The Method in the Madness

My last post.. makes the process sound incredibly under-simplified.
It wasn't simple at all.
I had to think about the consequences... very hard.
I had to consider personal safety, how to keep my 'appointment' quiet & discreet
& I thought strongly and clearly about the morals and ethics of what it would mean to be a 'sex worker'.

I searched the internet for similar service offered to women by women.. but couldn't find one. There were plenty of sites which covered the Tantric massage techniques... but really I wasn't interested in that. All the rest of the sites were devoted to men.

Then it hit me.... I was a pioneer of sorts. And pioneers have responsibility.. yes?

I could go into this business with a make money attitude
or
I could go into business with a pure heart and good intent.

I chose the second option. :)

Years ago,
I had the pleasure of meeting a Man who would change my life.
He was a Master. A Master of comparative religions, of Herbology, of Massage & Martial Arts.
I went to him for some healing work as I was unwell.
Throughout the treatment I asked him some questions relating to philosophy.
He thought my questions to be interesting and when I asked if I could come back for more knowledge and healing.. he offered to take me on as a student. For two years, every Wednesday morning, I went to learn.

If you have never had the experience of a Mentor or master - it would sound strange. But for me... it was the most amazing thing. Even since ceasing our formal lessons.. I find the wisdom and learning close and at times his voice breaks into my thoughts and offers other options of behaviour, comfort & the sense of being connected to something greater.. something magical. I guess, writing this, that this teaching is in itself, a blog on it's own.

The point of telling you this is quite clear.
My Master taught me about Intentions and Intent,
Karma and consequences...

That is how I entered the Sex industry.
I was full of good intentions & completely aware of consequences.
I wanted to help women and to show them a side of themselves they may have forgotten
or that they do not know they possess.

I wanted to show some care and tenderness
to the people who care the most.

I wanted to offer a service that I needed myself.

There you go.
The latest installment.

Much love to you.
Ms. Nightingale x

How it all began...

I was having coffee with a dear friend one day
before all 'this' started.
She and I were flicking through the paper.
We scanned the news.
Read the stars
and had a giggle in the adult section.

After a moment of silence I said
Not one of those services is offered to women.
She replied... "That's True".

I said... Imagine if we could have a sensual massage
AND a happy ending.

She agreed wholeheartedly and I have to say I was surprised
by how emphatic her YES was.... and I started thinking.

She suggested that we could always visit a brothel.
Yes we could... but I wanted more than a quick fix.
I wanted something to be loaded with quality.. luxurious. Intelligent.
I also wanted something connected. Spiritual.
The word 'brothel' simply conjured a potentially seedy scene
where I would be serviced... like a man.
Nup.

I have to go,
I said to her... already half way out the door.
She waved and continued to daydream...
while I started walking the few kilometres home.

I could have taken the bus... but I knew I had to walk this idea out. No distractions.

My idea was to provide an erotic, sensual massage service for women... delivered by a woman.

An hour later
I was tapping the idea out on the computer.

The Next Day
I bought a new mobile phone.
I also placed an Advert in the Newspaper
which read

'Erotic Massage - For Women By Women'
Outcalls only.


My phone started ringing the next day.
That was my one and only advertisement.
I have never had to advertise the service again...

This was the first surprise in what has turned into the most surprising series of tales.

More to come...

Ms Nightingale
Good night.
x

Ms Nightingale is beginning to understand the Why.

Here is some background.

I am 5'6". Dark Hair. 50kgs
Grey eyes.
More Handsome than pretty or beautiful..
and a feminist at heart.
(Don't groan)
:D
I'm a Neo Feminist. A new Feminist.
A rebel with a cause.
And that cause??
Women.

Because I am a woman
who has not had the easiest time
in life or love.
Because I am a woman who is 'real' about the world around me.
I have no illusions.
I suffer from no delusions.

But I do see the subtle changes in the world
that don't seem like a big deal
when they occur
separately
but when they are all added up
they make for one hell of a mess.


So,
I write for the Ladies.
And the up and coming Ladies...
because I want to provide a cheat sheet
on what not to do. :)
That's what I know best.
It's what makes me special.

If you are a man and reading this... you are also warmly welcomed.


I have no certificates from the University of life.
Though, I have a few scars of course - don't we all?
But I assure you I am qualified to talk about my trade.
It is, after all... all I know.

I am happy right now.
To be here.
And myself.
With you.

Call Ms Nightingale x

Wishful Thinking

I woke this morning
with the hugest smile on my face.
Not a smug smile
but the smile of a woman with the weight of the world - shared.

If I had known that the solution was as easy as telling my secrets to a blog or a blank screen...
well,
I would have done it ages ago. :)

This isn't the blog I send my family and friends to.
They'd have trouble with all this..
and my partner?
There is no way he would understand.

What I want to tell them more than anything is that
It's all alright.
I am who I am
and do what I do
and love who I love....

and my 'job'
is about much more than sexual gratification.

Perhaps I am kidding myself.
:)
Perhaps I am just a secretive wench
with the genes of a whore...

or maybe
I am not.

Maybe I just have it in my mind about how a woman should be treated
could be treated..
How I'd like to be treated
How I deserve to be treated..

That's part of the reason I placed my original advert
I felt like there was more to life...
more to love
and I really wanted to find out if that was true
or if it was simply my mind - wishful thinking.

Much love to you.
Thanks for reading.
Ms Nightingale x

And For Those Who Would Judge...

There is a certain need in me
to justify my actions.
To reassure you that I am a good person
Wholesome even...
if you can believe that.

And there is the need in me
to explain how someone like me
from a good family
finds themselves here.

So perhaps,
you will find it in yourself to reserve any judgment
until after you have read my story
or part thereof...

If you relate.. then feel free to contact me.
I must say though... I am not blogging for new clients.
I am blogging to write. :)

Ms Nightingale Smiles - The Cat is out of the Bag

It's very late here. Late at night.
And I'm smiling and breathing
for the first time in ages.

I am unusual.
I know people say that...
but in this case it's true.

I have a secret life. So far removed from my real life...
My friends, family, and partner have no idea.
My work colleagues are in the dark and none the wiser...

A secret life is a burdensome thing.
You have to maintain it, you see.
And if that life
and the secrets
could possibly hurt those you love
or indeed WILL hurt those you love..
of course you keep it to yourself.
Don't you?

Well that's what I've been doing for a couple of years.
You see,
by day I am a Mother, a Partner & housewife
or so they think.
When my children go to school
I start work
as an escort.

You could call me a prostitute
or a sex worker
or a whore...
I don't mind.

What makes me unusual is that I only work with Women. Ladies. And I like it.

This is what my blog is about. The why. The Who. The How. The When. All of it.
I'm interested to hear what you think.

Thanks for listening to my secret. :)
Much appreciated.
See you soon.
Ms Nightingale X