‘I’ve gone from being men’s plus-size ‘dirty secret’ to shouting about sex’

‘As a plus-sized girl growing up, I was told I should be ‘grateful’ for any sexual attention. That I should definitely give boys I didn’t like a blowjob and definitely do things I didn’t fancy to get people to like me because I was fat.

I, and most likely every naive teenage girl, was told sex and doing things we didn’t want to would ‘help’ us become more attractive – but I had to work harder because I was big and not everyone’s ‘type’. 

I was men’s dirty little secret. The fat girl they wanted to f*** because they were intrigued by a ‘real woman’, but couldn’t bear to tell their mates they were shagging me.

I was a fetish, essentially. The motorbike everyone wanted to ride but not tell their mums about. People even told me I would be better off moving to another country where they liked fat girls.

At a time when I should have been exploring what I liked, my teenage years ended up being a plethora of bad experiences and a bit grotty. Sound familiar, ladies?

When I was 23, I moved to London after breaking off a four-year relationship and found myself single, skint, and living alone. I used all sorts of dating sites to meet people; those who were swingers, into bondage and kink play. I’d started enjoying good, consensual sex in all its sticky, naked glory.

For once, I forgot about the f***kwits and put me first.

But at one point, after reading through a list of what a bloke wanted me to do to him, I thought to myself: ‘I might as well be getting paid for this sh*t’ – and so my decade-long career in the sex industry was born, screaming in ecstasy to the high heavens.

I embraced my plus-sized, 25-stone boh-day and became an escort. I put up an ad, called myself Melody, a BBW (that stands for ‘Big Beautiful Woman, I’ll have you know), and within half an hour had an array of clients.

I wanted to have sex because I enjoyed it, but I didn’t want anyone to hang about afterwards in my life, so I started getting paid for it – sometimes raking in up to £2,000 a night.

I didn’t hand out a questionnaire at the door, obviously, but a lot of the men I saw were in their 40s or 50s, and usually married. Many told me they felt ‘pressured’ into marrying a skinny, ‘hot’ woman, but preferred big girls like me. It’s sad that it cost them their happiness, but it only enhanced mine (and made my landlord happy in the process because I could pay rent).

Working in the industry taught me so much about sex, and sometimes I literally learned on the job. I discovered foot play, where high-flying men wanted to get on their knees to worship my stinking, sweaty feet. Kiss them, massage them and give them a manicure (in summer I can tell the men on the tube who are into feet when I’m wearing open-toed sandals). And who wouldn’t want to get paid to get their nails done?

I learned so much from my clients, including squashing (one guy paid for me to sit on him for three hours, while I ate pizza and watched TV), food-play, toys, role play, bondage and so much more. 

It was the best sex education a girl could ask for really, as the way we’ve been taught since school was that the penis went into the vagina, right?

It was never about consent, toys, foot play, anal adventures, orgies or squashing, was it?

In the ‘80s, boys would talk to the male teacher about ‘boy stuff’, and the girls would talk to the female teacher about ‘girl stuff’ – it was never a shared experience. And is probably the same in a lot of schools even now.

I’m a 40-year-old and I still want to know what the boys talked about at school, as a lot of men still haven’t a bloody clue even now.

Our first episode lands a week today and we talk all about orgasms, work hook-ups and positions, while drag queen extraordinaire Cheryl Hole spills the tea and gives us her top BJ tips.

That’s why I just can’t wait for people to tune in to get a right lusty earful of the good, the bad and the ugly when it comes to sex. 

I think you’re gonna love it…