29th April - My Wandering Mind

I found it really hard to concentrate last night. I was out to dinner with 'Mr Clarke' and he spent the whole time droning on about his nagging wife and spoilt, ungrateful children. Whose fault does he think that is?! I just nodded and murmed the odd 'surely not', 'isn't it just' and 'of course'. As interesting as his son's repeatedly broken curfew was, I found my mind drifting to the night before, and to Josh's delicious lips.
"Don't you agree, Brooke?" Shit. I wasn't listening. "Oh yes" I guessed. It seemed to work, and he carried on droning. Good save.

Back in the hotel room, while Mr Clarke was pounding away on top of me I imagined that it was Josh inside me. The thought of him made me arch my back, wrap my legs around him tightly and a long, low groan escaped my throat. It was obviously too much for Mr Clarke and he came almost instantly. This annoyed him slightly as he still had another 40 minutes paid for, and no man likes to be thought of as a premature ejaculater. But between you and me, I would've had to lie there silently like a plank to make him last longer than 5 minutes. I dare say I'm slightly younger and more attractive than his wife!

Hopefully I won't have to wait long for the real deal; I like to have plenty of material to fantasise about when I'm with a client. It makes my job so much more fun.

Love,

Brooke x