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When I moved to Adelaide I lived out of my car and in backpackers for two months, the first place was more of a crackpackers but hey, that was part of the journey. The second place was good, clean & had a sense of community about it, but I was desperate for my own space. Looking back now I wish I took a little more time to experience South Australia, my adventure down there became short lived as I started to question it being the wrong move. Within six months I was coming back to Brisbane for more opportunities, an epiphany, and Adelaide not really giving me what I thought it would. I am Adelaide born. Finally I found a space, a small loft styled, warehouse, townhouse unit in Underdale (West of Adelaide’s centre). I now had a job, and my own place, things were great. But on the first weekend of me staying at this place I found out that my neighbours loved to party. At one am on a Sunday morning I wake up to heavy loud music, laughs, and loud talking right next to my ear. “Fuck me” I thought. Recently I had stopped partying & going out, it was not fun anymore, I was on a path of becoming healthy, fulfilled and living for more then the weekend. After about twenty minutes of trying to sleep I went and knocked on the door to ask them to turn the music down, they said they would, but didn’t. When I went back the second time I was told that there was soundproofing in the walls, and that the music had been turned down, none of which was true; the owner even offered me to come in & party, some part of me now wishes that I went over and partied, but something in that moment was also telling me that was a bad idea. So, the music was not turned down & I struggled myself to sleep for an hour. The week goes by as normal we both just get on with our lives. The following weekend I decided to make some bacon & pancakes for breakfast to celebrate my small achievements (new job, new house, new city, new beginning), but my neighbours had also been planning another party; I knew this because without even trying I could hear their conversations echo through our wall. Saturday night comes around and I wake to loud music, loud laughs, loud talking again. This time I covered my ears with my pillow and struggled to sleep. At around six/ seven am when I woke, I prepared the ingredients for my gourmet meal, and moved my UEboom speaker to the stairway (A chamber like hall, directly connected to our consolidating walls that would make the sound even louder for my enjoyment). I turned everything to full volume and played my favourite Falling In Reverse Track “Good Girls, Bad Guys”. “WHAT THE FUCK”, “WHERE THE FUCK” “FUCK ME!” “TURN IT DOWN” “FUCK OFF!” “HAHAHAHAHA” “THIS GUY” were some of words that I heard coming from the other side of the wall. I played an assortment of loud, heavy music for about two hours or so with no disruption. From that day forward there was no more parties until my last weekend in Adelaide. Again being a little shit, because if we are in a semi industrial area, there are no sound restrictions. I am allowed to play music as loud as I want at seven am on a Sunday morning. That place gave me some eery senses, something was not right, I was not alone, there was supernatural experiences, and constant feelings that someone had been in there when I was not home. There is a lot of details missing from this story, things that are best left unsaid. If you know, you know. Looking back now I wish that I had made a better attempt at getting to know them. But that is just not the way life went. I probably would have a lot more Bad Boy Lexx stories to tell as well. But that is it. I woke my neighbours at seven am on a Sunday morning while they were hungover & scattered.   Thank you for reading, L. Soule.

Are you an exhibitionist? Do you like to get dirty, kinky & naughty in public? I do. The thrill of being caught or seen is electrifying & brings about the biggest dose of adrenaline; will you get caught? Who will catch you? What do you say? You do have to have some control & sensibility when playing with this dirty kink. While it is fun to get kinky in the change rooms of retail stores, a sneaky park hand job, or making the car shake after a good movie, and round one in the theatre. You have to consider other people, majority of people do not want to see someone bent over a picnic table getting railed; sure there may also be a portion of people who would love too watch that happen; but we all live in a big world with a lot of people. Being kinky is great, but always remember. Be sane, safe, and consensual! You do not want to end up in court for crossing that line!   I was roofing at the time and had quite the horny urge that morning, so too did my girlfriend at the time. When I arrived at work, I received a text from the big boss to “hang tight”, I was going to have to wait for instructions; so I flopped my cock out, enlarged the boy & sent a sexy photo to my girlfriend. “Drip, heart eye emojis” were returned. I kept going, sending videos of me stroking my cock, pulsating my cock, slapping my cock on the camera. It was great, we were having a ball; she joined in on the fun, fetched her vibrator & dildo to start punching her wet hole. Eventually I had to leave my car & go do work, but by this time by ball sack was filled with a warm load of sticky mess, my brain wanted to leave work to go home, have my girl over & screw her like no tomorrow; she knew this too & kept sending me naughty content that I just couldn’t resist, she literally squirted across her bathroom floor, it was delicious. OH MY GOD DOES DRIPPING WET PUSSY LOOK DELICIOUS! I needed to use the bathroom a lot that day, and I mean a lot. The smell of the portable toilet didn’t even discourage me, there had been worse toilets on trade sights. I was rock solid jerking my cock off in a trade site portable toilet. It didn’t end there either. My boss had to visit us to drop off supplies. There was another period of about 20 minutes where I was sitting in my car waiting to find out if I would be sent to the next job. While sitting in my car across the road, I watched as my boss walked through the site with the supervisor, discussing the problems we were facing. “What the fuck, I’m literally sitting at my office, in broad daylight, stroking my cock, and watching “porn”(my girlfriend)” I thought to myself. When the all clear was given, my girl & I arranged the rendezvous for my place and we continued on with our fruitful ways.   Thank you for reading, L. Soule.

This is possibly one of my proudest moments to date! Top 5. There is about 10 top 5’s by the way. I squeezed 800 people into a backyard house party, and had another 1,000 on the way 😊 I used to live to party, I loved it! Every weekend there was a warehouse party, a house party, a gatho, a hotel party, something. This is part of the reason why I didn’t go pro with AFL, I was chasing the popularity, the “Facebook famous” status, and all that meaningless shit. But at the time it was my thing, it was different, no one from school was doing it, I felt that the party crew had accepted me, I felt that I belonged. I had held a couple of my own parties prior to this big one. My 16th saw 100 people from my school & neighbouring schools crammed into my backyard; I held a semi-successful warehouse party; I hosted a round 2 cock fest that got shut down by police because some guy through a bottle at a cop car. Now it was time for round 3. 2 DJ’s, 1 photographer, 1 videographer, 4 security guards, 1 security dog, and a backyard in Logan. By this time, I had made connections with some of the popular well known party people; not the Facebook famous people, but the people that hung out with the Facebook famous people. They “helped” me promote the event by sharing the digital poster I had made & inviting people to the event. I say “helped”, because well they did share & promote the event, but they also gave out a lot of free wrist bands and left all the organising to be done by myself.   The party started and people started to flow through one after another. Despite the numbers, the event was a huge bust, I didn’t even get to enjoy my own party. I was on the door the whole 4 hours collecting money, which was hard to maintain because I had the homeowners’ kids constantly asking to get people in for free; along with a whole range of other problems. Big lessons learnt. Despite not partying, at the end of the night a hot model took a fancy to me, she was of Indian background and had competed in a few model contests, but even then, I let a cock, cock block me. My house used to be the place for kick ons, mum would always rather have people sleep at ours than be on the street, on a couple of occasions that proved a bad idea. On this night, a guy that I had personally invited to the party was coming back to my place; along with a friend he invited: what was strange was he kept asking me to tell his friend that there were no dogs at my house, “I’m not going to lie. We have 3 big dogs” I kept telling him. despite his friend being terrified of dogs, he kept on pleading for me to say no dogs lived there; the friend eventually left. This guy continued to make things awkward and would constantly interrupt the conversation the model and I were having on the way back to my house; so much so the model got a cab and went home. Looking back now I should have told him, “fuck off, get out of my house”, better still I shouldn’t have let him into my house. I’ve come across some shady people in my time, I have been good to people only to have them steal & back stab me, he was one of them. Eventually he too left and the rest of us (about 10 people) went to sleep.   “GET UP AND TELL ALL YOU BUDDIES TO GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE NOW!” That was dad saying good morning after being told he has 48 hours to pay the security for the night. Due to the free wristbands & the family rates that were given out, I was short money at the end of the night, and unable to pay the security & videographer. So, I received no after movie & a bill of $800 for security. Dad was more angry about this than the police visit at the start of the year. Grounded was an understatement. No more parties; a lot of chores; a little bit of silent treatment from both parents; I had to pay dad back the $800; and a close to my party hosting days. A month later though I was sneaking out to gathos (Aussie slang for a small party of about 10 people). Now with a mature view as I write this, nostalgia sinks in. I went back to watch some of the old-school warehouse parties from 8-10 years ago and damn does it make me want to throw a party again; a warehouse party for my music lifestyle. Obviously I would be a lot more professional, and ensure a successful event. With the lessons that I have learnt and a good team of people we would throw one of, if not the best parties the underground has ever seen. Guaranteed!   I really did use to be a little shit!   Thank you for reading, L. Soule.

*Bad Boy Lexx, a short blog series about some of the mischief I have been up to in my younger years. As you may have sensed by now, I used to be (still am) a little rat bag, a little rascal, and can be a “bad boy”. But this one got me in trouble with the law.   To give you an insight into why police were knocking at my door at 6am in the morning we must go back to class, and then go back to the school formal after party.   We (the students) were working on a group project in class, obviously our group was talking more then working, with constant comments like “Okay guys we have to be serious now” followed by a conversation that has nothing to do with the project e.g. parties, who is with who, gossip of the world, blah, blah, blah. Things went a little pear shaped though when one of the girls in my group started accusing me of being a shit boyfriend because I wasn’t telling my girlfriend at the time how much weed I was smoking. My girlfriend at the time was anti-weed and anti-drugs, she was fine with me smoking cigarettes and drinking but because weed was illegal, she did not approve. Obviously, we broke up shortly after which has left an ambivalent space in my mind (take me on a date and we can go into that with more depth). And yes, looking at it from a mature view I was a shit boyfriend in that situation for being disingenuous. Back to the classroom. Words were exchanged and for reasons related to the conversation, Alice (not her real name) just kept slamming me, “I’m a shit boyfriend”, “I’m a liar”, “she can do better” etc. and eventually I returned her serve. She left the room crying. I will not repeat what was said but she may never look at her formal photos again. The sad reality is that she is a babe and would now fall into my personal “favourite type” physically. 5 minutes later the phone rings, the teacher answers it, gives me the stare, “yes he is”, “I will send him right away”. This is where the group I was working with explode “AAAAAWWWWW” they yelled. I do as the teacher asks and make my way down to the year masters office. I was on fire that year! A fight on day one of school before the first class begun, nearly being suspended for being on the bottom of a dog pile, and now I made one of the schools biggest babes cry. Fuck!   I’ll skip all the nitty gritty BS and get to the fun part of the conversation. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way Lexx” the year masters eyes were serious, he wanted answers, he knew something I didn’t. “Did you or did you not sell Alice pills at the formal after party?” “Well, no, she knew I was going to be having some for myself & asked if I could get more in case she & _________ (friend) wanted to try some. She didn’t even pay me”. Cut the conversation short, he sent me on my way.   *Yes in my youth I dabbled with some drug. Generic drugs that are not usually seen as hard problems to society.   I apologised to Alice, and we never spoke again.   2 - 3 weeks later my dad walks into my room telling me to get up because my friends were here. “What the fuck are my friends doing here at 6am in the morning” I thought to myself just beginning to wake up. “Hey mate, are you Lexx?”. “Yes”. “Hi, I’m constable _________. We are here to conduct a drug raid, your school has informed us you sold another person illicit substances. Please stand up so we can do a full room search” I stood up bare naked for all 4 officers to see. I wasn’t even allowed to get clothed alone. Now, my parents were also anti-dope, so they never knew that I smoked every day, which meant my weed stash was nowhere to be found.   The officers left and I was forced to the stairs for the talk. “Where is the stuff?”, “You know that can kill you”, “You are going down the wrong path”, “What are you doing?” that talk. I told them what had happened and even opened up to my experimentation at formal and they understood what had happened. They were not impressed & I coped a grounding, but I think they were less harsh on me because I told them the truth; even when they asked if I smoke, I said yes. Just not admitting the consistency of said smoke.   ‘GOOD MORNING LEXX’   Thank you, L. Soule.

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Niqqi enjoys the feeling of mirth filling her soul; while Lexx fills her mouth with cock simultaneously to her girlfriend Jade fucking her from behind, with a lime green 7 inch x 5 inch strap on dildo. The trio have been enjoying each other’s company for 45 minutes now, Niqqi taking first rotation at the spit; bending over the couch’s arm rest while Lexx stands & Jade fucks. “Do you like that baby! Do you like having a big strong man offer his cock to you while I fuck your pretty tight hole from behind” Jade seduces, “mmmmhhhhhmmmm” is all Niqqi can say. “Look up at this man & thank him”, “T-H-N-K U” Niqqi moans with a mouth full of dick; “No, no, no, where are your manners. Don’t talk with your mouth full” Jade commands, Niqqi follows instructions by taking the 6-inch dick out of her mouth and politely thanking the escort “Thank you for offering your beautiful penis to me” the part time slut is straight back to the blowjob, “You’re more then welcome” Lexx content on not having to do very much except enjoy the blowjob.   Jade & Niqqi are best friends withstanding a 20 year friendship, both are 30 years of age, single & professional women. They reached out to Lexx when they both opened up about wanting to experiment with each other. The idea of paying a professional man to fulfil their sexual fantasy was a lot more appealing than dating apps or the bar. While Lexx was shorter than most of their types, his cute facial structure and naturally toned body made him a good choice for experimentation. This is now the fourth time they have hired Lexx for a threesome service, finding him the perfect guy for their job.   Niqqi uses her left hand to start rubbing her clit, heightening her arousal state, this has of course affected the quality of her blowjob, but Lexx is not to concerned, his cock is still in her mouth being drooled on; meanwhile Jade is fucking away at the beautiful sweet hole of nectar. Nothing to hard & intense, nothing to sensual, just a good in & out fuck. In & out. In & out. In & out. In & out. In & out. In & out. In & out. In & out. In & out. In & out. In & out. In & out. In & out. In & out. In & out. In & out. The green stick is saturated with pussy juice. Without any notice Lexx pulls his cock away to get some water “Hey I was enjoying that” Niqqi squeals, “I’ll be back, I just need some water”, Niqqi’s face turns sulky despite the green dildo being pumped into her hole. By the time Lexx has returned with water the girls have already changed positions, with the pair now in a missionary variant; Jade is fucking Niqqi into the corner of the couch. “Wow, that’s hot. Do you mind if I just jerk my cock for a bit!”, “Oh my fucking god, that’s going to make me come” Niqqi moans, “Good. I’ll keep going then” Lexx says with a devious grin. Lexx watches on stroking his hard, veiny cock as Jade feels herself up: squeezing her small B cups, running her hands through her hair, seductively biting her lip at the site of a sexy, handsome man. The heat is quickly raised when Niqqi composes herself, grabs Jade by the throat and demands to be fucked, “Put your hand around my throat and fuck me like this man wants too”, “Only if you choke me too” Jade demands. Without any words the agreement is made and the pair enjoy erotic asphyxiation, great sex, and one voyeuristic man. After a hot ten minutes of masturbation and sexual penetration the girls desperately need some water and a stretch, Lexx doing his gentleman duties as the girls recover. “Okay, are you ready to continue”, Lexx’s stare is deep into Jades soul, “Yes…… Sir” Jade quietly submits, “Good. get that dick off now, and get into the corner!” To her surprise Lexx starts slowly, the look in his eyes suggested otherwise; Jade is not unhappy. Lexx takes a few minutes to ease Jade into the hard pleasure she is about to receive, rolling his hips, moving in & out with grace. Lexx places his hand around his client’s throat with a firm grip of gentle pleasure, he lowers himself, nose to nose. Jade knows what is about to come. “Do you want hard cock miss?!” “Yes please” Jade moans a whisper “I didn’t hear you. Do you want hard cock miss!” “Yes please sir” Jades moan is slightly higher Lexx increases the intensity of his thrusts slightly. “One more try. Do you want to be fucked hard miss!?” “YES SIR, FUCK ME LIKE I ASKED” Lexx begins to increase the intensity greatly, and within 20 seconds Lexx is drilling Jade deep into the corner; the same corner Niqqi was being fucked moments ago. Gripping onto Lexx’s arms, Jade moans with pure pleasure as her erotic asphyxiation is met with good, thick cock. “BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.”   “BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.” This sends Niqqi into a frenzy as she flicks her bean harder, faster and with more intensity, “Fuck me hard baby, fuck me hard” Jade demands. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming” Niqqi’s body reaches climax, as her body goes stiff.   Jade & Lexx change positions to a cowgirl variant while Niqqi straps herself up. When the trio are all ready, Jade lays herself down onto Lexx’s torso, granting Niqqi open access to her asshole. After warming up the tender area Niqqi can start to pleasure her girlfriend’s asshole well, while Lexx thrusts his hips up & down, pushing his dick deep into Jade’s pink, wet hole. Jade puts her hand around Lexx’s throat as she attempts to make out with him, but the sensations are too good. She is unable to control her lips, with 2 cocks just feeling too good. The penetrations start to increase in depth & strength until Jade is breathless, “Uh…. Uh.. Uh… Uh, Uh, Uh….. Uh” she mutters into Lexx’s ear, loud enough that Niqqi’s audio senses are also pleasured. She gets railed hard for a consistent 5 minutes before tapping out, she does not come but she definitely feels satisfied. “Do we still get the facial that we requested?” Niqqi seductively asks Lexx. The girls sit eagerly on the sofa, begging for come to be shot on their faces. First Lexx aims, fires and hits Niqqi in the forehead, before turning his fire hose towards Jade who receives a hot load to the mouth & nose, sharing the last of the dribble by wiping it on the girls faces. “Thank you for today girls x” Lexx Kisses them both on the cheek before cleaning himself up with his wet wipes and heading on his way.   The girls lay there for a moment, wishing they extended their 2-hour booking. “Next time I think we need to hire him for 3 hours” Niqqi confers. “agreed”. “Want to order uber eats and watch something?” Jade asks. “Let’s watch the new Venom movie & order honey chicken, Singapore noodles, and deep fried ice cream” Niqqi replies. “done” Jade copies. After ordering food, the pair clean themselves, put on their cute PJ’s, ready to enjoy the rest of the night.   Thank you for reading, L. Soule.

Molly   “Such sweet pussy” Lexx moans before going back to his main course, “mmmm” he moans loudly as the juices continue to flow down his mouth. For the clients who are willing to show a valid, up to date, doctor signed, STD certificate with a negative result (negative referring to no disease present), Lexx offers raw cunnilingus. And he loves to eat pussy!   “AAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhh, right there, just keep your tongue right there” Molly moans into her relaxed state of mind; eyes closed, arms spread, legs bent & spread. With his own unique technique Lexx can locate the exact pleasure point with every client, making the trip to the doctors worth its weight. With his face submerged deep in the pond, Lexx uses his left arm to grip Mollys hips, and his right hand to penetrate Mollys warm, hole of goo. He makes love to the life-giving hole, pashing the clit tenderly, enjoying every silky sensation that surrounds his mouth. With pussy juice now flowing down the trail and off the cliffs edge Lexx knows he can increase the intensity of his foreplay. He has found that for this 25-year-old client, a light but fast side to side tongue movement gives the best results for high intensity satisfaction. Gradually over the last 10 minutes Lexx has built his client up to a highly aroused state of mind, now standing over her at the beds edge fingering her with 3 fingers deep & hard, watching the come ooze out of Mollys pussy; her moans are uncontrollable, her body unable to stay still, while her cream, cloud coloured fluid fills Lexx’s palm. “Holy shit!” Lexx excitedly emotes as he pulls his fingers out from the mess, “What!” Molly’s concern is short lived when she see’s Lexx standing before her, with a devious smile & hand saturated in come. “What am I going to do with all of this” Lexx rhetorically asks, “Wipe it on me, massage it all over my tits” is the kinky response he receives, as Molly throws her head back onto the bed awaiting the feeling of her warm fluid, breast massage. Both DD breasts are given an even amount of come followed by a strong, love filled massage, that is cupped from the bottom and massaged upwards. These breasts are some of the best DD’s anyone could ever be graced with; symmetrically perfect, proportionate nipples, a rare pair of natural breasts; no wonder Lexx has a hard time letting go of them. He moves to the top end of this beautiful women, allowing her to suckle on the knob of his cock while he continues to massage the beautiful rockmelons; ripening them to a point. Lexx rolls to the side and commands Molly to lay on top of him to create a 69 position. Grabbing her ass cheeks at the same time Lexx devours Mollys silk again, passionately making love through the use of his tongue and her erogenous zone, proving a little more focused then his female counterpart who finds herself constantly stopping the suck motion of her blowjob. “His tongue is just so fucking good” her mind wanders as she struggles to fill her mouth with cock. Without notice & hesitation Molly pulls away from the pleasure momentarily, only to rekindle with Lexx’s cock 10 seconds later as it slides deep inside of her; both letting out their individual sighs of pleasure; for him a warm, wet smooth sensation wraps itself around his erogenous zone; for her, a strong cylinder shaped piece of meat stretches the second pair of tender lips that women have. The intimacy is glowing as Molly lays her bare chest against his muscles, her hips rolling up & down slowly on Lexx’s cock, the pair tenderly making out; and as the passion in the kisses grows, so too does the intensity at which Molly straddles her man. “AH. AH. AH. AH. AH. AH. AH. AH. AH. AH. AH. AH. AH. AH. AH. AH” these are the moans that are forced out of her voice box as Lexx’s 6 x 4.5 inch cock hits the deeper parts of her hole. Just like wild animals the pair moan, howl & growl as they fuck each other well. *CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. CLAP* Lexx has pulled her close again. Using his right hand to hold her head close his, while his left hand holds the small of Mollys back in place, his hips thrust his beautiful, perfect sized cock deep into Mollys soft pussy. His body starts to reach the climax as the moans & pleas of pleasure from Molly reach the back of Lexx’s eardrums; “aaaaaahhhhhhh”, “You have such great cock”, “I want your come all over me”, “please come all over me”, “I want to be your dirty come rag”, inflating the ego of any man. Lexx throws Molly to the side and continues to penetrate her well, closing the gap between their bodies he now humps into her oozing waterfall, back arched, hands supporting her head, whispering dirty things to her while he stares deep into her eyes; “You like being my fuck doll don’t you”, “you’re such a good girl”, “Your pussy feels incredible”, “You make me so fucking hard baby”. He is reaching his limit, his climax, he feels his balls start to tingle as he reaches the point of no return. “Come on Lexx, wipe come all over me like a dirty slut” those finals words of seduction from Molly force Lexx overboard, he pulls out his rock and aims it towards the targets. The spume oozes out of Lexx’s cock gradually onto Mollys chest as he points the hose downwards, releasing his piece of meat forces one last little shot of come onto Mollys closed mouth, a little unexpected surprise for the wannabe come rag. “Whoops hahaha” Lexx emotes nonchalantly for his accident as the pair connect through a mutual laugh. Lexx steps away & out of the room to fetch some toilet paper & wet wipe for the mess. “Leave that!” Molly commands Lexx to leave the seaman on her body, only the mouth requires cleaning for the time being. The pair lay, kindling, talking for 30 minutes about their eventful day (8 hour booking), before sharing a hot shower together & saying their goodbyes.

There is something about going on long adventurous drives that is comforting, relaxing, and cool. Late night driving with the moon shining, minimal traffic (usually), and mild temperature; setting excellent moods for deep, life impacting decisions; getting back with an ex; having spontaneous, exciting, nerve racking, sex; and breaking up with a girlfriend. Day driving for clear skies, tour stops, and the loud laughs; giving your mind space to think creatively, admire any views you may have, and playing a good game of spoto. But driving is also dangerous.   One late night after finishing a quality 3“7-hour McDonalds shift my amazing cousin picked me up and was willing to take me home. He wasn't allowed to drive me anywhere unless for AFL or work purposes due to his 8 attempts at getting his red P plates. For work purposes, it meant whenever mum didn't want to take me or pick me up. So, my cousin & I took the long route home; we talked some shit and pathetically spun some wheels, he was always too chicken to spin the wheels properly. But then I called him a pussy and said he wouldn't do it....... We did it....... This is how the conversation went. Cousin "I went to Lismore the other night, want to go to Lismore again with me?" Me "Yeah, I'm down" Cousin "Nah, we better not. Your mum will get mad. She's a bitch when she is mad; no offense. Me "No, she won't even know. She will be asleep. Cousin "No your mum will kill me, I'm lucky to be doing this. There was a silent pause as we pulled up to the traffic lights. Cousin "Nah we better not, she will find out. She always finds out. Me Fucking pussy We waited for the light to turn green, probably about 1 minute; and we didn't go straight at that intersection. As we start turning right from the middle of the road. Where are we going? I ask. Cousin "Lismore." We started driving to Lismore at 11 pm. We made a McDonalds coffee run, a fuel stop & then we were off. Playing all the best from the 90's & 2000's punk rock. It was a great drive, great conversations & great music; we had just travelled through the mountain range that separates Queensland & New South Wales (for those who know the roads, we travelled through Beaudesert) when the phone rang. Yes; yes, it was. MOTHER It was now about 12:30, 1:00 am. Her: "Hey ________, where are you" The pause in the ummmmm that followed was tense and eery. "Uuuuuummmmmm we're just driving around the city" My cousin replied. "Okay well, are you with Lexx? "Yes, I picked him up from work" "Okay, you are going to bring him home now. Drop him off, you know the rules. "Okay _________ we will be back in about 30 minutes. "30 MINUTES, YOU SAID YOU WERE IN THE CITY!" "Yeah the city, around the city, northside. We're just hanging out. "I don't care, home now!" ...........  We were probably 30 minutes from Lismore so we were at best 2 hours away from home, not 30 minutes.I could get away with things, I had my tricks; my cousin was not so fortunate. So, in this instance I wasn't getting in trouble he was. We did a 180 spin and flawed it back home to try to cut the drive in half, which was never going to happen; especially because it had been raining the previous days. What was supposed to be a 1-hour attempt at a 2-hour drive turned into a 6 hour nightmare. We were flying back through the mountain range at speed; probably about 80km; I was the GPS telling my cousin which direction to turn (there was next to no visibility), left turn, right turn, right turn. I took my eyes away for a split second and was a second behind in my direction. We went off the road and down into the forestation. Thankfully neither of us was hurt, and the car survived a few more months. But due to where we were in NSW & QLD tow truck companies were sending us back and forth; mum kept ringing every minute but due to horrible reception, we couldn't get many words in. We were stuck in the middle of a mountain with no help, no car, no food, no water and one pissed off woman. Thankfully someone came to our rescue a short 2-3 hours later; a local motorcyclist who was photographing a big, annual, community ride through the mountains. He waved over the biggest hill billy looking, beat up ute driving red neck you could find. The redneck grabbed his chain and ripped the car out of its current bed; exactly how you would imagine a hillbilly redneck would. We washed the car before driving home to face the noise. We both got the silent treatment at first but my cousin got a scolding later. I got a grounding later. Reading this you might think, how is this a bad boy on your behalf? Well it's not really. It's just a good story with a hint of "you're a little shit. I will be back next year, until then have an amazing holiday, share the time with your loved ones, friends, and family. Give back, give more. Wish you all a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year! The world of love, Lexx Soule The Perfect Gentleman.

*NO REAL NAMES ARE USED IN THIS BLOG.   Over my entrepreneur journey I have been forced to work a wide range of occupations, one of them being a fruit ninja. Yes, I used to get paid to cut and pack fruit. Fun fact, they have a fruiterer course where you can study how to be a fruit ninja. No, I never did the course. Now while I was working at the shop I developed the biggest crush for the boss's daughter, she was sexy! Cute smile, well dressed, innocent appeal, nice tits, great ass. We didn't speak a lot at first, just a few “hi, how are you?”, but a few glances later, made us aware of each other. When I found out she was single *Thanks to asking her dad. I took the opportunity. I asked for her number. We started talking & going on a few social dates (sushi, the movies, coffee), we had some fun times together, she was one really cool chick. One night after seeing a movie we went to a secret spot to get our jungle fever on, from that night on we were fucking a few times a week. She wasn't so innocent! It was a little awkward at times though, I would have sex with the Chloe one night, wake up before her dad, arrive to work before her dad, for him to arrive an hour later & ask how my night was. And in a way that was like he knew, and he wanted me to know, that he knew, I knew, he knew. I don’t mean to brag but there was times the whole house KNEW! So it would be a little awkward at times. Funny enough her mum always played it cool.    We started dating for a little while, during this period we use to help her dad by selling his fruit & vegetables at a local market. Working at the markets was an experience, apart from the 3am wake up times and the quiet days where we would come home with a half full van of fruit & vegetable it was good, and at times fun. Every time without fail though, we would enjoy the Transylvanian styled breakfasts, they were delicious. One morning, my morning wood would just not lower itself down. I was horny, hard and wanted to fuck! So while moving the fruit from the cold room to the van we did just that. I bent her over the banana boxes and fucked the boss's daughter in his cold room for about 10 minutes, the moans were loud and our fruits were ripe! We finished with me ejaculating into a condom. it was a fun quick fuck! This continued to happen several times over our one-year relationship, we would fuck in the work van too if we arrived at the markets early enough, we would bang one out on the way home, it was good fun! To this day her dad still doesn't know, there were no cameras in that part of the shop, and obviously it is not something we intended to bring up at the dinner table.  Unfortunately, we are no longer dating, we stay in contact and talk occasionally, she doesn't know I'm an escort (maybe she does). She was a bright girl, a good girl, a beautiful girl, and hopefully one day our paths can cross again.   Thank you for reading, L. Soule. xoxo

“AH, AH, AH, AH, AH, AH, AH, AH” Olivia moans as Lexx ploughs his meat deep into her delicacy from behind, face down ass up is the way this pair currently fuck. Olivia’s tight, small love handles are the perfect hand grip for Lexx’s hands as he pushes his meat deep. In & out, in & out, in & out, in & out, in & out. With his understanding of what the client likes & her boundaries he pleasures her through ass squeezes, nape holding, light back scratches, and dirty talk. “You like having young cock fill your hole”, “Olivia likes being a little fuck doll”, “You make my cock pulsate so damn hard”, “You’re a dirty, dirty girl”. Affirmations similar to these, echo through the room as Lexx & Olivia enjoy their morning workout. Lexx’s mirth only grows as he watches Olivia’s booty jiggle with every thrust, the petite woman’s booty has quite a lot of cushion for Lexx to push on, with every penetration it extenuates her cellulite, which Lexx finds very sexy. Growing tired & fatigued from the current position Lexx lays Olivia flat on her stomach, with a pussy so wet that water would be considered dry Lexx plays a little game, pausing before he slides his cock back down her hole. Pulling out, holding, then penetrating hard & deep. Pulling out slowly, holding, then penetrating hard & deep. No complaints come out of Olivia’s mouth, only ooo’s, aaahh’s, and ooohhhh’s. Good sex to start the day. After 5 minutes of fun Lexx goes back to a rhythmic thrusting as he bounces his hips on the cushions that lay under him, a puddle starts to form under Olivia as her pussy enjoys it’s protein. *Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. “ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH.” Lexx grunts while bouncing up and down on his balloons, laying as a dead weight Olivia enjoys her cock, light moaning that compliment her breathing patten. This is the kind of sex that is just plain, simple, and fun.   With both patrons in a comfortable position this bouncing goes on for 10 minutes, neither Lexx nor Olivia feel the need to change. Olivia has a pulsating vagina & Lexx has a perfect rhythm, why change the winning formula. It is only when Olivia turns her head and see’s the time that she asks Lexx to come all over her “Lexx” Olivia seductively moans, “Yes, miss?” he grunts, “You’re doing such a good job, and if we could lay here all day I would, but I have somewhere to be. Would you please come all over me and make me your come rag?” “That’s what you need is it?” Lexx returns. “Yes, I need you to come all over my ass and make me feel special” she lightly moans, closing her eyes for the last moments of tranquillity. Lexx leans down closer to Olivia, whispering dirty talk into his come rag’s ear, nibbling and biting at her ear & neck in the process. The strength & speed of his hips increases simultaneously, the combination sends goose bumps down Olivia’s body, she starts to feel the rising sensations of an orgasm, leading her to tuck her right hand under her body to rub her wet clit. “You want to be a little come rag do you? You like how Lexx fucks your little cock hole! You like having 26 year old thick cock fill your hole! You deserve this young cock though don’t you, such a good girl, always pleasing everyone else, this is your time to be pleased, your time to indulge! This young cock is about to come all over your ass & you’re about come from having this young cock bounce on your ass!” “Yessss, oh fuck yes, I am, I am, I am” Olivia climax’s quietly as Lexx pulls himself out, the latex coving his meat is thrown to the ground and seamen is expelled from the tip of his uncut piece, dribbling all over Olivia’s behind. “That was a big load!” Olivia laughs, “Yeah hahaha” Lexx replies as he breathes heavily while standing over Olivia. Lexx cleans up his mess, and the pair get ready for their day. THE END. Thank you for reading, L. Soule. xoxo

Terhe is ntohnig you cna’t do if you turley set yuor mnid to it. In tihs bolg you wlil dsiocevr if we are cmpotailbe wtih each ohetr. Tihs ltitle mnid gmae was semohtnig taht I larnet a lnog tmie ago from a Fceaobok meme, if you put your mnid to it, you wlil be albe to read tihs wlhoe bolg and be albe to eyrcnpt the msesgae. Let us keep tihs sorht and sewet, bcuaese radenig tihs tpye of txet can be trinig and dfifiuclt. But yuor biarn larens to sikm raed and apdat, as lnog as the frsit and lsat lteters are the smae, all the lteters in the mdlide of the wrod can be jmulebd Waht is it taht you wnat from our cneonitcon, from our pforssenoial rlaetonisihp? Is it sex? Cmponiaohsip? Tavrel cmponiaon? If you tkae me tvarlelnig you wulod hvae all trehe. I wnat you. I wnat to fcuk you! I wnat to ssneullay pasele you! To tease you! I wnat you! NOW! You wlil never frgoet our eperxinece teohgetr, my lpis wlil siatn yuros, the sleml of my cloonge wlil lngier in yuor nsoe for wekes, yuor psusy wlil saercm! Tehn you wkae up bucsaese it was jsut a darem. You hvae been dmaernig auobt me aigan, “I need to hrury up and mkae tihs bkoniog”, at 1am in the mrnonig the eaiml is snet. Two dyas ltear you meet me udenr the hetol sehtes, tgnlaed tghteoer are our feet, it has been an huor sncie yuor dciaely has met my maet. “Gdboyoe” I lvaee lkie I geret, a wram ksis on the cehek, but mroe ccok is waht you paeld. At the lsat mmeont you eentxd our tmie, tihs tmie the roticeepn clal tlnlieg us it is psat the hetol’s bdtmiee. FCUK! I WNAT TO FCUK YOU NOW! Thank you for reading, L. Soule. xoxo

First things first, I’m short. What this means is I am completely unattractive and should never ever be considered as a potential date, short people have nothing going for them, are horrible conversationalists, horrible in bed & every short person has a 2-inch cock. Do you still want to take me on a date? Okay it’s not all that bad, I mean when you inquire I send you a professional form that just asks for your name, D.O.B (apparently this is important), where we are meeting, how long you would like to hire me for, the date of our booking, and then I ask for 2 photos as identification, 1 portrait photo & 1 photo identification. I cross check your name & D.O.B with the photo identification, this is my safety procedure to make sure you aren’t a psychopath or a catfish. But obviously this just too much to ask of any person ever, it’s not like government papers & doctors applications you sign ask for all of this. And they never screw us in the ass. I’m actually A sexual. The exploration of sex with a new person is disgusting and I don’t want to talk about it. The idea of a man touching a woman and making her pussy wet is gross. But somehow I still manage to keep losing my virginity! it’s a horrible habit of mine, does anyone have any good recommendations for loss prevention? This one time I lost it in the cold room fridge of a fruit shop, just like the washing machine eats our clothes, the fridge ate my virginity. If you’re older than 28 it just won’t work. Cellulite isn’t sexy, mature feminine energy does not empower my masculine, shopping with an older woman is ssssoooooo boring, and once you’re older than 28 sex just isn’t for you anymore. I promise I never had crushes on my friends mums. Now let’s have the conversation about conversation. I lack confidence & can’t talk to people, I don’t know how to do it and it makes me extremely nervous. Most of my life I have been a hermit who has hidden in my parents basement trying to become a professional gamer, until 1 month ago I was the number one LOL player in the world, defeated by my arch nemesis KwanZimokomko. Unfortunately, this means my parents are kicking me out of the basement and forcing me into the “real” world, I made a deal with my stepdad that if I lost my title I would leave the basement, turns out he is a “real man” who enforces his word. This last month of the “real” world & human interactions I have met 4 people, making 1 acquaintance. Okay I got a little personal then, sorry don’t spank me. Let’s get back on track about why you should not hire me as an escort. So most other industry professionals that I have talked to recommend I shower before & after seeing every client. I am lucky to shower once a week! Like I’m sorry honey’s I’m not changing my Wednesday shower day routine just for you, I have a 1-hour shower weekly and that’s it! I wash my hair, wash my body, I don’t shave though. I did that once in high school and nearly cut my dick off, I can’t afford to lose another inch, I’m already at 2, if I lose 1 more you aren’t going to experience any pleasure. There is 10 years of quality hair growth, don’t worry though I shampoo and condition it too, it looks like Jesus but on my dick. But I brush my teeth everyday and use the sexiest smelling cologne, Bad Boy by Carolina Herrera. So if I’m such a terrible escort why am I in this industry? That’s a good question, I’ve been thinking about it myself and can’t quite put my finger on it. Apparently, the lingo is to just say you want to please women. Apparently copying everyone else’s biography is a thing too, thank God for copy paste. In a summary you should not hire me as your escort because I’m short, I have a 2 inch pecker, I am not professional and gather more information than government documents, I am A sexual and have a horrible habit of losing my virginity (apparently it’s important), I love my woman like I love my wine (aged well with a fine spice), I have no confidence and am a horrible conversationalist, I only moved out of my parents basement 1 month ago, I only shower on Wednesday, with my 2-inch dick being the nose of Jesus. Wishlist: Just a private jet 1 Tonne of magic mushrooms Carolina Herreraa – Bad Boy cologne $100 Woolworths gift card Favourites: Music/song: Lil Texas – Starships Food: 2-minute noodles with both the chicken & beef sachets mixed Location: The move to my parents couch has been quite pleasant Influencer: Andrew Tate Car: Suzuki Swift Thank you for reading my biography. I hope I never see you again, regards, lexx soule. SMS: 0411 316 973 Email: lexxsoule@gmail.com

Have you ever worked for someone who does sweet fuck all and expects you to do everything! Well that is what this story is about. Previously I have worked in retail, Love the industry, love providing customer service, but came to hate working with snub nosed, golden shit taking, hypocritical, lazy colleagues. Okay not all retail workers are like that, but from my experience there is more then less. I loved this job, it was a suiting company, the clothes were high quality, affordable, and most of (97%) of my customer experiences were fantastic. But there was one manager that I could just never get along with. Before telling you how I got fired I do want to compliment this man, he had swarve style, he smelt expensive, and on the occasion that we had conversations we would have good conversations. Towards women he was a gentleman, and towards men he would style them appropriately. But! He was also very lazy, never punctual, and shat golden shits that smelt like sunflowers on the first day of spring. There was a build-up of dilemmas that ultimately lead to my position being taken from me. But what put the nail in the coffin was the day I said "Go fuck yourself" & "If you keep pointing your finger at me & telling me what to do, I will grab you by the hair and skull drag you out to the bin area to beat the shit out of you"    LEXX!!!!!   I know, I know. Very inappropriate. Before you judge me though Matthew McConaughey said a similar thing to his Australian homestay family when he wouldn't call them Papa & Mama. So while I don't condone my actions, I have no regrets.   How did it get to that?!?!   6 hours of watching him intensely scroll up & down YouTube deciding what Jazz playlist to play next. That was that nail in the coffin. Look, I understand authority, I understand the hierarchy, but I also know that work is to be done. So when you never greet a customer and when try to order your subordinate while INTENSELY deciding what YouTube song to play next. Lexx says no way! On one particular day I had tried to neaten up the shirt wall, successfully finishing a quarter by myself (this wall was another kind of messy). While I was standing there folding shirts, I watched as his finger would twitch the mouse up & down, up & down, up & down, up & down, up & down, up & down, up & down, up & down. One more time. Up & down, up & down. FOR 6 HOURS! By the end of the day I did not care what he had to say, I left work not saying anything, knowing full well I would be back tomorrow. That's when the volcano erupted.   Arriving on time with a smile on my face ready to continue my work on the wall. 10 minutes pass, 20 minutes pass, 30 minutes pass, 45 minutes pass before the store manager decides to show up to work. Obviously by this time I was irritated so a good morning did not leave my mouth. Being late was a regular occurrence for him too.  I start on the wall again, "Lexx stop doing that, you're wasting time, do something else" he ordered from his computer. This started a small argument and me telling him he does nothing, is rude to customers by never greeting them and that his continual late appearances is a waste of everyone's time & money. But then I asked what he would like me to do and followed instructions. After half a day of folding, watching him make more of a mess, and steal my customers I had enough. I turned into a big pain in the ass. The folding table was cluttered, with his personal clothes that he would sell while at work, with alterations that were needed, stock that wouldn't fit on the floor. So once there was no room, I started piling the clothes on the keyboard, in front of the computer screen, the receipt printer, his water bottle, wherever would be an inconvenience for him. He knew what I was doing too but did not react, he would just move things back to my folding zone. The customer would leave & the clothes went straight back on the keyboard. After about 30 minutes of no customers he stood across the table from me to exchange his opinion of me and what I was doing. Things got heated and he started to raise his voice and point his finger at me. This is when I told him that if he was to keep pointing his finger at me & telling me what to do I would grab him by the hair and skull drag him out to the bin area to beat the shit out of him, not breaking eye contact. "Time for you to go Lexx" he informed me, so I did. I went to the back area, grabbed my things, one of his up & Go's, and never worked with him again. The CEO visited the state a week later and paid me a visit, to cut a long story short they informed me I would no longer be working for the company.  Since leaving the company other people have informed me that the said manager still shows up to work an hour late, still sells his own clothes during work hours, and still never greets customers.  It hurt being fired, but that is just the way the cookie crumbled.    I now know if I am ever in that position again, to just bite my tongue and walk away.   Thank you for reading, L. Soule. xoxo

This series ‘Bad Boy Lexx' is an accumulation of stories where I have been a bad boy and lived my rebellious spirit.   THE HAIRCUT. The service that I received from this barber was by far the WORST SERVICE I HAVE EVER EXPEREINCED!   Recently (About 2 weeks ago) I was due for a haircut, I had a mop, mullet, hedgehog, bowl cut thing happening and a date with a client that week, I had been putting a haircut off and now it was time to be productive. Unfortunately the last hairdressing salon that I went to had permanently shut down. She did an incredible job too, without a shadow of a doubt the best cut I have ever received for my new style, possibly the best haircut ever. What makes this even worse is that it was the first time I had gone to that hairdresser, found my girl, then she leaves, story of an escort. Being a long way from previous barbers & the city, a local barbershop it was. Knowing the area I knew exactly what shop it was & had previously spoken to the owner, lovely lady, Unfortunately it was an employee and not the owner that was cutting my hair. When I walked in all was well, I sat down showed the employee the style that I wanted, explaining my individual styling difference. I ask for an undercut, styled forward with a fringe. Everything was going fine, the employee checked in with me halfway through to make sure I liked the back. But then we got to the end! The left side of my head was great, I complimented the cut, it was fantastic, the right side had not been “undercut”, it was a really messy blend. The whole haircut was good except for this one side. After explaining my concern and observations the employee unreluctantly “fixed” the cut. It was not fixed. This obviously piqued her a little as she told me she could not do any more and that the haircut was finished, rushing the clean-up, wipe down process. By this time there was 2 other gentleman waiting & 1 having his haircut from the owner, he was a regular based off their conversations. The owner intervened to analyse my hair, I precisely, and nonchalantly explained what was wrong with the haircut, going back to mirror, standing directly in front of her eye to eye. “It’s fine, it’s exactly what you asked for” she explained, after explaining and showing her the problem again she snapped “Fine, once I’ve finished with this gentleman, I’ll work on it. Just sit down and shut up”. “That’s okay, I don’t want you to” I calmly started walking past her to collect my things and leave without paying for my haircut. She was barking at me as we walked up the street “excuse me, you need to pay for your haircut!”, “You can’t just leave without paying for a haircut”, “I’m calling the police”, “(employees name) call the police”. But I was calm, I did not raise my voice, I did not run I just walked with her for about 2 blocks before sitting on a bench waiting for the police that never came. When seated & waiting I raised some valuable arguments with her. If you went to a nail salon and asked for red nails but they give you blue nails what are you going to do? Ask them to change it? Maybe you don’t have time. What are you going to do? For the purpose of this blog let’s put this into perspective of a sex worker. If you as the client have requested tantric sex and they service fast paced vanilla sex, what are you going to do? If you have paid $500 for a couple hours of fun and the provider arrives stoned and un-cognitive, what are you going to do? Ask for a refund or give a horrible review. While seated I was taking her fancy, she was extremely cute, her outfit was adorable, and so I gave her a few compliments as well. “You look really cute in that skirt”, “You are beautiful”, “Can I take you out to dinner?”. Yes I asked to take her out to dinner. Obviously, she did not accept the offer of invitation, and after 5 – 10 minutes of conversation she walked back to the shop & I walked home. At the time of writing this (8.09.2023) no police have knocked on my door.   Had the owner said “Okay, sit down and I will fix it when I’m finished with this gentleman”. I would have sat down, waited, and paid. Even if she did not make my hair perfect, just acknowledging the error and attempting to rectify the problem would have been enough for me to pay but never return. But “sit down & shut up” makes Lexx say “time to pack up”. I do want to clarify, this was not a $10 quick fix shop, $40 men’s cut. I did not leave a negative review on any of her pages, I do not write this to shame her or her business, just one of my life stories where I was a bad boy and did not pay for my haircut.   Warm regards, L. Soule.   *If the owner of the shop is reading this, can I please take you out on a date?

Lexx picks up the 5 ft 2 inch petite Oliva with ease, launching her onto the bed mattress as he walks through the balcony door. Quickly he follows up his throw by crawling on top of his woman and passionately locking his lips with hers before latching onto her neck, licking, sucking & nibbling all the way from her jawline to her collar bone, these acts of intimacy tickling her intensely, she tries to push Lexx away from her neck but this only meets a tethering grip from his hands. Lexx knows she loves the playful act of dominance. His lips linger from the collar bones further down her body, the middle of her chest, her breasts, her beautiful C cup breasts a beautiful piece art, kissing & making out with the whole breast before paying a short attention to the thin pointy nipples that Olivia owns, flicking his tongue lightly but quickly across the tip of her nipple, gently sucking them (She does not like her boobs played with roughly). The whole time he is massaging and pleasure the body fat that is her boobs. His lingering breath continues it’s way down her body, kissing and making out with all the right places, under her ribs, her stomach, her hips, her pubic area, Lexx then greets the outer labia shaped lips with a small pash, Olivias’ heart skips a beat & a breath of air leaves her lungs as she relishes the moment. Lexx performs cunnilingus on the women, and well. Her juices flowing rapidly into Lexx’s mouth, the taste of pineapple and fruit fill his mouth with mirth, the feeling of a tongue going up & down making Olivia’s head go round & round. 2 fingers find themselves deep inside of her dripping silk, beginning with a running man come here motion for a few minutes, before increasing the intensity and speed with straight fingers punching the inside of her gooey hole. Before finishing his cunnilingus and fingering he had one more fingering manoeuvre, hooking his index and middle finger up he continued his in & out motion, the sheet grabbing, toe curling, lung suffocating orgasm starts to brew, the kettle is nearing boiling point.   Lexx pulls away. “Are you kidding me” Olivia groans, throwing her hands down on the bed with a playful frustration. Lexx has given her relaxing orgasms again, and again, and again, and it has been a while since he has edged her. “SSSSSHHHHH” Lexx puts his gooey, soaked index finger over Olivia’s lips, signalling her to behave, “Open” Olivia listens to Lexx’s command, sucking on his delicious, juicy fingers. No words necessary as Lexx glides his 6x6 piece deep inside of Olivia, the veiny cock filling Olivia’s goo, while extinguishing the oxygen from her lungs. Lexx begins his hip thrusts, sliding in & out, in & out, in & out, in & out, in & out, in & out. The good continuous thrusting goes on for 10 minutes, Lexx toppling over his client, fucking her in missionary, side missionary, massaging her feet, kissing all up her calf’s, the sex was good, the moans were consistent, the breathing was synchronised. Lexx Rolls his beautiful client onto her side and lifts her knee up her body, a pretzel formation. leaning over, he nuzzles her ear, her neck, biting down loudly but with no skin contact, Olivia feels cherished, loved, cared for, like the sexy businesswoman she deserves to be. Lex rolls his hips, gaining speed, getting faster, and harder, then Lexx leans back to an upright and pounds her hole *Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. “Oh fuck, Lexx” Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. “Please. Don’t. Stop.” Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Lexx fucks Olivia hard, Lexx fucks her like she wants, Lexx fucks her so hard that Coffee would be compared weak to this morning juice. Another 10 minutes fuck past, before Lexx takes himself away for a drink of water, Olivia lays in the morning sunlight, relaxing, waiting, for more.   To be continued

The breeze was cool, the wind light, the morning sun peaking over the horizon. The tip of the flaming ball giving life to the day that is, you would not be able to ask for a more clear, beautiful, morning if you wanted too. Olivia dressed in nothing but her bathrobe enjoying a hot chocolate by herself on the 26th story balcony, watching the day begin while waking in her hotel bed lay Lexx Soule, the 26 year old escort she hired for the weekend. In 4 hours she will say goodbye to Lexx until they meet again, probably in a month. Her body already at comfortable temperature, but the added warmth of Lexx’s bare body around her is eagerly welcomed. “Good morning” Lexx greets as he kisses the back of her shoulder, “good morning handsome” the 38-year-old returns, half turning her body to the man she pays. “My pussy is still tingling from last night” she seductively informs Lexx, closing the gap between the pair at the same time, her intentions clear, and Lexx’s morning wood still yet to dissipate. “It’s also clear you still have more to give” Olivia continues as she grips the 26-year-olds 6 inch cock, no words necessary for Lexx to agree. The pair lock eyes for a second before Lexx grabs Olivia, spins them both 180 degrees, pins her to the glass door and starts passionately manhandling her. Untying the robe Lexx forces a body-to-body connection that sends energy down both bodies, the kisses are as perfect as they were the night before, the sexual energy also giving life to the day. Grabbing both breasts Lexx stuffs his face in-between and starts motor boating them loudly and passionately, suffocating himself is the last of his worries, she giggles, she laughs, she exhales, she is aroused. Before Lexx can give the next instruction, Olivia tries to direct them into the room, Lexx is quick though, grabbing her wrist and bringing her to an instant stop. “Bend over the railing” he commands sexually, Oliva sees the same opportunity he sees, she obeys his command like a good girl, resting her forearms on the railing she extends her hips back for Lexx to penetrate her deep. He rubs his cock up and down the sensitive area a couple times, he teases her, then slowly he glides his 6x6 inch cock all the way into her, the pair simultaneously exhale together. The first few pumps are slowly to make sure that her entire inside & his cock are lubricated, once comfortable he picks up the pace to a good morning fuck! Not hard, not soft, a good consistent thrust into Olivia’s pink hole. “AH, AH, AH, AH, AH, AH, AH” She moans as the birds’ chirp and Lexx breathes, the pair both enjoy the sunrise with their perfect start to the morning. To be continued

You may of read my previous blog, Why Would Someone Hire An Escort, in that blog I wrote a small phrase referencing ‘selected escorts’, in the context I was referring to travel companions. While a lot of providers may be open to the idea of traveling to another city or country with you, not all are compatible with you, and the same goes for your sexual desires. Some men offer a porn star experience. Some require 10 minutes to get into rhythm and a steady flow, some are sensual tantric masters. Some require you to fill out security forms and pass on photo identification. Some are happy posting their cock for the world to see for free. Depending on the service you are after, is the type of provider best suited to your needs. In this short blog I aim to educate you on how to choose the right male provider for you, while highlighting some safety measures for you to be aware of at the end. All the information in this blog is based off my own knowledge and experience, so please be safe and use some of your own common sense, and knowledge when choosing the right provider for you. This blog will be spoken in the context of a heterosexual male provider as that is what I identify as, if you identify differently and contest what I have to say, please go back and read sentence two of this paragraph again.   The first question you need to ask before searching for an escort is “what do I want out of this?” Do you just want a one night fling, do you potentially want a recuring thing, do you need a social date to accommodate you to all your friends weddings? Have you left your husband of 20 years, have some money behind you and now want a boy toy to fuck you when you need it and reward with holidays & gifts when you feel generous? Maybe you are an older woman who is now A-sexual and would just love some company to breakfasts, hiking, and the movies. Before even beginning to look at the cute, sexy, luring photos of men, you need to ask yourself “What do I want out of this?”   Next ask yourself what you are willing to spend, what is your budget. This is important because when we talk about the next topic ‘looks’, you might find the industry’s biggest and best the most attractive, only find out he is $600+ per hour. Are you taking him to dinner first? Will you pay for a hotel, or will you save money and have the rendezvous at your place, or if offered, their place? These are things you must take into consideration. So again, ask yourself “What do I want out this?” then ask, “How much am I willing to spend?” Once you have established what you want & your budget move onto looks. Not just his photo’s, but also how his profile is laid out, it doesn’t have to be the latest and greatest, but it should be put together in a way that shows the man respects himself & his business. Looks is quite simple, go through the directory of your choice and find the most attractive looking men in your eyes. Now, before you cross check his hourly rate with your budget do this one small step. Read his Biography & look through the social media links he provides. This is important because you might desire someone who has really good conversation for the dinner you’re about to treat him too. Check his grammar and English to see if he appears well educated & has life experience (good emotional intelligence), he doesn’t have to have a bachelors in major English either, but just like the profile, does his biography look like he put a genuine effort into representing himself. You might find a website or blog, similar to this one, furthering your confidence in his ability to confer & connect with you on a deeper level. Social media is a big one today, taking some time to see if the content he posts aligns with his profile and perceived brand, will go a long way ensuring you get what you want. Now! Cross check everything with your budget. The reason you cross check is because you might find the perfect looking guy, who has an incredible biography, but! He is one of the more expensive escorts. Your favourite might be $600 an hour and the next best candidate is $300 an hour, your initial budget was $1,000 for 4 hours, what will you do? You might decide it is worth indulging and spending that little bit extra for this occasion or you might play it safe and go for the next best. Who knows maybe the dollar value turns out to just be a number and the next best becomes the next month.   Okay so you have your goal, you have a date in mind, you have your selected man. NOW WHAT! “Hey, how are you”, “Hi”, “Whn r u avilble”. These 3 examples are a few of THE WORST introductions you could send. Some escorts are okay with a phone call, some only want SMS, some want an email. You’ve done your research so you already know which is their preferred method of contact, now you just take a breath and introduce yourself. “Hello ______(Providers name), my name is ________. I found your profile on_________(Directory) and would like to hire you for a _________(Type of service e.g. sexual service/ companionship/ dinner date) on ______ (date) at _______(time). Are you available?   The template that has been given above would light up your escorts face! It is polite, you introduce yourself, you tell him what you want, when you want it and for how long you want to see him. Professional providers who are serious about their work could not ask for a better message then this, it shows a mutual understanding and respect, it is almost impossible to not be seen. Then just be patient & wait for his response Some escorts including myself have security forms listed in the contact section of our directories for you to fill out. Some, including myself will request for photo ID. This is because just like how you are paying to meet a stranger, we sex workers are being paid to meet a stranger. My security form looks like this: Fall name: D.O.B: Date & day of service: Length of service: Type of service: Location of service: Please attach a portrait photo & photo ID   Most of that is just tailored to the booking. If your initial message doesn’t follow the original template I gave you and you said something similar to this “Hey Lexx, I want to book you for a massage & sex tonight, are you available?”, that is okay, you are still being relatively politely and directly asking for the service you desire. This is when I would say something like “Hey, thank you for reaching out to me, yes I am available tonight and would love to give you a massage & sex. Please complete the security form below to progress with your booking”, I would attach my template and wait for a response to progress with the booking. Now most escorts don’t use their real names while working, so some may not be willing to share their drivers’ licence or identification card, and look that is just the way it works. However, what you have as your security is the directory you found the man on and his social media. If an escort was to misuse your confidential information, try to blackmail you, stalk you or anything else of malicious intent you could simply send an email to the directory, and they would most likely help you find a solution. Because chances are if the provider has done it once they have done it before and/ or will do it again.   Before going onto the final stages of choosing your escort, let’s talk about a travel companion. Now I have not had the luxury of being a travel companion yet, however being a service I provide, I want to talk about a recommended way to plan it. It might seem like common sense, but you can never be too sure. Before committing to a weekend away in the hinterland of Victoria with your boy toy from Brisbane, you should meet them a few time, have good conversation, have a coffee together or a lunch. Maybe you live in Sydney and multiple face to face meetings is too expensive before the adventure, ask to arrange a Zoom or Skype call. This is a cheaper and easier way to get to know your escort before committing.   So you have your reason, you have your budget, you have found the man, you have made the booking, paid your deposit, organised the remaining funds. NOW WHAT?! Get excited! Depending on the service you have asked for will determine what you need to get ready. If it’s a simple dinner date, pick out your favourite dress, provide yourself some more TLC by doing your hair (doing it at home is fine), maybe you want to do a light hydration face mask to brighten your skin and make you feel sexy & divine (don’t risk using a new product), put on some light perfume, and organise your transportation.   If it’s just some fun sex in your bed, make the room presentable, make your bed, open the windows for a few hours prior, put the air conditioner on, put anything you don’t want seen out of clear site, light a scented candle if that’s your thing. Like the dinner maybe you want to have a skin brightening face mask prior (don’t risk using a new product), clean your teeth and apply some light perfume. You can leave your hair, it’s going to get messy anyway.   If it’s a travel companion service you have hired, tell your safest friend or family member the location, the escorts name and his social media and profile details. Know where you are going, how you will both be getting there, what you will need to pack etc. like I said earlier a lot of this comes down to a little common sense. If you’re travelling somewhere that escorting is illegal, for example South Australia, have that brief conversation about who you both are and why you are together. Chances are nothing will happen, but better to be safe.   Now you’re meeting each other, he is walking towards you. Sharp jaw, cute smile, your eyes lock, he knows it’s you, you know it’s him, your butterflies are going crazy. Take a break, take a breath and just introduce yourself as you would anyone else you have just met, “Hi, ________(escort name)?”, greet with a gentle kiss on the cheek and hug “lovely to meet you! How are you?” and from there let the conversation flow. It’s fascinating to learn that most interactions just appear normal if you let them. Do be wary of the questions you ask in public spaces though, for your own comfort & the providers. Questions like “Why did you become an escort?”, “Do you like being an escort?”, “What is the sex industry like?” are questions best suited to quiet, secluded areas. Talk to them as if they were a “normal” person. If it’s a sexual interaction sure sexualise the conversation by saying something like “I’m excited to feel your body against mine”, “I’m a little nervous, I’ve never been with a man like you before”, if it is a social companionship styled date, get to know them as a person “what have you done in the last week, month, year, decade?” “How was their travel to the rendezvous? Did the uber driver want to talk a lot?” “What are you most looking forward to about the experience with me?”. A good escort will be able to flow with these types of questions & reciprocate good questions back. Using words like escort, sex worker, provider, getting paid for sex bring the attention on to the both of you, which I’m going to guess neither of you really want.   Escorts will discuss payments individually, but now that you are in the midst of your booking, enjoy it, and stay present. Learn about another humans life, most escorts have fascinating stories to tell and are excellent communicators, share some of your own. If it’s a sexual booking enjoy your time, let him know at the beginning of the booking if you would like him to lead or if you’re going to be top and want to teach your boy a thing or two. Constantly checking in with each other to make sure both parties are enjoying themselves. And always remember be Safe, Sane, And Consensual (A mantra typically referred to in kink but should be something across all forms of sexual interactions).   After your booking concludes nothing happens until the next appointment, unless you two have privately agreed on conditions of contact. Some people like ongoing contact. Personally, I like to check in the next day and thank the client for choosing me as their provider, and make sure that they feel good. Because I understand that paying to see an escort can take a toll on you mental, spiritually, and physically, while also potentially being one of the most rewarding & fulfilling experiences. But it is also my gesture of good will to show you that you matter to me as a client, and that I respect you as a human being.   Before we conclude this blog I would like to walk through some warning signs to look for in escorts. Some sign you may not be able to work out until you meet them unfortunately, others are pretty standard. Spam follow ups. If you sent a good genuine enquiry using the methods listed above, then before you can reply to their confirmation message, you receive an abundance of spam messages saying, “Would you like to book!”, “Hey are you going to book me”, “I need to know if you are going to book” red flag. A follow up message is acceptable, depending on the message the client has sent I will follow up anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour, or even a couple days. Spam messaging is a sign that they do not care about you & have not got anything else happening with their life. Only 1,2 and I even go as far as 3 photos on their profile This comes back to the looks and self-presentation. They are not giving you a clear picture of what they look like, what they’re going to be wearing when they show up, or who they are. You want someone who at least puts 4 clear photos of themselves up, yes faces might be blurred but you can distinctly see their body, their fashion, any tattoos, on some directories their cock. To qualify them simply ask for your own security picture of them. When on a date only talks about themselves Unfortunately this is one of those warning signs that you won’t pick up on until they are right there in front of you. Unfortunately, there are men who carry their egotistic personality into escorting without realising it. You know the type, and it’s not just a good conversation where they are talking about their experiences, but a conversation where you will not speak and you will listen to him brag about how many girls he has had, how big his dick is, or how many times a day he goes to the gym. And no, it’s not just the stereotype I just mentioned that do this. The little Mr. Perfects are fantastic at it too. Tries to befriend you Some clients like an occasional conversation, it’s only natural, you’re paying someone for a service, you might want to check in once and a while, it builds good repour and good connection. Some escorts are against this, some clients are against this. As an escort we must read the conversation to understand someone’s motives, I have a couple girls that are not sex workers, but also not clients, that I talk to from time to time on social media. Usually just small chit chat, or little flirtatious remarks at one another’s post, while this may be seen as unprofessional to some people I disagree. Because in my context I’m just having conversation with another human being, I like to talk to people, I like listening to people, so small conversations between selected people who understand the nature of what I do and show mutual respect for time & energy is perfectly fine. HOWEVER! as a client if you have made a simple booking, date is confirmed, details are finalised, and that said escort is trying to have a D&M with you every day, trying to get personal, that is a warning sign. Maybe I’m wrong (I get things wrong sometimes), it might be apart of their service, but I will go out on whim here and say most escorts won’t have that as part of their service. I always confirm the details again a day before the scheduled date, that is good, but someone who is trying to be your “friend” before the scheduled booking is a warning for me. Save the conversation and repour building for the night.   Hopefully this blog has been educational for you, some of you may have read this and said “DURH”, which is good you already know what is expected and how to find your right man. For other who have learnt something, amazing! You now have some simple tips to help you find the right escort you need. Thank you for taking the time to read this blog, if you have any questions about the blog or would even like to share your views my inbox is always open for respectful discussions. If you are a sex worker yourself and would like to share your views on the knowledge I have shared today, or some of your own knowledge from your experiences please contact me for a respectful conversation.   For any enquires about my services or to make a booking please contact me via SMS or email.   0411 316 973 lexxsoule@gmail.com   Until next time!   Warm regards, L. Soule. xoxo

The chances are that if you are reading this, you have interest in or the thought of, hiring a man for a date, social gathering, travel companion, or sexual exploration. But why would someone like you want to hire a man such as myself? In this blog I hope to inform you of just a few reasons why and what an escort can provide. There are many reasons why you decide to hire an escort. Everyone has their own reasons, and no one should feel shame for using such services. After all it is one of the oldest professions around today. For some, sex is a taboo subject that is uncomfortable to talk about, seeing a professional gives them a space to be comfortable expressing their sexual desires. Sex is normal, sex is prolife, sex is fun, maybe you already know that, and just need someone you can trust to confer you that expression of sexual freedom. Maybe the dating scene is just not for you any more. To many bad tinder dates, to many bad experiences with guys you've recently met, maybe your girlfriends really aren't helping when they try to be the next MAFS match making expert. Whether it's the social & companionship side of dating that you want, or the good sex with cuddles & aftercare that you want. Seeing an escort gives you the ability to have all of this without the formal commitments of a relationship. Should a man come into your life and sweep you from your knees you don't even have to say goodbye. Your marriage has ended, or you have become widowed. Both experiences can be quite traumatic and make you no longer interested in "dating" another man. For the divorced, the idea of falling for someone else again is not something you want to currently endure. For the widowed, the idea for finding someone else may be seen as cheating.  You might not even want anything sexual, maybe you just want someone to go to dinner with, go for a morning walk with, go hiking, travelling & adventuring with. Selected escorts can accommodate that too. I will speak about that term "selected escorts" in another blog Maybe you're just an experimental, kinky couple who want to bring a trusted third party into the mix. Because it can be an anxious experience at first, you want a professional who is clean, respectful & makes you both feel comfortable with the experience.  I touched on it briefly moment ago, some escorts offer companionship services. This may be a companion for hiking & bush walking, this might be a travel companion to a new city or in some cases a new country, or even just something as simple as a person you meet for breakfast & dinner. With human nature needing human to human connection, it is normal to want somebody who can give you high quality connection, through conversation, through their well-groomed presentation, and through the experiences they share. There is an assortment of reasons why someone may see an escort, each individual, each normal, and each should be respected. Take your time, read through the biographies, look at the pictures, scroll through their social media. Do your own little research project and find the one for you and your needs. Hopefully this blog has given you some insight into the world of escorting, and given you a clearer picture of what brought you to this page. Thank you for reading, L. Soule.