Three days in the South-West travelling between Plymouth and Bristol

Setting off at 8a.m., I soon got held up by traffic between Junctions 12 and 9 of the M6 and had to ring my first call, Sandra of Yeovil to let her know I would be a bit late. I turned up soon after 12 and we had a very pleasant chat, interrupted by a client turning up and Sandra giving him a quickie. Concluding my business there I then visited Jasmine's, Yeovil's lone parlour located over a run down carpet shop and while run by quite a character is hardly the most upmarket parlour around.

I now headed back to Taunton and next visited Diane's, a roomy private house just off the ring road. My next destination was in Exeter, where I was to enjoy a session on the house which I had been promised by Riley of Riley's Angels, an intriguing agency where the ladies, all in their late teens or early twenties, can see their customers either on an incall or outcall basis. At a discreet flat in one of the more select corners of the city, I was greeted by Baby, a slim brunette in her late teens, but who already had a fair grasp of what was expected of her and who came up with a very satisfying session.

By now it was late afternoon and so I headed down to Plymouth. I had had various potential calls lined up, but only one materialised in the form of Studio Two and Executive V.I.P., the two main parlours in the city, which were now associated and I met up with my old friend Colin, whose parlour was Studio Two, at Executive V.I.P., along with the original proprietor of Executive V.I.P. I sold them on the idea of the sample entry and headed off to my hotel to get a good night's rest.

The following morning I popped around to Slinkie's, the city's lone indie sex shop and topped them up with books, before heading over to Torquay and doing the same at Simply Pleasure there. My next call was on Emily of Crediton, who is actually located some miles south of Crediton. Entertaining from a discreet semi in a small village, she has had numerous good reviews over the years and is currently involved in slowly refurbishing where she works. From the outside the building she works from is hardly prepossessing, but inside is another matter and in particular she has an almost state of the art wet room, where she is only too happy to kick off a session by suggesting her client joins her in the shower. Unusually she has two websites.

http://www.emilydevon.110mb.com

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

From this village, which I had approached along narrow country lanes from the A30 to the south, I headed north along further narrow country lanes to Crediton and then on to Exeter, where I topped up another Simply Pleasure. I now tried to ring Steve, the boss of Studio A, who had agreed to meet me, but he was now obviously otherwise engaged. So instead I headed up to Highbridge and had one of my usual cheerful chats with Katie at Cleo's and to my surprise found myself coming across my old friend Charlene, formerly of Excell in Crewe, now working in Somerset and renamed Charley.

I now headed back down the M5 to Taunton and topped up that town's Simply Pleasure with my new book, before trying Steve again without success and had similar luck when I turned up at the house formerly occupied by Samsara, a Thai outfit. The house was now inhabited by people from somewhere in Eastern Europe and they did not seem to be even concerned with adult services.

So I headed off to my hotel room at the Travelodge at the Bridgwater services just off the M5 at Jn. 24. An independent working lady by the name of Lucy had indicated she would love to come around and meet me and so it came to pass. She also showed me how good she was at her craft. A Scottish lady from the Inverness area, she is exceedingly versatile, even being prepared to be submissive in the right circumstances and is a great believer in displaying how affectionate she can be. Strangely she has not yet got her own website, but is working on it and once it is operational I can see her adult career really taking off.

It was approaching midnight before she left and I then got a good night's rest before having a frustrating time sorting out breakfast the following morning. I first went to the town's Asda, which has convenient parking for my first visit of the day to Scarlets in New St., but they did not even have a restaurant and they directed me across the road to Sainsbury's. They had no eggs and when I suggested they let me have some black pudding in its place, I was simply told I could have any of the regular components of one of their breakfasts instead and that black pudding would cost extra, so I left Sainsburys and headed over to Morrisons, where I managed to get a complete decent breakfast at a reasonable price.

I then headed over to Scarlets, which had changed hands yet again, making three changes of management since the days of Mark and his gizmos. When Mark ran it it was known as Eve's and Mark was a great one for the latest slot machine, sound system or whatever else he felt would make the place interesting besides any decent looking and performing ladies. Maybe I am being a little cruel to Mark in saying that, but it was the most bizarre set up in a parlour I had come across anywhere and sure enough it eventually closed down.

As is so often the case the people I needed to see were not around, but I later talked to one of them and it was agreed we should meet up soon.

It was now on to Weston-Super-Mare and Butterflies, where I was treated to a very enjoyable session with a busty blonde East European called Alex, who somewhat reminded me of Anna Kournikova. They admitted they were feeling the pinch what with the credit crunch and I sympathised. What else could I do?

http://www.madambutterflymassage.co.uk

I now headed into Bristol and over to see Melissa at Melissa's in Kingswood. There I came across Roxanne, formerly known as Saffron, whom I had first met at a now long closed parlour in Taunton and then at Dreams, a short lived sister parlour in Weston to Butterflys. She was still looking her beautiful self and I had a very productive meeting with Melissa herself, the boss, before moving on to the House of Ducroix, the city's lone house of domination.

I had been invited to endure a session with the house's new domme, Mistress Georgia, a blonde in her thirties, who had been trained by their star attraction, their resident black bitch. Mistress Divine. After concluding my business with both of them and Marcus who runs the house, I ascended the staircase to the domination rooms and awaited my fate at initially just Mistress Georgia's hands, and then later from both Mistress Georgia and Mistress Divine.

http://www.houseducroix.com

http://www.mistressgeorgia.co.uk

http://www.mistressdivine.co.uk

After an interesting session, I left sore, but wiser to the skills of Mistress Georgia and the delights of Mistress Divine, before heading off to my last call of the day on Roxy's, a private house in Brislington, run by a lady of that name, who had contacted me independently some months back. When I finally got there, she was the only lady there, but we had a very productive chat and then after a bit late trying one last call without luck, I headed home.

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