Friday, May 18, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Notches in the Bedpost
Sometimes seeing an escort is all about the obvious. Man gets horny, man finds website, man seals deal.
Other times, it's not so simple.
When a polite young fellow sought out my company a few months ago, I hesitated at first. "Rick" was only 27, under my age limit by several years. But he patiently provided everything I needed to feel comfortable, including the names of three escort references. They all assured me he was a charmer.
The night of our appointment, Rick appeared to be everything the girls had said: masculine, attractive, soft-spoken and confident. Still, I wanted to take his measure. Slipping my hands under his shirt, I grazed a fingernail across his nipple. He caught his breath... and the sudden engorgement against my leg told me that I'd struck a nerve.
Soon we had sampled every tasty delight that room service doesn't deliver... and the time seemed right to reach for a cover.
"Um, wait a second, Tabu..." he murmured as he stopped my hand. "I need to tell you something."
I paused and looked up his face: his expression was a mixture of pride, chagrin, and hesitation.
"I'm a virgin," he said.
I pulled back and gazed at him in confusion. But before I could question him, he elaborated.
"I know it sounds strange, but I'm saving that one thing for the girl I finally end up with. It's old-fashioned, I guess... but it's just how I feel about it. I hope you aren't upset."
Wow, I thought. And then I'm sure a moment went by before I framed my answer-- because I wanted to give him the respect of an absolutely honest reply.
"No," I assured him. "I'm certainly not upset. I think it's great that you're sticking with your principles. The girl that does win your heart is going to be getting a man with some real character."
The rest of our time was spent in a lovely cuddle and intimate chat, and soon it was time for him to leave.
"I really enjoyed meeting you," he said as we hugged at the doorway. "Thank you... for everything."
"It was my pleasure," I said sincerely. And as I watched him make his way down the hall, I thought-- there goes one in a million. A man who knows what he wants, what he stands for, and how to draw the line when the line needs to be drawn.
From the mouth of babes.
Other times, it's not so simple.
When a polite young fellow sought out my company a few months ago, I hesitated at first. "Rick" was only 27, under my age limit by several years. But he patiently provided everything I needed to feel comfortable, including the names of three escort references. They all assured me he was a charmer.
The night of our appointment, Rick appeared to be everything the girls had said: masculine, attractive, soft-spoken and confident. Still, I wanted to take his measure. Slipping my hands under his shirt, I grazed a fingernail across his nipple. He caught his breath... and the sudden engorgement against my leg told me that I'd struck a nerve.
Soon we had sampled every tasty delight that room service doesn't deliver... and the time seemed right to reach for a cover.
"Um, wait a second, Tabu..." he murmured as he stopped my hand. "I need to tell you something."
I paused and looked up his face: his expression was a mixture of pride, chagrin, and hesitation.
"I'm a virgin," he said.
I pulled back and gazed at him in confusion. But before I could question him, he elaborated.
"I know it sounds strange, but I'm saving that one thing for the girl I finally end up with. It's old-fashioned, I guess... but it's just how I feel about it. I hope you aren't upset."
Wow, I thought. And then I'm sure a moment went by before I framed my answer-- because I wanted to give him the respect of an absolutely honest reply.
"No," I assured him. "I'm certainly not upset. I think it's great that you're sticking with your principles. The girl that does win your heart is going to be getting a man with some real character."
The rest of our time was spent in a lovely cuddle and intimate chat, and soon it was time for him to leave.
"I really enjoyed meeting you," he said as we hugged at the doorway. "Thank you... for everything."
"It was my pleasure," I said sincerely. And as I watched him make his way down the hall, I thought-- there goes one in a million. A man who knows what he wants, what he stands for, and how to draw the line when the line needs to be drawn.
From the mouth of babes.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Paris Hilton, Tiger Woods and Tabu?
While I can appreciate the perks of being rich, I've never understood the quest for celebrity. Sure, it may get you past a velvet rope or two, but what about when you're on the way to 7-11? Do you really want paparazzi dogging your Slurpee-craving butt?
Last week in Tampa, my friend Allie was very amused when I got "outed" on the street. Some poor slob in a pickup- probably an honest hobbyist or lurker- comes rolling up as we're walking back to our hotel, coffee in one hand, Walgreen's bag in the other, in jeans, sunglasses and in decidedly non-provider mode.
"Hey," he yells from the driver's seat. "Are you Tabu?"
I quickly glance at Allie in a bit of a panic. "Excuse me?"
"ARE YOU TABU?!?" he bellows.
"I don't know what you mean," I manage to stutter out, blessing the red light that's keeping him from following us as we turn the corner.
We get all of ten feet away before Allie bursts out laughing.
"Shut up," I mutter. "Jesus! Just tell everybody in Tampa, why don't you, asshole!"
She can no longer contain herself. "Hah, hah, you're famous! I'm so impressed! I'm with a celebrity!"
"Oh, yeah, that's great," glancing back over my shoulder. "What if you'd been my sister, or a civvie friend who doesn't know I'm Tabu? That would be pretty hard to explain, wouldn't it?"
For a nano-second she considers that scenario."Well, yes, that could be pretty awkward," she concedes. Her face sobers, then lightens again.
"But I'm not! And you're so famous he knew you from a single glance! Oh my God!"
Well, dear readers, I do not consider myself famous... at least outside of a small circle of interested parties in Miami, Chicago, DC and now, perhaps, Tampa.
But if in your wanderings, you do spot a certain busty redhead that you're sure you've seen before, do me a favor, please. Wait till I'm gone before alerting the media.
I'll do the same for you.
Last week in Tampa, my friend Allie was very amused when I got "outed" on the street. Some poor slob in a pickup- probably an honest hobbyist or lurker- comes rolling up as we're walking back to our hotel, coffee in one hand, Walgreen's bag in the other, in jeans, sunglasses and in decidedly non-provider mode.
"Hey," he yells from the driver's seat. "Are you Tabu?"
I quickly glance at Allie in a bit of a panic. "Excuse me?"
"ARE YOU TABU?!?" he bellows.
"I don't know what you mean," I manage to stutter out, blessing the red light that's keeping him from following us as we turn the corner.
We get all of ten feet away before Allie bursts out laughing.
"Shut up," I mutter. "Jesus! Just tell everybody in Tampa, why don't you, asshole!"
She can no longer contain herself. "Hah, hah, you're famous! I'm so impressed! I'm with a celebrity!"
"Oh, yeah, that's great," glancing back over my shoulder. "What if you'd been my sister, or a civvie friend who doesn't know I'm Tabu? That would be pretty hard to explain, wouldn't it?"
For a nano-second she considers that scenario."Well, yes, that could be pretty awkward," she concedes. Her face sobers, then lightens again.
"But I'm not! And you're so famous he knew you from a single glance! Oh my God!"
Well, dear readers, I do not consider myself famous... at least outside of a small circle of interested parties in Miami, Chicago, DC and now, perhaps, Tampa.
But if in your wanderings, you do spot a certain busty redhead that you're sure you've seen before, do me a favor, please. Wait till I'm gone before alerting the media.
I'll do the same for you.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Missed my "Home" Boys!
Well, the Tampa Experiment didn't really float my boat. The hotel was recommended by several people and turned out to be shabby (not chic). The location- well, I'm used to a bigger city, I guess... and walking 5 long blocks for a decent cup of joe just isn't on the Tabu agenda.
The good part-- several interesting new acquaintances and some VERY fun "catching up" with a couple of old friends. I love how you can pick up right where you left off... ooooh!
So now I'm back in Hollywood and looking forward to connecting with some of my homeboys!
Gentlemen, start your engines!
The good part-- several interesting new acquaintances and some VERY fun "catching up" with a couple of old friends. I love how you can pick up right where you left off... ooooh!
So now I'm back in Hollywood and looking forward to connecting with some of my homeboys!
Gentlemen, start your engines!
Monday, May 7, 2007
Packing my bags...
I love packing for a Tabu tour... let's see. Better not forget:
- Stockings and garterbelt
- push-up bras and curve-hugging thongs
- sexy stilettos
- light perfume to spritz in secret places
- schoolgirl skirt, Naughty Nurse outfit and other roleplay looks
- lots of "supplies"
- corkscrew
- naughty toys
- energy bars
- "Let's Go-for-It" attitude!
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Anticipation!
Do you get an extra little frisson of excitement when you're meeting someone new? I know I do.
Unlike a friend of mine, who confesses to major jitters when she walks into the presence of a stranger, I see it as a sensual adventure. Who knows what I'm going to find under the layers of civility he put on this morning?
Even more titilliating- what secret depths is he going to uncover in me?
As open as I am in this blog- and in my life-- there are always little corners of the mind that veil themselves until someone lifts the curtain.
Will that person be you?
Unlike a friend of mine, who confesses to major jitters when she walks into the presence of a stranger, I see it as a sensual adventure. Who knows what I'm going to find under the layers of civility he put on this morning?
Even more titilliating- what secret depths is he going to uncover in me?
As open as I am in this blog- and in my life-- there are always little corners of the mind that veil themselves until someone lifts the curtain.
Will that person be you?
Monday, April 30, 2007
Tale from the Swing Club
So Saturday night at the club, several of the ladies were chatting about the lifestyle and their spouses.
One of them, a relative newcomer to the scene, was complaining that her husband expected the most beautiful ladies at the club to seek him out and service him-- even though he made no effort to ingratiate himself.
Finally, she blurted: "The only way he'll get a blow job is if he pulls out his American Express card!"
The other ladies looked blank for a moment, and I burst out laughing.
"Well, actually," I replied,"we generally prefer cash!"
Moral of this story: there's no such thing as a free munch.
I love being a provider!
One of them, a relative newcomer to the scene, was complaining that her husband expected the most beautiful ladies at the club to seek him out and service him-- even though he made no effort to ingratiate himself.
Finally, she blurted: "The only way he'll get a blow job is if he pulls out his American Express card!"
The other ladies looked blank for a moment, and I burst out laughing.
"Well, actually," I replied,"we generally prefer cash!"
Moral of this story: there's no such thing as a free munch.
I love being a provider!
Saturday, April 28, 2007
May Allie be with you!
For those of you who have never met her-- and believe me, it's a shame if you haven't-- my girlfriend and doubles partner Allie is simply one of a kind.
Have you seen her pictures? Tall and lithe, with the elegant stance of a model, she makes heads swivel wherever she goes. Then, when you get her in the bedroom-- YOW! This hot goddess slips out of her clothes and into her natural gift for sensuality... no one escapes her passionate desire to please.
Now, you have to understand. I love this striking woman for all her wonderful traits-- her sincerity, loyalty, kindness, beauty and humor. But my tall and tasty tidbit has one tiny flaw. She's endearingly reluctant to put herself out there via the written word. Of course, this drives me crazy since I'm a natural-born, can't-shut-me-up writer.
So you have to imagine my bemused delight when I discovered the following post on TER's Florida board yesterday. My Miss "I'm too shy to post" composed her own little ode about our upcoming trip to Tampa. Now, I think anyone who tries this hard should be rewarded, don't you?
Tampa Time (by Allie)
There once was a girl from down state,
Who decided to go to Tampa for a hot, sensuous date.
She’s going all that way
‘cause she wants to play
from Tuesday the 8th to the 10th of May.
What she brings is a slim and tan body
And if you read her reviews,
They say she’s a hottie.
She is quite talented and enjoys good lovers.
If you do it just right, she’ll wet your covers!
So read Allie’s reviews and give her a call
To pre-book some time and have a ball!
And if you really feel up to the task
She will bring her friend, Tabu –
All you have to do is ask!
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To contact the poet, write Allie4U@bellsouth.net or see her ad in Eros at http://www.eros-miami.com/files/mi-allie8-allie1.htm
Let my stunning girlfriend enlarge your mind.. ... and the rest of of you will follow!
Have you seen her pictures? Tall and lithe, with the elegant stance of a model, she makes heads swivel wherever she goes. Then, when you get her in the bedroom-- YOW! This hot goddess slips out of her clothes and into her natural gift for sensuality... no one escapes her passionate desire to please.
Now, you have to understand. I love this striking woman for all her wonderful traits-- her sincerity, loyalty, kindness, beauty and humor. But my tall and tasty tidbit has one tiny flaw. She's endearingly reluctant to put herself out there via the written word. Of course, this drives me crazy since I'm a natural-born, can't-shut-me-up writer.
So you have to imagine my bemused delight when I discovered the following post on TER's Florida board yesterday. My Miss "I'm too shy to post" composed her own little ode about our upcoming trip to Tampa. Now, I think anyone who tries this hard should be rewarded, don't you?
Tampa Time (by Allie)
There once was a girl from down state,
Who decided to go to Tampa for a hot, sensuous date.
She’s going all that way
‘cause she wants to play
from Tuesday the 8th to the 10th of May.
What she brings is a slim and tan body
And if you read her reviews,
They say she’s a hottie.
She is quite talented and enjoys good lovers.
If you do it just right, she’ll wet your covers!
So read Allie’s reviews and give her a call
To pre-book some time and have a ball!
And if you really feel up to the task
She will bring her friend, Tabu –
All you have to do is ask!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
To contact the poet, write Allie4U@bellsouth.net or see her ad in Eros at http://www.eros-miami.com/files/mi-allie8-allie1.htm
Let my stunning girlfriend enlarge your mind.. ... and the rest of of you will follow!
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
The Three Faces of Tabu... Coming soon to Tampa!
Ever since I unleashed my Ivy-League bad-girl, my titillating reviews have spoken for themselves. But sometimes even I wonder...
How did a little girl from Texas become a "seductress of the highest order?" When did "every man's fantasy" develop her "classy, great style"...all while being "a nasty bad girl?"
Uncovering all the layers of Tabu-- mmm, it's a delicious mission. You never know what you'll find behind each tight curve.
Tabu #1: Sweet and sultry GFE. "She took me in like a passionate schoolgirl."
Tabu #2: Raw and greedy PSE. "I felt like I was being stalked by a sexual feline."
Tabu #3: Kinky roleplay and erotic domination. "Her teasing and sexy-executive look had me ready to explode."
Well, whichever face of Tabu you like best, you boys know that I LOVE to play.. and that my calendar books up FAST. So please, my darling west coasters-- contact me for your appointment now. I'm already booking for May 8-10.
And for the ultimate pleasure, ask about my 2-MILF special with my exquisite traveling partner, Allie.
Quickest screening for Date-Check and Preferred411 members; others please see my website booking form.
You boys KNOW what I like. So let's get ready to rumble!
How did a little girl from Texas become a "seductress of the highest order?" When did "every man's fantasy" develop her "classy, great style"...all while being "a nasty bad girl?"
Uncovering all the layers of Tabu-- mmm, it's a delicious mission. You never know what you'll find behind each tight curve.
Tabu #1: Sweet and sultry GFE. "She took me in like a passionate schoolgirl."
Tabu #2: Raw and greedy PSE. "I felt like I was being stalked by a sexual feline."
Tabu #3: Kinky roleplay and erotic domination. "Her teasing and sexy-executive look had me ready to explode."
Well, whichever face of Tabu you like best, you boys know that I LOVE to play.. and that my calendar books up FAST. So please, my darling west coasters-- contact me for your appointment now. I'm already booking for May 8-10.
And for the ultimate pleasure, ask about my 2-MILF special with my exquisite traveling partner, Allie.
Quickest screening for Date-Check and Preferred411 members; others please see my website booking form.
You boys KNOW what I like. So let's get ready to rumble!
Monday, April 23, 2007
Nefarious Newbies? (or why I love my virgins!)
Some escorts truly hate newbies. They get a note from some hapless gent stating that he's new to the game, and they groan. Will he be a major pain? Will he follow my protocol? He's unknown and untested... what if he misbehaves?
Valid points, all.... and I've had my share of moments with the innocent, the inept, and the inexperienced. But lately I've been finding that the fellows who haven't been around that much... well, they don't take you for granted, either.
Take M---, for example. When he came to see me a month or two ago, he followed my requests to the letter. He showed up on time, impeccably groomed, bearing the correct gift. And if there were a few beads of nervous perspiration dotting his upper lip, well, I made sure he quickly realized that he was in for a very nice time. Afterwards, the relief and gratitude that emanated from his smile made me feel like Miss Congeniality.
Don't get me wrong. If a newbie's rough, unfeeling, or just plain oafish, there are no second chances.
But when I can introduce a lovely gent to a lovely pastime, I'm happy to pluck that little cherry and stain my tongue red.
Valid points, all.... and I've had my share of moments with the innocent, the inept, and the inexperienced. But lately I've been finding that the fellows who haven't been around that much... well, they don't take you for granted, either.
Take M---, for example. When he came to see me a month or two ago, he followed my requests to the letter. He showed up on time, impeccably groomed, bearing the correct gift. And if there were a few beads of nervous perspiration dotting his upper lip, well, I made sure he quickly realized that he was in for a very nice time. Afterwards, the relief and gratitude that emanated from his smile made me feel like Miss Congeniality.
Don't get me wrong. If a newbie's rough, unfeeling, or just plain oafish, there are no second chances.
But when I can introduce a lovely gent to a lovely pastime, I'm happy to pluck that little cherry and stain my tongue red.
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