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I have a client that actually likes the cold, well; actually he likes me to dress up as if I were cold. I’m waiting in for a parcel today. I had to wake up reasonably early to take phone calls (my phone switches on at 8am unless I’m meeting someone for breakfast) but I do like pottering about in my dressing gown, listening to the breakfast news.

So what am I waiting in for – a fur coat. It’s white and dark grey, hooded, with a belt and perfect for keeping me warm for my special- client who just loves me to wear fur coats. And they look so chic. The Chinese girls in the catalogue make everything look like it belongs on the catwalks of Milan. I have been to both countries and I always come away feeling like I want to buy everything on offer to me. At least, the gentleman who I’ve accompanied tends to want to flash his cash and spoil me. The kimono I’m going to be wearing at the moment is made of peacock-blue silk after a rather passionate week in Hong Kong.

Now, the fur coat I’m waiting in for was bought by me, for me. I donate to PETA every month so I’m very much for acrylic imitations. That said, I do own a full length Sable bought for me in Paris by a fervent admirer and lover of English company. He had it shipped to me here in London in a cream box tied, with a velvet ribbon. And despite my ethics and morals, I tried it on. My God…. have you ever felt real fur? Every way I stroked it kept the sheen and softness and I thought I was going to salivate. I do try and remain educated about the whole fur trade, but to have something so luxurious under my hands was almost surreal. My client arranged for me to wear it the next time he saw me – thankfully he sees me very late in the evening when a coat is needed otherwise I may look a bit out of place in the summer months but I am very thankful that it is now December. I obliged by donning very little else underneath. It has been hanging in a protective sheath in my wardrobe ever since. I could sell it on, I suppose, because I don’t see him anymore but stroking it often changes my mind.

Looking around my apartment, I can see my obvious admiration for soft furnishings. I have faux-fur throws in wolf-grey across one sofa and a sheepskin rug on the floor. I like my scatter cushions to be in velvets and furs – so I can dig my fingers into them – and the boudoir in the other room is a plethora of sumptuous drapes, throws and fabrics. Sensuality is of utmost importance to me as a proud British escort. If it feels good against bare skin, no one sees fit to complain.

Hopefully this new jacket of mine (thigh skimming in case you were wondering) will arrive by midday so if my favourite fur coat client does happen to book me I can be sure I have a new coat to wear.

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