Weed

I'm fairly certain that someone in my building is growing marijuana. I live on the top floor and usually take the stairs, and lately I keep catching the scent. It's not just the smell of someone smoking a joint, it's the actual plant smell, all times of the day. I'm not going to complain about them, it's quite a pleasant aroma! However I'm surprised that nobody else has mentioned it.

I first tried it when I was 17; I'd never been a smoker so my friend crumbled some into my muesli (great way to disguise the crunchy bits). Being stoned for the first time was great - my head felt so heavy that I thought it might fall off, and I found this whole concept side-splittingly hilarious. My friends even left me by myself for a while because they were so embarrassed by my incessant giggling!

I was perhaps 19 when I first tried smoking a joint; I never made a habit out of it, and the first time made me sick. Nobody told me to inhale slowly, I remember feeling the burning down my throat... It wasn't until I moved to London that I started doing it slightly more often. I will certainly not become a lazy stoner, but every now and again it makes a lovely accompaniment to Family Guy.

Brooke x

Spring Clean

Ok, so it might not quite be spring yet. In fact, it's still bloody freezing... but it is time to give my flat a proper clean, no nook or cranny to be missed! I accidentally had a house party on Saturday night, and we sort of trashed the place. I was too hungover yesterday to even contemplate lifting a finger, so now I shall tackle it - wish me luck!

Brooke x

Come Down

What goes up must come down...

Brooke x

Butterflies (again)!

This is fantastic. For the first time in quite a while, I woke up feeling genuinely excited about life. There's so much opportunity, and I have so much going for me. I know I'm usually an optimist anyway, but I really appreciate how lucky I am! It's actually giving me butterflies in my stomach.

I saw Mr K yesterday, my last appointment before I take a week off to pamper myself and rest up. I had that fire starting to reignite in my eyes, and handily it's very effective at making your loins burn. A regular hotel meet, glass of wine and polite chat (take note boys - Chardonnay is not my favourite; I prefer a good Sauvignon Blanc). The sex was nothing exceptional, but I thoroughly enjoyed it because I could feel the excitement about life slowly seeping back into my veins. That in itself is nearly as good as an orgasm.

I revelled in my own talent for blow jobs, hearing him gasp "Oh my fucking God" as my hand and mouth worked together. I teased him for a while, running my tongue along his shaft and around the tip before taking the length of him into my wet mouth. I love it.

Get excited about life; I highly recommend it.

Brooke x

Silly Vampires

I was quite looking forward to the new series 'The Vampire Diares' on TV last night. As you may know I'm a huge fan of Twilight, and I've always had a bit of a thing for vampires. They're quite sexual; only out at night, biting on your neck, usually portrayed as beautiful and persuasive.

The new show looked pretty good on the adverts; full of gorgeous young Americans, enough scary bits to raise your heart rate. But as soon as we had the initial interaction between the schoolgirl and the vampire, it fell right out of favour. They have exactly copied the characters from Twilight! The vampire chap so desperately wanted to be Edward Cullen; his smouldering brooding, his intonation and pauses between words as they awkwardly eyed each other up... it was exactly the same!

I know everyone's jumping on the vampire bandwagon at the moment, but that was just silly. Have a little originality! To be fair, I don't know which books came first because I've never read the Vampire Diaries. But there's only enough space in this world for one Edward Cullen!

Brooke x

Where's my Libido?

I have my week off work soon, and the few days leading up to it are usually when my sex drive is at it's highest. Mine does tend to come and go in waves, but I generally have a high libido compared to most. I actually allow myself to get kicks out of my job, and don't see why I shouldn't! I completely understand why some escorts don't let themselves climax with clients' the want to save something for their boyfriends, they want love making to be a different experience to work. Of course I don't come every time with every client, but if I'm feeling a bit horny I like to enjoy the big hard cock presented to me! It wouldn't make an orgasm with a boyfriend any less intense or special; in fact, the more sex a woman has the higher her sex drive becomes (that explains a lot).

Anyway, I went off on a tangent. What I started saying was that my sex drive feels really low at the moment. I was with a client last night who I find quite attractive, and he's great with his fingers so I usually come more than once during an evening with him. I managed to get wet without whipping out the lube, but as he slid his finger up inside me I could feel that my muscles were tense. My mind was somewhere else and I really had to concentrate to get in the moment. It probably felt good that my pussy was so tight around his cock, but it was for the wrong reasons.

I think the problem is that the barman and I haven't been so close lately. He keeps annoying me and I can't decide what I want. I want him, but not how things are with him based in Bournemouth... but there's no way I'm leaving London to chase that dream! It's so complicated.

Ho hum,

Brooke x

Welcome Back Belle

It is nice to have Belle back on our screens. I caught up with the first episode of the new series last night, and I really could sympathise with one bit in particular; I haven't published any novels so it's not exactly the same situation, but I hate it when people see a bleached blonde bimbo with fake boobs and candy floss pink lipstick, and assume that's what escorts are like! There are actually some with a bit of class, if you look hard enough... Belle had the same trouble with the young lady who read an extract of her book at the launch - not a very accurate representation!

There's only one time that a guy wanted me to dress like Barbie, and I went along with it for a giggle, wig and all. That was interesting; luckily he allowed me to bend at the knees so it wasn't too realistic - things may have been difficult to manoeuvre otherwise.

Hope you all had a good weekend,

Brooke x