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New At Nuts4chic - The Story Of Justin, A Male Escort

I have interviewed a friend from MySpace, who had worked as a male escort. Ever want to know more about men who are paid to please women, especially rich women? Read about Justin!

The Story of Justin - A Male Escort

Here is the article, for the Digg and Propeller folks!

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One of the first articles I ever wrote for nuts4chic was about a courtesan named Emma.

I had wondered since writing that article how many male escorts there were out there. I knew that male escorts were not nearly as common as women working in the field.

Just by luck, I managed to find one! He was eager to talk to me.

I'll call him Justin to protect his privacy. He started as a part-time male escort in 1974 in New York City. He was married at the time, and somehow managed to keep his moonlighting a secret from his wife. One of his criteria for being a male escort was that his clientele had to be rich. He wasn't disappointed.

One night Justin was at a big party in Manhattan where scouts from one of the agencies happened to be. They noticed that a lot of women at the party had the hots for him, so they pitched the male escort idea to him. The money was very good. The company had to meet his criteria for working, and things were set. Justin had the power to approve or reject each woman after studying her background. His fee was $1,000 per hour, and most of his "dates" were an hour long.

His first "date" was with a lovely woman at a fancy French restaurant. He was a little nervous because she was very horny and kept touching him under the table with her hands and stockinged feet. At one point she laughed and said a little too loudly, "Are you a virgin?" People's heads turned. She was a little drunk and insisted on ordering for him. She also tried to get him drunk but didn't succeed. He kept his cool throughout his first "date". He overheard someone at another table say, "He must be another one of those gigolos". Her chauffer drove them to a swanky hotel. They didn't have sex because she passed out, which was okay with him.

Once Justin ran into friends while on a "date". They realized what he was doing, and they were going to tell his wife until he paid them off.

The women who hired escorts wanted what men who hire courtesans wanted – romance and attention. Many were unhappy in their sex lives. Some were just happy to have someone to talk to.

Today, Justin would not be a male escort if he could do it again. It's too risky, with the threat of STDs and getting busted by his wife.

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I have more interview material from Justin that I'd like to include in another, longer article. Once that one is written and published, I'll post here about it.

The Face - The Fall Of Eliot Spitzer

I've reported on something I've called "The Face" in older posts on my old blog. Everyone by now has read about Eliot Spitzer, the dogged former attorney general and current governor of New York and his prostitute scandal. Spitzer was well-known for being a tough law-and-order prosecutor when AG, especially when he busted at least one prostitution ring. According to Susie Bright, who has been following the story, "only a few years ago, in 2004, Spitzer spoke "with revulsion" after announcing his arrest of eighteen people who ran an escort business out of Staten Island. [...] This was a sophisticated and lucrative operation with a multi-tiered management structure," Mr. Spitzer sputtered at the time. "€œIt was, however, nothing more than a prostitution ring."" Yes, this same Spitzer who was repulsed by an escort business has hired one himself.

Funny how things turn out.

Below is a photograph of him admitting that he had spent thousands of dollars and time on a high-priced hooker named Kristen. Notice that expression. I've seen in very often in (mostly) men who get caught doing something wrong. This "Face" is not regret or a way of apologizing for past wrongs. It means, "Shitdamn, I got caught!"

Here is a "Face" photo of Spitzer with his wife by his side, doing her best impression of the hang-dog, humiliated spouse who Stands By Her Man.

Here are some other politicos wearing "The Face":

This face could be nothing more than photographers taking advantage of men caught with their pants down, so to speak, but I've seen it so often that I think it bears notice. I don't expect to see it disappear any time soon.

A Day Spent Writing Erotica

I know that I have been neglecting this blog. The reason is that I have been getting used to a new sex writing gig. I'm starting to finally feel comfortable with it enough to update my blog now.

What is it like to be a sex writer? When I tell people around me that I am a sex writer, I end up in the most amusing and friendly conversations. My husband and I met a lawyer a few months ago, and he asked what we did for a living. When I told him what I did, the man's interest piqued. I wonder if he had considered what a three-way would be like with me and my husband. Sometimes people assume that I am sex on wheels because I write about it all the time. While I do have a high sex drive, I don't think about sex 24/7. Even though I write about it. Even though I spent a couple of hours today working on a sex scene. I won't say that it gets boring but it does get comfortable. I like exploring my sexuality through my writing.

We don't have a car anymore because my husband totaled our car about a year ago. It wasn't his fault. There was an unmarked manhole cover sticking out of the road, and both of us didn't see it until he drove over it. We can't afford to buy a new one, but we really don't need it. The bus gets us to the grocery store and the ever-important Blockbuster. I must have my movie rentals! Gas prices are so ridiculously high that the bus ends up being a much cheaper way of getting around. I work at home and my husband's job is close enough so that he can bike to work. The local police station has a bike auction every spring, so we're going to find a bike short enough so that I can use it. Most bikes I've seen are just too tall for me. They hurt my knees when I stand with them between my legs. So, I need a very low-riding bike.

The bus driver gets a major kick out of my sex writing. I tell her about my latest articles about sex toys and sex in general, and she ends up with a great big smile on her face. I'm probably the only sex writer she knows. I expect news of this to get around fast, because we live in a small town. There isn't even a traffic light here, that's how small the town is.

I finished a novella today, but it's not ready to go out yet. I'm going to let it sit for a few days, and then give it the final once-over. From there, I'll decide where to send it. I have several options. I also need to get my contract to Dark Eden Press. I want to get working on my short story for Dark Eden because the quicker I work on it, the sooner it gets released, and the more money I make.

I have enough writing gigs now to keep me very busy. I don't need to add more. There is one that I am considering anyway, because what is being offered me is very good. I think I will accept it.

New At Nuts4chic - Spicing Up Your Sex Life

Is your sex life the same old, same old, humping in the bedroom?

Get out of bed! Take your love life on a trip. What's more exciting than almost getting caught?

MY latest article at Nuts4chic is about putting some spice back in your sex life by changing the location.

I talk about my time at a state park when we were caught by a cop. Others tell about their fun exploits, such as in a deer stand, of all places. Want some ideas other than the kitchen table and in your bathtub? Read my article!

I'm Blogging Today At The Midnight Seductions Blog

Head on over to the Midnight Seductions blog and read what I have to say about blow jobs. I talk about my blow job article for Nuts4chic, and I mention pending fiction due to be published.

I'm At The Fallen Angel Review Chat Today

Come chat with me and other Midnight Seductions authors at the Fallen Angel Review chat. I'll be there until mid-afternoon. This weekend I don't do much except maybe work on some erotic fiction. Read some excerpts from some of my stories at the FAR chat!

Head On Over To The Midnight Seductions Blog!

There are some great posts over at the Midnight Seductions Blog, including a post about porn, one with a lovely poem by Tess MacKall, one about romance cliches, and other great posts. Leave comments!

This Week's Sugasm!

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them…

This Week’s Picks
Why I like sex blogs
“A few have changed the way I think about certain issues.”

A Date With Murphy
“No. NO! This is not fucking happening.”

Lust and Sassiness
“Some of the flames that your feistiness stoke within me lack subtlety, lack grace, lack restraint.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
The Writer Strike

Editor’s Choice
An After The Date Love Letter

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Caught (pt 1)
Hot Screeching Excerpt - The Red Light Horror
Nocturne
Oh…Face
Showtime
Soccer Moms Get Hot Too!
To sleep, perchance to dream
What are you waiting for?!
When the Moon turns Russian Red.
Where No One Can Hear You Scream…

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Catalina loves an HNT of Me (Photo by Altered Aperture)
Dahlia and Adriana Sage Bound
Don Quixote’s Package
Fetish Model Anastasia Pierce In A Latex Nurse Outfit.
Half-Nekkid Thursday: What’s Cookin’ in the Kitchen
Lela Star & Cali Logan
Meet my new friend, Satine Phoenix
Pornsaint Anna the Nerd
A Quick Simple Caning

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
G-Spot: Real or Myth?
LA KinkBall Fetish Weekend
Mz. Berlin Finishes Slave Training With Forced Orgasms, And A MMF Threesome
Of Gracie & Mia & “John & Mary”
Palm Harness

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
A Matter of Intent
“Are you ready to have your pussy rocked?”
Fuck this Consumerist Bullshit
Kangaroo Feminist
Swiss porn misses its peak
Top ten G-spot frisky fun facts

Sex Advice
Ask Miss Bliss: Why won’t she meet me for a date?
Ask The Jersey Girls
How to do it doggy…with style!

BDSM & Fetish
Admitted Cuckoldress
Bad connection
Public display…
Queening Stools : build or buy?
You get what you need

Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Hot Screeching Excerpt - Things That Go Hump In The Night

EXCERPT - THINGS THAT GO HUMP
IN THE NIGHT
Short Story
Appeared in Scarlet Magazine in 2007
Genre: Paranormal Comedic Romance
Type: F/F
Heat Rating: Hot

Once in her room, she plopped her suitcase on the bed. As she pulled her shampoo and conditioner out of her suitcase, she felt the room suddenly become very cold. Her hair on her neck stood on end.

She felt as if she was being watched.

She shook off the feeling. She was being ridiculous. She walked to the bathroom, and set the shampoo and conditioner next to the tub. She returned to the bed. The chill had left, but that feeling of being watched remained. She felt very nervous.

"What are you doing in my room?"

Dana whirled around. The voice sounded young, like a woman barely out of her twenties. Her voice sounded like chimes singing in the wind. The woman who spoke had a lilt to her voice, as if she was playing a practical joke.

Dana looked around. She was alone in the room. Her heart pounded in her throat. She fought an urge to bolt from the room and run downstairs to surround herself with living, breathing people.

"Do you always barge into other people's rooms?"

There it was again – that disembodied voice. Dana swallowed hard, and cleared her throat.

"Who are you?"

Silence.

She stood at the foot of the bed, frozen. Her teeth started to chatter. She clenched her jaw to make them stop. She leaned over her suitcase to remove her clothes.

"I'd might as well have a little fun." The woman giggled. Dana felt a sharp pain on her right bum cheek. She jumped so quickly that she fell face-up across the bed.

Someone had spanked her!

"Who are you?? And don't touch me!!" Dana's voice sounded so strained she croaked.

"I'll touch you as much as I like. You look like you need it. I can show you a good time."

Dana tried to sit up, but a sudden pressure on her shoulders shoved her back down on the bed. She smelled oranges and lemons like a cloud around her head. Someone was on top of her. Someone she could not see.

"Leave me alone! Who are you?" Dana cried.

"Okay, let's hear it," The woman said. "Who is he?"

"Who is who?"

"The man you're mad at. C'mon. No woman comes to an Inn by herself with two unopened bottles of wine unless she has man trouble."

"It's none of your business."

"I'll make it my business. You need to have some fun. I'm here to give it to you."

She felt small and surprisingly strong hands grab her by the arms. The woman flipped her over on her stomach. Those strong fingers kneaded the taut flesh of her bum. Dana gasped. She was embarrassed to realize that she was aroused. The woman gave her a playful slap on one bum cheek. It stung, but it was not
unpleasant. Dana creamed her panties.