My thoughts on dick pics

Once in London I finished my shift and I was in a hurry to catch my night bus from Tottenham Court Road. I was at the bus stop when a young guy stepped in front of me holding his mobile close to my face.

“Look!”

It was a picture of a – I suggest his – penis. It's okay to be proud of your precious male part, but why do you think I want to see it, especially in this way of presentation? Is this the only thing you can offer to a woman, does it make you a man?

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Those sweet temptations

Here comes another confession from me. I don't consider myself as bisexual although at work customers often like to have fun with two or more girls that like each other also in a sexual way. And it's always easier for the girls too to sit with one customer as they can get rid of the drinks easier not to mention easier to keep him (and his hands) under control. So of course when a client asks me if I like girls, I would answer “Yes, can I introduce my friend to you?” In that case, I'm in the game, light touching and kissing make the moment more sexy and playful.

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I'm just a good girl with bad habits

If anybody asks what was my most exciting erotic experience, I always start with this story. It happened in London quite a long time ago. But I feel I have to add it to the blog before everyone thinks I'm an innocent person (and because lately I only wrote about the pure facts of my work). So let's talk about sex! Lately, I gave out only dry information about dancing on my blog, it's time to spice it up! So here are some saucy bits:

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Laura's research into lapdance experienses 2.

“How would dancers feel about giving their sexual partner, or someone that they are in a long-term relationship with a lap-dance? If they would do a lap-dance for them, would they do a different routine to the one that they do at work, and why?”

“Do you think that dancers wear the same underwear at home with their partners as they would at work? Would they wear stockings, g-strings or heels?”

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My dog-lover ex

I love animals. Although I'm a cat person, I do love dogs as well. Ok, not those portable handbag dogs. They are cute but for me, the meaning of a dog starts somewhere at a normal height. But after experiencing this story I was not able even to look at them for a while. 

I was dating a guy who had a small female dog. Of course, I knew him from the club I used to work at that time. But I thought he is a fantastic man. We shared the same way of thinking, a similar mentality from the beginning,  same interest. He was a strong character,  manly, like a big silent warrior. You know the kind you know you can rely on. He will be there any time you need him. So what about the dog then? No, the story is not that bad as you think, but definitely one of the weirdest that ever happened to me. 

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The Little House of Fetish

I can not call me a prude woman. I had a boyfriend before that he loved me wearing stockings in bed. I didn't find it difficult if that makes him happy, why not. As I'm doing fetish modelling these kinds of desires are not unknown for me. And I don't know why but I noticed lately that guys with secret fantasies sooner or later open up for me and telling me or their dirty secrets. And I love those private dances when my customer only wants to give me foot massage or lick the heels of my shoes! But experience something extreme in private life, it's a different story..

First I was dating a guy and he liked the glossy, shiny hold-ups on me. For every date we had he arrived with a pair of black stockings. He knows I love the vintage style Agent Provocateur ones (I already have a whole collection of them) So we were dating for a while but one night after having sex he turned to me saying: “Honey, I love your legs in these stockings. But what if next time I'm gonna wear them?”

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To meet Mr. Player

He has a name but I would prefer to call him Mr Player. This given name perfectly describes his real nature. I met him at the club. The first sight I noticed his cute face but I knew from previous experience that I don't need to get close to this type of guy. This type I just call eye-candy. They are good to look at but you know what to do with a lollipop when you can't have it all: just throw it in the rubbish bin.

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