Why on Earth is the midpoint of a pandemic a good time to see a sex worker? 

First, we are already extremely careful about hygiene and sanitization of our workspace. The pending threat of disease makes us even more cautious, so rest assured, you're most likely stepping into one of the last places a virus would survive.

Second, the public fear has made some clients cancel their bookings and others think twice about making one. As a result those who decide to see us will really make our day and be shown how much we value them as a client.

Third, in a time of gloom, you are much better suited to deal with whatever life throws at you when you're happy. That's where we come in. Sex and physical touch are directly related to happiness. Some may even go as far as saying sex is the key to happiness and good health. 

Now, I highly encourage you to visit your local sex worker, gain some valuable sanitization tips, share some laughs and protected intimacy and leave with a smile on your face. If anything, it should prepare you to more easily slide through what may become a time of even greater despair.

I'm on my way to a business dinner, I casually reply to the nosy Uber driver as I powder my nose with one hand and straighten the lacy panties under my pencil skirt with the other. Ah ok mam, he replies as he takes another extra long look at me in the mirror. 

Then, I remember that I'm in an Uber for Jack. I keep my fingers crossed he either thinks Jack is my boss or my name is Jacqueline. Either way, he better find my answers polite enough to maintain Jack's impeccable rating.

My heart beats faster and my attempt to casually straighten my thong ends up twisting it the wrong way and deeper into my butt crack. Dammit I say out loud as a hot flash comes over me and I say a quick prayer it won't leave my skin flushed or lady parts inconveniently moist.

Once we pull up at the Four Seasons, I attempt to politely thank the driver as I elegantly slide out of the Uber. Then, my inner super woman takes over and I immaculately straighten my panties, make my blouse and skirt appear appropriately business womanesque and lightly fluff up my loose curls. I walk with a balance of confidence and modesty over to the entrance as if there is no doubt I stay there. I glide in past reception casually discreet to avoid any attention as I head for the elevators.

A lovely date awaits. As I enter the elevator a grateful smile spreads all over my face knowing I'm about to do what I love.

Earlier this year, I returned exhilarated from my first visits to Hong Kong and Singapore. As soon as I landed in Australia, I immediately planned my return. The modern atmosphere, well dressed gentlemen, vibrancy and exotic cuisine had me hooked.

Adding on to my excitement was the fact that this tall, blonde, long legged Scandinavian appeared to be a rather exotic rarity to the local people. I felt special, unique and thrilled when new lovers proclaimed they’d never been with anyone from my part of the world before. Some mentioned they felt a little intimidated by me before our meeting, and was surprised by how comfortable they felt in my presence. Enough at ease to share and act out their secret fantasies.

I thrive from allowing people to be their authentic selves and safely live out their desires. Sharing new experiences in a new environment makes me feel so alive and grateful. I’m currently counting the days until I return to Singapore mid November, keeping my fingers crossed I’ll be equally blessed with delightful gentlemen, delicious dishes and desires.

I left my beloved Sydney behind to make new connections in cities I’ve never been. I’m bubbling with excitement and an edge of nervousness reflecting on who I’ll meet and what I’ll experience. But first things first, how do I even do this? Thoughts of where to stay, how to look, and what on earth I should pack twirl around my brain as memories of my last travel come up. That’s when airport security tore apart my bag before holding up my collar and chain for everyone to see, while asking “what is this?” “It’s a collar and chain, it even says so on the box you took it out of mate, seriously? And yes it’s for personal use, It’s not like I’m gonna kidnap anyone with that.”

What do I pack?

I start putting my favorite pieces of sexy lingerie in a silk bag, before I know it, it’s filled up and I put a couple more sets in another bag along with stockings. Then onto toys, strap on, dildos, flogger and just as important, sexy shoes. I put the first main things in my suitcase and realize it’s almost full. And that’s before I’ve pack such necessities as actual clothes. I curse myself for only picking 15kg and realize I’m up for massive rounds of repacking and at least 10 additional kilos.

Who will I meet and what will I do?

I have no idea how the men of Adelaide and Perth are, but I’m about to find out. As in any other place, I risk meeting anything from a first class gentleman to a rude and immature excuse for a man. I can handle both, but prefer and hope for the first.

On such a trip work/vacation balance is the key. I would love to explore what the cities have to offer both at day and night, while making time to see a selected few gentlemen I can devote my full energy and undivided attention to.

I also hope to meet fellow sex workers to share drinks and experiences along the way. After writing this, I feel much better about taking off and cannot wait to get out there and create new memories.

Kisses,

Nina - coming soon to a city near you, reach out, let’s play!

I planned my first tour two months before departure. Posted the dates on Scarlet Blue. Created a webpage. Got a Whatsapp account. Started being active on twitter. And then I waited. And waited. And waited.

The excitement bursted as I received my first twitter DM's and Whatsapp messages from interested clients about my tour. These men were either quite chatty or wanted to know if I "were around on the afternoon of .." once I mentioned the magic word deposit, they all vanished, never to be heard from again.

I canceled my tour and decided to give it another go later, when I had the ability to go strictly as a holiday if needed. However, I did not announce the cancelation. Then, as I was supposed to be in a given city the "Hey babe, you avail in ...?" and "avail now in ...?" started pouring in. To which I struggled not to answer "NO BABE, FIRST OF ALL, I AM NOT YOUR BABE NOR WILL I EVER BE, AND I AM NOT AVAIL AS YOU DIDN'T PRE-BOOK ..."

This time, I'm taking things a little lighter and planning my tour as a vacation with the addition of a few selected (pre-booked) sexy encounters along the road. I've got things to see and places to be strictly for me, and inviting in the possibility of gentlemen to pre-book time with me along my journey. I got some bookings already and there are still openings in my schedule waiting to be filled, either with sexy times or me-time. Regardless, this time I'm ready to take the leap into the unknown world of touring. If you want to see me, make sure you mention the magical and dreaded word deposit early on and I'm sure to be excited and ready to see you!