I Blame Social Media

Twitter, this is your fault! Look at the mess we have now! What mess an I referring to? I know there are so many to chose from. But this particular one, involves the CIA! Yes, that mess. Why? You ask? Am I the only one who thinks it odd that the CIA has suddenly become accessible? They are actually cracking jokes in public and on a social platform! Orwell, would have an aneurysm.

I don’t know about you, but I personally like my nation’s clandestine organizations to remain well, you know, clandestine? lurking in the background, up to no good and other skulduggery. Snippets of vague mentions in newspapers, or hushed conversations, conspiracy theories. It is the social order of things, it is the status quo. But, but, but this OPENNESS, from a secret international organisation! Obviously this must be some not so secret information gathering exercise. If Mossad and MI6 start tweeting, I am deleting my twitter account and moving into the forest! With a generator for my Nespresso machine. Let’s not get completely ridiculous about this now. 😉

Well, that is me fucked!

Sweet divine mother of Jesus, I have had the stuffings shagged out of me! I have never worked in a country where men are this good looking and can fuck like experts. I mean seriously. My pussy is sore, not from rough treatment, but from climaxing so damn much. I have never in my entire working life had this many orgasms! It is getting to the point of, “not again!” is the battle cry as I climax yet again under the deft expert attention being paid to my bits; by yet another hot horny hunky Norwegian man. Hell, even the short fat ugly ones are fucking sex gods. Lord have his mercy, I think I can safely say I am shagged out! I have had my reserve tank of sexual wantoness tapped. Didn’t think it could happen, but there you go.

Then there is the personal dick. These are the ones I shag for fun. Yes, even with all the sex I am getting from work dick I will order in personal cock for some fun and games. The difference is the mind set. I can turn off Violette-watching-your-ass-incase-the-client-does-something-stupid-mode, and relax. And lord have his mercy, these boys are just talented. I have had three encounters with three luscious hunks, and all three have exceeded this pro girls expectations of what the average civie man has to offer. Civie men can, unfortunately be less than interesting in bed, sorry lads, but some are lacking in so many areas. Technique doesn’t begin to enter the question, you have to get past looks, fitness or the lack of, experience, and a host of other issues. So to encounter three different men with techniques, I can attest to being well above par, in the space of a long weekend. Is in my estimation a minor miracle. Yes, I shagged them over to 3-day weekend in between working! Hey, what can I say, I can juggle like no other.

So, I will lament my lovely Vikings, and hurry back to the arms of Thor and his cohorts as soon as I am back from vacation. Hell, I need the rest!

I Am Getting Old

Seriously, I have just had a gala weekend most WGs would give their eye teeth to have. I mean I did Belle Du Jour proud. Starting with the taking of a long and through bath, shaving, waxing manicuring, pedicuring, hair curling, and a deft application of make up that rendered my skin flawless. It took about an hour and a half to apply it just right, checking it from different angles. If I do say so myself, it was magnificent. Urban Decay-Glinda limited eye shadow palette for those curious.

The dress was Valentino, the shoes Louboutins, the bag McQueen, the accessories were blinging as should warrant the opening of a grand hotel in London. The champagne flowed, as it should at these things, I was chatted up by several rather famous and infamous people. I was in my element, holding court. This was Violette at the top of her game. I am now down to a dress size 36-38! And have been training with a new personal trainer that makes satan look fluffy, but that boy has snapped me into shape in 12 weeks. He was worth every penny. Yes at 6 ft tall I am now a size 36-38! So I am thin, tall, and fit as fuck, as the boys in Liverpool are known to chant as a mantra when they visit me. Even clients who saw me two months ago, have said when seeing me now. Bloody hell woman, you have one figure on you. The ego is boosted. I should be feeling beautiful, fine, and ready to take on the world? Right?

Then why am I so fucking bored with it all? Seriously, have I become so jaded, that gala events with international famous people, now leave me yawning and desperate for a pair of pink fuzzy slippers? Or is it that I am getting old? I just don’t understand the sudden dissatisfaction with the status quo. Mind you I am loving the new fit and toned bod. No carbs pass my lips now, nor sugar, occasionally a bit of fruit, but that is about once a week. So, my muscle mass is lean, my ass is still perky(after the deep squats, that bastard of a personal trainer makes me do.), but hey I will always have that. The rest of me is trim, toned and tidy.

I think my overall problem is that I have actually been working too damn hard! Thus the dissatisfaction with the current situation. Another reason why I am not really touring in Ireland anymore. Way too much like hard work. Seriously, the fun is gone, it is too much stress, for too little gain. Thus the new trimmer, leaner, meaner, and seriously higher priced Violette. I am over renting myself out by the hour. It is gruelling. But when the money was brilliant, I was up for it all. Now with clients calling and bargaining! No thank you, I will take myself off to other climes more suitable to my temperament, and bank balance.

Today’s misuse of a cosmetic product.

This wonderful product is called Sexy Mother Pucker Lip Plump. It is absolutely brilliant at doing just what it says on the box. Plumping your lips to extremes. Now I already have full lovely lips, but having seen the product in the store, couldn’t resist buying it due to the name. So when ever I want those just kissed lips look. I pop this stuff on.

Where the misuse comes in. Client of mine is in to figging, and since acquiring the ginger root on short notice was out of the question, I instead carved a carrot in the appropriate shape, smeared it with Sexy Mother Pucker, and away I went.

He was over the moon, and I now carry 2 tubes of this wonderful product, it seems it has uses at both ends.

As you were.

Beauty Tip of the Day

I love Urban Decay make-up, the color palettes are fantastic, and the whole naughty girl attitude to make up makes the line fun. But the one item of theirs I love is the eye shadow primer. It helps your eye shadow stay on and last long.

But I have discovered another use for this primer. I use the ‘nude’ as a lip primer as well. It works brilliantly give my lip gloss presence. Because my lips are brown anything other that a highly pigmented or highly frosted lip gloss gets absorbed or loses its color when on my lips.

So ladies to make those lips pout and pop, try the eye shadow primer potion on your lips. I know it sounds crazy but it works like a charm.

My First Podcast!

I was visiting a client in Belgium this weekend and after a few drinks I decided to interview him, so please check out my first podcast!  I hope to make this a regular feature. Hope you like it.

My Podcast

Kisses Violette

The Casual Observations of an Escort.

My name is Violette, I am an international escort, I often tour around to different countries plying my trade and hopefully bringing a bit of joy to some lives. Along the way, one can’t help but notice things about places and people.

For instance, in Holland, they all ride bikes, soft drugs are legal, prostitution is also legal, but the cost is quite low. Ireland, drinking is a national past time, and sport, every town has a church named after St. Patrick, and the accents can vary from neighborhood to neighborhood, let alone from town to town. France, the food, the fashion, and the form-the French love form for its own sake, which makes for fantastic shop windows, but interesting politics. Italy, food, mama, food, architecture, art, food, fashion, and food. I love the Italians, they are fantastic to watch arguing. England, the upper lip isn’t the only thing that is stiff with this bunch.
But just as the food, language, and styles are different so is their approach to escorting.

The Dutch, past masters at organizing and middlemanship, have managed to remove all the forbidden fruit aspect to the whole thing and turned it into a business. Right down to having an information center where ladies can go and get questions answered to various and sundry queries. Making it legal, so they can tax the hell out of it. Fantastic I just love this approach, it is rather refreshing to say the least.

The Irish, this is a mixed brew, I have lately been spending a large amout of time here, and so far this is one of the few groups who have managed to be accepting and conflicted about the whole idea all at once. There are websites dedicated to allowing the ladies and gentlemen to come together and interact rather openly. Then there will be documentries condeming the practice and highlighting how sad and desperate the women are(utter nonsense), and how enslaved the men are(also utter bollocks). Not to mention the polices’ (called Garda) reaction, it is illegal, but an independent lady can file a complaint, just as long as she is independent. Right! There are some seriously conflicted inner working happening in Ireland. But with that said, they are a delightfully funny people, full of fun.

The French, a complicated lot, but when it comes to the subject of sex, and especially forbidden sex, oh dear how they have managed to make being naughty so much fun. As long as you dress it up in a package other that what it is, and add that glamourous hint of fashion to it, it is amazing with what you can get away with. Glamour and a serious attention to artifice is called for.

The Italians, lots of frustration and conflicts here, which leads to the very Macho attitude I have encountered. Let’s say they excel way more at food.

The English, where does one begin, a wide spectrum of attitudes here, anything from ‘who cares’ to NIMBYism. Some frustration, but when you encounter one that is well balanced and into what they want, it is rather a refreshing thing to find.

But these general personal observations are about the men, I am encountering in my various travels, which got me thinking about the other half of the equation-the women. Some of my clients are in relationships and some are not, I will often ask if they are married or not, just for curiosity; but after awhile a pattern started to emerge. I started to notice when given the slightest opportunity, gentlemen will open up and start to talk about the relationship they are in, and the sex they are not having. Not to put too fine a point on things, but I wouldn’t use some of my clients name in the same sentence with Cassonova! But that being said, the general compliant is that the lady wife tends to like the usual routine of missionary. But when given the options, of doggy, cowgirl, ballerina(that is being a bit more acrobatic), or missionary, 8 our of 10 will choose the missionary! Now I have to ask the question, is it the lady or the man who prefers this position? Chicken or Egg?