"Well-behaved women seldom make history."
- Laurel Thatcher Ulrich

Thursday, 9 July 2015

Almost Miss Hungary

Linked to my previous post, in 2001 I went to a beauty pageant where I won the 2nd prize.
When I started modelling, I often travelled to Budapest for a test or portfolio shooting. Once I was waiting for the metro at Deak ter, when a short chubby guy stepped to me.
“Hey, you should apply to the Miss Hungary! I'm the one who organise it!”
“Yeah, yeah..” and I turned my head to the opposite direction “Of course!”
The guy was quite arrogant and I was sure he was just trying to sell his BS to me in the hope of getting my number. I forgot about him quickly. Same year I watched the Miss Hungary on the TV not having any other watchable program. I almost dropped the remote control when I saw that short guy on the screen! I started to laugh. Oh well, I missed my big chance having my 15 minutes of fame. My excuse, I'm not from the capital and I didn't really follow the beauty pageants. Maybe I was naive but I had no idea who was that guy. But his approach was arrogant and I rejected him out of hand.
But then 2001 I had my guts and applied to the one in my region, it is a big annual event there. I was selected to the final. The preparation was fun with trying different clothes, hair dressers, make-up artist, photographers. My favourite was to choose the wedding dress for one of the choreography. Every girls wanted to choose the big princess dress, but I trusted the lady's taste who chose me a simple but very elegant dress which fitted perfectly on my figure. (This dress is still waiting for me because they offered it for my big day.) I didn't think about to win but I wanted to be a part of it. Among us we knew who's going to win anyway by the way how they treated the 3 girls differently. We had an open full-dress rehearsal where the judges were already there. I have this thing whenever I perform on stage, I like to have eye contact with customers otherwise I don't even smile. I don't see the point of making the effort to smile. What for if nobody watches? So back then I did the process of learning the choreographies without a single smile. But at the rehearsal when there was an audience there, I shined on the stage! I got my million carat smile, rehashed and showed it up.

Next day I felt the difference when I was sitting in the chair in the hair saloon and 3 hairdressers tried to bring the best out of my hair. And at the evening – thanks for my smile – I stood up from nowhere to the 2nd place. And it was such a good feeling. It was not something I won because I slept with one of the judges or my mum was a friend of the organiser. I got it because of myself. And my family and close friends were so proud of me!








When I grew up..

I told you before I always wanted to travel even as a kid. And I also wanted to be on stage as a model or dancer. I remember I was maybe 12 years old when I made some clothes and we were playing a catwalk show with my sister and the girls from my neighbourhood. (The short period when I wanted to be an astronomer and I knew the name of the nebulas, doesn't count here.) Then designing clothes became a part of the play. First I made them by hand, but later I learned how to use the sewing machine. Later I made my own clothes (and more importantly my mum let me to wear them in school!) I even made a few for my friends too.. Today I enjoy the great benefits of it when I design my costumes, although I never had a plan back in those days that one day I'll perform as a stripper.
Also I was about 12 when I started to write poems. I even won a prize once. Literally the first money I ever made it was from my writing skills. And from the money I won my mum bought me a gold necklace with a small cross. “That will always remind you of the first money you earned!”
See where I am now? I travelled, I'm on stage, I do modelling and I'm about writing a book. Who told you you can not reach your dreams???
The poem I wrote and it was read front of the entire school was about my dreams, what I'd like to see in this world. First part was about the sea. You think it's not a big deal, but it is indeed for a 12 years old who was living in a country with no beach side and the country just came out of the communist era. The second part was about Africa and a real safari with no cages. Done. 7 months lived in Cape Town was one of my biggest adventures so far. The third part was about landscapes, mountains, waterfalls. And I was lucky enough to see the Mt. Fuji and the Niagara. It sound crazy that you write down at the age of 12 what you'd like to reach and 20 years later you look back and you say “Damn, I've done all!” It's like making a wish list to the Universe “Hello, these are my dreams. Please, help me to reach them!”

My mum was always supportive and I love her dearly. Then I was a rebel at the age of 15 and I had a wild period (who doesn't at that age?) I remember when I wanted to go to a party wearing fishnet tights and a leather miniskirt, my mum literally stood in the door hands on the side “you're not going anywhere dressed like this!” Of course I didn't measure the danger what could happen if I stood in the bus stop dressed like a hooker (we were living in a small village and the bus stop was on the main road where the truck traffic was quite high) God knows what could happen, but I was so focused on going to that party and I was so upset at her stopping me! Good old days.. Now 20 years later we always have a good laugh about this story. But beside going to that party, I got everything I ever dreamed of as a kid.  

Wednesday, 8 July 2015

Photoblog - Let's have some fun!

I'm in a cheeky, playful mood these days! :)






And again, thank you Lawrence for the great photo!

Lots of Love,
Lindsay


What do you do in private?

“It's called private dance. So guess what? I'm dancing!”
“Ahh! Only dancing?”

I hate this question so much! My job is selling an erotic fantasy, nothing more, nothing less. So here it is what I'm doing in private (dedicated to the one who wished to read more fantasies on my blog):

You pay for the dance at the bar. When the payment is gone through I hold your hand and take you to the vip area. I smile because I'm happy to tease such a handsome man! I open the curtains and there is a cosy leather sofa, some candles and soft music playing in the background. Everything is set up for a seductive mood.
I seat you in the middle of the sofa and I sit on top of you. Let's the game start! Keeping eye contact my hand goes down on your body until your trousers and I take off your belt. (Don't be so happy, it's just because not so comfy grinding on the metal buckle.) I ease off your tie and open the top buttons on your shirt. I touch your arms: “Oh, you're so strong!” I know you need a little adulation and my words are music to your ears. I stand up keeping a bit of a distance so you can see me in the candle light. I start to dance and slowly take off my dress. I let your eyes wondering on each part of my body. I follow your glare with my hand and softly caress my body and play with my hair. I come closer to you and I place one feet on the sofa on your side. My inner tight touches your face and you feel the softness of my skin on your cheek. You're shy to touch me but I place your hands on my waist. “A soft touch is allowed” telling you playfully and I let you to grab my bum. But I'm the boss so nothing can happen without my permission. Then I sit down on your lap and I lean forward. I run the tip of my nose on your neck, I don't kiss but let my lips gently touch your skin and move my hips on you. You close your eyes and enjoy the moment. But before you enjoy it too much and you start to moan, I stand up. (Remember, the private dance is not about you finishing off.)
A little dance against the wall keeping the distance, then I turn and sit on your lap showing my back to you and I continue the grinding. I start slowly then I do it faster. A little twerking on you penis for fun and you're getting to be excited. Then I lean back, you can see my body over my shoulder. I pull down the straps of my bra and I ask you to open it on the back. You happily follow my request. I still hold my bra when I stand up and turn then suddenly I throw it to your face. Don't be so smiley, you can't keep it as a present!
I come closer to you and I press my boobies to your face imitating to give a kiss with them on your cheeks. I still press my naked breasts to your chest, I slide down the floor. Now I'm kneeling front of you almost in the same position if I would give you a blowjob. Our eyes are engaged and I let your fantasy soar. “Do you like it?” I press my boobies against your penis and give a little massage with them until your breath starts to be heavy.
I stand up and slowly take off my panties. Again I keep distance and let your eyes wondering on my fully naked body but suddenly our song is finished. I blow a feathery kiss to your cheek and I say a “Thank you.”

(And usually you would say: “I don't want to finish, I pay one more!”)




Saturday, 4 July 2015

I'm just a good girl with bad habits

If anybody asks what was my most exciting erotic experience, I always start with this story. It happened in London quite long time ago. But I feel I have to add it to the blog before everyone thinks I'm an innocent person (and because lately I only wrote about the pure facts of my work). So let's talk about sex! Lately I gave out only dry information about dancing on my blog, it's time to spice it up! So here are some saucy bits:
That was my first night in that club and I couldn't exactly figure out the rules. On the interview the manager told me it's all about hostessing (meaning selling champagne and talking to the clients) but the club was in the basement of a hotel. Whatsoever, he ensured me there is no sexual activity involved. I remember it was a Monday night, not so busy. I worked there with 4 other girls, they were friendly and welcoming. Our shift was almost finished when two customers arrived. One older, bold guy, he was the boss, and a young, handsome guy who was the employee of the old one. They were a bit tipsy as they had a company event and they didn't want to go home yet. So they ended up in our club. The old one knew the rules more than me – it was not his first time there for sure – and they ordered champagne for all of us. Bottles after bottles. The young guy was a chatty-box, quite intelligent though, the old one was funny. We really had a great time with them, they were easy customers. I thought so.
Not long before closing, the old guy disappeared with the manager in the back. I noticed that but I didn't think it was a big deal. Then they came back with a huge grin on both of their faces. And the manager called on of the girl who seemed to work there for long time and he whispered something in her ears. We had more fun but we finished the last bottle and the manager told us "OK, that was it, we are closing". We went to the changing room, I went straight to my locker. But then I heard the others talking:
“Listen, they don't pay enough.”
“Let's just have some fun!”
“I need the money.”
“I don't fuck for that money!”
“OK, so we're gonna play with them for half an hour, but no penetration. I will tell the boss.” and the girl left.
In a minute I understood what happened in the back, what was all the whispering about. The girls didn't talk secretly, but it was obvious I'm not involved in further business as I was a new girl and they didn't know if I would agree or not. Suddenly one of them turned to me:
“I guess you're not interested.. But we all go with the 2 guys to one of the rooms upstairs. Do you want to come?”
Before I said anything, the girl came back:
“They want all of us!” and looked at me impatiently.
I had 2 options: I get ready quickly and as soon as I can I leave the place and get the next night bus home, or I can be naughty and have a seven-some harmful adult fun. Guess which one I chose? You're right, the next night bus left without me.
It was not about the money. The girl was right, they didn't offered enough that I would have sex for if I'm a prostitute (I would fall into the high class and expensive category) If I remember well it was something between £100-150 each. The idea was already sick that the boss wanted to watch how his employee fucks with a girl. But you don't have this opportunity often and me having a curious nature I couldn't turn the offer off.
The room was small and the girls were pros. They turned on the TV, it was some music channel and two of them started to dance in the middle of the room doing a small lesbian show, the other two got the guys undressed and then each others. I lost following what's going on around me when one of the girls went down on me. I realised later that I was the only one having an orgasm that night.
I was not forced to do anything, it was my free choice. Half an hour later the girls started to get dressed and we left. For other reasons I didn't stay in that club for long, but until today I don't regret it. I don't even have a shame to talk about it.

What else can I say more: Welcome in my world of new experiences!