To the Andaz hotel (REN toiletries) to visit L, he’s the American businessman who enjoys dressing up, so, what shall I expect him to be wearing this evening when he opens the door?
Oh dear, poor L's meeting ran late, thus he’d no time to arrange for his make-up artist to firstly pay him a visit. Fortunately, he did have a few pieces of lingerie to wear, those which he’d asked me to bring over from my little dressing-up box; heels; knickers; bra and stockings.
And of course he had his laptop, on which he enjoys watching Transsexual porn, www.xhamster.com being one of the better free sites: does anyone buy porn magazines these days, apart from contact magazines? I’ve never done a porn movie or photo-shoot, though I’ve had my share of offers over the years.
When the day comes for me to hang up my stockings, that’s it, I’ll be happy to remain a nice warm memory in the minds of those whom I've entertained.
L was particularly talkative this evening, usually a man of few words he asked me to tell him stories of my boudoir encounters over the last month, ‘Hmmm…let me see now…well there’s…’
After we were all finished L changed back into male clothes and returned to his computer, present distraction over, he was able to apply himself to the less carnal work in hand.
It was still early evening and I had a hunger: I popped along to my local seafood restaurant, Smiths in Wapping High Street, succulent food and for the quality, methinks not too eye wateringly expensive. Oh…and they've a wonderful view over the River Thames and Tower Bridge: recommended.
What I’m reading in bed…
The Miniaturist: Jessie Burton.