Who are you?

If I had a dollar for every guy who has contacted me with a simple “Hi” and nothing else I would be a gazillionaire.  I already know from that message that he is not my kind of client.  I politely request a name and age before I let them know that I prefer men over the age of 45.  I tend to cop a little abuse when they understand that I do not want to see them.

There are so many sex workers out there that are far more suitable for these younger men.  Women that are far more attractive and just waiting to be contacted.  I have always preferred older men simply because they are mature, they have had experiences and their understanding of what they truely want to experience becomes a little more clear.

My favourite guests are genuinely interested in making a connection no matter how brief.  Obviously, I would not be in this profession if I weren’t financially rewarded, however, like you, I am also wanting to connect on an intimate level.

I block 70% of those who contact me simply because they do not fit the bill.  The men who think nothing of calling me at 3am with “Send address” are clearly not my guys.  The men who talk about wanting “two shots” really do not understand what I have to offer.  Who gives an actual shit if you come twice? How does that mean anything? It just doesn’t.

Recently I had to turn away a man with the biggest cock I have ever seen.  I was so grateful that he did mention if first so I had an opportunity to decide whether that was something I wanted to experience.  I thought it would be too painful so I declined.  Having a big dick is not the be all and end all of anything.

Want to impress me? Be manicured.  Your nose hairs especially.  Please.  Nothing is more off-putting than a man whose nose hairs touch my face before his lips.  Thank you. xx

 

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Payment. Please.

Recently, a valued client whom I had seen more than once visited for another experience.  Generally, I will welcome guests in with a hug before leading them to my ‘office’.  Once there I expect payment to be made before inviting my guest to shower.

I have never bothered to count money because I trust that whoever is sharing such an intimate experience is trustworthy.  I give myself willingly and the client pays for that privilege.  It is a straight forward transaction and while it might seem a tad distasteful to mention this I feel it necessary to remind guests of their responsibility.

Back to the event.

Wayne is pulled into a hug before we make our way to the bedroom.  Here is where he distracted me – on purpose.  Instead of doing the usual he was excited pushing me to the bed before climbing on top to kiss me.  It wasn’t usual and it did distract me.  He had his shower – the date continued as is usual.  It was a great experience.  Wayne left with a smile on his face.

Within a couple of minutes I realised he’d not paid so I just flicked a text his way asking him to return.  He didn’t.  Not everyone is glued to their phones and he was heading home so I sent my account details so he could simply make payment when he realised his mistake.

Day three I decided to give him a call to remind him but it was here that I realised I was blocked.  Blocked? Ok – well that could be that he is worried that I would make contact outside of the appointment.  Day four found me wondering if he’d done this on purpose and if I just have to accept responsibility for my part.

I spoke to a friend who has been in this business a lot longer who informed me that this is a tactic some men use simply to get one over on working girls.  Ugh.  Well.  I decided this was unacceptable.  I managed to get a message to Wayne reminding him that in New Zealand, if you don’t pay a sex worker, it can legally be considered rape — because consent was conditional. And no, I did not consent to having sex with him for free.

Within ten minutes Wayne had paid in full.  No apology.  Nothing.

Wayne is a poor representation of a man who is old enough to know better.  I had provided excellent service to a man who has more than enough money to pay his way but chose not to.  I will never see that man again.  Obviously.

Please do not be offended when I ask for payment before you take your shower.  xx

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Push. Pull.

I have learned so much about sexuality and intimacy during my time as a whore.  As some of you are aware, this is not my first rodeo – years ago I was working in Auckland,  Circumstances brought me back but this time I wanted to have more control over the outcome.  This is why I prefer men over 45 – I have discovered that most men are not fully ‘cooked’ until they hit their late forties.

Understanding my own sexual needs has been paramount in being able to provide them for my clients.  Staying present in this industry is always a challenge but I find older men just have more to offer.  It isn’t in the rushing, the cavorting, the prancing – it is in the slowness of the breath, the depth of the kiss, the ache of the desire.

There is a real energy between men and women that ought be explored more thoroughly – it might be the key to all of this.  This is really a follow on from my post about Female Fantasy.  This exploration between the push and pull has been on my mind a while now so let’s see if I can express those thoughts.  And lets not forget that I am no expert on anything but I do have a bit of experience I would like to share with my fellow travellers.

Doesn’t it make perfect sense that the male and female energy play off each other in such a way that it is just so fucking sexy? I don’t want to be the only one pushing or pulling – we take turns at that.  There is the masculine and feminine energy that both men and women possess right? We need to embrace when our lover wants to pull us into this energetic play … the yin and the yang.  Let me go look that up.  BRB

Key Aspects of Yin and Yang
Dualism and Opposites:
The concept is rooted in dualism, describing the interdependent opposites that comprise reality, such as:
Darkness (yin) and light (yang)
Femininity (yin) and masculinity (yang)
Earth (yin) and heaven (yang)
Passivity (yin) and activity (yang)
Complementary and Interdependent:
Yin and yang are not separate entities but are interconnected and interdependent, constantly changing and interacting. One is incomplete without the other.
The Symbol:
The iconic symbol depicts this relationship, with each half containing a small dot of the opposite color, symbolizing that even within one force, there exists a spark of the other.
Balance:
The goal is not the dominance of one over the other but a dynamic, rhythmic balance between them, which maintains harmony in individuals, society, and the universe.
Origins:
The term originated in ancient Chinese philosophy and is a fundamental concept in Taoism (Daoism).

Well there you go then – this is it in a nutshell! Jon Snow and I know nothing!

The dance is energy.  xx

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Kink.

Gladwrap

I never read the words I write after they hit the page. Sometimes it is as if I just need to expel the letters from my body so I can breathe again. Not that I have anything important to say – I find myself at times with words forming that need release.

I don’t know much about kink/s. Sure, I have had many a client want something from me that is out of the ordinary, at times I am perplexed and other times not at all surprised but I always remain respectful. I am not into kink/s but I know how to please a man who is.

I do get aroused when I can see a man truly excited just from what I am doing or saying or being – that is about the extent of it for me.  If I see him letting go and allowing pleasure, that is all I need to get turned on.

I reflected on this after a recent experience where a man wanted me laying on my bench top while he sat on a bar stool inserting different foods inside my pussy.  It was something he’d always wanted to try and it was an experience I was able to provide.  Did it turn me on? Nope.  But it wasn’t about me.  I have come to understand that this is not all about me.  haha

There are some kinks I don’t allow simply because I can actually dictate what goes on in my bedroom.

I do not like to be bombarded with dick pics, video of you shooting cum – that is really unacceptable to me – unless you pay for the pleasure.  I am a whore, after all.  But.  You will ask permission before sending anything.  Please.

Here is what I know about ‘kink’ – sometimes it is as simple as reliving that first sexual experience, that first time you found yourself aroused – that stays with us – forever.  Other times it might have started with a simple stroll down some rabbit hole that led to being super turned on.

I would just wish to warn those who keep on down that road that the longer you visit the more that particular kink will grab a hold of you until it becomes extreme.  And there really isn’t any fun in that!

There are times I like to be dominated and other times that I prefer to dominate but I know that I always return home to where it is safe and sexual intimacy is the target.

Pleasure is always the goal.  xx

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Female. Fantasy.

I was having a discussion with a man about this subject that made me think a little deeper about … everything.  He was trying to get across to me just how difficult it is to navigate female sexual energy.  On the one hand women have this rape fantasy (his words) and on the other hand they don’t want to be touched.

So let’s start with an admission that I’ve not been nominated to speak for anyone – I have just reached a few conclusions that I think might be worthy of consideration.  What I am going to convey here is nothing to do with forcing – anything.

Simon is happily married to the love of his life or at least he’d always thought that the case but over the years the sexual connection has dwindled to single digits in a 12month period.  Simon sleeps in a different bedroom.  The sex they have is always the same – over and done with – for another couple of months.  Passion has well and truly left the home.

In every other area of their lives they are the best of friends but the whole sex issue has pushed that to the limit.  There is only so much rejection we can take.  Right? How can he not feel rejected? Men make love.  Women make deals.  Men really do get the rough end of the stick when it comes to this relationship stuff.  Is it their fault? Nope.  Does it fall on their women? Nope.

God, you’ll think me mad when I reveal my next thoughts.  I am not.  I am sad that men and women have got it so fucking wrong.  I am on the outside looking in but I was once married and I didn’t want to have sex with my man either.  What’s that about? Well, let me tell you.

We are brought up thinking that men and women have defined roles in this world.  Men are the bread winners.  Women take care of their men.  We can argue the point but one just has to look at where we are … men and women both unhappy with their lot.  Right? Well.  I have a couple of things I would like to share …

Women want their men to be fucking men.  Oh, how about that line? Does that make you feel a certain way? Women want their man to push them up against the wall, fingers finding their way inside while his mouth is on hers – we want you to take our breath away.  We really do.

There is a reason the movies show men and women tearing the clothes off each other as they trip into the bedroom.  We all kinda laugh at that shit – it doesn’t happen.  But.  Christ.  We wish it did.  We all want to feel that out of control passion where we can’t get enough … I know I do.  Why doesn’t Simon do this to his wife? Rejection.  Pure and simple.  Humiliation when she laughs at his audacity.  And is that really because he has given his power away over the years? Maybe.  I don’t know.

Confidence is such an aphrodisiac for women.  Why? Because a confident man isn’t going to give his power away.  He knows who the fuck he is and what he has to offer.  Right? Maybe.  I so enjoy when a confident man takes control of my body.  It is so sexy.

OK so this is a little convoluted but I will get there.  I know what I mean.  haha.  Reclaim your power seems to be the gist of it I suppose.  Stop letting these women who have long given up on you being the man in the relationship get away with this travesty.  Take control.

If I had my way I would sit with women who emasculate their men … they are missing out on someone amazing who could rock their fucking world.

The push and the pull … I need to think about this a little more.

I would love to hear from you if any of this resonates with you.  Email me : info@allessandrabrowne.co.nz xx

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Tantric.

I have never claimed to know anything more than the next soul so you can imagine perhaps the shock I felt when I realised that I had landed on Tantric …

I had always thought that tantric sex was not for the likes of me.  I have long believed that tantric was too soft and gentle and loving and all that other shit that makes me feel a little too vulnerable.  I am wild, wanton, wicked … I like to FUCK! And yet …

I found myself recently with a man who somehow managed to get beneath my skin.  We worked our way through the physical side of sex with abandon – that physical workout that leaves you gasping for air at the end of it.  We even took to being tied up and using our minds to inspire orgasm.  And then … well then it appears that we moved in tantric.

I haven’t done any reading on the subject because like all things I prefer to let myself go where I feel the most … our bodies our minds and our spirits merge so that the orgasm is something I had not experienced before.  He is inside my body and I am inside his mind and together we enter this sacred space where our souls dance.  How ridiculous is that? Jaysus.

I understand now what I didn’t understand before – that it takes the three parts of ourselves – mind/body/spirit to really create a sexual intimacy that is surely the epitome of the connection we all seek.  Obviously, it is a shame that he is not experiencing this with his wife and I am not experiencing this with my lover but dogdamn the feeling is incredible.

I have a lot to learn.  xx

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The Phone Sex Experience.

I remember many many moons ago calling a phone sex line – it was English and a recording that is how lame it was.

I really love phone sex.  It is a bit of a kink of mine truth be told.  I mean, what on earth could be sexier than talking dirty with a stranger on the other end of the phone while he is at his desk or in his car or on his bed? Nothing.  Nothing is hotter than knowing a man is wanking for me.

I will already have a towel laid out on top of my bed.  I will be wearing headphones.  I will have Zeus on standby.  And then you will call.  I like to hear your breath and listen to you become breathless.  I like to imagine your cock in your hand, you squeezing it and running your hand up and down your shaft.

I love that you will have the freedom to speak whatever depraved words you want.  Tell me what turns you on.  Make my cunt juicy.  I love the arousal.  God, isn’t pleasure everything?

The only annoying thing about phone sex is the setting it up.  You must pay in advance which means it can take up to two hours to show in my account and then we make a day / time that suits.  But.  If you have the patience – it is so fucking hot.  I do like you to take a photo of your cock covered in cum afterward though but that is just me being a bit kinky.

Phone Sex : $50

Up to 30mins or until you orgasm.

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The Porn Star Experience.

I had a man recently book the GFE but before he hung up asked if this also included a golden shower.  I asked him if that was something his girlfriend did for him.  It wasn’t.  It isn’t.  Anything you wouldn’t ask your girlfriend to do most likely fits into The Pornstar Experience.

I am not interested in porn.  I was.  I outgrew it.  But.  I understand it.  I get why you might want to be spanked, pissed on, humiliated, force feminised, tied up etc …

He arrived a couple of weeks ago.  Tucked under his arm was an industrial roll of Glad Wrap.  Paul is a VIP whose trust in me is quite lovely.  We have explored his sexuality for almost two years now and this particular night was for something neither of us had participated in before.

Well, that isn’t completely true – decades ago I was wrapped up in glad wrap by a client I trusted – it was something he’d always wanted to experience.  It was fine until it wasn’t.  I think that might be the only time I have ever asked a client to get a knife … NOW! I needed to be cut out of it immediately – that feeling of absolute bondage made my heart beat a little too fast.

We spent quite a bit of time getting him into a place where he was completely wrapped from head to toe.  There was a gap for his mouth and his cock.  I sat on his face smothering him until I could feel him struggle.  I would lean down and take his cock in my mouth.  He was as hard as a rock.  It was an experience.

That is what the PSE is all about really – escapism.

PSE : 1 hour @ $350

 

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The Girlfriend Experience.

The Girlfriend Experience really does feel like a bit of an oxymoron to me, because, let’s face it – if your girlfriend was giving you the experience you would hardly be looking for me.

If it were up to me it would be called The VIP Experience.  That is what I like to offer anyway.  This is no mean feat I might tell you because we are meeting for the first time and we are going to have sex.  It is quite mind blowing really, right? Your first time sharing this experience with me may feel … odd.  You are not used to it.  You don’t know me.  I don’t know you.

When we are both open to the experience it can almost be overwhelming.  Obviously, there are those guests who choose not to really let go – they arrive and leave with nary a backward glance.  Maybe they don’t have the time or the inclination for anything more than an orgasm.  I get it.  That is fine.  They miss out on something real but not everyone is looking to explore their sexuality.

Once you have been to see me a few times you and I will have an understanding.  We will have got that first awkward visit out of the way – enjoyed the second or third time thoroughly and then we move on to more of a VIP experience.  We may have already discussed your home life – what is lacking and why – now it is time to get into something a little deeper if so desired.

I have this VIP who has taken me to the moon and back so many times that if he sends a photo of his cock … it makes my panties damp.  I think about his hands, his mouth, his body on mine, his breath – oh man.  I can orgasm just thinking about him.  Last week I wore white panties just so he could pull them to the side and kiss lick tongue my pussy.  The feeling of his hot breath drove me fucking wild.

For his birthday I made a platter of his favourite foods – we sat on the bed having a picnic before getting back to his gift – me.  hah.  I know he will be here tomorrow with that same sexual energy.  I know he will kiss me hard.  He takes my breath away.  I have not masturbated all week just so I can release myself with him.

I keep thinking about his mouth on mine and how last week he was inside me and without moving he came.  He will be here for hours.  It means we both get to relax.  Enjoy.  I am excited.  xx

GFE : $250 Per Hour | $180 30mins

 

 

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Halt.

I had an enquiry recently by a lovely man who beguiled me with his first email.  The second email wasn’t as pleasant when it felt like he was questioning my sexual health and whether or not I have security cameras.  It irritates me when men don’t know how to convey their questions in a manner that is not insulting.

Prostitution is how I pay for my life.  This being the case and considering my sexual health is paramount to both myself and my guests I take our safety seriously.  I have all manner of tests every six weeks.  I have never had an STD.

While I can sympathise with the very real fear some men might have when it comes to finding the right courtesan – the only way you are going to know for sure that you are safe is to stay home.  And while I am having a wee whinge – your name.  Andy.  Bob.  John.  I don’t give a tinkers cuss what your name is but trust me when I tell you that telling me your real name does not put you in immediate danger of me following you home to report your misgivings to your wife.  I have better things to do and unlike doctors – First Do No Harm … that is my ethos.  Just be you.

If there is one woman in the world that you can trust, its me.  You can just be yourself.  Tell me your story.  I am curious.  I want to know you.  I would never do anything to hurt another human being.  Now, let’s discuss whether or not I have a security camera.

I have a security camera.  It is for my safety.  I am putting my life in your hands.  I am trusting that you will be honourable.  You being afraid that I might keep a still photo from the camera is a lot different from me being afraid you will want to hurt me.  Do you understand? Your fear is different from my fear and yet still I welcome you into my home.

I maintain that every man who finds his way here was always meant to.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. haha.  Sorry for the rant.  xx

 

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