed to my price, a lowly 4-digit sum. His hotel was a 4-star smack right in the middle of Orchard Road. In an ordinary circumstances I would have enjoyed the room view, if not for the butterflies prancing around in my stomach. What am I afraid of? Just imagine that he is Daniel. I stood facing the window on the pretense that Iam admiring the room view. But the truth is Iam trying my very best to conceal my nervousness. I sensed him coming and braced myself. "Nice view isnt it?" He murmured into my ear. His hands snaked around my waist and pulled me closer to him. With my hand on my waist and the other was caressing the inside of my thighs, stroking the fabric of my underwear. I raised both my hands and grasped around the back of his head feeling his warm breath in my ears and down my neck. Somehow the simple act of light caressing had managed to assuage most of my fears and soothed even the most hyperactive butterflies. I emitted a soft moan as one of his fingers slipped inside me, gently opening me up. I was as wet and slippery as an eel. He teased my little forest, gently pulling and tugging at the curly strands. In that instant, I remembered that I have forgotten to shave my nether regions. But he did not seem to mind. Gradually, he inserted two fingers and began a miniature mining process. I could feel him delicately stroking at my insides. It felt insanely good. We started to french, two shy tongues that quickly escalated into a wrestling match. It is said that the tongue is the strongest muscle in the body. We were actually standing next to the window and anyone could see the both of us in a passionate embrace, that is if they ever have a pair of high powered binoculars. Slowly, he started to push me against the window and turned me around with my back facing him. We were still fully clothed. Perhaps except my mind. My mind was completely stripped of any thoughts, fears or doubts that were previously present. And literally surrendered to the overwhelming sensation arising from my groin region. Huskily he whispered: I want to fuck you now Suddenly I turned my head back to face him: Oh jacob, condoms! Jacob: You know, when we came into the room I quickly took one from my suitcase and put into my pocket. Thats how much I want you. Both of us broke into laughter. He pushed himself against me and the cold window slammed against my anterior body. I could feel the distinct bulge of his male hardness pulsating against my butt. I heard the tearing of the condom and in one swift movement, he lifted up the hem of my dress, pushed aside my panty and attempted to penetrate me. Soon he was gliding in and out with a rhythm on par with my own heartbeat. After 10 minutes he released his grip and pulled out of me. Jacob: I hope its good for you. Me: That was pretty intense…. *It was pretty intense because half of the time I was worrying our combined weight might crack the window. We took our baths together and spend some time cuddling in the bathtub. It wasn't so bad after all. Ten minutes of hot sex, all in a day's work. Little did I know the sex-at-the-window is only the hors d'oeuvre. |
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Wow... Horny angmoh. Confirm get his money's worth thru the nightz
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