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Two days in South Wales & Bristol

It was high time I made another visit to one of my favourite corners of the country, South Wales and I also needed to pop into Bristol, so I had lined up plenty of calls in these two areas, but curiously, I realised after doing a load of ringing around that I was going to find myself with time on my hands the first day, which I had planned on spending entirely in South Wales.

I kicked off the day, after I had got to Swansea via the Heads of the Valley Road around 11a.m., at Studio 95 where I met up with John and after concluding our business, was treated to a session with Jen, a very energetic Thai lady. Setting me up for the day, I now headed along the M4 towards Cardiff, stopping briefly en route to check what had happened to Welsh Top Notch, an intriguing private house in Pencoed, just beyond Bridgend. Nobody was answering the door, so I came to the conclusion it had shut down. It was in a rather unusual location to say the least.

I next called on Simply Pleasure, Cardiff's leading sex shop, located in Splott and topped them up with books, before I headed around to Abigail's - Twice as Nice, one of my favourite parlours. The boss, with whom I have a first class relationship and whom I had been looking forward to seeing was unfortunately indisposed and so I met her manager, a charming chap called Ray. He concluded the business on the boss's behalf and invited me to enjoy a session with one of the ladies, but having had a pretty energetic session in Swansea, was not really up to it. I indicated I might call back later. Bianca, a raven haired east European looked particularly inviting.

So I now headed off to Bristol in the hope of being able to get some of the apparently many calls I had due the following day out of the way. My principle aim was to visit the Elite Retreat, no longer run by Amanda, but now by Maggie, an ex-pub landlady, and consequently, someone skilled at both managing the establishment's finances and possessing the personal touch so necessary in dealing with the volatile temperaments that ladies in this industry so often have. She was interested in what I had to say, but Amanda had apparently left the parlour's finances in a sorry state, so her first priority had to be getting top of them, though she indicated she would be interested in my ideas for promotion in due course.

http://www.theeliteretreat.co.uk

My detour to Bristol had been somewhat of a damp squib, but my journey back to Newport yielded better dividends. I first called in on Welsh Sweetness, an agency come private flat that has moved from Cardiff Bay to a modern flat in the Radyr area of Cardiff and was now located in a less upmarket location just off Corporation Rd. in Newport. They still have their star performer, Alexandra, now renaming herself Victoria and she is obviously doing well these days, being dressed so classily I hardly recognised her. She was also keen to show me how well she could perform, but I was still not feeling quite up to it. A pity because her reviews have been uniformly good and she has the sort of slim athletic build in a woman that I always enjoy.

http://www.welshsweetness.co.uk

From here I made the short drive into the city centre to visit Sugar's which operates from a discreet apartment there. Sugar herself greeted me and we had a friendly chat which concluded reasonably successfully, before I headed off back to Cardiff and my hotel room.

http://www.massagegirlsnewport.co.uk

The following morning, my first call was on First Choice Leisure, now run by a very amiable character, who goes by the unusual nickname of "Shocker". He did explain to me how he got that moniker, but that was on my last trip down this way and I cannot for the life of me remember how he got it now. I arrived at the parlour around 9.30a.m., before any of the ladies had arrived and Shocker told me I would have been welcome to a session with one of the ladies had any been there, so yet again I took a raincheck.

I now headed back west along the M4 to Skewen near Neath, where I visited Chantells and met up with Carly, who runs the parlour jointly with Tammy. We concluded our business swiftly and I now tried ringing Mistress Candy Cane of Tredegar, but without any success, so probably writing her off for this trip I headed back on to the motorway and headed west towards Newport, where I was planning on visiting Bookends, the city's lone independent sex shop. However when I rang them I discovered they were moving shortly and so they did not want any new stock until my next visit. I then got a phone call from Mistress Candy Cane. She was now busy redecorating and since by now a trip up the Valleys to Tredegar was rather out of my way, I cheerfully agreed to postpone my visit to her until the next time I was down this way.

http://www.mistress-candy-cane.com

So it was now on to Bristol, but my luck was beginning to run out. One parlour boss there had already rung me the day before to tell me she would not be around, two ladies and one domme I had contacted were now not answering their phones and as it turned out later another private house I was planning on visiting also later told me they could not see me. Hearing recently about how H.M.Revenue and Customs had been targetting working ladies in Bedford, and if they are going to do it in Bedford, they will be doing it all over the country, I was bound to wonder if it was worth their while.

I did have some luck with one lady, Kaz, whose mother must be the oldest currently working lady in Britain, was up and happy to see me at her very pleasnt flat in Stapleton. We swiftly concluded our business and I now found myself rung by Glen, a gentleman who sells my books to working ladies and sex shops around the south west. We met near the Elite Retreat, just as we had last time and I stocked him up with the new guidebook.

I now headed over to Kingswood and Melissa's. Melissa had been happy with the return from her last sample entry, but wanted to wait a month or two before having another go. After topping up Rudie's the sex shop in West St., Old Market, I thought I would pop around and see my friends at the House of Ducroix. They were doing quite well despite the recession, probably due to the number of dommes calling it a day in the city, I learnt that one of the most notable, Mistress Scorpia had emigrated to Israel!! Marcus was not optimisitic about his football team, Cardiff City, who seem to be able to beat teams up at the top of the table like themself, but then lose to teams at the bottom! And after an unusual discussion for me, football is only a passing interest for me, I headed home, getting back far earlier than I had thought I would.

http://www.houseducroix.com

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