This is the self-published story of a woman who can certainly be described as one of life's true hedonists. Letitcia makes a living by selling sex (she also occasionally buys it, from less than satisfactory male prostitutes: standards ain't too good apparently). She writes in a stream of consciousness, in which one minute she's talking about sexual politics, before veering off to describe a zipless fuck in an airport, followed by a
touching story of a customer that she fell in love with. It's fascinating stuff and a real page-turner: rough and ready at times, but that's part of its charm.
I liked the fact that she doesn't make out that every encounter is a delight. Far from it in fact: she certainly doesn't shy away from stories of clients with 'hygiene issues' or tales of punters who are happy to break off from an expert blow-job that she's administering, to 'take a dump' (as one man put it). Eek! Great stuff: and a reminder that there's nowt so queer as folk.
- Suzy P, Desire, February 2006 |
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YET ANOTHER labour of love to notch on her well-worn bedposts, Body Worship: True Stories of a Sex Goddess chronicles the life and times of 'erotic service provider' Letitcia. Spanning a couple of decades and a few continents, Letitcia guides us through her experiences as a high class, and occasionally not so high class, sex worker. Far from telling of a dark and seedy underworld, Letitcia offers a slapstick A-to-Z of sexual adventure, both professional and personal. That, occasionally, the storytelling mask slips and we are offered a little peak into the inner workings of her mind simply makes for even more compelling reading. She may not win any awards for literature, but her frank, honest and hilarious accounts of life in the sex industry make for fun reading and her kinky slants on everyday situations provide sheer voyeuristic titillation of the best kind. With all the free mags around Brighton it's hard to believe she doesn't have her own column yet... ('scuse the pun).
- Sarah Lewis, Insight Magazine, January 2006 |
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When Julie Burchill, referring to Body Worship, said, ‘I have been sexually shocked only once in the past seven years,’ I can understand why! This book would make Letitcia’s and my mutual friend, the divine Cynthia Payne, blush — and that is usually an impossible task! Seriously, Cynthia would giggle (it was she who introduced me to Letitcia) and so did I.
Fresh from reading Diary Of A Manhattan Call Girl, I didn’t think a working girl and, in Letitcia’s case, ‘body worshipper’ could write as entertaining a book, but she is on a par with it, if not better, and once you absorb the first few chapters, you are gagging for book number two!
I have listened to many a funny, lurid tale from pros over the years, including how a client clad head-to-toe in rubber opened the mouthpiece zip of his mask to eat his cornflakes, how famous clients regularly appearing in celebrity magazines would receive a severe flogging, only later to discover their cheque has bounced — not to mention the local postie undressing for a service to reveal bloomers as large and distasteful as net curtains!
In Letitcia’s memoirs, she bravely tackles delicate subjects such as race and religion in a humorous way. ‘If reading Body Worship leads to born-again Christians becoming porn-again hedonists, that’s entirely their choice. Welcome to my world,’ she writes, and in the chapter, The Things You See When You Haven’t Got A Gun she refers to the bad hygiene of an Aussie who drops his trousers to reveal a semen-filled condom clinging to his manhood. ‘Looks like you’ve come already,’ Letitcia remarks. ‘Shit, that was an hour ago!’ is the response.
I recommend FRM readers buy the book. It is hilarious. I don’t recommend you read it on public transport, however, particularly on the rattling Metropolitan line.
You will laugh so hard, your love eggs will pop out!
- Jan B, Remnant Media, December 2005 |
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Letitcia is a renowned Brighton purveyor of personal services with a larger than life personality that comes across in her book. From the disorderly houses of Sydney to a well-appointed seafront flat in Brighton, Letitcia charts the highlights - and downfalls - of her career history in a witty and frequently hilarious manner. Her tales of group sex on a Malaysian island; complaints about being served insufficient gravy in a local pub and its parallel with acceptable sexual service; two coinciding lovers from the 'land of the rising bum' (Japan); missives on the stupidity of the male Aussie; and an attempt to bathe a particularly toxic client will have you laughing out loud. When it comes to 'job satisfaction', Letitcia is frequently on the look-out for the perfect male gigolo and the perfect cunnilingus practitioner. Her attempts to find both will amuse ladies who have put up with narcissists, fumblers and those who practically need a Tom Tom navigation system to find the right parts. Letitcia's book is, without doubt, recommended bedroom reading. It deserves its place alongside Belle de Jour on the best sellers list.
- Vinylla, December 2005 |
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This is a well written book......i must admit to discriminating and thinking: 'she won't know how to write'
It's awful how we think a sex worker is not capable of conveying how it is to be employed in an arena we know very little about.
She takes you all over the world and talks about different situations.....and she is FUNNY!!!!
Well done Letitcia, i cnnot wait for book TWO
- A reader from Brighton, Amazon.co.uk, December 2005 |
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Every woman dreams of meeting her match, no matter how improbable this prospect may seem, and Brighton 's Grand Dame of Vice, the lovely Letitcia, is no exception.
Letitcia is the woman who creates glamour out of a dirty business, out of beanie-flicking, wide-ons and vinegar strokes. The woman who braves putting her gums around the 'plums' of men 'as ugly as a hatful of arseholes' and takes it upon herself to train them in the fine art of 'a good root' the oldest profession in the world, after all.
Yet despite confessing to being 'mega-wicked', Letitcia also describes herself as an 'optimist and romantic fool'. And amongst the arrivals and departures, you'll read one of the saddest stories of thwarted romantic love imaginable.
Advice from a 'charlatan soothsayer' that she would meet her 'hero' at an airport struck her as unlikely, given that she had spent years jetting around South East Asia meeting many a fleeting lover never 'Mr Right' but often 'Mr Right Now'. The other extenuating factor was the prediction that they would be carrying matching luggage, and given that Letitcia's suitcase is characteristically flamboyant consisting of 'the whole side of a cow skin complete with leather tits and horns' the likelihood of finding a rugged cowboy in Oceania was slim.
Against the odds, she did eventually cross the path of a cowhide briefcase. After carefully approaching its owner, she discovered that it belonged to his cousin, who had recently died and so fate cruelly denied her the chance of ever locking horns with her true beloved.
This tragic misadventure served to fuel her insatiable appetite for yet more erotic sexploits. Amongst which stories of Supernerd and the erotic wellies, a gangbang on Monkey Island , disappearing anal beads, and the awe-inspiring cunnilingus kings fall from Letitcia's 'loose lips' with lubricated ease. Body Worship is a revealing exposé that will tease, thrill and titillate with its catalogue of spillages and sexual pilgrimages.
Ultimately, this funny, empowered sex saga knocks Groucho Marx's quip that 'women should be obscene and not heard' firmly on the head; for Letitcia is one lady that proudly demands to be both.
- Collette Meacher, The Latest 7 Magazine, August 2005 |
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Of course I remember you. I'm delighted the book got published - the section I read was terrific - and I'd love to see the book - is it possible to send a copy to the Indie?
- Johann Hari, johannhari.com |
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I can proudly proclaim that I have (metaphorically) been inside Letitcia on the 7.34 to Liverpool Street.
Her book was an eye-opener and my fellow commuters were intrigued by the cover.
Finally an honest (and blummin' hilarious) recount of actual tales from the City - and not some halfwits attempt at what it 'might' be like in some blog (whatever that is).
Letitcia is right, her services are no longer a sub-culture but becoming mainstream. I look forward to the billboards in the M23 services...
- Simon DeWinter, johannhari.com |
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I recognised Leticia's face on the cover of her book at City Books near my home - she often goes to the same restaurants & events as me and I bought the book to be nosey. I often wondered what she did/does - I thought she might have been something in fashion or theatre because she takes care of her appearance and dresses dramatically. She always looks great - an marvellous inspiration to women like me who are over forty and 'rubenesque'in shape. I would not have guessed she was on the game.
I enjoyed the book - fascinating, funny and saucy. The book is quite anecdotal - I would have liked to know why she chose her profession and about her formative years - perhaps that's her next book? Or maybe she hatched out of an egg fully as a fully-formed buxom hooker, complete with hat.
What she does well in her book - is show the human side of her industry and clientele, she seems intelligent and a good laugh and although she describes her activities - it's explained in a 'matter of fact' rather than gratuitous style.
I think Brighton is all the richer for colourful characters like her. It must take a lot of gumption and determination to do what she does, to plan her wardrobe and write a book. I take my hat off to her.
- Lolo, Hove, The Argus Forums |
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Leaving fiction behind I went in search of the truth. What I found at the end of this journey of discovery were tales of Body Worship. Letitcia recounts her tales of "derring do" with gusto and great humour. Almost made me want to be an "erotic service provider" myself...
- Rosemarie Leigh, Daily Mail Bookclub |
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This is a book of anecdotes which can raise a smirk and would make perfect reading next to Private Eye in the bathroom.
- Maeve Bird, Muff Online |
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