Back in Marketing Mode

I should rename this my "sexy marketing exec" outfit

I've been busy updating my site and resubmitting my ads and profiles on various sites recently. For so long I didn't bother with any online work; because I was only available for the occasional booking. I found that when I wanted to work, all I had to do was turn on my phone. Of course this wasn't just luck, nor is it that easy for anyone to get escort work, not if they wish to charge my rates. I was reaping the benefits of a hell of a lot of online marketing done when I first launched myself as an independent escort.

Eventually, however, there came a point when I wanted to work more frequently. So I started sorting out the news and updating the information on my site. I also attempted to get myself re-listed with various escort directories. I say "attempted" as this turned out to be a lot more effort than it was to be listed in the first instance. I couldn't just click to "submit a site" as most directories frown upon this. Especially when they've actively removed your profile in the first place. In my case my profile was removed when I performed a major site upgrade, only to find all my banner links had gone to pot. So I had to find a work-around to fix the banners on my site's front page. Then I had to contact the directory owners. Then I had to wait for a reply (and wait, and wait in a few cases.) Only after the owner had given me the go-ahead could I click to begin submitting a site to their directory.

Well I persevered and it was all starting to come together nicely. Then one of my all-time favourite clients sent a message, via my site, saying something along the lines of:

"Well done for finally updating your site. The written parts anyway. Now, when are you going to add some new photos?"

He's the most wonderful man, and someone I know has my best interests at heart. So when he sent an email with a strong message (put across ever so gently and reasonably) of "sort it out now," I knew I couldn't postpone new pictures another day.

So I'm delighted to announce I'm having a photo-shoot this coming Friday - 24th July and the new pictures should be on my site around the beginning of August. I must admit I'm starting to get quite excited. This is the first time I'm having my shoot with a professional photographer who doesn't specialise in working with escorts. Neither have they been recommended to me. It's just a studio whose work I fell in love with when I found them online. I suppose it's a bit of a risk, but I wanted something slightly different this time. I'm really hoping it'll pay off.

I did say I was trying to blog more regularly. But I do have an excuse for the gap between this post and my last one. One of the sites where I've posted an ad is Northern Punter. It's an off-shoot of the fabulous Punterlink escort directory. My ad on Punterlink is completely free and has been the best single source of traffic to my website after Google. Northern Punter has a facility for escorts to publish a blog directly on their site. With the website traffic from Punterlink in mind, I decided to publish the next blog post I'd written there, rather than here.

Starting to strip out of my marketing exec look

Unfortunately Northern Punter doesn't seem to have the same number of visitors as its parent directory yet. According to its statistics, not many people have seen my blog post, but please check it out here if you're interested.

My fetishes

First of all, yes, I know it's been a long time since my last post. A very, very, very long time in fact.
But I'm not going to bore you with excuses. I have other things I'd much rather write about. Delicious, sexy, tight-fitting items of exquisite beauty in satin and lace, which enhance the natural sexiness of my own.... OK, sorry, I'm getting carried away again. I've come to the conclusion that I've developed genuine fetishes for wearing two types of lingerie.

First is my fetish for wearing corsets. I've always had a bit of a thing for corsets, something you may remember if you were familiar with my blog or pictures in the past. However I've become far more au fait with high-end corsetry since I last posted on this blog.

Mainly thanks to articles on The Lingerie Addict, one of my favourite blogs, I now realise that what I thought of as a corset in the past had very little in common with a real corset at all. They may have resembled corsets, and possibly even smoothed and emphasised my waist to a degree (of course I'm far to British to point out it hardly needed it!) A real steel-boned corset, however, is a serious body modification garment. I'm obsessed with the hourglass silhouette they create on even a relatively slim figure such as my own. My first investment was an over-bust corset, and I've literally worn it every single day since it arrived. Not all day, every day, I hasten to add. That would be gross. I just pop it on for half an hour here and there. Then, as that inevitably leads to my pussy growing wet, I usually reach for my favourite toy to satisfy myself. See? I don't just like corsets, it's a genuine fetish.

A pretty poor selfie of my over-bust corset over a pencil skirt

A close-up view of my over-bust corset

My second fetish is for stockings. Any type really: stockings and suspenders, self supporting (more commonly known as hold ups,) lace top or plain top, seamed or non-seamed. It just depends upon the rest of my lingerie. The only type of hoisery I'm not keen on are t*ghts. These are sportswear in my opinion, as seen on ice skaters and ballet dancers.

It may surprise those who share my love of hoisery that I've not yet tried the fully fashioned or RHT non-stretch nylons. I just can't imagine they'd fit me very well. Plus they're so damn expensive. Lycra is a wonderful invention and I see no need to avoid it just for the sake of authenticity.

As for suspender belts, I prefer the six strap variety. I'm yet to try the eight strap ones but I'm pretty sure I'll be a fan. But as long as they have metal clasps, anything goes.

If you don't want me to wear stockings for an appointment, please specify this. Otherwise you can assume I'll be wearing them. If you wish me to wear t*ghts you'll have to provide them yourself!