So, Onto Date No. 6
As you left your heroine here, she was just awaiting breakfast from her BF...
Yeah...I went there. I guess so. BF.
Anyways, breakfast sorted. Shower and change for me. We go over to his place.
Never been. Ollie's like "Now, don't expect a mansion.." and all that.
En route, we stop off at the local Argos....'cos, it really does turn out that he hasn't got a kettle
or teabags! We get into the local supermarket to buy some stuff - tea bag! Yorkshire Tea, of course - and then head to his.
Nice little 2 bedroomed house too. He makes me tea, which is as funny as hell...asking advice on "Is it brewed yet?" etc.
We step out into his garden.
Ollie likes his garden. Talks through all the flowers and colours. Paints beautiful pictures with both words and enthusiasm. I love it.
Not really a gardening type person myself, but I love passion.
Shows through pics of himself and his family when he was younger...ha, younger! Lol!...and he fixes me up a snack. He's a good baguette sandwich maker!
Anyways, talk for the first time really goes onto my profession. We chat about prostitution: What I do, Do I have a pimp/madame, Is it safe, Have I had violence, Do I like it. All manner of stuff.
I hold his hands, look him in the eyes, and just....talk.
Long and short: Men are buying their time with me...and you're getting me willingly...for nothing..for free...
Bit of silence....then his cheeky smile....then a big hug and passionate kiss.
"It's ok, Flic. I'm fine with this." he whispers, lovingly.
Big moment.
Phew.
Then...watch some telly....FA Cup stuff...he cheekily asks if I've "...been with any players...", I tell him some of the Derby and Mansfield players....the sod says "Well, they don't count!"
Smiles.
Drive back over to mine, make some tea - Jacket Potato, beans and cheese - and then get ready for work.
I let him watch and we talk.
Then, I'm ready. He drives me back to the red light district and I do my gig.
Messages throughout from Ollie. Basically, in a nutshell, he isn't weird, he doesn't get off on me going with other guys, he's not a cuckold or any of that nonsense, but that he really likes me and accepts me for who and what I am.
Good to hear!
Weather ain't wonderful, but I do very good business-wise.
Phone up Ollie, come 0305 hrs, just when I've finished blowing my last punter, and he comes out to pick me up.
Big kiss. Home. Cup of tea. Eaton Mess. Toilet. Makeup off. Snuggle in bed together.
Sleep.
🙂
Yeah...I went there. I guess so. BF.
Anyways, breakfast sorted. Shower and change for me. We go over to his place.
Never been. Ollie's like "Now, don't expect a mansion.." and all that.
En route, we stop off at the local Argos....'cos, it really does turn out that he hasn't got a kettle
or teabags! We get into the local supermarket to buy some stuff - tea bag! Yorkshire Tea, of course - and then head to his.
Nice little 2 bedroomed house too. He makes me tea, which is as funny as hell...asking advice on "Is it brewed yet?" etc.
We step out into his garden.
Ollie likes his garden. Talks through all the flowers and colours. Paints beautiful pictures with both words and enthusiasm. I love it.
Not really a gardening type person myself, but I love passion.
Shows through pics of himself and his family when he was younger...ha, younger! Lol!...and he fixes me up a snack. He's a good baguette sandwich maker!
Anyways, talk for the first time really goes onto my profession. We chat about prostitution: What I do, Do I have a pimp/madame, Is it safe, Have I had violence, Do I like it. All manner of stuff.
I hold his hands, look him in the eyes, and just....talk.
Long and short: Men are buying their time with me...and you're getting me willingly...for nothing..for free...
Bit of silence....then his cheeky smile....then a big hug and passionate kiss.
"It's ok, Flic. I'm fine with this." he whispers, lovingly.
Big moment.
Phew.
Then...watch some telly....FA Cup stuff...he cheekily asks if I've "...been with any players...", I tell him some of the Derby and Mansfield players....the sod says "Well, they don't count!"
Smiles.
Drive back over to mine, make some tea - Jacket Potato, beans and cheese - and then get ready for work.
I let him watch and we talk.
Then, I'm ready. He drives me back to the red light district and I do my gig.
Messages throughout from Ollie. Basically, in a nutshell, he isn't weird, he doesn't get off on me going with other guys, he's not a cuckold or any of that nonsense, but that he really likes me and accepts me for who and what I am.
Good to hear!
Weather ain't wonderful, but I do very good business-wise.
Phone up Ollie, come 0305 hrs, just when I've finished blowing my last punter, and he comes out to pick me up.
Big kiss. Home. Cup of tea. Eaton Mess. Toilet. Makeup off. Snuggle in bed together.
Sleep.
🙂
26-30, F
