A trip down to London

I set out not long after eight on Thursday and made the mistake of heading over towards and then down the M1. I had forgotten about the roadworks near St. Albans and of course ran in to problems just north of Junction 9. I had been due to get to Victoria for midday to enjoy a session with Lady Lorri, an erotic domme who bears a passing resemblance to Gabrielle in Desperate Housewives and who boasts two websites, which together display all of her talents. As it turned out my delay near St. Albans hardly mattered, since I found out when I rang from Scratchwood that she had gone down with a bad cold, courtesy of another client, one of the hazards of the profession, and just did not feel up to a session. I told her it hardly mattered, I could see her next time I was down and left it at that.

http://www.ladylorri.co.uk

http://www.kinkyplaymate.co.uk

I then rang around to see if there was someone else happy to see me and finally ended up agreeing to go and see Alex the lady behind the unusually named agency "Blue Monday". This gave me, I thought, adequate time to get into Soho and drop off books at two sites before I would wind my way back to North London and Alex's apartment for three. I had not taken into account the roadworks in and around Soho. After driving around in circles for what seemed like hours, I managed to make one of the two deliveries, but since I had to go back to Soho later to see my contact at Renegade pictures, the TV production company with whom I was busy discussing my next TV appearance, I realised after my trip back up the Holloway Road, I would have enough time to call in on the remaining Soho shop, plus one I had to visit in King's Cross after seven after my meeting with the lady at Renegade.

I got to Alex's flat soon after the agreed time of three and we had a long leisurely chat. I suggested she might like to arrange for one of her ladies to come around to my hotel room that evening and she recommended Michelle, who certainly looked delightful on the website. Blue Monday, so named because Alex is a Fats Domino fan, has a first class reputation both amongst clients and escorts and I was definitely looking forward to the meeting.

http://www.bluemondayoflondon.co.uk

By five I was back in Soho and straight into my meeting with Fiona at Renegade. I emerged an hour and a half later, with Fiona a little clearer on what she might be able to get in the way of participants and after dropping off more books in Soho and King's Cross I set out for the Travelodge in Canary Wharf, getting there soon after eight.

After a phone call and a short wait, Michelle arrived. A very attractive slim Czech brunette, she looked more French than Central European and proceeded to give me the time of my life, being keen to make sure I was totally satisfied. Indeed she did not let up for the entire hour and even after the session was over, she was still keen to make sure I enjoyed her company. All in all she was the complete professional.

After a good night's rest, the following morning I set out to check out a number of parlours in the eastern fringe of Greater London, and kicked off visiting Dagenham. Located there is an establishment that has moved around a fair bit. I first came across Donna, the boss of Varieties Massage in Holloway, when the establishment she ran was called N7 Heaven. From there it moved to Bermondsey and West Kensington with name changes along the way, before it settled in Dagenham with its current name. Located very unusually in a converted container adjoining a storage depot on the east side of the town, they started out with just one lady there at a time, but now boast two or three and are about to move to a new container located on the opposite side of the building and this time the container will be connected to the main building and the part of the main building will be part of the establishment, though all the massage rooms, including two with pole for pole dancing will be in the container part. All in all a somewhat bizarre set up, but one that seems to be succeeding and Donna has even come up with a second website, highlighting the poledancing feature of the establishment. I left somewhat bemused.

http://www.varietiesmassage.com

http://www.polesapartgirls.com

From here I headed back towards London and first called in at Leah's in Goodmayes, now the top parlour in the Ilford area, particularly since the unfortunate closure of Giggles. The proprietor was not around, but his deputy, whom I had met once before, was and we had a pleasant chat about the scene both locally and what was happening nationally.

http://www.leahs.co.uk

Having left them some books I then headed back towards the East End and headed for Cambridge Heath Road and Jezebels. The maid there recognised me but they were very busy and obviously I had not called at the right time, so I headed back away from the centre towards Leyton.

http://www.jezabels.co.uk

Here there were a couple of parlours I though I might visit but having driven around looking for somewhere convenient to park, I discovered that bizarrely for such a downmarket area, they had adopted voucher parking in the centre of Leyton, a system that might make sense in Brighton or Shrewsbury, the only other towns I had come across it, but in Leyton!!! Eventually I managed to park the car just off the top end of the High Road, but when after getting somewhat wet in a downpour, I got to Crystals, I found it shut, although the phone had not been cut off and I decided to cut my losses and head off to my next call, where I was reasonably sure of a friendly welcome.

So after negotiating my way through Leytonstone and Gants Hill I got out to Chadwell Heath and Jemma's. There I encountered Kay the lady who runs this parlour and an old acquaintance, the five star rated Keeley, formerly known as Brandy when she worked elsewhere. Despite it having been several years since I had enjoyed a session with her, she still looked in first class condition, boasting just as slim and fit a body as I could remember from before, four years ago.

http://www.kayjemmas.co.uk

We had a chat about how things were going nationally and then I headed off to Hornchurch, where I visited Lauren's, the town's top establishment. Dani, the boss greeted me and we had an amiable chat, but I could not persuade her to buy any books and so feeling I had had enough of this neck of the woods I headed for home. I had thought if I went home via the M11, I might make it up to Cambridge in time to pop in and leave some books at Confidential, the city's leading indie sex shop, but this motorway was also bedevilled by delays and congestion and eventually, I gave up on that idea and headed home.

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