I went on the radio !

To all those who bug me because I don't answer calls and they want to hear my voice to be reassured that I'm not a fake or a guy, your wishes are granted! You can listen to me in this episode of the superb program Les pieds sur terre from France Culture.

It was about talking about our outing and the reaction of our loved ones to this announcement. So first the testimony of a colleague, then mine, then my mother arrives at my house…yes she knows ! On the other hand, don't fantasize about my mom's voice instead of mine., i see you coming !!

The Barman

The world is small ! On my November tour, I went for a drink in the bar where one of my biggest Twitter followers works (@moureuxdusexe)…he put words to our hazardous encounter :

I am bartender. It is Monday. It's around 8 p.m....
There are few people, Mondays are always pretty quiet.
I finish washing the workstation by putting the last bottles back when two young women enter. I greet them, they answer me nicely, they look at the board on which the beers are written… We have little-known beers, so they ask me to help them choose, so far nothing unusual. I recommend them, we make a few jokes as is often done in a bar, they rule, take their beers and go sit at a table.
One of them reminds me of someone, but I see a lot of people in the bar, so I don't pay much attention to it.

I continue my little business, I serve other customers, the routine… From time to time I take a look around the room to make sure everything is fine, and I confess, I look at the two young women, they intrigue me, and are quite pretty...
And there, I have a flash.
I take my laptop, I connect on Twitter, I usually don't do it when I'm working, it could distract me… I have an access account on sex and women, a pleasure account… I quickly look for Mia's profile and I read that she is in my city for a few days because she has a few appointments with clients and in her last post she says that after her clients she is going to have a drink with a friend/colleague to end the day well…

Whore, Mia More is in my bar !!

Okay, it's not Brad Pitt or the Queen of England, but frankly it has the same effect on me. I've been following her for quite a while on her account and I love this chick, but then really ! His body, his mind, his fights, his profession… I like everything !

I see her getting up and approaching the bar. Then, I panic, like she knew i was on her profile spying on her, or something stupid in the genre… Yes I know it’s nonsense, but like i said, I panic…
Of course she comes just to recommend two drinks, I have the impression of liquefying myself and of not being able to speak, in fact it is more than an impression, that's really what I'm doing... No, but seriously, I must look like a jerk...
OK, I'll stay professional., I do my job (like a handle), she talks to me a little, "It's quiet on Mondays, you don't bother too much ?’’, me like a sucker I answer something like, ''yes yes, finally no no, well yes it depends…”
Pffff, anything me...
She pays, tell me thank you, and I answer "Thank you Mia".
Ok, it's cooked, in the discrete genre I will come back…
She looks at me a little surprised, smiles at me and leaves with the glasses. It's crazy the effect she has on me. I'm pretty comfortable in general but here I feel like a kid from 9 years all intimidated.

I do what I can not to look in his direction, but it is not obvious, she faces me. But it is okay, she also looks at me and smiles at me from time to time. Very good !
I continue my work, other customers come and go, some regulars also pass. Always routine...
And now she comes back. She takes me two glasses of the same beer, obviously they like it, I advised well, It reassures me. And then she asks me, "How do you know my name ?’’
I tell her I'm sorry, his name came out on its own just now, I tell her that I follow her on Twitter and that when I saw her I had a doubt so I checked and that now I felt a little stupid. She is too nice, she tells me that I have no reason to feel stupid and that she was happy that I followed her account and that it always makes her happy to have this effect on a man. We talk a little more, I thank her for being so nice, she thanks me for being nice, this kind of endless thanks… And I offer him the glasses to make up for being clumsy.

After their three halves, they get up to leave, they say goodbye to me and Mia wishes me good luck for the end and asks me if I will close late, I tell him that on Mondays in general it is quite calm and that there is a good chance that I will close around 11:30 p.m. or midnight. She says good luck to me again and they leave.
I feel too happy, I want to put on Twitter that I just met her and that I'm so happy, I might do it when I get home after closing. But really I'm so happy to have met her in person !

As expected, I close the bar around 11:30 p.m./midnight. More than cleaning to do and I can go back and tweet that she came to the bar, and I will take the opportunity to do as often, enjoy looking at their photos and videos.
Towards the end of my household, it's knocking at the door. I will see, often other bartenders come when their bar closes for a little drink of debauchery, but this time it's not that, this time, it's Mia...

She asks me if she can come in, I mumble a yes, she enters…
She tells me that she liked that I recognized her and that I made her understand. Once again I apologize. So she answers me “you can continue to apologize or we can do a lot of other things if you prefer…”
I am hot, I'm really hot !!
She is dressed, how to say, ''normally'', jeans, a hoodie, des baskets ; but strangely I see her with heels, stockings, a garter belt and a bra… I think it’s probably because of Twitter…
And then she inspires me that, I love the pictures of her body so much, especially the ones on which she is in sexy outfit. Her body is sexy !
The problem is that while I'm thinking all this in my head, I do not say anything. She tells me if I'm not interested she can leave.
'' no, no, not at all... Sorry. Yes I would love to do a lot of other things.

She smiles at me and walks towards the bar. She asks me if we can have a little drink together. Of course we can, in what world could I refuse such an offer !
We drink our little glass, we talk a bit. I take this opportunity to congratulate her on her behalf and that I find her brilliant. After a moment, not that long, she tells me she's getting excited...
I've been excited since I recognized her...
I ask him to wait two seconds. I go down to the reserve and I take 200 euros in tips (I will have to remember to put them back before sharing them with my colleague…) and I go up. Mechanically I put myself back behind the bar, and I put the money on the counter… She smiles at me again, I love her smile… I tell her that I don't have condoms, and she replies that she always has it on her, that she always has several on her… Not only am I excited, but it's starting to harden harshly in my jeans.

Without saying anything, she takes off her sweatshirt. She wears nothing underneath, she is topless.
Damn I love her tits. She goes around the bar and comes to stick against me to kiss me. We kiss languidly, as languidly as possible, I want to fully savor this moment !
She takes the package from me with the whole hand, she must have felt that I was hard with her pelvis glued to mine, she goes up and down her hand along my cock through the jeans, too good. I put my hands on her ass to grab her. It's like a dream come true.
I take off my T-Shirt, I want to feel her breasts on my skin. We kiss like teenagers, a fiery and passionate kiss, our hands go everywhere on our bodies, finally especially mine on hers… She opens my fly and plunges her hand in it to grab my cock. I'm so tough, she makes me so hard !
I take off my belt and unbutton my jeans. She looks me in the eye and smiles at me, but not a polite smile like before, no, it's a lustful smile, pig, almost indecent...
‘’Ok, i will suck you, I want it…''
I love this sentence.
She gets down on her knees, drop my pants, my dick stands straight in front of her, she takes it, the motion looking me in the eyes with this gritty smile before putting my cock in his mouth.
It's a bit tricky, I'd like to explain what it's like to be in Mia's mouth, but I'm not sure I'll get there... It's so fucking good. She sucks perfectly, ideally I would say… My penis is already very hard, but every time she shoves it in her mouth down to her throat, I have the feeling that it continues to grow, I feel it full of desire. There I say to myself, "damn I have the dick in the mouth of Mia More. Mia More is sucking me
I know it's a bit stupid to say his full name like that, but me it excites me… That said, I don't need to be more excited than I already am.
She goes back and forth with her mouth. I place my hands on his head, i want to feel manly. I lower my hands to her breasts, I want to knead them as much as possible while she pumps me, because at this level, it's pumping... The more she sucks me, the more I feel like I'm getting hard, it's incredible ! Her breasts in my hands, her mouth on my cock… I understand that she has so many clients.
She gets up to snog me again, I take this opportunity to take off his pants, I want to slip my hand between her thighs, I want to place my fingers on her pussy, in her pussy. While I kiss her, one of my hands grabs her breast while the other tickles her clitoris. I feel it swollen, her sex is wet...
I push her a little, I completely take off my pants and my shoes, I tell him to do the same, then I hold her against me again. she is hot, i mean she is really hot, her body is hot, her skin is warm.
I like her skin, I like to slide my fingers over her skin. My penis slipped quite naturally between her thighs, she makes small movements of the pelvis to masturbate me. A real pro this Mia !
I tell him to sit on the bar and spread his legs as wide as possible. I watch her do. I would even say that I admire him. She is sitting on the bar, open thighs, she puts her fingers in her mouth and places them on her penis to masturbate a little while looking at me… I savor this moment. I want to burn it in my memory.
Damn it's nice to see that...

I approach her leaning, i will lick it. I will put my tongue on her clit. I will taste her pussy, her wet and hot pussy, her pussy dripping slightly…
And I taste it. My hands are on her thighs, i love her thighs. Yes okay I love her whole body but I like to say it. So I love taking her thighs in my hands, they are firm and soft at the same time, they are awesome and exciting. What am I getting hard. What do I like the taste of her wet. What do I like to taste it… From time to time I press her thighs against my head to feel like imprisoned between them, then I push them away.
She is delicious…
I go up a little to suck her breasts, her good big generous breasts, I could spend my life sucking them, then I go back up again to kiss her full on the mouth, then I go back down on her breasts, then I go back down on her pussy… A hand on her thigh to squeeze her, the other hand on my cock to jerk off. My tongue slips between her lips...
OK, I don't care anymore, I want her.
I tell her to take a condom and follow me, I tell him to get on one of the high chairs at the bar, but before she gets back on her knees to suck me… Honestly I didn’t dare ask her, but I'm more than happy that she does it naturally. I take full advantage, I'm really enjoying it !
She puts the condom on my dick and sits on the chair, thighs apart. The chair is right at the right height, I will penetrate her. I will enter Mia. Well I've already entered her mouth, but enter her sex, it will be even stronger...
My penis is placed at the entrance of her pussy, I enter her. I wanted to take it slow, but it came on its own, at once, until the end.
I have the vache ! Damn it's too good !
I go and I come between his loins. I am fucking Mia, i am fucking with mia. I feel her body at the same time, I never have enough in my hands, I never have too many in my hands. Her body is so good...
She holds me by the neck, presses my forehead against hers while looking me in the eyes, even when she kisses me she looks me in the eye. It's so powerful ! I am hot. She is hot. I penetrate her gently, then suddenly, I change pace, I feel her thighs quiver from time to time, I take her breast, I feel her thigh, but i want her ass, i want to watch it, i want to touch it, I want to hold onto it...
I tell her to turn around, she tells me that she will do better than that and she gets down on all fours, ass stretched in the air, all I wanted… I stand behind her, I slap his ass, impossible to resist. It is so good and beautiful this ass. A real competitive butt. A callipyge, curved, round, tense, generous, Free…
I take it in my hands, I serve it, and I put my penis back in his. And there I don't even have time to start moving that she swings her buttocks back and forth. Mia is fucking me...

In my head it goes in all directions. I drop a "Fuck" so it's good.
And she says "yes, I am one !’’
No, but don't mess around, is it possible that a woman can excite as much as that ?
I'm not moving, I just keep her ass in my hands while she moves it along my cock. I tell him "You turn me on so much", she replies "it's not me, it's my ass !'' And her ass moves, it vibrates, he swings...
I can't take it anymore, I stop him from moving, i have to fuck her, I have to move, I will explode otherwise. I feel so powerful in her, she has a knack for making me feel male by being totally female.
I tell her I'm gonna squirt, I feel my cum boiling in my balls. It has to come out, it's too much !
She tells me '' get out and take off the condom, I want you to cum on my face''. I run in the second, I did not expect that, and yet I know she likes it from the number of pictures I've seen of her face covered in cum, and it suits him so well, she is radiant when she wears cum !
I wanted to jerk off to make me squirt, but I didn't have time, she took my cock in her hand and masturbated me directly. A little mouthful to finish me off, and I enjoy...
Damn what am I enjoying...
She rubs my cock on her face to spread my cum all over her, then she gobbles me up again, then she spreads, then she swallows me.
She has cum on her face, on the hands, in the mouth…
Wonderful. A work of art.
She smiles, she smiles all the time, she is beautiful…
We laugh a little, I don't know why but we're laughing, it's nice as a post-fuck moment. She gets up and goes to the bathroom of the bar, naked, I like to see her walking naked, especially from behind. She comes back with a clean face. We talk a bit. I thank her, I know it doesn't really happen, but i really want to say thank you !
We finish our drinks talking. I like its simplicity, his kindness, his openness. She is very interesting and very pleasant..

She I don't know, but I'm having a great time !

She ends up leaving, we kiss each other then we kiss on the mouth. I find it cute, after a sex party like the one we just had, a little cute is good too.

She told me she would consider coming back the next time she is in town. I don't know if she will, but i really hope so...

I still have this doubt, if i hadn't given him the money, would we have lived this great moment despite everything ?
Frankly, I don't care about the answer.

L’important, is that I met Mia More !!


The Fucking Podcast

“As indicated by his name, this podcast focuses on sex workers in prostitution. The aim of the podcast is to offer a speaking time of one hour to a TDS or ex TDS.

Through this much longer format than what we are used to hearing, I hope to be able to offer you portraits that extract themselves from the usual binary vision that we draw up of our existences. (the victim to be saved or the liberated woman who assumes).
Our paths and our lives are plural, our choices are sometimes limited but our suffering should no longer be used against us in order to decide for us what is best for us.

I hope that the portraits proposed in the podcast will be able to better understand our struggles to the public who listens to us and who supports us.”

Lubna, creator of the Putain de Podcast.

For my part, I contacted her and maybe I will testify one day…

Thanks to her and good listening !

Priority Question of Constitutionality

First of all congratulations ! You are reading this, you are a bit interested in me, my life, my ideas, and you didn't just go for a walk in my gallery to pamper yourself !!!

As some know, In France, the law since april 2016, penalizes the client of persons who engage in prostitution. We (I am a petitioner) we appealed to the Constitutional Council for the repeal of this law as well as that of hotel pimping and support.

This law precarious us, makes us feel insecure instead of protecting us…You get the picture. We are forced to hide, our customers are afraid of getting caught, a balance of power is established : benefit negotiations, the health risks are increasing.. in short, these are the practical details but in my opinion there are more important. The right to do business enshrined in our Constitution. The right to do what you want with your body, his genitals. And the hypocrisy of the legislation that allows us to exercise, to pay charges like any contractor but prohibits our customers from soliciting us.

This law is a moral law, it does nothing to help fight the networks of real pimps. We must act and fight against these networks for real. They exist all the more so as the migration crisis in Europe is important. We need humanity. La BRP (pimping repression squad) exist, they have very few resources.

I don't suffer from paid rape. Rape is when you say no. It's the opposite of when I say yes or oh yes or even louder !

My landlord is not a pimp, my best friend is not my pimp because he helped her out 1000 euros to buy a car…

– You have time it still lasts two hours.

– You have a strong heart for the second part, that of the abolitionists who compare my profession to the sale of organs, advocate for their right-thinking Catholic ideals, say we've lost our dignity……it's quite hard to hear, it's violent, I couldn't even finish.

– You are concerned as customers.

– You are concerned as French taxpayers, the movement of the nest (main abolitionist association in France) is subsidized to the tune of several million euros by the State. Marlène Schiappa has also decreed that these subsidies would be doubled, always remaining closed to a dialogue with the main parties concerned such as the STRASS.

So good viewing of this audience. The council's verdict will be given on February 1.

EDIT : the QPC was rejected by “the wise” the 01/02/2019. to know more (and that's me in the picture with Daniel Hellman!!!) :

From my beginnings to today

I always liked sex.

At the beginning of Tinder my sister told me : this app is made for you ! No fuss, geolocation of sex plans around, foot ! So I activated this app by periods of my life, in several cities where I have lived. Meet nice people, other times I didn't sleep with the guy, and then once I slept with a guy, wild fucking all night then in the morning, nothing. Not a word, not one “Oh thank you, it was cool”, no coffee or croissant, the tartine, no kiss. I was facing a complete stranger to whom I had just offered my privacy. Why would it be up to him to say or do that? Because I slept at his house, hospitality issue. Principle of shit I know, me who hates principles. And then we generally have the power on this app or in reality to choose the guys with whom we sleep. They accept all profiles because they are in dog and we choose. So a way to thank me for choosing it would have been welcome! Suddenly leaving his apartment in the morning, I stop to buy a croissant and drink a tea, realize that I don't have enough cash to pay and I think to myself, damn I would have been a whore I would have a few hundred euros in my pocket I wouldn't be in this situation. I would feel more “honored”…

Then life took its course, this idea always trotting in a corner of my head…I chained toxic relationships with guys most of the time already in a relationship.

Few years later, I was brought to do an internship as a receptionist in London. I once heard an advertisement on the radio for an adult arrangement site.. It's about finding a sugar daddy who pays you monthly in exchange for support and services., mostly sexual. I registered on one of these sites but it did not suit me. I did not see how to set limits on the number and duration of intercourse, I didn't want to be in the service of a rich old man, the pay did not suit me, there were only stingy old men looking to fuck young girls at will for a seedy envelope. I was chatting online with disrespectful guys, mostly fantasists, it didn't suit me. It was abuse for me. Apparently many students use these sites to make ends meet or pay for their studies.. So they took advantage of their financial distress.

Then I searched a bit more about escort services. I discovered Here I found what I was looking for. A site where you create your profile, where you can put paid or unpaid photos and videos. Good enough hassle to be a verified member, You must provide a copy of ID, take a photo with an English newspaper of the day and in front of a street sign to prove your presence in the UK. But suddenly follows a certain reliability of escort profiles. I would really like a similar site in France. Because the best is that like on Blablacar, customers leave comments about us after booking and vice versa. So I had zero comments when Peter contacted me, he had 121. There were comments about him that he was a real gentleman, own, nice, respectful. Go on ! See you at Rio's, a libertine spa in the heart of London with an outdoor space where you can sunbathe naked without vis-à-vis ! I found it amazing. We can bring our own drinks, topless waitresses take it upon themselves to keep them cool, they also serve free English tea, This is England ! Jacuzzi, hammam then here we are in a small room with two washable mattresses and a big red emergency button on the wall. He explains to me that if we press there the boss arrives in the minute. That he has already seen the boss leave from behind the bar in an emergency following a call of this kind and that it is very serious. So he put me at ease, reassured. We start foreplay then fuck then voila. It was done. My first customer. I remember that during the act I said to myself, that's it it's happening, i get paid to fuck. And it's cool plus he's good with his tongue. No worse than some I've fucked for free !

So I worked a little in England, my number of coms has increased, I was no longer a beginner. Everything happened naturally. I then returned to France and went back two or three times a year to complete my RSA. Then I learned about French law. I don't know why I thought prostitution was forbidden in my native country. what a baby. The purchase of sexual services is penalized but we can exercise ! Paradox. Absurdity. I did not try to understand and I posted an ad only on the go. I still hesitated because I live in a city of 15000 inhabitants and j”was scared of the fucking stigma. Then I discovered STRASS after a year and meetings with many other colleagues followed.. I am no longer isolated, I feel stronger, I'm no longer afraid that everyone knows. I'm even proud. proud to be a whore.

I see several dimensions in my job : social, psy, marginal, original, vaginal and sometimes anal. I was brought to bugger a client with a strap-on. I don't think it would have happened to me without doing this job.! 'Cause we're not just empty balls. We are fulfillers of fantasies. There are twists and turns in the human soul that only whores, shrinks , doctors are brought to know. This is the observation that we established one day with my general practitioner who has been following me for years.. The principle of medical secrecy being, people give themselves up to her when she is supposed to be there just to heal them. We are a confidential stamp. Some really need to exteriorize their most common fantasies ; like wanting to make love with two women to fantasies that squarely question their virility ; like getting caught, to be infantilized, feminized, humiliated by a woman. All this led me to ask myself a lot of questions about gender and sexism in our society.. They must be strong and we neither whores nor submissives.

There are also those who only fantasize, never take action. The fantasists, perfect waste of time, they ask ten thousand questions about our practices without ever making an appointment…even they make an appointment and pose a rabbit. These men are for me much worse than all the clients I have had in terms of lack of respect. why do they do this? Sadism or cowardice my heart swings…

Then it sometimes happens that I come across a client who fucks me the way I like, with whom we have interesting discussions, who listens to me as much as I listen to him, that we really get along very well ! Like yesterday. O. booked a room, ordered sushi, bought my favorite drink and made an appointment for an hour and a half. I stayed much longer and I asked him to fuck me again it was so good. Him as a couple, asked me for discretion regarding our interview. Of course once again the current goes really well with a guy in couple. The story of my love life in one sentence. Endless beginning. Even outside of work, before i start, these situations repeat themselves over and over again. This is super boring because I want to write him a message, tell him it was cool, that I want to see it again...but no. hold back, let's stay pro.

So good clients are great, but with them it's very frustrating to have to finish the appointment.. I'm thinking that sometimes I prefer ugly customers who stink of the mouth and that way I don't suffer from having to leave them. sad paradox. I love everything and its opposite.


Follow me on twitter !

As some know, I am away from mainland France for several months, But do not panic ! You can always follow me on Twitter, where I post unpublished photos, news and even some videos…

My @ is MaureMiya !

Big kisses and see you next year, have a great holiday with those you love !

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