A trip down to the South Coast and then along from Bournemouth to Brighton

Having taken delivery of my new guide to adult services in the South of England, I felt I needed to get down to the south coast, where three of the principal cities or large towns covered in depth in the book are located - Bournemouth, Southampton and Brighton, so having rung around up front, I set out.

First however I popped into Bristol, so I could get my books on sale at my one regular outlet in the city, Rudy's in West St., Old Market. Unfortunately, although the sun was shining and it was a lot better weather there than we have been having lately, I stayed to enjoy the weather rather longer than I had intended.

West St. has the most peculiar metal ridges on the edge of its kerbstones and being the lousy driver that I am, I hit the kerb while parking. Normally, this is something I can live with. Not this time, these metal ridges made a hole in my tire from which the air soon was escaping. And they made such a hole, when I got back home, the local tyre repair business could not repair it. All in all the visit to West St. cost me more in both money and time than I got from my sales of books to Rudy's.

By noon I was on my way again and headed off through a part of the country I had not visited before, the Somerset coalfield and such towns as Radstock and Midsomer Norton, where there are Miners welfare clubs and not in an area one would expect to find such. I was now headed for Frome, where I was aware of the existence of a sex shop and after finding it, I left them some books on sale or return and headed off to Bournemouth. My first call here was on a niche market working lady, who calls herself Miss Submission. In her council house in Christchurch, she has a bedroom, with a St. Andrew's cross and numerous pieces of equipment which she is prepared to endure, some quite mindboggling. Being prepared to take quite extreme punishment, she tells me she is as busy as ever and with little if any competition, I can understand why.

I then headed back into Bournemouth and left books at two more sex shops both in Bournemouth's least upmarket area, the Holdenhurst Road. I also found that another one I knew had closed down, an all to common occurence these days. I now headed over to visit my friends at Honeys and came acoss an old acquaintance, a lady who used to work independently called Sabrina, a distinctly Asian looking lass, but a lady who boasts a distinctively Geordie accent and who used to work alone at her flat in Poole. It turned out she had been taking a break from this work for a year or two, despite having her old phone number operational, though always on voicemail, but found working alone both boring and lonely, so she now works at Honeys, a private flat come escort agency. The lady who runs Honeys is a charming lass by the name of Clair and she has moved her operation a few hundred yards, to a more luxurious flat, though still in the Lansdowne area of the town.

My last call of the day was on Natasha, a curvy blonde in her forties based in Poole. The house, she and her partner, Marcus, occupy is unusually set back from the road, so it has its next door neighbour between it and the road, although they have a driveway to the side of both properties and this relatively modest bungalow has remote controlled gates and high walls to keep any prying eyes out, which is useful, when you see the hot tub in the garden, which comes into use in the summer, when they hold swinging parties there.

Bournemouth is not the sleepy retirement centre it can appear at first sight. By now it was getting late, so I headed off to my hotel out on the A31, roughly halfway between Bournemouth and Southampton.

The following morning I rung two ladies, who had expressed an interest in meeting up with me. One soon handed me over to her boyfriend, who was only interested in telling me he did not need any advertising and why at length. I eventually, when I got a word in, pointed out our conversation, was not really of any use to either of us. The other lady I thought I might see was Carly of Carly's Angels of Fareham. She had originally contacted me by e-mail some years ago, but whenever I had tried to contact her, and in all fairness to Carly I had left it some time before first trying, I had little luck in geting through to her. This time I had made contact the day before, but now got no answer. Later in the day I did manage to talk to her, but as usual, it was just not convenient for us to meet.

http://www.carlysangels.co.uk

Meanwhile however I had made contact with Laura, also of Fareham. One of the classiest ladies I have come across, she now entertains from a new upmarket development on the Portsmouth side of the town and I found it difficult to believe she had a daughter in her twenties. Then again, I have come across some foxy looking ladies in their forties and while sixty is the new forty, so forty must be the new thirty. Laura unfortunately was thinking of calling it a day in the Portsmouth area anyway and is planning on moving to London and not perhaps maintaining quite such a hectic work schedule. Portsmouth's loss, will be London's gain. One might even think of her as massage's answer to Harry Redknapp.

http://www.englishescortlaura.co.uk

After I popped into a sex shop in Gosport, I had no one else in Hampshire to see, one lady who wnated to see me was in the middle of a major move and another was on holiday in America!! And while there are several escort agencies in the county, no one was available for a meeting, so I headed off into West Sussex and kicked off my Sussex encounters by calling on Madame Collett, a dominatrix based in a small village near Pulborough, in other words in the middle of nowhere.

Madame Collett is certainly a character. When I finally found her, I had to drive out of the village to get a line on my mobile, so I could find some way of actually meeting her, she was enjoying a drink to celebrate her birthday with a neighbour. To call her a dominatrix is stretching it, since conventional services are just as much on offer and she is most certainly a lady with views and an interesting life history, having spent some considerable time working in Brussels and not for the E.U. Her house had books everywhere and where there were not books, there were lots of jazz and classical LPs and four large dogs. But assuming you are not put off by any of that and enjoy the company of the more mature lady, I feel sure she would be a fascinating experience.

http://www.madamecollett.erotohosting.co.uk

From here I now headed over to Brighton and at least this detour had enabled me to avoid the usual bottleneck on the A27 at Arundel. Getting to my hotel, I rang around re seeing anyone so interested the following day, but only succeeded in lining up one call on a lady by the name of Marissa. I then contacted Klaudia, an attractive raven haired Hungarian, who runs a private house near the seafront in Hove and who contacted me only a few weeks ago. I prepared an entry for the establishment, but did not have much on which I could base my comments.

When I woke up the following day, after breakfast I headed over to see my friends at Swallows, whose website I manage and after getting all the details updated was treated to a session with Laura, a raven haired Hungarian, who has been as Swallows for several months now and who also is a bit of an exotic dancer. She certainly has the body and energy for such. I had a couple of sex shops to visit and put books into both and then headed over to see Marissa, an attractive petite half-Spanish lady, who greeted me in her nightwear, enquiring whether I would enjoy a session with her, but I pointed out that I could hardly do her justice because of having just enjoyed the session with Laura.

With that I felt there was little point in staying in the area and so I headed home, dropping off a few books at a sex shop in Crawley en route, getting back eventually soon after eight.

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