A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.

Bag of Tricks

Overnight Checklist (current)
1. Christian Louboutin shoes in black and nude colors
2. Lingerie from La Perla
3. Handcuffs
4. Blind Fold
5. MAC lipglass/Powder
6. 1 Ambien
7. Various assortment of birth control

I find how odd the content of my bag can be packed when the Misses is out of town and the mistress is in. More odd, it depends on the man I’m seeing.
The very first man I dated had a very strict checklist that almost took the fun out of fucking.

1st Man’s Checklist
1. Baby Pink and Black Lingerie only
2. Vibrator
3. Cigarettes
4. Ridding Crop
5. Massage Oil

The second man I was a courtesan to (and business partner to the first) was far more open to a variety in my bag-o-tricks. Creative freedom if you will. The only thing that was consistent was stamina. And bite marks on my inner thigh.

It seems the misses is out, the Mistress is in. All of us. The wives must travel with friends because there seems to be a little game called, "take your girls on the side out for dinner with fellow male friends and their mistresses.' They practicly finger fuck us at the table. Then some nights, we all go to one's house while the men smoke their cigars and drink and we girls play together. Hey, no one said we didnt work hard for our money.

Sometimes I question what I do.
Then i realise it wouldn't matter what i did.
I 'd always wonder a different life.

Courtesan-the Italian word "cortigiana", feminine of "cortigiano" (courtier) came to refer to "the ruler's mistress", and then to a well-educated and independent woman of free morals, eventually a trained artisan of dance and singing, especially one associated with wealthy, powerful, or upper-class men who provided luxuries and status in exchange for companionship.



The first time I knew I wanted to be a Courtesan was in my French Renaissance class in college. It seemed so exciting, I had never heard of such things. Really, people in the class were not very excited about how much I like talking about it. One girl narrowed her eyes and said they were simply whores like girls in music videos and groupies. Whores? They were smart, classy, sophisticated, trained and talented; they were so beyond what women are today in that category.
The “Video Vixens’ of today (and yes I read the book) are no more then booty shaking, uneducated women, who drop it like its hot for a few seconds before they are dumped for a hotter girl. It doesn’t take much to catch a man’s attention. It takes seduction and allure to keep men when there are so many beautiful women.
Courtesan’s in popular culture is a bit offensive. Nicole Kidman played one in the disaster known as ‘Moulin Rouge,’ the TV series ‘Firefly (character named Inara Serra)’ was just as bad and there was Sophia Coppola’s ‘Marie Antoinette’ as the mean and nasty Madame du Barry. We are not mean and nasty, we aren’t wispy dyeing, unsexy redhead things.
I became, I suppose, an official Courtesan when I graduated college. Unable to find a job in my field and after a rather bad interview, I took myself out for a drink. Sitting in a low lit, hotel bar (they stay open late and never give you a limit since you can say you’re staying at the hotel). I was fumbling for a lighter for my cigarette to accompany my whiskey, when a strong hand tapped my shoulder with a lit match in front of my face. I purred thanks and inhaled looking at him. Handsome, older, fit, tall and slight accent. Checked shoes, Italian, watch was vintage Cartier, and of course a wedding ring. My stomach dropped a little, boys my age couldn’t do it for me like this man was about to.
After some small talk I suggested we go someplace else, with a slightly raised eyebrow, meaning upstairs. We were together for 3 years before I upgraded to his business partner. He had a new girl by the end of the week but he always tried to win me back.

Long weekend away. Party's can be exhausting, so tired of being asked
"sooooooo what doyoudooooo"
Only in America do i get asked this question, never any where else. At least not right away. I think its only so others can size you up, see if they can use you and then move on.
Bullshitters can recognize other bullshitters.

When people with money, who already don't work, whose everyday life is a vacation, really do go on a vacation, its exactly what you except it to be. Lot's of stuff, money, group sex, drugs, parties and dinners. When you date high profile men they love, adore, going out to dinner. Whether its to show you off or indulge in some old fashion gluttony, (or both), most night are picking out the 'right restaurant to go to with the right seat to be seen in." All very important, all very dull.
I am always hyper aware of what i eat for the simple reason i must always be in shape. So i try to simply grin and bear it.
Really, what i look forward to it the travel. I love, love to go away. I have a habit, no matter where i am, no matter what i do, I want to be somewhere, anywhere else. So when i am going, traveling, leaving, i feel slightly more calm. Slightly.
Now to unpack.

Meet the Mistress

When it comes to men, I’m on call 24/7, I must always be available other wise they look elsewhere. Men pay enough for it after all. I am a professional, a professional mistress that is.
Not to be confused with a call girl or trophy wife. A professional mistress has all the duties of a traditional girlfriend or wife but also that of a therapist, an ego boost, a good ear and most of all, a good fuck.
It isn’t easy; we don’t come cheap so I have to work to be considered worth the price. One must be well read, well educated, able to carry on conversations in multiple languages, have excellent taste and of course, be beautiful.
Some of the men I date are married or have a significant others, some I just don’t ask. They approach me, never the other way around, {a hunter would never want it’s prey to walk up and ask to be shot, the hunt it what makes the trophy worthwhile}. Do I feel guilty? Sometimes, most of the time their significant others have pool boys of their own. One of the most interesting vacations I’ve gone on have included both husband and wife bringing their play things along and we all played together.
People want to know where to meet these men, the crème de la crème of men. Its so simple, men of power go just where you think they do, steak houses, golf courses, high end bars and lounges. If you expect to meet the man of your dreams with a Bentley and a house in South Hampton it won’t be at Chilies.
I suppose this blog will be my confessional, a girl has to confess her secrets to someone.