Today a punter came to see me:

The unedited truth about a visit from a punter.

I was terrified. Shaking. Afraid I would dissapoint him. Afraid I would not be able to get back on the "horse again" so to speak. I had not seen a punter in over a week.

It took an hour for me to be able to remove my own clothes.

Did you know an SP can be shy?

Somedays I am cheeky and playful... but underneath it all I can be really shy too.

This gentleman is my hero for today...

Gently coaxing me out of my shell...not speaking much, yet every touch ever so gentle.

I thanked him when he left. I did not feel like I wanted to take his money.

He made me feel beautiful, treasured, cherished and appreciated.

I might never see him in the flesh again. He is etched in my memories forever.

Just a note from my diary.

C.

Your humbleness is so much more attractive than those blowing their own trumpet.

Beautiful post.
Well done to the gentleman.
I'm very happy for you you didn't strike an idiot on your vulnerable day