A day in Bristol

It had been a while since I had been down in Bristol, so I felt it was high time I paid the city another visit, since it boasts an interesting selection of parlours, individual ladies, the odd escort agency of note, plenty of dominatrixes and the one and only House of DuCroix, one of the entire country's most notable houses of domination.

Having rung around on Wednesday, I had hoped to start the day by seeing Kelly Wright, an unusual lady whose speciality is Tantric Massage with a bit of domination thrown in for good measure. The day before she had given me her address, but on trying to ring her on the way down, I had no luck and I still had no luck when I got to her street in Redland. Later I got a text telling me she had suddenly found herself called away on a family matter.

http://www.highclassbristolescort.co.uk

I now popped around to the Elite Retreat, but found that Amanda, back in charge once more, was not around because it was half term, which was also the reason Roxanne could not see me, though she had told me before I set out for Bristol.

http://www.theeliteretreat.co.uk

Having topped up Rudy's in West St., with my new book, I now headed around to the House of Ducroix and found my old friend Marcus was there, but none of the ladies and we had an amiable chat about how things were going these days. He is finding the recession not bothering him at all, but then again judges and their ilk are hardly likely to be affected by any recession.

http://www.houseducroix.com

So I now popped over to see Melissa at Melissa's in Kingswood. They are similarly ticking along without too much to worry about and after making a successful sale there, I found myself first getting a call from Danish Blue, an unusually named lady, unsurprisingly from Denmark, but based in Bedminster, who had agreed to meet me later in the day, but who was now ringing me to tell me she could not make it at all now.

I now tried Kaz, a more mature lady, who happens to be the daughter of one of the oldest currently working ladies in the entire country, the 70 year old Grandma Libby. She was busy and would be so for most of the afternoon and also short of funds, so this left just two more possibilities. I first tried the House of Ducroix again, in the vain hope that Mistress Demonica might have turned up to work after all, but with no luck there, I headed around to the New Exchange, a parlour only a few doors away from Rudy's and which was run by Amanda, when I was last in Bristol.

Now run by a charming lady by the name of Jane, we went through to the back area, where they have an unusual but very notable relaxation area, where drinks and snacks are available. There I found myself greeted by the gentleman whom I had met at Shadows, when I first visited it in late 2009 and after a long chat we came to terms re the business I had come down to Bristol to conduct. I was also treated to a very enjoyable session with a lady from Northern Ireland by the name of Tiffany, which reminded me of a blonde from Northern Ireland whom I had met in Manchester a few years ago. She looked like Pamela Anderson, yet sounded a bit like the Reverend Ian Paisley. Then again that is better than sounding like Pamela Anderson and looking like the Reverend Ian Paisley.

And with that I headed home, getting back in good time.

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