A beautiful little girl  (around 8 years old), sat there with her father he was in the seat next to her checking his blackberry.  But she wasnt just sat there, oh no she owned the carriage!

Her body language was thus;  hands behind head in a relaxed kind of setting.  Fingers entwined amongst one another.  Legs stretched out but not in the way of anyone. This chick calmly surveyed her surroundings and was not phased by them, one bit.  She wasnt arrogant, she was magnificent.  I loved her so much and she will rule the world one day.  You read it here first :)

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Do you think some ladies are born to it?  I am not talking (as I said before) of promiscuous people, no not  nymphomaniacs, although I am sure quite a few ladies would like you to believe that ;) and I know there are more than a few fellas who would be horrified to think that it’s not quite the case – sorry guys.

The truth for me is that I am neither,  but I am not inhibited.  I also believe that I am not the marrying kind.  I would never be unfaithful but I like, no I love my independence too much and I like the best in men.  I think that this is the thread that runs through us ladies.  Independence. That and getting a thrill from turning you on, oh and being glamourous. Oh quite a few things then :)

When I retire, and I will one day, but not completely mon cher ;)   You can still ask me the question ‘What turns you on Rhia?’ and the answer will still be the same.  ‘I get turned on by turning you on’  I know, I know.  It’s sounds like a pathetic get out clause.  But I swear it is true.  It is the main thing that turns me on, actually it is the thing – is that sad?

Now I could go out and find a fella and turn him on for the next, oh I dont know, 5 years?  But thats not enough.  Im sorry to sound so difficult, but here is where I get to the nitty gritty.

I (we) only ever see men on their best behaviour. (Well sometimes you get the odd loon email or a fool on a forum, but I dont actually see them, perish the thought)  When a guy visits me, he is always on his best behaviour, he is lovely and adorable and charming and witty and very sexy. Exactly like a first date.  This makes me sound shallow I know.  But I like them, first dates, or second or thirds :)  (I am talking here of no dirty sock washing, getting complacent, big rows, witholding sex, not taking an interest,  not turning up because he had a better offer from his friends at the wine bar, etc etc;  well, you know) I get to meet very interesting fellas and they are interesting because of their varied opinions, interests, outlooks and backgrounds, and most of all – if I am outstandingly honest, because they too are interested in me.

And yes, the fellas who come to see me give me their undivided attention and lust and appreciation for the time we are together.  They value me. I kind of like that and it is as sexy as hell.

The downside to all of this, of course is that I will never marry or be in a properly defined relationship and the longer you are in this profession, the harder it gets to ‘settle down’. Bear that in mind ladies if you decide to do this.

But that sounds tragic and its not, well not for me.   I made a very (very) conscious decision a while ago (long before I started embarking on this profession) -  to not have a ‘normal’ life . Its  not for me and never will be;  the mundane bores me.   Gosh, and I havent even got to the second part of the story yet!

Hold on, stay tuned – again x

PS  I like the pic, it reminds me of when I was a gymnast ;)   Do you like it?

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Anyway, lets dispel a few myths.

I wasnt abused, sexually or otherwise as a child, I had/have very responsible and respectable parents.  I wasnt a wild child – ok a little bit, but not in the way you think, only in comparison to my siblings.  The extent of my wildness would be to go travelling around the world on my own but phone my mum every week so she wouldnt worry. Just a little walkabout really.  But I was a little defiant, actually quite a lot, and that has never changed.  I do what I want, within reason; I dont hurt or bother anyone else and therefore as far as I am concerned, thats that.

I have never been addicted to drugs.  Yes I have the odd glass of something sparkly but I dont smoke and I dont take drugs, ever.

I wasnt even promiscuous as a younger girl.  No, one night stands  for me.  I have never had one, still wouldnt; I find the thought quite nauseating.

I have had a relatively decent education and a degree from a relatively decent university.  I even have a Masters degree too, maybe a PhD one day?  Who knows?

So, how does a girl like me find herself doing a job like this?  First of all, you need to know that this is not my only source of income.  No, I have another career which I very much enjoy but will not discuss on here.

So , I dont need the money for drugs, I havent been abused, I can make money elsewhere.  Why?? Good girl gone bad?  Well its not as simplistic as that , is it?

No Im not bad, (actually Ive been told Im very good ;) but back on track – not in the sense that most of us fairly sane people understand  as ‘bad’  but then we could start to tread down the Victorian puritanical route which, as much as we protest, still has a strangle-hold, certainly on the perceptions of this profession.  Yes folks, you can go out every saturday night and shag a stranger with zero protection, maybe two or more strangers, but prostitution!!!??, well  its immoral, isnt it?

Listen, Ive been on forums  where the venom against us ladies is almost tangible and I am not talking about some religious fanatics’  forum, I speak here of forums dedicated to escorts and clients. The clients are the ones with the venom – not all obviously, but a huge percentage and enough to make you want to have a screening policy, hmm :)  I’ve even challenged them (that will be the defiant mare in me :) asking them to examine why they say the things they do; a tad pointless really, as is asking any hypocrite to justify themself.

Anyway, that nonsense aside, I have always been fascinated by ladies of the night.  My first exposure was obviously through books or movies.  I loved the high class ladies I read about.  One book changed my life, or the path of it. 79 Park Avenue.  Its out of print now but I managed to get it a copy of  it just a couple of years ago.  I was quite nervous about reading it. It having had such an impact on me but  it wasnt quite the same when I re-read it,  just goes to show how we actually change;  I believe there was a film made from the book too.  Anyway, these high class ladies appealed to me.  The glamour, the sexual chemistry, the mystery, the seduction, the independence, well everything really. I admired these ladies immensely.

I always knew I would do it though, be a high class whatever.  It was just a matter or where, when and with whom.

But let me go back a bit.  I grew up amongst friends, Bohemian types if you like who never judged anyone.  Within that group was one who had a friend who worked as a street walker, another one had a friend who used to work the bars.  They werent pro’s, my friends,  like I say, they just accepted people for who they were,  not for what they did.  As a result, I got to know a few of these ladies by proxy and I remember thinking, at the age of around 15, well if I ever did this I think I know how I would work.

So then years later, I find myself with a massive mortgage and the company I was affiliated to had gone bust.  Desperate times.  I sat in my beautiful garden and gazed at the lovely house I had worked so hard to get and I mulled things over and thought, ‘Well maybe now is the time’.  I didnt know what to do though, how to do it.  I wasnt going to hang around under a lamp post.  I saw first hand what those chicks have to put up with and its not pretty.  No, there had to be a better way for me…….

Stay tuned x

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I was due to have lunch with the lovely Ayo-Sue today, somewhere very fab and a place I have had on my list for a while.  Of course I was very excited to be catching up with Ayo too.  So, I plan my day, I even had a relatively early night last night to be fresh and lively.  So I  get everything ready and  try to run a bath.  Uh oh! no water, what? this cant be right.  I used to have intermittent plumbing problems in the southwest, it cant be happening again surely.  Am I doomed to be plagued by the plumbers curse?  I know, I know that I am lucky to have water running from my taps (usually), plenty dont but I desperately didnt want to let this lady down, but now I have and I have to wait for a plumber to arrive and he wont tell me when that will be and she has to lunch alone. I’ll make it up to her though, Im so sorry darling x

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All ladies in this business will be aware of our in-built antenae, our female intuition is probably honed a fair bit more than your average woman.  So, anyway, I speak to this particular fella and then get some odd emails about having booked a table for after 10pm and things like that. I checked, the restaurant does not accept bookings that late.  A few other things rang some alarm bells, things didnt ring true, he sounded at worst a timewaster and at best, well very immature;  something was definitely not right about him, so I thought  ‘Do you know what, I dont want to see this guy’  So right away, I email him and tell him that Im perhaps not the lady for him, a good few days before the meeting.  My safety and well-being has to be paramount.

I get an email this evening, days later, threatening me with a bad review on Captain69 even though he hasnt even seen me. I of course told him to do what he may, I dont respond to petty threats like that. What a silly boy. Now with that in mind, would you say that is the behaviour of a 38 year old?  Hmm, me neither.

Now, as you can imagine, I am more than relieved that I didnt see this guy and that I cancelled the appointment if indeed it was a genuine appointment; these type of people thrive on thinking you have given them a little attention by actually getting ready for them.

Anyway, I always listen to my intuition, always.  The only times I have ignored it in the past, I have regretted it.  Unfortunately there are some nasty pieces of work out there, I have had a few contact me over the years, very sick puppies; I just wish they wouldnt get in touch with me, but sometimes a lady’s website lures the deranged like a moth to the flame.  Hey ho, it cant be all roses I guess but like I say, I am indeed very happy that we never actually met; can you imagine?

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The book and play was about; well, if I can quote the man himself…

‘I have invested ninety percent of my money on prostitutes, the rest on Class A Drugs, the remains I squandered’.

I think something along similar lines was once said by George Best but thats unimportant now.  Sebastian was one of a kind.

The story is of one of Soho’s most colourful real-life characters, a painter and self proclaimed dandy.

I, of course was looking forward to it immensely.  I had never met Sebastian but he seemed a very colourful character, along the lines of Oscar Wilde I would think.  I am very saddened to hear this news this evening.  I am reproducing below,  an obituary from a friend of his, Toby Young;

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So am I ageist?  I dont think so….I dont have anything against younger people apart from the fact.. actually there is nothing.

Now, the reason that I dont want to see gorgeous young things in this context is that I provide a particular kind of experience – chat, sophisticated flirting, regaling with adventures that sort of thing.  ‘And you dont think that a 24 year old could do that?’ you ask.  Im not sure. I have seen younger fellas, in the past, and for me, it hasnt been the most successful of encounters.  No bad stuff, just me talking my head off to fill in the silences and the boy of the moment riveted to the sofa,  fixated like a scared rabbit – am I that scary?  Am I? – actually dont answer that. Its also important to me that I have fun too (is that allowed?)  This is my hobby now – I do have several other business interests and I am afraid I dont want to take time out from those to be placed in an uncomfortable situation with someone I have absolutely no point of reference with.

What I am trying to say is that I think they are wasting their money with me and thats why I say no.  I have had a few recently, you know, asking for a date. Bless  (and I say that not in a patronising way – but thats another reason why I dont want to see the ‘yoof’ of today, I always feel I have to watch what I say lest I am accused of being patronising :)

Anyway, here’s a gem.  I havent stopped smiling at this one…. Young fella contacts me, despite my website saying, No I dont see guys under 30. He is 24.  I didnt like his text-like email for a start;

‘you r hot, wanna see you, me 24, and I wont give you any trouble ‘

Hmm its the second part of that message that worries me :)

So I politely decline saying,  ‘Im sorry xxxx  but I only see gents over 30′.

To which he replies (wait for it…)

‘I can pretend Im over 30′

BRILLIANT!!!!! (claps hands together in glee) But I dont think he is getting the point somehow and I therefore rest my case, your honour.

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So I looked it up;

having an air of allure, romance and excitement, attractive, beautiful, lovely, charming, entrancing, elegant, dazzling, enchanting, captivating, alluring, bewitching.

Oh er!  I shall have to put my rates up – only jesting :) x

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I ticked the 65+ box today.  The lady said.  ‘I think you made a mistake Madam’  ‘Oh did I?’  says I innocently.  I took another look and said  ‘No, everything is correct’.  ‘But your age!’  she said.  ‘Yes?’ I said  ‘Well, oh my goodness, you dont look… I mean, YOU LOOK BLOODY FANTASTIC!’   she cried.  ‘Well thank you so much’ says I, beaming.  ‘Stay out of the sun, moisturise and plenty of water, love’  was the advice I gave her, smug as you like :)   Oh I so hope this does not come back to bite me on the bum in 30 years time and I  hope I can still be saying that when I am 65+  hehe.

I am a pathelogical winder-upper (again, new word?) but funnily enough not a liar.  I am rubbish at that.  Find it too hard to do. Wish I could sometimes, it would have saved me a lot of , well…. you know.

So what’s the difference?, you ask.   I think deceit is lying and mischievousness is winding-up.

Here’s another one;  when I was a mere lass of around 15, I remember strolling through the town centre and being accosted by those Scientologists.  At the time, they used to offer insights into your psyche in surreptitious ways but now they offer ways to de-stress (or should that be distress?) you – in surreptitious ways. Same thing, different message.

So, as I say, I was strolling along, when one of them approached me beaming  and said… ‘Would you like a personality test, young lady?’   ‘I am so sorry’  I said  ‘I cant have one of those, I dont have one, a personality that is’    and blithely carried on…  I didnt dare look back. Eeek!

Is that lying?  I dont like to think so.  But oh dear; I know, I know,  its naughty; so why do I still laugh at these things? :)

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