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Well since you’re asking about actual clients and not random timewasters (you wouldn’t do much better with that since I forget them quickly) I don’t want to say anything too specific since they probably don’t want me going on about their fetishes.

Not the strangest but fairly strange was… well first I have to explain ball busting. It means punching and kicking some guy’s bollocks. Most of you will probably think that’s a pretty bloody odd thing to ask for, but since it’s just a subset of cock & ball torture (though a bit more dangerous), and I was introduced to that by my second boyfriend when I was 17, I don’t consider it to be outlandish. Everyone who’s asked for it has been a timewaster though, except for one client that I knew already who’d decided that he wanted to try it. He was quite specific though; he wanted gentle ball busting. No more contradictory than many aspects of sexuality really, but the concept makes me laugh.

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Um, you mean like pushing boundaries? That would be a pretty dangerous and unprofessional thing to do while working, wouldn’t it.

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No, I haven’t for a while. I did have a casual long-distance thing that started just before I went into stripping and lasted for several years (it was so casual that it was hard to work out when it ended, though I remember when it began very well *smile*). In many ways that was my ideal relationship. We talked fairly often and had a great time when we got together, but the distance provided some restraint and we were both chilled out enough about the whole thing to go with that. When I’ve had easily-accessible boyfriends I’ve generally been sucked too far into the relationship and found myself not really enjoying it but not used to keeping myself company.

I don’t expect to meet someone again who’s as relaxed about sex and relationships as my ex and who I fancy, so I expect to stay single indefinitely. I also live with my best friend now which sort of makes her my platonic wife, so I don’t feel like I’m missing out on the emotional aspects of having a boyfriend/girlfriend, and of course I’ve got the sex bit taken care of!

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I bought a proper tripod and a remote control for my camera last week to help with taking self-portraits. On Tuesday I noticed the autumn leaves and sunlight were making a nice scene, so I got my new kit and tried it out. It’s so much better this way! I wish I’d thought to get them years ago.

© Anika Mae 2011

© Anika Mae 2011

© Anika Mae 2011

I’ve put some more cheeky ones in my private gallery :).

There’s really no reason for this one being late, I just forgot. I’ve set my phone to bother me about getting these done in time, so let’s hope that helps!

Here’s a preview of my new photos!

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Contact the photographer at www.trashmeister.com if you want a shoot yourself. The site’s a work in progress but the ‘tog is a pro and lovely too.

Yes, one of them asked me several years ago but I wasn’t tempted. They were offering to pay my standard booking fee and the idea was that the video would benefit me by generating extra work. Fair enough, and I know that escorts get paid a lot more per hour than most porn stars, but it could have turned out to be something I was uncomfortable having around and I didn’t think it would be particularly effective as advertising, so saying no to providing that sort of content for no extra pay was a no-brainer.

Ok, that’s the whole backlog now. Who’s next?

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Well, they’re all photos from Thursday. I started editing them to post yesterday but thought I’d better go to bed instead.

So, bloggy things.

On Monday I administered my first caning. Hooray, these kinky schoolboy types aren’t all timewasting fantasists! He took it well, I wonder if the marks are still there.

On Tuesday I went to Hen Heaven as usual (31 miles on the bike). The not-awful weather was a relief; last week everything I was wearing got completely soaked and by the time I was due to leave the pad in my tights (which is there to stop my bum getting sore) still hadn’t dried. I couldn’t face putting it back on so I got a lift home.

The weather was forecast to be good for the next few days, so I thought I should try riding moderate distances on consecutive days. On Wednesday I did 53 miles and got home just in time to have some food and go for a sewer tour. Yesterday I did the same route reversed (minus the sewer), which was a lot more fun, partly because there was a rare Easterly wind to push me along at the end. I could really do with some more of those! I ride either North or East of Brighton, and fighting Westerlies for the last 10 miles before I get home is my least favourite bit.

I passed Raystede animal sanctuary near the beginning, so I stopped to have a look around. A parrot said hello to me. I may be cynical, but I reckoned it had it’s eye on my banana peel so I handed it over.

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Later I had a chat with a mountain biker who was working on the road and was impressed by my hill climbing. I forgot to point out that my bike is lighter than most mountain bikes and I’m lighter than most people so I have an advantage there.

Then I got to the coastal cycle path, put on some music and was whisked into Brighton. It was ace. Oh, and the starlings have arrived!

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When I got to Brighton I carried on to Shoreham Port and back to make the ride up to 60 miles. It was early evening then and everyone had rushed outside to do whatever outdoor activities they were into. It was lovely. Then I remembered I was supposed to be posting a picture of myself, so you get to see how trendy my riding gear is.

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Ok, best be off! I want to go to Sheffield Park Gardens today (about 40 miles). I’ve been there before, but this time I plan to take the key for my bike lock, not just the lock, so I can go in.

I would feel less comfortable if the industry was illegal (and it would seem crazy if it was illegal for what I believe would be the first time in British history, while public attitudes are fairly sympathetic), but being illegal doesn’t necessary mean that anyone wants to do anything about it.

If it’s an enforcement priority than semantic workarounds make little difference, if it’s not than no-one really pays attention to indoor workers. In the second scenario I suppose it wouldn’t make that much difference as many clients already think buying and selling sex is illegal.

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2/3 do, and I’ve mentioned work (the appropriate bits) at Christmas.

It took a bit of time to tell my sister. I assumed she basically knew since she’d seen the lead up when I was blogging from Copenhagen, but she seemed uncomfortable with it then so I took her avoidance of any talk about jobs to mean that she didn’t want to know for sure. Eventually it came up and I told her what I was up to. Apparently reading Belle Du Jour’s blog had prepared her for it and she wasn’t bothered, but she was worried I’d taken up drug dealing! I have no idea why in circumstances she’d assume that that was what my second phone was for.

Writing that has just made me wonder if that wasn’t really what she was thinking and she did just need some time to work through what I was doing before acknowledging it.

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I think I’d make a pretty poor ploughman, not sure I could manage a sexy furrow.

To be honest it’s been a long time since I’ve kept up with other escorts, so the ones I know either post on SAAFE a lot or are still around from when I used to socialise within the industry. If someone’s looking for someone in London though the first thing I think of is “check out Dollymopp”, because she’s fabulous, and even if they decide she’s the wrong age bracket for them or something I’m sure they all appreciate her website.

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This post is delayed partly because I’m bad at getting stuff done, and partly because I had a photoshoot yesterday. Yes, a full professional shoot with lights and everything! I’ve been meaning to do another one for years. I should be able to show you something next week, but you’ll have to wait a bit for the set because then the tog’s off to Ibiza (where he’ll be working hard).

The reason that caused a delay was armpit hair. I don’t know about you, but I think female underarm hair is soft and sexy and other nice things, and I grow mine whenever I get the chance. That isn’t often though because I don’t think stubble’s nice, so if I’ve got some I always shave it off for work and it takes about 10 days without shaving to get to a point where I don’t mind people getting up close. I’d never kept it around for long after that either because unless I was seeing a regular who I was confident could handle it, I’d still shave it off.

With the summer holiday lull and being away for a bit I got to grow it out, and then if I wasn’t sure if a client would mind I went along with a razor and asked them if they wanted me to shave it off, but they were all ok with it. That was pretty encouraging, but since I hadn’t decided I was never shaving again and some people do have a hard time accepting female underarm hair I thought I’d better go with the lowest common denominator for that shoot.

I was a bit sad about though so I thought I’d take a picture and post it on Thursday. I was proper useless that day though and didn’t get my camera out before it got dark. I did manage on Friday before I shaved, but I was pretty tired when I got back from the shoot so I didn’t get it all sorted until now.

I hope some of you like hair too. Those who don’t still get a picture of me naked, so it’s all good.

© Anika Mae 2011

So, I’m interested to know how you feel about ladyfluff. I’m starting to think that outside of lad culture, men don’t tend to have the strong negative associations that women (who’ve been conditioned to believe it’s something they need to care about) often do. What do you think? Is it nice, not your style, or does it actively freak you out?

(Oh and I think I’d like to do a small shoot when I’ve been able to grow it back, and it would be nice if the ‘tog got the aesthetic appeal too. If that’s you and you and you’re a reasonable good photographer, get in touch.)

Hello! I’ve decided to have a go at shorter bookings. At the moment they’re available on the same basis as 90 minute bookings, but conditions and prices may change or they could disappear all together, so get in there if you’re interested. See my Rates page for details.

That’s the announcement bit. Below is what I’m thinking.

It’s still weighted towards 1.5+ hours and especially against the single hour, because I’ve done a few of those and I thought the timing was weird. I had to leave as soon as my client had come and I think proper sex should end with some snuggling. Half an hour is a different thing altogether and I’ll have to see how that goes for me, but if you don’t mind paying £120 I don’t mind trying it out.

When I started work I was basically cool with the sex for cash thing. More than cool actually, I thought it was brilliant and the whole thing turned me on. There was a bit of snobbiness/insecurity though which I suspect is quite common, in that I thought if I was going to shag any one person for money it had to be enough money. Enough is quite arbitrary, and in my case it came from the champagne bar where I got started. It was £400ish to take me out, and I wasn’t charging by time but found that two hours was about right, so I put down £400 for two hours. I don’t know if that would have worked as well in Brighton as it did in Copenhagen because I soon got impatient (it seemed like a long time but was probably less than a week) and went down to £300, which was more in line with general rates. I’d like to think that by being in contact with other hookers I soon got over myself as far as enough was concerned, but I stuck with the two hour minimum because it worked for me and because at the time I didn’t like to do more than one booking a day so it made sense to go for longer ones.

Now I don’t find bookings as emotionally demanding and I like the odd day when I get three. (That’s probably disappointing for some people, but it’s still easy to be my first client of the day and if that’s what you’re after please just tell me rather than trying to book me when I’m going to be half-asleep.) I started offering 90 minutes at some point when I realised that was a pretty good booking length but didn’t bother with the single hours because as I said, I’m not sure about them. I never really considered half hours because to fit with my existing pricing and the way I work they’d need to be pretty expensive, but other ladies have told me that they set a half hour fee of £120-140 just so people would stop asking, but clients were interested at that price. So if that’s your thing, go for it. (Just be aware that you don’t get to string it out to an hour, and if you try to make it a GFE rather than a quickie I might have to send you home before I’ve got your trousers off.)

…I was a bit disappointed when I checked a map to see how many counties I covered yesterday. Only two! I went close to Tunbridge Wells so I thought I’d clip Kent, but I just got really close to the border, and then didn’t quite get into Surrey later. It was just East and West Sussex in the end, and most people don’t even know they’re different counties.

That was a lot of miles. I don’t know if not managing to have a big dinner the night before made much difference or if it was those extra 17 miles, or maybe just that I didn’t get home until quarter to ten. From about the 25 miles to go point up until Ditchling Beacon (which is daunting but means I’m almost home) I felt it the most. It didn’t entirely help that I was on country lanes in the dark, although my lights turned out to be just about up to the job and it was sort of fun. I was really happy to get into well-lit house though.

That’s about as far as I’ll ever need to go in a day on the big ride, so I’m pleased I’ve done it even though I’m not up to doing it day after day yet. I think I’ll have to go to the gym and work on my speed though.

Today I went for a gentle spin along the seafront to help my muscles recover and on the way I ran into The Iron Boot Scrapers busking and some very cool small children dancing. (I had a dance myself later.)