Hello sexy friends & followers, clients past, present & future! As we approach Christmas 2025 there’s a LOT GOING ON. We understand if you’re one of those who ‘thinks there’s nothing I can do to change the World, my vote won’t make a difference, just get on with my own life’ HOWEVER the world’s going though profound change. At a rapid rate of knots not least here in the UK. Citizens (or should I say a percentage of them) are under sustained attack over FREE SPEECH & taxation; ideological policies are being rammed through with no serious debate, elections are being cancelled, the first past the post voting system is set to be abolished, SME’s are being CRUSHED, the list goes on. We’ve a government with a technical mandate yes but only on the back of voter apathy at the last election. It’s an administration with record LOW approval rating (last week down to 12% among voters) & destined to be the first UK government to sink to single figure rating anytime soon. Every cloud has a silver lining… there’s signs we’re breaking the two party establishment ‘blob’ with the emergence of Reform, Advance UK, Greens and others, but only if and its a BIG IF they’re allowed to grow. But what the hell has any of this got to do with the sex trade, or relationships I hear you ask. Regular readers know I’m fiercely political, an activist/supporter of freedom, individualism & enterprise, and hence by the government’s definition ‘Far Right’. And I make NO apology for that. Credit where credit’s due though. One thing the government IS really good at, is spinning PERCEPTION. Many years ago in NEWS VIEWS & SCREWS I predicted sooner or later we’d be in a dark place due to social media. And that forecast is playing out now… but not in the way you might imagine. Cutting to the chase, each and everyone of us perceives truth in a different way, based on prior life experience/observations/communities we follow/attach ourselves to. What you see on social media or your device (even if you run NO social media accounts at all) ISN’T RANDOM. You’re being targeted by algorithms designed to max revenue for mega corporations because YOU are their product. I’ve been studying this in depth, mainly because I’m curious why people cling to the ‘official’ scamdemic narrative, even when they’re dying of cancer… NEVER questioning the wisdom of getting the jibbly jab, and not just once, but twice, thrice…some are on their seventh booster! We’ve got relations in that position; we’ve also lost several clients (passed) in recent years.. some of those people vehemently rejected what they perceived (and that’s the key word here) as conspiracy theories. That’s one example… the same can be said about a host of other topics… who are the people (men) on the small boats paying thousands to get here when they could just as easily fly in by budget airline for a fraction of the cost? Why are they risking life and limb to cross the Channel? Why are we seeing them via selfies tossing ID’s into the sea? Why are people not asking basic questions like ‘If I wanted asylum in a foreign land, wouldn’t I take my ID, my work history, my educational certificates/trade qualifications etc etc. BASIC STUFF, but the man in the street thinks ‘crazy times, nothing I can do about it’. So there’s a lot at stake right now, as we face genuine TYRANNY and risk hurtling full speed into Chinese style control aka COMMUNISM. And it all revolves around perceptions of TRUTH, the winners (in the short to medium term at least) being the ones best able/most skilled at influencing those impressions. Its all around us. Manipulation by grifters enabled by tech especially YouTube. You see it in politics, finance, health, education, everywhere, and yes, in the sex industry too. You’ll probably know we came off AdultWork months ago. A prime example of an organization skilled at perpetuating a myth…that they are the be all and end all of escorting platforms. They aim that myth primarily at service providers not punters…. the service providers are their bread & butter paying them to the tune of hundreds of millions a year. Does that figure surprise you? It shouldn’t; just take time to do some basic math. It’s the kind of dough platforms with a few thousand subscribers turns over.(AW currently has about 13000 service providers down from 16000+ back in the day); we used to pay them around £400 a month, some female escorts pay far in excess of that) Another example came to light yesterday, as Ofcom publicly jumped up and down with joy over a fine they’ve levied on AVS Group Ltd; a £1 million penalty for failing to implement “highly effective” age assurance measures on its adult sites, as required under the Act’s children’s safety duties (which kicked in July 2025). They also got hit with an extra £50,000 for dodging information requests from the regulator. AVS has 72 hours to fix the age checks or face £1,000 daily add-ons, and this is the biggest fine so far under the new regime. AVS run 18 sites, mainly clip/tube content, with millions of monthly UK visitors. But I digress. Since we came off AdultWork, numbers of meeting have dipped, but quality of inquiries has improved, massively so. The result is we’re getting better clients, spending more money, on extended meetings.
You see, many men aren’t going to Age Verify for fear of data breeches and a less than savory online footprint. Surprisingly, most won’t go down the VPN route either…it’s perceived as ‘techy’. In reality its childsplay…you only need a FREE version, that said, most won’t go there. Some believe facilitating a VPN is almost ‘an admission of dodgy browsing’ itself. IT’s really NOT! But hey, it is what it is. The grifters perpetuate because they are forever coercing their viewers with subtle nudges… the escorts on Adult Work for example (and by extension, hundreds of other sites linked as affiliates) truly believe that if they’re not on that platform they will fail. They have succumbed to the illusion that that platform is the premier site for attracting inquiries. ‘Inquiries’ being the key word here. ‘Inquiries’ doesn’t automatically mean ‘business’. In reality AW only gets a quarter of the traffic compared to the other major player in the space. In any business, some will say inquiries are key…. the trick is converting them into sales, BUT I suggest the adult industry is different…in that there is a huge percentage of dreamers, window shoppers, and outright timewasters (many of them serial and malicious). So what makes some of the service providers ‘appear’ more popular on these platforms? Well, you might have guessed it….not their performance in the bedroom, but their skill at ‘influencing’. This leads to a lot of disappointed punters time and time again. They pay good money for what they hope will be something ‘special’ only to be let down by a sub-par encounter, with the service provider paying no more than lip service to what they purport to offer on their page. Same goes for sex toys… what a rotten industry that is! Cheap Chinese crap 99% of the time with virtually no recourse due to ‘hygiene reasons/seal broken/unable to return/embarrassment over refunds hitting a bank account’ etc. You see ‘award winning’ products pushed hard; but what are those awards? They are based on votes sent in by customers, site subscribers, users etc but they are not sent in on their own free will…they are pursued relentlessly by these skilled operators, knowing they need to perpetuate the illusion of being a ‘market leader’ and thus up there with the best.
So recent visitors to our den of iniquity have included a good number of men who a) are pissed to the extreme over what’s going on in contemporary Britain & want to close the door on a mad world if only for a couple of hours (257000 went further last year & closed the door on Britain FULL STOP #exit), b) men who refuse to age verify & proceed to dig deeper on the net… and discover independent sites like ours, c) men who’ve watched us from the wings for years but not hitherto taken action for 2 reasons 1) lack of bottle and 2) they want to see track record/longevity/authenticity leading to TRUST before booking, d) men increasingly worried they may not be able to ‘play’ if they leave it much longer due to aging, probability of the ending of cash, the imposition of programmable currency with social credit scoring COMING SOON, and e) our regulars, some going back years! (a thousand thanks guys!)
Arthur (not his real name) is a Category a) & e) client. He visited us for a threesome this week after an email inquiring about availability a fortnight back. He’d asked for an outcall originally… saying he ‘wanted to get back to basics…no fancy stuff, just three naked bodies in a bedroom, something like happened on the first meet’ which was years ago. Since then he’s experienced bondage, electro, milking all kindsa stuff and our prior meetings have been invariably hot; though a couple of times we’ve hit red lines on limits. The last time he saw us was August 2024 the SAME WEEK we met a cuckold. Both meetings were wild & both got featured in NVS, but get this: The same guy we saw the same week….HE contacted us again this week to meet THE SAME DAY we’d booked Arthur!!! Scary! (In truth we’re both a bit physic. It’s actually forewarned me on two or three occasions past about taking preventative action. I think everyone has an element of telepathy, some way more advanced than others. There have been too many instances over the years for it to be coincidence and its a subject I’d like to delve into more, but alas, time doesn’t permit.
Arthur’s from Darlington. He’s a technical author by day and an erotic one by night (in secret) with several books published, fifty something years old, medium build, fit in appearance but suffers underlying joint/past injury issues, affable, slightly reserved in nature, with an enduring feminine side to his persona. Yep, I’m happy with that description! I should have added another category to the list previous, ‘men in sexless marriages’. Sadly that’s Arthur too… telling us his main reason for visiting us was for a lift. Because he’d been down recently, he was finding it increasingly difficult to get aroused (though still enjoyed regular Morning Glories so obviously nothing much wrong with the inner workings) Perhaps it was a ‘mind thing’. Last but not least he was MISSING skin on skin, especially with females. Arthur’s genuinely bisexual too; He alluded in his email to wanting ‘it’ all ways, in other words he was looking forward to a full on fuck fest with no holes barred. As the years roll by I get ever more fascinated by human sexuality, behaviour, and hypocrisy. Bisexual People Exist. Get over it. I guess you wouldn’t be reading this piece though would you if you didn’t have ‘a leaning’ shall we say…. however slight #KleinScale ha!
He must have been really excited because the moment he stepped into reception we could see his bulge, tightly constrained in denim jeans, extending towards his right thigh. Minx picked up on it straightaway….I couldn’t help feeling it. Minx drew closer. We embraced in a threeway kiss… not full on at first…. lightly… it had been 15 months since we’d touched base. That said, things got real hot REAL QUICK. Minx looked stunning. It had been a hard week for her with some demanding BDSM clients & I’d not been the easiest to live with either due to trading perplexities & legal issues; not things I should burden her with but such is life & #relationships. Remember I told you Arthur was in a sexless marriage? Incredibly (& he recalls the day) there had been no physical contact between him and his wife, not even a kiss, since get this…the year TWO THOUSAND & TWELVE. Holy Moly. That’s not uncommon sadly…too many men stay stuck in unhappy relationships & won’t do anything about it fearing upheaval/costs/uncertainties ‘better the devil you know’ mentality. In hindsight both my divorces resulted in me moving forward, to happier times, eventually, and a more stable life. Minx & I have been together nearly twenty years now. Today, dressed in black satin shorts and a skimpy matching top, tight thong, nude stockings and chunky 4 inch animal print pattern heels with bold chunky necklace adorning her neck she looked every inch ‘sex on legs’. And very decent legs they are too not to mention those glorious ‘thigh dents’… inner-thigh hollows that have earned cult status in the modelling world would you believe, as the ultimate ‘teardrop’ detail. Mmmmmmmm.
Minx must have forgotten something because after a few minutes she disappeared upstairs leaving us two men to reacquaint ourselves shall we say. Arthur must have been loaded for bear. You’re probably used to our American leanings (complete with Old Glory draped across our front door) but in case that’s a phrase you’re unfamiliar with its an old American expression that means being armed to the teeth, heavily prepared, or going all-out for a serious confrontation – these days its use is more figurative meaning over-prepared, over-armed, and ready to dominate whatever (or whoever) comes at you. It explains why he came onto me so strong, planting his lips against mine in a hard, passionate, smouldering kiss. I like that word smouldering…it alludes to fire, a burning sensation; Arthur had pent up lust, frustrations, wants needs & desires, no longer mere fantasies where he struggled to achieve an erection. This was real, evidenced further by the bulge breaking out as he dropped his jeans then his white pants, revealing his manhood. Stiff & veiny, foreskin visibly rolling back as he got even hornier, his shiny bellend beckoned. Dropping to my knees I took his length into my mouth. I could feel his heat, his strength; it made me hard it made me excited, it’s arousing me now as I share it with you. If you identify as a 100% straight man (there’s no such thing) or even just a wee bit curious, keep reading, and never say never right? So many men we see don’t have much in the way of cock… that is normal. XXX media would have you believe the average is 7 or eight inches but trust me its not… in the UK I’m reliably informed the average, when hard, measures 5.25 inches and from what we’ve seen that’s stretching it! Many are well below. Its funny…at the bottom end of the scale you get sissy clits, a couple of inches hard, with a tendency to shrink back into the body when flaccid; it’s all abut context…that too can be sexy because it takes on the appearance of a really big clitoris. Is that something you’ve ever seen? A really big clitty I mean! In truth, sexuality is a whole body thing, so size isn’t everything. Mind a survey I recently saw suggested women thought otherwise. Talking of surveys, I learned of one recently conducted by a certain sextoy megastore. I hate this firm with a passion & never buy from them main reason being they knock off other peoples stuff and always have done…marketing masters at manipulating perception UGHHH, so I won’t share their name. The survey was the umpteenth relating to men’s thoughts about male sex toys. I’ve been following these polls for decades, since the time I sold pleasure products in northern pubs and social clubs in the early noughties. It seems some progress has been made, but only a little. Sextoys for men are still perceived, in the main, to be for gay men; or at the very least a ‘secret’ never to be shared with peers or even other halves. In my view their survey was fatally flawed, because it questioned 1000 UK men aged 18-65 en bloc. They should have broken it down into generations. There is a monumental difference between attitudes of GenXers and Millennials which didn’t seem to have been taken into account, but hey ho. Interestingly it revealed that 32% of men who didn’t use sex toys, were more likely to try a threesome if they wanted to explore anal play. That tallies with what we see…. a good many men crave anal play who have never explored at home and/or never handled a male sex toy of ANY KIND, not just those relating to ‘A’. We alone have seen numbers of men running well into four figures over 13 years… extrapolate that number across the whole country and you’ll find a good wadge of men might be fairly described as ‘sex positive’ & ‘open’ behind closed doors. Back to Arthur though! After I’d gone down on him for three or four minutes I stood back up, he wanted to be kissed… deep French style, necking too; now it was my turn to dominate. For a split second he looked bewildered as I spun him around through 90 degrees then pushed him down over the arm of a leather sofa; buckling, he lost his balance & fell backwards into the chair, his legs draped over the arm, cock erect & vertical. Straddling him in a 69 giving him full view of my cock, ass & big balls he wasted no time in fellating me… I took him too, hungry for his sex, sucking on his shaft deeper and deeper until I touched base. Rhythmically sucking him, up, down, his full length, it felt VERY horny and different ‘to the norm’. Best of all he ‘mirrored’ my movement, but not so deep, understandable from someone who only played like this on rare occasions. Different for a pro! I’m forever improving on EVERYTHING I do from sex, to trading, chefing & training/working out, it’s part of my DNA I guess…. few people can deep throat for any length of time, you need practise, and you need to learn to breathe while you’re doing it, that way you suppress the gag… I thought I heard Minx cry out… she told me later she hadn’t heard anything from us downstairs for a full twenty minutes, presuming (correctly) we were engrossed; She was wanting to play! Taking Arthur by the hand, I lead him upstairs to the playroom. He’d been there before and freaked out over the SeriousKit milker hence his request this time for something more vanilla. Minx was on the bondage bed, spreadeagled. Arthur clambered up to face her, then kneeling he began to roll his nipples between his fingers. His cock, still impressive, responded to this, twitching profusely. We could see a hint of precum… ‘Can’t remember whether you like your nipples played with‘ queried the Minx
‘Oh yeah’ Arthur replied adding ‘It doubles my horn and makes me pre-cum’
‘You’ve almost got tits’ she replied referring to his breast… akin to a teenage girl I guess is the best description; smooth, firm, with cherry nipples & a hint of cleavage if he bent low or you pushed them together….
‘Do you ever dress?’ Minx inquired
‘Never’ he replied
‘You’ve read my books…they are always written from a female’s perspective, reflecting my feminine side, I’m Anny…’
‘Mmmmm. I think you should wear knickers and stockings’ Minx told him
Surprisingly he complied with her wish, allowing her to put a pair of sheer black nylon holdups on *him*. Initially declining the lace knickers ‘I don’t think they’ll cover me….’
but he relented…. a beige lace thong DIDN’T come close to accommodating him, all the same, it looked incredibly sexy.
Rummaging more, Minx produced a skimpy black camisole, its straps got all tangled as she fought to slip it over his upper body… he was turned on, hot too & clammy to the extreme causing the material to tightly roll up as she fought to feminise him for real; finally, it sat right & play resumed as we fondled his tits firmly through the fine mesh. But there was something still missing…
‘Wig!!!’ shrieked Minx ‘you gotta wear a wig’
By this time Anny was resigned to acting the part of a promiscuous little tart hungry for dick… I never dreamed we’d get this far with him, especially taking into account his request for ‘back to basics vanilla-ish’
I picked a brunette shoulder length hairpiece for Arthur from our collection…Minx set it in place, parting the hair to reveal his face; a threeway kiss followed, our lips intertwined with a few course hairs from the wig but none of us cared. We were all ON FIRE. ‘I want Minx’s pussy!’
‘Well go on then’… she countered, reclining once again on the purple throw, spreading her legs…. ‘Go down on my clitty, see if you can find it….’ She wasn’t being condescending… those ‘in the know’ will know what she meant…
Anny was on her tummy, ass in the air. I knew full well her desire…
Rubbing Anny’s hole with a lubed finger I heard her moan while burying her tongue ever more deeply into Minx’s sex.
Anny’s hole wasn’t too tight… even so I primed it a little with a medium size glass dildo, then the one with the angled head. The latter hits the spot EVERY TIME. Reaching underneath I fondled her cock; still impressively hard it was oozing precum; I knew she was ready to be fucked and fucked hard. Gently at first, I soon found my stride. Raising his bum to my command brought him to a more comfortable level…. a height where I could grasp the top frame of the bondage bed and literally poke him him hard horizontally, the full length, in and out. I couldn’t help myself looking back at the big wall mirror to see me penetrating him, both of us with big balls and pert asses, with Minx’s lush tits also visible in the reflection. ‘Influencers’ I guess would call it a ‘porn star experience’ (PSE)
I pounded Anny every which way…for a few minutes she pulled away from the Minx, going flat on the bed, allowing me to writher and squirm… successfully stimulating his P-spot to the max. When you do that, the recipient reaches a point where they’re drained, not physically but mentally… its a BIG THING; in reality its everything they crave, an emotional thing as well as a physical thing. Again, if you’re straight I urge you to remain open minded…if more men actually knew what it’s like (as in Roman times, Greek history, Indian cultures) they’d more readily accept it…. sex positivity in reality is a million miles away from ‘being gay’. The more years I do this the more differences I see between gay and bi folk, not in a bad way… THEY ARE JUST VERY DIFFERENT.
‘Can I have my turn now?’ ventured Arthur, his voice hushed & a little squeaky.
‘What do ya mean’ asked Minx
‘He wants to fuck you hun….’ Grabbing a condom, I made sure it was one with a gold wrapper…’MAGNUM’ yeah, he’d definitely need that one…. tearing a slit in its edge I passed it to ‘Anny’ and she rolled it on and became a full blown functioning ‘tranny’ [Seriously wondering if that word will result in a visit form the #thoughtpolice]
Pushing into Minx she gasped…
‘OOOOPH!’ ‘I might need a little lube, I hate the stuff, hardly ever use it…’
But he WAS on the big side…Withdrawing, he let me apply water based gel all the way around his shaft. Once again he thrust into her. They started to fuck vigorously. I could tell Minx was enjoying it. For a while I got under them like a cuckold, marveling at the closeup; full on penetration; two sexy people, one I loved, the other little more than an acquaintance, but someone I had chemistry with all the same. I thought I’d have another go at fucking him myself…‘jam in the sandwich’ is top of many *men’s* fantasies. Rubbering up again, I got into him and the three of us screwed and gyrated for a good ten minutes more, but Minx wasn’t quite there. She seldom cums from penetration… ‘Get Emma!!’ she cried!
Arthur’s heart skipped a beat, thinking for a moment that a naughty neighbour might be about to make an appearance, but no, Emma’s her trusty Svakom vibrator… very high pitched, with heat function too. Ordering the men to rest it gently on her mound, then to roll it, she got very tense as the device worked its magic. Arthur was still gently fucking her. I was fondling her tits…she had her arms up with hands over her eyes, arching her body as Emma delivered deep pulses….‘Get a towel Geeze’
I did as I was told, pronto…knowing a flood was imminent. Under the throw was a mattress protector, but even it struggles on occasion when she’s really turned on & there’s a deluge… She started squirting; little fountains bursting upward and outward. She was moaning loudly, ‘Oh My Godding’ repeatedly… ‘now fuck me…. I need to be fucked after an internal cum, FUCK ME FUCK ME‘ and fuck her he did… a blur of motion until she let go again the instant he pulled out. Rince and repeat, twice, thrice, before collapsing from the effort, drawing breath…both of them. This was just the kind of tonic we all needed; there’s nothing like a FULL ON THREESEOME in the North East when you’re feeling like you need a lift. Forgive me inserting ‘in the North East’ but I have to be Search Engine friendly #Perception and all that UGHHH!!
So here endeth the lesson! What lesson? The revelation you have to try and look after Number One (you dear reader, yes YOU!) especially in tough times like now. What about Arthur I hear you ask…did he cum? Well, that’s for us to know and you to wonder…suffice to say it turned out to be a #FeelGoodFriday for all concerned…and then some! Bye for now, luv fun50couple
