(Visiting London 6-7-8-9 July, please call or email asap to arrange)

Yes makes a change doesn’t it?!
I’m often asked if I am available for a rendezvous at the beginning of the week and this week I am, plus some availability on Thursday & Friday and the weekend at my Sevenoaks lust nest.
If you would like to see me Monday (day or evening) or Tuesday (daytime) do let me know by phone though as it is rather lastminute.com so I will be available at short notice for a change …
Hope to see you.
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Hello Gents,

I have had a number of enquiries about seeing me in London, so I am pleased to say that I will be available for incalls in central London from the afternoon of Monday 6th until about midday Thursday 9th July. I stay in a nice hotel centrally, so it’s usually very convenient to get to.

I am happy to see you either during the day or in the evening, maybe you might even fancy a dinner date, a couple of hours dinner followed by a rather tasty couple of hours indulgence with a dessert called Josephine?

Anyway do please let me know if you would like to come and see me while I am there.

In the meantime you can visit me at my discreet Sevenoaks abode or I can come and visit you at your central London hotel and throughout the South East, you can also try and tempt me further afield if you fancy me staying with you overnight, snoring happily permitted!

Looking forward to an amorous time with you.
Jx

No I don’t mean a damn good thrashing,  more like a saucy spanking on the derriere!

You might be surprised to hear that I like to be spanked occasionally, usually in the heat of passion, there’s something quite exciting about having ones bottom warmed with a few amorous slaps!

Funnily enough I often have gents who are drawn to spanking my bottom at the appropriate moment, maybe I give out some sort of bum spanking signal?!  I wouldn’t class myself as submissive though or dominant come to that. I’m quite a Vanilla (with a good squirt of raspberry ripple sauce) sort of gal, an old fashioned amorous wench I suppose, a lady who enjoys a spot of bodice ripping romps in the hay!

Strangely I have always had a little fascination with women having their bottoms spanked and I think I know what one of the reasons might be.

When I was a girl my father used to watch Westerns (still does!) which I found boring to an extent but I was fascinated by the costumes they wore, waistcoats and chaps on the guys and the big skirted dresses with masses of frothing petticoats, not to mention the tight laced, corset style tops of the dress on the women. I used to want one and dreamed of wearing that sort of attire when I was older.

I liked the atmosphere of some of the films, smokey saloons, anticipation, waiting for the obligitory bar fight where more often than not a buxom female would end up being put over the knee of a chapped legged Cowboy and have her bottom smacked. Even then I found that very exciting, seeing her full skirts being pulled up, revealing thick black stockings and frilly knickers and being given six of the best on her frilly knicker clad bottom! Crumbs I hope no Womens Libbers are reading this, they will have my guts for garters!

It’s not just Westerns that you see this, I can remember a lot of films where an over the knee scene was included, it just wouldn’t be allowed now (unless it was a specialist film!) There were even adverts in the 1950s showing women laying across their husbands laps, seemingly enjoying a brief spanking for something like buying the wrong coffee!! My god how sexist but at the same time how exciting!

Seems a bit contradictory coming from the mouth of a woman (me) who is confident and believes women and men are equal but from speaking to quite a few women about this many enjoy having their rump slapped when the mood arises.
This isn’t an advert to be spanked by the way as it’s not something that I want to happen constantly.
Personally I find spanking fun when it is not pre-meditated and it happens in the heat of the moment.

On that note, I’m just off to buy a jar of some disgusting coffee!
x

Your Bonkable Boss or Saucy Secretary? You decide.

Thought you might like a sneaky preview from my new photoshoot, still hot off the press, taken about three hours ago in my Sevenoaks Sitting room - no photoshopping here!

Here’s some more http://www.josephinedarling.com/blog/?page_id=8

Or you can just click on Darling Gallery to the left of this blog page.

Hope you like?

x

(Sorry, I got a bit of OCD there, I had to complete the whole sentence from the song!)

A short story that a nice new chap suggested I wrote on my blog.

‘D’ had been trying to see me for some time and eventually our diaries had matched.
After making him comfortable with a drink, ‘a getting to know you chat’ & kiss and cuddle on the sofa we decided to adjourn to the boudoir. Clothes were duly scattered as we became more amorous.

Strangely I kept hearing a metallic ticking sound, how I imagined a bomb waiting to detonate would sound. I couldn’t work out where this ticking was coming from (I don’t have a clock in the bedroom )
The noise was definitely louder around ‘Ds’ groin area like a massively amplified wrist watch!

Being a lady who doesn’t speak with her mouth full I waited until I was able to ask ‘D’ whether he could hear it too?
Ah yes he certainly could, come and press your ear to my chest said he, where I was surprised to hear the ticking nearly reaching a crescendo!
I expect ‘D’ could see my slightly concerned expression and told me that he had had an operation to fit a metal valve in his heart.
Phew that was quite a relief for me, it wasn’t a time bomb waiting to explode after all, (although I couldn’t say the same of ‘D’!)
x

I had no idea until I (wrongly) received a text earlier today from one of my gents, it was to one of his friends arranging to meet at a pub in Wembley before some football match.

Well I’ve just found out it was a cup final. Guess what I still have no idea who was playing whom, bet some of you will be horrified with me for this but I really do not know the first thing about football, let alone when there is a match on!

Bet you’re wondering where I had my head buried today, obviously not in the lap of a football supporter!

Now Rugby … that’s a different matter ( although it could be something to do with muscley thighs!)

x

I found a new website which caters for the more Voluptuous woman who likes vintage clothing and was amused to find a blouse with a rather familiar name! Wonder if they had seen my website beforehand? Seems a bit coincidental as I found a link to this site through a post on the Punterlink forum. 

www.drapiere.com

Anyway whatever it was I was pleased to see they said the following …

“is the one thing that we all want and Josephine Darling fits the bill in every aspect.”

Whadda ya reckon, Josephine Darling the blouse or Josephine Darling the lady of negotiable virtue?!

PS  The blouse is fractionally more expensive!

x

… that I didn’t know I had, found it tucked away with a few others in a file on my emails, can’t even remember seeing it before now!

Actually I have loads of photographs of me but they can’t be used as the positions don’t really allow me to chop part of my head off without totally ruining the image.

I’m sure you understand that some of us ladies cannot show our faces for discretionary purposes, double lives and all that.  I know that some of my gents like the fact that I am reasonably anonymous on my website especially when I visit hotels or meet a gent for a dinner date.

I personally don’t think it makes a lot of difference business wise whether a lady shows her face or not, I have spoken to ladies who have done both and they said there didn’t seem to be a noticable difference.

I have read a few guys on some forums saying that they would never meet a lady who didn’t show her face, that’s fine and I can understand how some would feel that way, some chaps seem to think that the lady is trying to hide something, maybe Dr. Spock ears or perhaps a warty witches nose, even the eye of a Cyclops?  It’s not the case, it’s just discretion and I haven’t had anyone run away ….. yet!

x

I am a maiden who is forty,
And a maiden I shall stay.
There are some who call me haughty.
But I care not what they say.

I made a grab. I caught the mouse,
Now right inside my knickers.
A mouse my foot! It was a HAND!
Great Scott! It was the vicar’s!

I thought this poem rather apt for my goodself. As a few of you know I often help out with the Church fete and do a spot of baking for the Vicar.
Yes, yes I know, Tarts and Vicars springs to mind!
(By Jove what a double life eh?!)
x

… and that something could have belonged to my lovely Gent who was the photographer of this pic!

Yesterday I had a dinner date arranged, a couple of hours dinner, catching up and then back to mine for a dessert called Ms. Darling.
I know ‘M’ well he is a most lovely man, a traditional Gent of the first water with beautiful manners, I love a chivalrous chap that knows how to treat a woman, opens doors (even the car) makes me feel even more amorous in the boudoir! (More on chivalry for another blog.)

‘M’ chose where we were to eat. Sevenoaks is surrounded by some beautiful countryside and we headed off into the twilight to a small village not that far from Sevenoaks where we had a table booked in a quaint country pub.
‘M’ had set up his sat nav so we could find our way easily down the country lanes to the hostelry. Suddenly the name ‘Busty Lane’ appeared on the screen, yes indeed ‘Busty Lane, how apt!
We just had to have a search for it, so we headed off up what we thought was the bosomy road but it turned out to be someones private drive where we had great trouble trying to turn the car around to get out.
Slightly disappointed in not finding our lane we headed off up the road for our dinner. The pub was lovely, you wouldn’t have known it was a pub from the road, it looked like a pair of period semi-detached cottages. The food was excellent, a hidden gem of a place which I would highly recommend (and I’m a fussy Strumpet!)
After a lot of mirth and eating we got back to the car and decided one last time to find Busty Lane, we were in luck!
It was actually hidden in the centre of the village running along side the River Busty as it is known locally, the official name is the River Bourne.
We pulled over and left the car running in the middle of the lane (’twas very narrow) and I very ungracefully (my finishing school was burnt down) clambered over the railing which guarded the road from the river so I could balance my bosom on Busty Lane.
Wonder if we were spotted in the dark, a smart linen suited Gent standing in the middle of the lane with his engine running, snapping a rather busty wench hanging her bangers over the sign?! I have just found an email from ‘M’ saying that he has found a Thong Lane nearby and that will be our next assignment … keep your eyes peeled!

x