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After my afternoon's outrageous behaviour, I wondered what JP would have in store for me that evening. Cap d'Agde has some nightlife, and one club in particular is for 'couples'. I won't name names here, but you won't find it hard to identify if you go there. It's a swinger's paradise - naked couples having a great time, with lots of booze, dancing and naughtiness. Don't get me wrong - I'm not talking about a sex orgy - or, at least, it wasn't like that while JP and I were there! On the other hand, it's not a place to take your maiden aunt or anyone else who is easily shocked.
I discovered that JP had a penchant for nicknaming people, usually with wicked cruelty. He had me in fits with appropriate names for some of the weirder characters there. I don't have to explain the aptness of names like "Wun Hung Lo" and "Pussy Galore" - you can probably picture them without my help. Or "The Hottie Tottie with the Spotty Bottie". "Fish Fingers" for the guy who kept having a surreptitious 'feel' of his ladyfriend's crotch, "Stringfellow" for the guy with a skinny limp penis, "Coatrack" for the lass with hardly any tits but huge erect nipples, "Winnie the Pooh" for the guy with a bad case of halitosis, "Miss Begotten" and so on....
When he labelled two limp-wristed gentlemen "Pat & Morrie", he had to explain that it was an old joke about Patrick Fitzmaurice and Maurice FitzPatrick.
Late that evening, JP discovered a lovely lady whom he'd obviously seen several times before and introduced me. She was a tawny blonde with a stunning figure and I could see why she appealed to him. When her boyfriend went off to dance with another member of their party, she came over to us and insisted on getting us both up to dance with her. It was a slow number, so we ended up holding JP between us in a sexy sandwich, smooching to the music. To be honest, I'm not usually much into bi-sexual relationships, but Adeline turned me on, too, and we shared some delicious snogs and gropes, during the course of which JP suggested she might like to join us later. She giggled and said she'd try and she went off with our room number, leaving us both panting!
When we left the club to return to Hotel Eve, we caught her eye as we passed her table and she gave us a naughty wink. Sure enough, she was tapping on our door half an hour later, just as we were about to get into bed. She said she couldn't stay long, but in the end she spent most of the night with us! A night to remember, too - she has the most wonderful oral technique I've ever met and she seemed to be just as keen to use it on me as on JP - I had a fabulous time! When she left us, JP saw her out and I saw him discreetly slip a wad of notes into her hand. When I said that I thought she was worth every penny, he grinned and told me that he'd hoped he'd find her at the club - he'd had a feeling that I'd enjoy her as much as he did!
It's as well that I'm fairly fit - that weekend was a humdinger and even JP's strength was waning fast by the time we left. He's coming to Ireland again soon and has promised me a jaunt to the Mountains of Morne. "She'll be coming round the mountains when she comes......" Ha ha ha!! Can't wait......
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Added on: 07/30/06 02:42
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I've neglected my blog for a while, but I've been having such a good time! It's hard to find time to sit down and write when you are away from base for long periods, but I am taking a break to visit my family in Cork and to catch up with friends, so I thought I would add a bit more to my blog.
The odd thing is that I seem to have taken to this life like a duck to water and it suits me very well. I thought I'd be in for a variety of short encounters - some good, some a bit dodgy, perhaps, and some a pain - but it hasn't been like that at all. Almost all my guys have been wealthy businessmen who wanted more than just a bit of arm-candy and a tumble in the hay. They have been prepared to book me as company for nice holidays or distant business trips, and that has been a real eye-opener to a world that I only knew existed from visits to the cinema. To put it bluntly, the lifestyle has been so good that I almost felt I should waive my fees. Almost, but not quite!
I hardly know where to begin. When I last wrote, I talked about my French friend JP and my trip to see him in Paris. I've seen him again a couple of times since then, once in St Tropez and once in Cap d'Agde, which I'm sure everyone else knows is a nudist resort - but I didn't! Now that really was an eye-opener!! Perhaps I'd better start with that particular trip because it was not only a surprise, but very funny, too.
JP hired a motor cruiser while we were in San Trop and we had some lovely days pottering along the coast there, just in sight of land but sufficiently private to loll about in the nude. As I've said before, I like nudity and I like boats, so this was bliss. He obviously picked up on my enjoyment of the freedom and suggested that we make that the theme of our next meeting, about a month later. He added, "Don't bring a lot of clothes - you won't need them!" I didn't ask questions and I had no idea where he was planning to take me.
I met him at Montpellier airport, travelling light with just a small carry-on bag, and was whisked away in a plush, air-conditioned saloon, heading south. When we reached the coast, it wasn't long before we arrived at the gates to the resort, where JP waved a pass at the guys controlling entry and drove to our hotel. Almost immediately, I realised that this was going to be fun - there were naked bodies everywhere, on the pavement, going in and out of shops, standing chatting in groups. There were inevitably some gruesome sights, but there were a lot of hunks, too!
The Hotel Eve isn't the lap of luxury, but it was comfortable and JP had booked a suite. Making our way up to our rooms, I was amused to see that the staff were all properly dressed despite the nakedness of the patrons, but they didn't bat an eye at all the flesh on display. I suppose they saw so much that they were no longer interested. I tried hard to appear as uninterested, but I know that my eyes were swivelling about like a demented chameleon's, taking in the stunning variety of boobs, bums and bollocks - and not a 'stiffy' to be seen! I thought, "I'll soon change that!", promising myself I'd see what I could do to raise a few temperatures.
JP had obviously been there before because he'd been greeted warmly by the receptionist and manager when we booked in, but the display of naked bodies had clearly got him in the mood because he barely waited for the door to close before he slipped a hand up my skirt and pinched my bum. As I was wearing only the skimpiest lacy thong, that wasn't difficult. I turned and kissed him, leaning my boobs on his chest while my hand went down to his zip and released the rampant flesh inside. I unbuckled his trousers, which slid to the floor and we made for the bed. He's a very sexy male with an enormous appetite for love-making, so we had a very good time for the next couple of hours. We wound up in the bath together, cooling off and generally relaxing, sipping large iced 'spritzers' that he'd summoned from room service. It was a nice start to what turned out to be a very sexy long weekend.
There's something very strange about stepping out of a bath, towelling dry and then walking out of your suite wearing nothing more than your make-up, a pair of dark glasses and flipflops, with a small handbag slung over your shoulder. Suddenly, everything's on show, from crisped up nipples to the quality of your brazilian!
We stepped into the lift and found it occupied by another couple, both quite young and - I thought - a bit shy. Perhaps honeymooners, I thought. JP was getting an eyeful of the girl, so I turned on my best smile and looked at the guy. His eyes dropped to my best features and I saw his willie twitch. He gritted his teeth and looked away, obviously willing his disobedient member to behave. I couldn't resist moving a bit closer on the pretext of studying the hotel bar menu, displayed on the wall and brushing my breasts across his arm. The effect was electric - on both of us! I got one of those sweet tickles and a feeling of wetness, but he, poor lamb, got an instant erection. His partner was not amused and grabbed his arm to turn him away from me. I tried hard not to giggle, but JP caught my eye and I'm afraid I let out a snort of laughter. Luckily, at that moment the lift arrived on the ground floor - the whole episode had only taken a couple of minutes, but it set the scene for the weekend!
JP and I were luckily able to enjoy each other's company enough to be able to point out attractive sights to one another, neither of us jealous of the other's appreciation of sexy bodies. Indeed, JP quickly latched on to my game of raising erections and encouraged it, brazenly reaching out to tweak a taut nipple when he caught a guy looking at me and getting me to run my hand down to my pussy as though I needed a 'feel' - which, of course, I did! It usually worked, too - there were some embarrassed faces around the pool area as guys crossed their legs and covered up with books or magazines.
To be continued.....
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Added on: 07/29/06 12:01
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What really got me started on escorting was a chance meeting with a lovely French businessman. I'll tell that story first, because it will help to explain how I went from being chatted up in a bar to deciding to turn it into a business arrangement of my own!
My Frenchman - I'll call him Jean-Paul (JP) - was in Dublin on business when we met in a cocktail bar. He looked like a Johnny Depp pirate (minus the scar and the eye-patch!) and, though he was fluent in English, he had that sexy accent that makes French guys so interesting. I liked his air of maturity, too - greying temples don't take anything away when the guy has the confidence that goes with experience. He invited me to dine with him and we had a delightful evening, though at that point I said nothing about my tentative thoughts of becoming a courtesan and made a point of going home for the night!
JP was disappointed but philosophical and arranged to call me the following day. After another very pleasant date with a similar ending (I was playing hard to get!), he invited me to visit him in Paris: that's when I broached the question of fees. It was funny to see the look on his face - he was clearly surprised, but mixed in with that was chagrin at not having sparked earlier and eagerness to make the most of the opportunities offered. In fact, he wanted to take immediate advantage of the news and I was tempted to agree. However, the thought of a visit to Paris (as well as the bigger fees that would attract) made me wary of perhaps spoiling the chance - I couldn't be sure whether he'd feel the same after sating his appetite in Dublin.
It was a Friday morning when JP met me at Charles de Gaulle airport in a chauffered car, but he was a gentleman all the way into the city - apart from a pat and a gentle pinch of my bum as I was getting into the car! I expected to be man-handled on the journey, but JP just held my hand and chatted. I knew I was looking sexy and I was feeling quite juicy, so I wondered if he was also playing hard to get!
When we got to his apartment in Paris, I was most impressed. I'd been expecting to be put into a hotel, but the apartment was everything a girl dreams of - elegantly furnished, house servants, centrally located and, to my surprise, no wife! I discovered later that Mme JP seldom visited their Paris home, preferring their chateau near Rheims, where they owned a large vineyard growing grapes for the champagne houses.
My next surprise was the delicious meal served by JP's staff - with champagne, of course! Our table was on a balcony overlooking a wide boulevard, where we ate in style and with a rising anticipation of the afternoon to come. After coffee had been served, JP dismissed the servants and led me to the bedroom. I was a bit giggly by this time, having had more champagne than I could hold easily, but it didn't spoil my enjoyment of what followed. JP was clearly a very experienced seducer - he had me out of my clothes with practised skill, pausing only to make delightful compliments on my figure as it was gradually revealed. Once he'd got me naked, he quickly stripped off his own clothes to reveal a lean, hard frame and an equally hard cock!
I'm tempted to draw a veil over what followed, but I will say this: JP met all my preferences in love-making, kissing me with an ardour that belied his years, making me wonder what he'd been like as a young man. He did wonderful things to my breasts and nipples and then used his tongue between my thighs to rouse me to boiling point and beyond. When he entered me, I had an immediate orgasm so violent that I nearly passed out! I wrapped my legs around his waist and urged him on, but he was able to keep going long enough to make me come again and then again before he climaxed, too.
We lay closely entwined for a while and I think we even had a little nap, because the next thing I remember was being given a fresh glass of champagne! And that turned out to be the theme of our weekend - sex and champagne in magnum quantities! We did take in the Moulin Rouge and some of the sights - I hadn't been to Paris before and JP was kind enough to humour my wishes - but we spent most of the time in bed having sex in just about every conceivable (oops!) position. I confess that I was feeling well and truly 'shagged' by the time he kissed me goodbye at the airport that Sunday evening - I watched him as he walked away from the Departures gate and I was amused to see that, once he thought he was out of sight, he sagged a bit - I think he was feeling equally 'shagged' out! But it had been a lovely weekend and, added to the generous financial arrangement, I had thoroughly enjoyed myself. I thought that, if I could do that now and again, I'd be a very happy bunny.
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Added on: 04/27/06 15:22
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I ought to say something about my recent life before blogging about my experiences. While young I had a beautiful child conceived while enjoying a passionate holiday, of whom the father knows nothing. A few years later I was married for a while, but it didn't last long and I had to earn a living. Luckily I was blessed with a good body and the Irish looks to go with it, so I got into the world of fashion photography and the catwalk - nothing like the international glamour queens, unfortunately, but enough work to make a good living. There's quite a market for 'the older woman' in this kind of work (and that means any woman over 30 who still has looks and style).
I had a few boyfriends but didn't fancy any of them enough to settle down again. After a few years of this, I found I was enjoying dates with a different style of man, mostly quite a lot older and much wealthier than my experience up till then. I was surprised to find that older men were still enjoying a sex life - something I had never thought about before! More to the point, they were also quite sexy!
I think it was their more worldly experience and the fact that they took trouble to please me. It was one of these guys who wanted to take me away on a holiday who first got me thinking about becoming a courtesan. I wasn't sure about the trip away - it was going to conflict with a photo shoot that was being planned - but he suggested that he would make it 'worth my while' and offered me generous financial compensation - my first 'fee'! (though he put it more tactfully than that).
I had a lovely time and the idea began to take root. When he had to go back to the States, I felt I could dip my toes in the water and see what happened. My ad said nothing about escorting - just 'attractive but indigent lady seeks gentleman for mutual companionship on sunshine holiday'. I got a surprisingly large number of replies (by post) which I found encouraging. I rang and talked to the more promising writers and dismissed about half of them immediately as classic timewasters who didn't know what 'indigent' meant in this context!
But one of them was a Frenchman with a fascinating accent and - it seemed - a proper understanding when I mentioned the word 'courtesan'.
Dee xx
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Added on: 04/22/06 16:09
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It has been a fair few weeks since I last blogged, I have been tempted to but have felt rather nervous too as I have been doing something which has caused me to hug myself with joy and made me slightly anxious too ... have you guessed ...? Yes I have started doing a little escorting!!
It is something that has crossed my mind for many years and something that I knew I would do one day, so at the beautifully ripe and mature age of .... well a lady never tells, I have loaned my well preserved body to men for money. How do I feel about this .... well all I can say is I love it!
I have advertised in a very good quality magazine/journal and have been fortunate enough to have had two trips abroad already, one to Paris with a most eccentric but fascinating gentleman and another for five day trip to a beautiful Greek yacht in Pireaus, where I was wined and dined and made to feel like the most glamorous lady on Earth.
I will try and work out whether I will blog about each individual trip as I dont want to appear to be indiscreet but I am sure I will have to let you know just how I felt giving my body the first time... for money.
Dee xxx
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Added on: 04/21/06 17:53
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All sex was in dreams and then the sixties hit, sexual revolution. So much more fun than the French or Bolshevik Revolution.
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Added on: 04/02/06 19:30
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They say that confession is good for the soul and I enjoyed getting that experience in Co Fermanagh off my chest - I had kept it a secret for a long time. But it leads me to an even closer-kept secret, the real reason I was visiting that area.
I used to visit my aunt and uncle, who farmed there, but the attraction was only partly the lough and sailing. My two cousins were also there and I'd had a crush on the elder of the two ever since I was about nine! He was four years older than me - tall, muscular and wildly good-looking, with a great sense of humour. He was kind, too, and didn't make fun of my obvious adoration. This year, though, I was right out of luck: he had taken a job in Belfast and had just got engaged to a local girl. It was in a mood of dejection that I had taken to sailing alone that summer and had my adventure on the island with my handsome Englishman.
I had never taken much notice of Ian, the younger brother. He had been a skinny, pimply youth with a nervous stammer and I had always treated him in a very offhand manner. He was a few months younger than me and I was glad to see that he had now lost his acne and was beginning to fill out. About a week after the island incident, I was about to set off on another day's sailing when Ian asked if he could join me. We packed a bit more food and drink into my bag and launched the dinghy, making slow progress towards the islands under a very light breeze.
The breeze got even lighter until, about half a mile off shore it died altogether, leaving us becalmed. It was otherwise a gloriously sunny day, so I pulled off my T-shirt and shorts, stripping down to an 'itsy-bitsy' bikini to enjoy it. Ian, too, stripped to his shorts and I offered to do his back with sun-tan lotion if he'd return the compliment. When it was his turn, I unhooked my bra to stop it getting too stained, but couldn't help noticing that his hands felt as though they were trembling. I didn't pay too much attention to it, though, and settled myself down to make the most of the sun on my back.
Well, you know how it is when you're in the sun? I started thinking about my little adventure and got hornier and hornier. A sense of devilment prompted me to strip off altogether, so I did! I said nothing, but lay back pretending to be just sun-bathing, watching Ian secretly from inside my sunglasses to see what his reaction would be. His face was a picture! He was pink with embarrassment but couldn't take his eyes off my body. After a few moments I realised that he had one arm pressed across his shorts and it soon became clear that there was a bit of rubbing involved, although he was very discreet about it.
Then he gasped, closing his eyes tightly as his body tensed and shuddered slightly. I smiled to myself as I saw a wet stain spread across the front of his shorts and decided that I'd have to do something about it. I sat up and stretched, then affected to notice Ian's shorts. I said something like "Oh dear, Ian, have you spilt your drink? Here, let me help wipe you up." I fished out some tissues from my bag and knelt down in front of him. He was absolutely scarlet with embarrassment by this time and it wasn't helped by the fact that the front of his shorts stood out in a very obvious way! I pretended to take no notice of that and simply mopped around the wet patch, making sure I got a nice feel of him at the same time, of course!
I looked up at him with my best innocent face on and suggested that he'd be uncomfortable sitting in wet shorts and that he should take them off and hang them up to dry. He stammered something, but I wasn't really listening - I just pulled them down, releasing a very rampant cock to greet the sun - and me! It smelled lovely and musky. I couldn't resist just opening my mouth and trying to swallow him whole.
Well, that was the start of another adventurous day. Ian gradually overcame his nervousness and, with all the stamina and cockiness of youth, proceeded to make love to me in every position that my inventive mind could dream up. It's not easy in a dinghy, of course, but we were young, fit and careless of discomfort. We even slipped over the side of the boat and made love in the water, with me hanging onto the side while he entered me from behind. Our thrashing about even propelled the boat a few yards in the process!
It was as I was pulling myself back into the boat that Ian was struck with the sight of my bare bum and decided to christen the dinghy, "The Derry Air". We giggled about that for the rest of the day, until at last the air (and The Derry Air!) started to move again and we were able to sail home.
We enjoyed the rest of my stay there in much the same fashion, having sex whenever and wherever we could - the barn was a favourite place, in the hayloft, but there were plenty of other places, too. When I left, Ian had persuaded his parents that he wanted to go to the agricultural college near Dublin, conveniently near where I was at university. It was the start of a long and loving relationship, though we did go our separate ways in the end. But we only have to look at each other now and mouth the word "derriere" to dissolve into giggles.
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Added on: 03/21/06 04:18
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Ah - a slightly modified wording of the beautiful song by Terry Jacks, a few years ago now I believe, which brings back delicious memories of the following events.
It was after reading the memoirs on this site of another writer, that I felt I had to put down in words something very similar which happened to me.
I have always been a very free spirited woman, very at one with nature: sometimes I feel I should have been born when the first humans came into existance on this earth, to wander free as nature intended in minimal clothing, or better still, none at all. It is something that I do try to capture even now when I have the chance, and something that I have always found liberating, my naked body in the warmth of the sun and the feel of the earth beneath my feet.
I was spending a beautiful summer break in Co Fermanagh, somewhere where I love to go every year if possible. Occasionally I would take my break alone and spend as much time as possible sailing in my dinghy the lovely Lough Erne with my special island where I used to tie up my dinghy and wander nude in the delicious knowledge I was alone.
This all changed one day. I was languishing in the sunshine when I heard the sound of a boat approaching "my" island. I admit to feeling a trifle miffed as I fancied lying alone and thinking, something that I used to find extremely arousing with my accessible nude body. I peered through the trees and saw a man sailing towards me. Feeling slightly devilish, I waved and called to him and before I knew it I was invited to join him on his boat.
I think he was quite taken back by my blatant lack of clothing, but I could tell that he found the sight of me extremely pleasurable, too. I encouraged him to join me in my nudity. We chatted and flirted and I helped him eat a delicious lunch with refreshing glasses of wine.
After lunch, I suggested we go back onto the island and it was beautiful lying there with my new friend. I was eyeing him gently and noticed that he had a full on erection: feeling emboldened by my effect on him, I plucked a long feathery spike of grass and started to caress his naked body with it. This seemed to have even more of an effect on him, especially when I trailed it down over his belly and between his legs and over his cock. Noticing my cheekiness, he plucked a spike too and began trailing it over my breasts which was a wonderful feeling, and I remember my nipples responding splendidly to this touch. He then started teasing my groin area too. I felt as if I might explode with desire! How I longed for the touch of a man!
Before long he embraced me and I knew that the time had come. I really should have told him that I was a virgin, but my ardour overruled the slight anxiety that was in the back of my mind. He did sense my slight inexperience and, like the gentleman he was, wanted to stop for my sake, but I drew him on top of me and kissed away his murmers of protest. The slight pain of first penetration was soon eased by the closeness and desire within me. I felt totally liberated and clenched my legs tightly round his buttocks to urge him further. We lay there in glorious splendour, just luxuriating in having human contact. At that time the thought of contraception had not crossed my mind and the gentleman in him urged that we should stop. I couldn't and insisted on climbing on top of him. It must be nature that causes first experience of intercourse as I rode him with what seemed to be expert ease, experiencing my first ever orgasm with the opposite sex. It was after this when he withdrew that the blood told its own story.
My friend had not reached his climax and decided it would be sensible for me to finish him by hand, but no, I wanted to experience him in my mouth, and it was this way that he reached his point of no return. I felt so thrilled and empowered by my experience and, even though my new friend, slept afterwards in the sunshine I couldn't. I quietly left his side and put a note for him to say I would be there the next day. How I longed for a repeat experience!
I remember the huge disappointment the next day. I waited and waited but he didn't return. Who knows what happened, but I do know it's a memory that is still fresh in my mind. My little island is still regularly visited by me and occasionally by my son, too, who loves the place as much as I do.
Deirdre x
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Added on: 03/16/06 19:25
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