One of the films I reviewed this week was Oral Obsessions from Harmony. Think almost four hours of glossy perfect cock-sucking. I was looking forward to this one, having a bit of a cock obsession, and wasn't disappointed. With all the action being girl-on-boy, there was close-up cock on the screen virtually all the time. I once recognised clear cock-lust from new performer Chloe when I reviewed Ben Dover's Greatest Tits - initially unsure how far to go in what she was expecting to be a straight-forward photoshoot, but becoming up for anything once she catches sight of Mario Pininfarina's hard dick straining through his white trousers. The hypnotic power of a big hard dick can cancel out almost every other consideration, and can make a blow-job-loving girl's mouth ache to feel it inside almost as much as her pussy does.

We all have favourite body parts we look out for in potential lovers. With dick normally not on display immediately, my obsessions include big hands, muscular arms and full lips. Other things are important too though, and the overall package (as well as ultimately the 'package') has to add up well.

For some guys in strip pubs though, one body part is all that interests them, to the exclusion of everything else. All strippers have experienced pussy-watchers - guys who are only interested in watching cunt. It always reminds me of an audience at Wimbledon watching the tennis ball. Whichever way you twirl and arch and bend, they strain just to see between your legs. It can be fun moving slowly sideways to see how far over they will lean - until they are almost falling out of their chair. Some girls get really pissed off by this, and other guys who consider themselves striptease performance connoisseurs can get offended by such behaviour, but I find it funny. Anyway, they've paid to look wherever they like. The only time it annoys me is if someone has walked in while I'm on stage (so hasn’t paid), and comes right to the front and starts blatantly pussy-staring before even going to the bar. That's just not polite, and it's the only time I'll make sure they don't see what they want. It's amazing how much you can hide even if you're totally naked.

Generally though, I'd rather someone gets an eyeful of whatever will most please them than be too shy to look. Sometimes customers new to one-to-one dancing will say "I don't know where to look", and will stare straight into your face, afraid they'll offend if they gaze anywhere else. I tell them to look wherever they like. Secretly I quite like pussy-staring anyway - I was once initially surprised and then very turned-on to find a super-polite, interested-in-the-whole-person new boyfriend was actually a total pussy-watcher when I danced for him at home. I didn't mind having that one bit of me objectified - it meant I didn't have to worry about him being offended when I later focused on his cock to the exclusion of everything else. Recently I've even been playing up to the cunt-obsessed with a growing collection of crotchless g-strings, which are proving incredibly popular.

Sometimes body part obsessions are linked to clothes or shoes, the most obvious one being foot fetishes. I've written before about the man who gets my laddered stockings and smelly shoes when they're no longer any good to me. He will stare at your feet whatever you're doing with the rest of your body. I've got a new customer who is obsessed with stockings, and it's almost impossible to hold a conversation with him if I've got proper seamed nylons on. Not having huge tits, I've seldom experienced the clichéd talking-to-the-chest thing which breast-obsessed men supposedly do, but this guy talks only to my legs, that is when he's following the conversation at all. Sometimes he even has to wipe his mouth as he starts to drool.

Sometimes compliments are unusual. Every so often someone will say they really like my teeth, which I find odd as they’re slightly crooked (then again I considered David Bowie much more fanciable before he had his teeth fixed, so maybe it’s not that strange). Another unusual one recently was my ankles. “I’m mesmorized by your ankles, they’re perfect,” a guy I hadn’t seen before told me. “You can tell everything about a woman by her ankles. Ugly women never have beautiful ankles – there’s no point looking any further up if the ankles aren’t right. But yours are perfect.”

Does his wife know he’s got an ankle fetish? Do the pussy-watchers act like that at home with the Mrs? (yes, some of them having wedding rings). And if their other halves do know, do they indulge them? My stockings man said he told his wife early on how much they turn him on, but she seldom wears them as she considers them tarty. What a trick she’s missing – does she know he literally salivates at the sight of proper ones, and physically shakes all over if I subtly allow him to stroke them even for a second? These very intimate exchanges are one of the reasons I love being a stripper. We get to hear men’s deepest erotic secrets, and sometimes indulge them. All the best dancers are natural people-pleasers. So don’t be shy, just tell us what you want.