It’s four o’clock in the morning & I’ve got out of bed to write this post. Couldn’t sleep, because I was STILL BUZZING from a hot MFM threesome in County Durham we enjoyed yesterday. It’s the second stellar performance in a week…either we’re just getting good at it after thirteen years [ha!] OR there were underlying forces at play aka chemistry. Both guys we’d seen before two or three times. Both are in their fifties, blue collar workers, local, ‘ordinary bods’ in ordinary jobs. Neither of them work out, but probably don’t really need to because work keeps them fit(ish). The first guy, Gary, I’ve written about before in News Views & Screws, years ago. I was thinking about him before Christmas…surprised we hadn’t seen him again and then up he popped, on Christmas Eve! ‘The World’s a Big Place’ he quipped, minutes into the meeting, in answer to our question ‘why had he taken so long?’ I hadn’t remembered writing about him, or ‘what he brought to the party’ all I knew deep down was ‘he’s a good guy’. And because I’d featured him in NVS before, I didn’t feel inclined to write about him again. I wanted to, because the meeting was SO HOT & KINKY, but Christmas got in the way & NVS isn’t a priority anymore, sadly. What’s stirred me today though, was the sheer intensity of yesterday’s tryst, which took us both by surprise. It, coming so soon after the meeting with Gary, inspired discussion in private, between the two of us. What had we done different? How were the meets so ‘full on’? Escorting’s a strange kind of relationship. There are times, many times, a few short hours after a meeting and you COMPLETELY forget what the guy even looked like. I always remember what they do for a living, the car sometimes, and that’s about it… rarely do I recall full chapter & verse of their time spent with us, or much physical detail unless its extreme. Like the guy from Scotland we had weighing in well north of thirty stone who could barely fit under the hoop of the fucking bench. Gary’s ‘extreme’ feature was his 9 inch cock; we don’t see too many like that 🥺🥺🥺.
The self righteous moral crusaders will probably tell me that forgetting what a punter looks like is ‘the mind burying bad stuff to ‘cope’ with the shame & indignity surrounding prostitution’. My answer to them is TWO FINGERS. Their kind have no business dictating to me or anyone else, its ‘My Body My Choice’ and 13 years escorting full time has brought us both A TON OF benefits with very little downside. I should probably rephrase that, by saying ‘its done us more FAVOURS’. Neither of us have ever resorted to putting our hand out to the state; as for myself I’d rather DIE than do that. ‘You never know!’ I hear some of you cry! I do know though. And that’s not me being arrogant, I’d live under a plastic sheet in the woods if I had to. It’s probably another clue as to why me (& Minx) thrive at the ‘oldest profession’. We’re both resolutely independent, strong people who won’t be told… preferring to find things out for ourselves and to make our own way in the World. ‘Turning up on a Monday’ with a lanyard round our neck to work thirty odd hours a week for some faceless asshole isn’t in our DNA. Nor is extended family or grandchildren. Different strokes for different folks I know. Just like sex!
Client number two we’ll call Dave. We see quite a few farmers and Dave’s one of ’em. Their way of life, never easy, is under constant threat, and never more so than now, under UK Labour. Yet again, it seems they’ve done a U-turn, this time on the farm inheritance tax, but only after extensive lobbying & a few suicides. Yep, some took their own lives, seeing no viable future, replicated in all manner of businesses right across #BrokenBritain. I/we continue to work night & day on self improvement against all odds, and a possible EXIT, joining a quarter of a million other’s who’ve done just that…upped and left. For good. There are signs 2026 may be a watershed, particularly in Australia and Canada, with France Germany & the UK following. It’s not a time to bury your head in the sand saying ‘what you think won’t make a difference’. It’s time to fight back before its too late and your ‘freedom’ becomes a distant memory. Interestingly, a potential client reached out to us yesterday by direct message on Twitter. He wished us the best for 2026, & pledged to book us sooner rather than later. Looking at the feed, I noted his last message sent December 2024. I’d told him then to hurry up because the time was coming when freedom would be lost and escort appointments would be a whole lot more difficult to arrange; we’re not there yet, but we’re a good way down the road. If you’ve not noticed or think I’m a doom merchant then please #WakeUp. Alongside escorting, working in the crypto space for 4 years full time with an interest since 2017, specifically Bitcoin, means I’ve learnt a lot. Bitcoin forces you to educate yourself, in tech, in economics and politics, the ways of the Fed, the BofE, the bond markets, macro environments the list goes on. As someone fiercely political it’s not been a chore, but an awakening. I’ve got answers to many questions as to the why and wherefores of past failures, none of them of my own making directly. Anybody who’s studied at depth knows the more you work at it the easier it becomes, you start working things out for yourself, not needing a hand to guide you. The same’s happened with Web Development; you’ll have noted…I’m spinning a few plates & long may it continue.
Dave checked in with us about an hour prior to say he was feeling nervous, and running a bit late. Funny that, how guys get nervous, even when they’ve been before. Adrenaline rush I guess. He must have picked up speed because ten minutes before the appointed time there was a knock on the door. I scrambled down the stairs to let him in….nothing worse than a shifty looking punter stood waiting at the door because you can GUARANTEE one of the neighbour’s will come out to Hoover their car, walk the dog whatever. We DO kinda keep things discreet.
Ushering him in & along the dark alleyway leading to reception, I remembered him once I saw him, tall, bearded, lithe, cheery. Minx takes notes, so I HAD been briefed beforehand, nevertheless I was still taken aback by what happened next. What began as an upbeat & courteous ‘Hello again!’ swiftly melted into a cascade of compliments the moment his eyes met Minx, her presence alone transforming mere greetings into heartfelt admiration. Her sunny disposition not to mention the close fitting black velvet dress worked in unison, screaming ‘ALLURE’ from every inch of her figure. Her big breasts looked amazing, lily white & contrasting well with the black material. But there was more. Her extreme hourglass figure accentuated by the tight velvet hinted at the chaos within… because for today’s tryst she’d chosen a substantial black lace girdle-style suspender, the kind that harks back to old Hollywood vixens. Its wide, unyielding elastic band hugged her curves with possessive intent, the delicate floral lace overlay teasing just enough skin to ignite imaginations. From each hip, two thick elastic suspender straps per side stretched taut like silken reins, their sturdy metal clips biting into sheer black stockings with a grip that said I’m not playing games. From that moment, the meeting wasn’t about agendas; it was about surrender. I hadn’t seen the belt up until now. She’d been struggling over the Christmas period with some kind of bug, and for the past three days been laid up in bed unwell. Today she felt more alive; the booking was looked forward to, it promised light relief, & it would pay bills; it’s the way we choose to make our living. She knew the girdle would empower her. I’d forgotten about it ever existing, so I too was ‘smitten’.
The subject of girdles is worthy of discussion itself. There’s often confusion over what exactly constitutes a girdle, garter belt or just plain suspender belt.
Garter belt (also called suspender belt in British English) is a lightweight, often sexy lingerie piece worn around the waist or hips. It’s basically a band of fabric (lace, satin, mesh) with 4–6 (or more) adjustable straps (suspenders/garters) that clip onto the tops of stockings to hold them up. Primary purpose: functional for stockings, but today it’s mostly about the allure—no shaping involved.
Girdle (specifically an open-bottom girdle or girdle with suspenders): A firmer shapewear garment from the mid-20th century (think 1940s–1960s vintage). It provides control and shaping for the tummy, hips, and sometimes thighs, with built-in garters/suspenders to hold up stockings. It’s more structured (often with boning or strong elastic) and combines body shaping with stocking support.
What’s interesting is that ‘shapewear’s’ primary purpose’ (dating back at least as far as 2000BC) was to create an extreme hourglass figure; waist reduction was the goal, not because women were larger, but because ideals demanded it. In the early 1900’s a shift occurred, from longer corsets designed for compressing hips for slimmer lines, to the girdles we’re talking about here, focused on flattening/smoothing for what was known as ‘the flapper’ look. The flapper ideal was boyish and flat-chested/hipped—women bound breasts and used tighter girdles to compress, not enhance curves. Then, during the interwar/post war period (1930’s to 1950’s) girdles became essential for the curvy “New Look” (nipped waist, full hips/bust). They combined shaping with stocking support (built-in suspenders/garters). Pantyhose didn’t exist yet, so girdles held up nylons practically while controlling the figure. Women were slimmer, but ideals exaggerated curves.
Girdle use declined in the late 50’s & early 60’s when tights got invented… aka pantyhose (a word I can’t stand) popularized with miniskirts in the 1960s: no need for girdles/suspenders. By 1970, pantyhose outsold stockings; girdles faded as feminism rejected restriction and youth culture embraced natural bodies. So now you know!
The Minx has an extreme hour glass figure but it’s as the good Lord made it, not one forced by fashion. The girdle sharpens it up and Dave & I were the lucky fella’s destined to ‘explore’. And EXPLORE we did! Hands everywhere, lotsa kissing, things got pretty dang hot, and we’d only been reunited ten minutes! I focused on her pussy…. Dave wasn’t as forward-some, and rightly so I guess; there was still a modicum of decorum, but he was like a kid in a sweetshop, gently fondling her, whispering in her ear, necking, showering her with compliments etc. As for me, Id assumed she’d be wearing knickers, but instead I could feel her bare flesh; it was warm and to my surprise hairy… because she’d been unwell it hadn’t been trimmed lately. It excited me, arousing me to the point of ‘stirrings’ down below. The bar gets raised higher & higher over time if you’re an escort…what turned you on instantly as a teenager doesn’t work anymore… it takes time to build, from multiple sources. Dave was obviously hard, a visible bulge evident in his jeans. You have to put yourself in other’s shoes don’t you…imagine someone like him, in a sex starved marriage, making do getting off on porn and fantasies, then this happens…. whereas I’m ‘at it’ most days. So for me, it was a combination of the taut black lace of Minx’s girdle, the course hairs I could feel on her pussy, and the scene in general: three highly sexed and presentable people let loose on one another with an expectation of no-holes-barred fun.
He kept telling me I was a lucky man, and kept asking me how it was I could ‘share’ her with other men? I didn’t answer…. instead I drew us all closer together, drowning conversation while slipping off my own jeans. ‘Let’s go up’ commanded the Minx.
“Ooooph! The view,” he murmured, eyes fixed as she led the way up the stairs.
We have programmable floor lights which we sometimes switch to pink & blue to reflect bi curiosity, however, Minx’s notes from previous meets with Dave indicated ‘intimate’ and ‘steamy’ so today they were set to RED. Embracing again, Dave fought to shed his clothes, revealing a modest but erect cock with balls ‘still in his body’. Confused? Don’t be… all cocks are NOT-THE-SAME not by any stretch of the imagination ha! Remember when you were 14 or something like that, and all of a sudden you went through a week where your balls dropped and your voice broke? Sometimes it all happened in a single DAY. In my class we had a bully, well several actually, but one stood out. Six foot tall at the age of 12, a boy in a mans body & fully ‘capable’; father was a squadron leader; he would be wouldn’t he UGHHHHHHH. But I digress. Some men’s balls are up there in their lower body, and when they relax they kinda come to the fore…. everybody’s different. Minx got to stroking him…‘OMG she shrieked, you’re precumming ALREADY!!!!!’ ‘Afraid so’ ventured Dave. She reached for a flannel, wiping him down, in preparation for taking him orally. Sprawled on the bondage bed she looked every inch a porn star; 5 inch high heels in glittery animal print, the black seamed stockings suspended by thick elastic straps secured with heavy brass clips, the velvet dress hitched up her midriff but not too far, so we could still see her tits, one spilling out as she beckoned him closer, then taking him in her mouth. While she fellated him, he handled me…‘PHEWWWW such a great cock….’ repeating over and over. He wanked me as if it was his own; I have to say ‘the great cock’ in this blogpost belonged to Gary a few days before…nine inches proud, putting my 6.75 to shame but it is what it is.
I’ve mentioned in blogposts before, there comes a point in every meeting where you get momentum…and this day it had gained pretty quick. You could feel the heat, the passion, the lust. Even after nearly twenty years with Minx I still adore her. Full stop. And I wanted her badly. Like NOW this minute. Rolling her over, to expose her thighs and ass still held in check by the girdle, Dave & I licked her; Forcing my tongue deep in her pussy he concentrated on her ass. Swapping places I continued licking her while he offered his cock; it came perilously close to penetrating her but I steered it clear, sucking on his shaft, the full length; it turned him on and he started to surge back and forth but I didn’t allow him freedom of movement for long. Switching back to Minx’s pussy I alternated between the two of them for quite a while, before desire finally got the better of me. Mounting Minx missionary style, we fucked for a full 15 minutes, non stop, during which time Dave got sucked by one or both of us, before moving behind us to get close-up cuckold style… it felt amazing. Minx was getting smothered, so we shifted once more. Now she was across the bondage bed, ass in the air, going down on Dave as I ‘maneuvered’
‘No!!! Wrong hole’ she reprimanded…
‘Can’t help it love, sorry’ before adding ‘you make everywhere feel like the right place’.
Penetrating her fully, I reached above for the bar across the bondage bed. I was playing with fire, why? Well to be fair, I have a habit of working the frame to my advantage like a monkey according to Minx (I’m not from Hartlepool). It enables me to get into all sorts of favorable positions for good old fashioned F_CKING… perfectly horizontal sometimes meaning I can get right in, balls deep, DELICIOUS and the best part? I can say to Dave ‘take a look’; one wall has full length mirrors, the whole set turns into a live PSE (porn star experience) and there’s absolutely no acting or posing, it’s all NATURAL. The downside is number 1, much as we’d love to, we can’t film it because of discretion/anonymity constraints, and number 2, I had a double hernia op a year ago, and the stretching tests the surgery! I only remember a couple of days after when it’s sore, but as time passes it diminishes. Boring I know, but wouldn’t you think healing would be done in just a matter of weeks, not MONTHS? #workinprogress.
Looking in those mirrors, even I HAVE TO PINCH MYSELF SOMETIMES! And a little voice says inside ‘lucky man indeed, enjoy, and savour’. Deep breath…
I’m gonna stop here. Suffice to say the tryst built more; She came. I came. And Dave? Well he peaked too soon and lost it, but as I alluded earlier, neither Minx or I take no for an answer. Knuckling down we got him hard again and the next thing he was saying…‘Hmmm, it’s happening!‘ followed 5 minutes later with ‘It’s gonna be a BIG ONE’. The rest as they say ‘is history’. #JobDone
Most importantly, he’ll be back one day, of that I’m sure. The same might not be true for Gary though. While warming down he confessed he was worried. He told us it was the last time he’d see us. Why? Because he feared it had become an addiction. Gary has a great sex life with his wife apparently, but it’s still not enough, so he plays away. Changes at his workplace are going to make that more difficult in the future. He told us that ‘you only have to forget one small step’ in your trail of deception and the World can come tumbling down very fast’ and he didn’t want that for his other half who’d experienced something similar in the past. Gary talked about seeing a counsellor. We’ve heard ALL those things before, so with him its a case of wait n see.
I told you at the beginning, these two meets sparked debate between ourselves. What had we done different? How were the meets so ‘full on’? The truth is we’d done NOTHING DIFFERENT. It all came about naturally. And that my friends, in a world shaped by perception rather than reality, is PRETTY RARE INDEED. Who’s next?
* MFM threesome: Both meets were more MFM than MMF in that the focus was on Minx. That’s not to say the men didn’t play with each other too…they did, quite naturally. That’s the thing with threesomes… there’s a world of difference between an alpha male calling the shots & a considerate sex positive player. For more info on the difference between MFM & MMF scroll down THIS PAGE