tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797818007897664182024-03-05T20:59:27.165-08:00Lady of the NightBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.comBlogger559125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-61513336174472297602012-03-12T03:26:00.010-07:002012-03-12T08:29:30.786-07:00The Strongest AphrodisiacMorning all,<br /><br />Sorry I've been away for so long! My life is packed full of fabulous things, but sadly it doesn't leave me much time to share them with you. However, I had a night last week that you really should hear about...<br /><br />They say that power is an aphrodisiac. Some might disagree, citing accusations of shallowness and materialism, but the attraction to power goes beyond a man having the means to buy you pretty diamond toys. It's not about the money, but more the influence he possesses. When you see a crowd eating out of his hand, whether he's a politician, aristocracy or a rock star, you can't help but succumb to him. Girls: try telling me that a man of such stature has looked you straight in the eye, inviting you to go with him, and you didn't get a little bit wet...<br /><br />I experienced this as a personal post-gig present for a guy who was clearly on top of his game. He drank in the adoration and thrived off of it; the consequence was a sexual confidence with no holds barred. After a drink and a slow dance in his lower-floor lounge, he took his success and channelled it into pure sex. It played out like a scene from a movie; first he kissed me in a way that made my stomach drop - one hand in my hair, and the other on my waist pulling me into him. He pushed me against the wall and explored my body, never taking his mouth from mine. Soon he was pulling me across the room towards the staircase, sensual and eager at the same time. He walked backwards up the stairs and I followed him willingly, starting to shed one item of clothing at a time. All that remained when we reached his bedroom was my satin lingerie and his boxers. He sat me on the edge of the bed, pulled my knickers down over my ankles and sank to his knees, putting his face between my thighs to lick my pussy in long, firm strokes. It felt incredible. When he surfaced, I slid down to his level, crouching with my back against the side of the bed so I could lower myself onto his hard and ready cock. I must have been crying out so loud, completely lost in the moment. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7COy7zvx27a3MMeoeLNzDSK3R-nBFgHKk-Ys6ZVr-gBHuIPOdArtKD60v09hTAd3fF_RMJdyiM6ztB08ZHPTQ7HKUOQ-FheAY1UfN4bKW7zNKpVHafX-hTDqsIe8WGOGIeXOElcPb1bw/s1600/bcf2c_ORIG-80517_black_and_white_love_sex_b_w_couple_erotic_.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7COy7zvx27a3MMeoeLNzDSK3R-nBFgHKk-Ys6ZVr-gBHuIPOdArtKD60v09hTAd3fF_RMJdyiM6ztB08ZHPTQ7HKUOQ-FheAY1UfN4bKW7zNKpVHafX-hTDqsIe8WGOGIeXOElcPb1bw/s320/bcf2c_ORIG-80517_black_and_white_love_sex_b_w_couple_erotic_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719032907850250194" /></a>From there, he turned me onto the floor and thrust into me hard - I rubbed my clit as he fucked me there. I came for what felt like forever, one wave crashing over me after another. But he wasn't finished with me yet; then it was his turn to perch on the edge of the bed with me on my knees, running my tongue over his balls and taking him into my mouth. When he was close to coming, he pulled me up and flipped me round so I could bob up and down with him inside me from behind, holding his hips for support. Finally, he flipped me again and leaned me over the bed, going as hard and fast as I could handle. He gripped me tightly as he came, leaving us both gasping for air. <br /><br />Power, influence and authority may often go hand in hand with some undesirable qualities: arrogance, selfishness, greed. But from where I'm standing, the ability to evoke desire is a common denominator!<br /><br />More power to you, boys...<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-65439965095966960412012-01-19T04:49:00.000-08:002012-01-19T05:46:04.470-08:00Letting Them Down Gently...Has anyone discovered a good way to let someone down gently? If it's a crude advance in a bar, no problem. If it's someone you've been friendly with for a while, tricky. If it's someone you've been friendly with for a while and accidentally gave the ride of their life when you were drunk as a skunk, very problematic (but then, one could argue that 'you've made your bed, etcetera). There are some poor fellows who seem to not pick up on the signals... the more you pull away, the harder they try. But if you show any trace of pity at their desperation, they take this as a green light to continue - like a glimmer of hope. Fail.<br /><br />Then you have the old friends, the ones you thought you'd established platonic boundaries with long ago, who suddenly announce that they've been in love with you all along. I've been informed that telling them the truth - that they're like a brother to you - is a kick in the nuts. <br /><br />So what's a girl to do? <br /><br />When I'm working, it's easy. You generally don't have the same emotional attachment to clients, and certainly don't have any obligations to them. I can be straight up with them, and simply discontinue our meetings if they're starting to melt for me... but when I'm just me, it does complicate things...<br /><br />Brooke x<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin3P5W0XPeMjhTE7M6knyQ2TreHiS7UaElCvQACKk-ni4-UVc82fzsVgMHh912fhiz3Vma2nwza3qcw0pnwJgeuuaGEnjqO6rSK-oJYzsipmNrATx5Se6h-g_I2KO138MS_hYrB6j6ybE/s1600/unwanted-advances.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin3P5W0XPeMjhTE7M6knyQ2TreHiS7UaElCvQACKk-ni4-UVc82fzsVgMHh912fhiz3Vma2nwza3qcw0pnwJgeuuaGEnjqO6rSK-oJYzsipmNrATx5Se6h-g_I2KO138MS_hYrB6j6ybE/s320/unwanted-advances.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699338729252569906" /></a>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-14234389529509103032012-01-05T03:27:00.000-08:002012-01-05T03:53:17.607-08:00A Happy, Horny New Year!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-4CM__YzUg9QnSHU4DCdStGZoZheeOQjzDW9777W55Rp2lmVlLp6Z6PvseBipKC5MILn_SPLMXFk6OUnxGDH-eFlAYkVl9LovOsN34uBx55Oh5Is34jQnSqiOvTHmSmugsvCUfqmnSyk/s1600/bwlovers.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-4CM__YzUg9QnSHU4DCdStGZoZheeOQjzDW9777W55Rp2lmVlLp6Z6PvseBipKC5MILn_SPLMXFk6OUnxGDH-eFlAYkVl9LovOsN34uBx55Oh5Is34jQnSqiOvTHmSmugsvCUfqmnSyk/s200/bwlovers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694114515507542914" /></a>Ahhh, 2012. You've been a long time coming; let's hope this year lives up to the hype!<br /><br />I've had a few emails wondering where I've been and if I'm alright; just to let you know that all is fine and lovely. Thank you for your concern, darlings! Having found myself more and more busy pursuing other projects, I've had to cut back my appointments (and the blogging). I'm quite missing the man-time, but still managing to squeeze in a little debauchery! Now just a few old time favourites make it into my diary...<br /><br />You'll be glad to hear that my New Year's Eve celebrations were suitably filthy. I went to visit my friend Alex (an ex porn star). He arranged a small gathering at his town house, with endless amounts of vodka and champagne. In a haze of silliness, everyone's outfits we're swapped several times; I ended up spending most of the night in a very tiny cheerleader outfit (while another gentleman wore my sequin dress). Taking a shine to one of his friends, I made sure he was my kiss at midnight. We slipped away upstairs in the early hours and played some intoxicated roleplay. I took champagne in my mouth before going down on him, teasing the tip of his cock with the fizz. I ran my tongue along his shaft, around his balls and underneath between his legs, making him groan as I pushed wet pressure there. I don't know how long we were entwined, but both of us came twice before resurfacing. The sun was up when we emerged. I smoked a joint on the balcony in the light rain before joining the sleepy mass of bodies on the sofas; everyone was spent. Dirty and beautiful. <br /><br />I may be away for a while again, but I'll try to check in when I can to fill you in.<br /><br />Much love,<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-58893623045592341682011-11-23T07:10:00.000-08:002011-11-23T07:16:02.765-08:00Christmassy Nails!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHjwhV0QaGXuQfQ9pMY3e0j9EggUICHsDNnU8agS0dKgqJd0DN4Tpghyphenhyphen5KXxSYrlZeTWSDJyLGEgEutXuiJIp5VOidFup43YahCYq_V6asXY2t9XaJUn_NLY0WEod-rdX3XBlNgJPTzw/s1600/FoilEffects.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHjwhV0QaGXuQfQ9pMY3e0j9EggUICHsDNnU8agS0dKgqJd0DN4Tpghyphenhyphen5KXxSYrlZeTWSDJyLGEgEutXuiJIp5VOidFup43YahCYq_V6asXY2t9XaJUn_NLY0WEod-rdX3XBlNgJPTzw/s200/FoilEffects.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678210176479601714" /></a>I've done quite well at keeping the Christmas excitement this year, having successfully delayed the playing of Christmas songs and decorating my flat until December. But today, I couldn't resist the shiny gold allure of the new foil nail varnish by Barry M. I was planning to get a metallic effect for the festive period next time I went for a manicure, but this stuff is brilliant! I love doing my own nails too, and this means I can change my mind regularly without splurging. Ladies (and gentlemen who are so inclined), it's a bargain and it's gorgeous. Love it.<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-60063722978109545322011-11-18T02:11:00.000-08:002011-11-18T03:47:58.371-08:00Raw Whips and Red Wine<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8pCZOFb84kzsBcfB2T1Zpx_7l6uxpWVN_j9oq7c6I82ljmTWSkNPupdFg7j4L2eyyol40XWsCGTFKkzsyV7ZBV0H5rkbowSGA1oeHhy-l1-wcHt4r2yW8Go_kQQF78WT8h6UsBMnHfeI/s1600/boots.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8pCZOFb84kzsBcfB2T1Zpx_7l6uxpWVN_j9oq7c6I82ljmTWSkNPupdFg7j4L2eyyol40XWsCGTFKkzsyV7ZBV0H5rkbowSGA1oeHhy-l1-wcHt4r2yW8Go_kQQF78WT8h6UsBMnHfeI/s200/boots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676299933004880354" /></a>I had a wild night on Wednesday, which was well worth the lack of sleep. I arrived at my client's flat at 10pm, well after the sun had gone down. Under my long coat I wore all black: stiletto thigh boots, a satin corset, lace hotpants and lace fingerless gloves. I knew that he wouldn't need to make small talk before getting down to business, so I teased myself with fantasies on the taxi ride over there, ready for action the moment he answered the door. I pushed him back as I stepped inside, holding eye contact as I closed the door behind me. There in the hall, I let my coat and bag drop to the floor, showing him exactly what he was in for. <br /><br />I was the boss that night, so I only spoke to give him orders: "Hang up my coat". "Bring me some wine". "Take off your clothes." "Get on your knees." He obliged happily to every request I made with an eagerness that made me suppress a smile. Indulging myself, I made him go down on me as I stood over him, without removing any of my clothes; it can't have been comfortable for his neck, and he had to hold the lace aside as he licked my pussy in long, wet strokes. I gripped his hair with my hand, controlling the pressure I wanted. I could feel those familiar sensations starting to build up inside me, but wouldn't give him the satisfaction of feeling me come on his face just yet. Pushing him away, I told him to stay there on his knees while I got some silk scarves from my bag. I tied one around his eyes as a blindfold, and another to bind his hands behind his back. Then I got my whip and stood behind him in silence until he was practically squirming with anticipation. One light crack on the back of his thighs made him cry out, followed by another on his backside. I stopped every now and then to casually sip my wine and leave him hanging, unsure of what he had signed up for. <br /><br />In general, I like being submissive just as much as I enjoy dominating, though I avoid severe sadomasochism (I'm a wimp with pain); just enough to heighten the senses and leave you on edge. I can't help but love giving pleasure too, so after an hour of teasing and punishing him, I helped him to his feet, led him to the bed and pushed him onto it. When he felt my warm, soft lips around his hard cock he became even more vocal, and incredibly grateful. I ran my tongue along the length of it, then took him deep into my mouth. He came within a couple of minutes, letting out a groan almost as loud as when I was whipping him. Now it was my turn; I untied his hands, then climbed up to sit on his still-blindfolded face. Once again he licked me with enthusiasm, making me even wetter and hotter. I leaned forwards with my hands against the wall, my clit pressing against his tongue as I gyrated my hips there. This time I gave in to the waves and came with a violent shudder.<br /><br />After that, we finally got to say 'hello'!<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-77940133978808159252011-11-15T08:41:00.000-08:002011-11-15T08:47:29.046-08:00Digging Out the Domme BootsHello lovelies,<br /><br />Sorry I haven't been blogging much lately. I'm still here! Even now I'll need to keep it brief; am wishing there were more hours in the day.<br /><br />I realised that it's been a while since I had a bit of dominatrix role play at an appointment, but the opportunity may be arising this week. I'll be delighted to dig out those thigh boots! Every now and then I get in a mood where I really want to be in control; the power gives you a huge adrenaline rush - one that makes your mouth water and your body heat up. Sometimes I think about it when I touch myself, and it never fails to get me off. <br /><br />The way I'm feeling right now, this guy had better watch out...<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-1815865707518629212011-11-08T03:00:00.000-08:002011-11-08T03:36:47.009-08:00Pretty Down There<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3fB7XsOTQoE6jWODIYAAUi3IUfj2QVaFc8hKxNqdT8x2gXKlqWYmLUs7BLpLwRHeSWVfOj7mbckFmSaaotYXgN2qZxjVo3Xp8ugRXUDaLQlRrtLDILg0MqiUzAqyqoug-ep_fsc-q7U/s1600/butterfly_vajazzle-copy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3fB7XsOTQoE6jWODIYAAUi3IUfj2QVaFc8hKxNqdT8x2gXKlqWYmLUs7BLpLwRHeSWVfOj7mbckFmSaaotYXgN2qZxjVo3Xp8ugRXUDaLQlRrtLDILg0MqiUzAqyqoug-ep_fsc-q7U/s200/butterfly_vajazzle-copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672587071095525010" /></a>The last few decades have brought about some huge changes in what's considered pretty down there. If you watch 70s porn, you'll see that women were still sporting a full bush; this was totally normal, and anything besides a slight trim was rare. Today, you'd be hard pushed to find a lady garden that hasn't been heavily pruned! Many women, especially in the escort world, prefer to go bare. All salons now offer Brazilian and Hollywood waxes, and for those who can't take the pain there's always the good old razor. Those are the most conventional methods, but you can get more long term results from laser treatment, and top up with tweezers. <br /><br />The 1990s bought about the slightly hilarious fashion of dying and shaping pubic hair; you could have anything from a pink heart to a full on Union Jack flag. I get the feeling it was more of a novelty styling than one that caught on amongst the general public; it was something that passed me by. A phenomenon that's more recent is the art of 'vajazzle'. As pretty as sparkly things are, this one leaves me slightly befuddled - though not half as befuddled as 'pajazzling', which is decorating a penis with rhine stones. I most certainly would not put that inside me! <br /><br />Unless something unexpectedly comes into fashion, I'm going to keep mine as a neat little Brazilian; it's worked for me so far!<br /><br />Oh, and for those of you who were wondering about that fine young thing pictured in the previous post, I found her on <a href="http://chiclondonescorts.co.uk">Chic London Escorts</a> website - they have a section for younger girls. Bet they get a lot of inappropriate requests! <br /><br />Love,<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-7095054019080667072011-11-04T08:09:00.000-07:002011-11-04T10:08:13.180-07:00His Fantasy GirlWe're all guilty of it sometimes... If a client doesn't really do it for me physically, I have been known to sometimes let my mind wander to somebody who does - whether it's a movie star like Johnny Depp or the guy who fixed our boiler the week before. It helps me to transform into his fantasy girl, making me wet and eager for him; ultimately, we both enjoy it more!<br /><br />I had that situation this week. I couldn't stop my mind wandering off to that sexy guy, imagining it was him grabbing the curves of my body and pulling me into him. It's fun to act out what you're fantasising about!<br /><br />Must dash, I'm a very busy lady...<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-67155694470086099882011-11-01T07:36:00.000-07:002011-11-01T08:11:15.933-07:00A Night to Remember<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzSMRfBIhy492ZWNn_dOmDSQwXFC5V9U_9ZHVu2mEVEghRSMvKiHMsXkoSAa2-T6ToofsQ5ck2HpFI6IE6AQYzC0Qkwsxsw_Z5LEZjhu5ppUo9b0FQNjy9s3yk-OkNpIral1fCL-HhCk/s1600/suzi.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzSMRfBIhy492ZWNn_dOmDSQwXFC5V9U_9ZHVu2mEVEghRSMvKiHMsXkoSAa2-T6ToofsQ5ck2HpFI6IE6AQYzC0Qkwsxsw_Z5LEZjhu5ppUo9b0FQNjy9s3yk-OkNpIral1fCL-HhCk/s200/suzi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670044700075003058" /></a>What a glorious weekend! I don't think I'll ever grow out of Halloween madness. I managed to grace a few parties with my presence, drank an offensive amount of vodka and managed to stay completely upright. I think walking in heels does wonders for your balance. Party number 2 was my favourite, due to the very sexy man who caught my attention. He had the type of stare that makes your stomach flip and your breath catch in your throat. In my opinion, you don't see that often enough. <br /><br />Another thing that quite delighted me was getting asked for ID to go into a bar. That doesn't happen very often these days, and I don't usually carry it with me! I haven't felt the need to lie about my age to clients before; I still have a few years left of my 20s and consider myself to be in my prime. Although, I can't help but wonder if I'll eventually be bumped by the spritely young things emerging onto the scene. Some agencies advertise <a href="http://chiclondonescorts.co.uk/young-escorts/">young escorts</a> (over 18, thank goodness), and I know a lot of guys like their girls under 21. Should I be worried? Should I start shaving off the years as I approach 30? Do you think mental age counts?!<br /><br />Needing some TLC today to recover from my antics; I'd better get pampering so I can be somebody's princess. <br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-11018344387863094792011-10-28T02:36:00.000-07:002011-11-01T05:33:50.323-07:00Slutty Outfits<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjur40kMBBXEWFRve-yCiUoaxC3EFhxmR5WQyjbHbxSmjPnzTlgHgBIpRKEiUQ28QNKyUeaZSiTY1Vx9iF4nkkdHX55W0P8aBNwB9ekh24ZwEgzYferIbhAqAfFUaKsgEqX3OgbyRv4Rus/s1600/sexy-devil-costume-kit.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjur40kMBBXEWFRve-yCiUoaxC3EFhxmR5WQyjbHbxSmjPnzTlgHgBIpRKEiUQ28QNKyUeaZSiTY1Vx9iF4nkkdHX55W0P8aBNwB9ekh24ZwEgzYferIbhAqAfFUaKsgEqX3OgbyRv4Rus/s320/sexy-devil-costume-kit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668492280091127922" /></a>Anyone who has seen the film 'Mean Girls' will know what I mean when I say: "Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it." I usually make an effort to look sexy, but classy and ladylike, avoiding cheap and trashy at all costs. However, I just can't resist the opportunity to dress up! I get to wear stockings and suspenders all year round, so it's fun to don ripped fishnets and PVC. There are plenty of things you can make look slutty: devil, vampire, witch, policewoman, bad fairy, dead cheerleader, evil nurse, superhero, film and television characters... the possibilities are endless!<br /><br />I'm still not feeling 100%, but this event only comes once a year - no chance of me sitting this one out. <br /><br />Hope you all have a spooky, sexy weekend...<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-6086915489994438542011-10-25T02:34:00.000-07:002011-10-25T03:14:52.394-07:00Sofa SexAh, the flu bug strikes again! I was feeling alright on Friday night, but as soon as I woke up on Saturday I had all the symptoms; sore throat, headache, blocked up, chesty cough... that came on fast! Luckily my date wasn't an overnight booking; he had booked me for my 2 hour minimum and then extended for another 2. I left his place around midnight, though he was very eager for me to stay! Sometimes it's tempting to give them some time for free when you really like a client, but it's dangerous to blur the lines of your relationship - and it creates expectations on their part. First it's another hour free, then the rest of the night, then they're calling you on your days off... must be strict.<br /><br />We had dinner at his place (ordered in), and I gave him the full on GFE. I sat with my legs wrapped round him as he laid back on me, watching a film on the sofa. While he talked about work and family and the pressure he's under I ran my fingers through his hair; after a while he decided that was enough serious talk and steered the conversation towards how sexy he found me instead. Always nice to hear! He started to trail his fingers up and down my legs, stroking the sheer nylon of my stockings. He became quiet and his breathing got heavier, so I knew he was ready to turn up the heat.<br /><br />We didn't move from the sofa and left the film on in the background; he rolled over and kissed me there, grinding eagerly on top of me. Our clothes never came off completely; I undid his trousers and worked them down as he pushed up my dress. I wasn't wearing any underwear apart from my hold ups, which stayed on. When he was ready to push himself inside me, I resumed my position of my legs wrapped around him and pulled him in deep. We rocked there, hot and close, buried in the cushions. I hope many more winter nights are spent that way...<br /><br />I'll be having some time off while I shake this bug now - it's not the biggest turn on!<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-18130267529009071532011-10-21T07:26:00.000-07:002011-10-21T07:34:20.058-07:00Friday Date Night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI6vqQlOcZ4jNHHWY3ecuqz59c6i0W7ZuB0ke2lQroPiEZ4Z3e_m0nxufYej1zU7Cu8Gitt7JaB7UVsEQ-dgpoOFH6gE7zpl6jgvuBjfLlz2I9rmh06WlxdpEvwJCM6iibEMfxascSolo/s1600/push.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI6vqQlOcZ4jNHHWY3ecuqz59c6i0W7ZuB0ke2lQroPiEZ4Z3e_m0nxufYej1zU7Cu8Gitt7JaB7UVsEQ-dgpoOFH6gE7zpl6jgvuBjfLlz2I9rmh06WlxdpEvwJCM6iibEMfxascSolo/s200/push.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665953731776825986" /></a><br />Ahhh, Fridays never fail to bring a smile to my face. I've been at the salon this morning to make myself beautiful and have a date tonight in Shoreditch. My overindulgence last week also seems to have gone straight to my breasts, so I'm filling out my D Cups again... I think that calls for a low cut dress!<br /><br />Have a fabulous weekend,<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-80732124381153352062011-10-20T06:08:00.000-07:002011-10-20T07:38:19.149-07:00Will I Ever Learn?Hungover.com. I think I was still drunk when I got up this morning - thank goodness I don't have to meet a client tonight. I think 'a few drinks with the girls' will have to be a Coca Cola for me...<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-45043377171383308502011-10-18T06:56:00.001-07:002011-10-18T07:13:46.535-07:00Overindulging<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-U-ek6JRNrq44PddRhpZ_tu0UC3k0iRG_joh1Lx4UMdfKfVEH73FuVSffG4jj2L7u90NRG-8Vlz7ke9wcH6phwfn31btZVhmQiSHeuoRt80bfQYbCuAZvSksCmmXrSEXr4XguM6wTt7Q/s1600/dress.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-U-ek6JRNrq44PddRhpZ_tu0UC3k0iRG_joh1Lx4UMdfKfVEH73FuVSffG4jj2L7u90NRG-8Vlz7ke9wcH6phwfn31btZVhmQiSHeuoRt80bfQYbCuAZvSksCmmXrSEXr4XguM6wTt7Q/s320/dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664834903148692610" /></a>Hmmm, I think I overindulged this weekend. A girl like me has to be careful what she eats; I'm taken out to dinner so often, temptation is everywhere... luckily there's usually a pretty good 'work out' session to burn off a few calories afterwards! I used to go to the gym a lot more, but hard to find the time now, which means weekend like the last one are guilt inducing. I manage to keep hourglass shape at a comfortable 10 (UK size), but the main test for me is one of my favourite dress styles: the pencil dress. It's figure hugging all over - very unforgiving! I have to rock that look. <br /><br />No biscuits with my tea this week ;)<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-56711072767606019392011-10-14T04:12:00.000-07:002011-10-14T05:18:43.150-07:00Sexual Surrogate<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPyrV5XS6lBOzasaW9xkE3ZbGm4ja_I17YiP5t-vmm2UivP7eVHHE06Nofl3lGrC-HKS3t6o-28s5lUPfk47yG31jaTIJdOcdYuZx6kP_eiRP72H86v5zIo-5VlbHmNa2meBHwNeOY9qM/s1600/woman_unbuttoning_mans_pants.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPyrV5XS6lBOzasaW9xkE3ZbGm4ja_I17YiP5t-vmm2UivP7eVHHE06Nofl3lGrC-HKS3t6o-28s5lUPfk47yG31jaTIJdOcdYuZx6kP_eiRP72H86v5zIo-5VlbHmNa2meBHwNeOY9qM/s320/woman_unbuttoning_mans_pants.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663320856405623986" /></a><br />I read an article this week about a qualified therapist who works as a sexual surrogate, and I can completely understand how she helps men with issues in the bedroom. She mostly deals with premature ejaculation, erectile disfunction and intimacy issues; the only problem is if clients become too attached to her, so boundaries have to be made clear. I don't have a great deal of training in Psychology, but it still feels so fulfilling when a man who lacks sexual confidence can discover his inner stud! <br /><br />There are loads of different reasons why men hire escorts, but one of them is to combat shyness around women. If a guy can learn to relax around me (and other lovely escort ladies), maybe flirt a bit, he's much more likely to be able to approach other girls. I think my client last night was the perfect example of this, and seeing him grow more assured made me feel kind of proud of him :)<br /><br />I suggested that we went back to the room after 2 drinks; as tempting as it is to drink shyness away, it doesn't make for a good fuck. I've had guys in the past who couldn't get it up because they were so drunk - seems like a waste of money when they've booked an evening with me! Anyway, he was sweet; looked at the floor and blushed a lot. I was gentle with him; I kissed him softly and stroked his body as I slowly pulled off his clothes, peeling mine away too. I put his hand on my waist, and another on my breast. From there he let his lust take over, and started to really kiss me back, even letting a moan escape from his lips as he pressed his erection against me. <br /><br />We started with me on top, rocking my hips and grinding into him. As he got more eager, I laid down and let him climb over me, screwing me slowly in the lamp light. Watching him go, I'd never have guessed he was that shy guy just a couple of hours earlier. After he came, the confidence stayed and we chatted easily for over an hour. A great night overall!<br /><br />Have a great weekend,<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-23622285055839538032011-10-12T03:51:00.001-07:002011-10-12T03:59:34.800-07:00A CutieAhhh, looking forward to my dinner date tomorrow night. It's a client I've met once before; he's only in his 20s and very sweet. I think if he was a bit more confident he'd have no trouble attracting the ladies, but his shyness stops him approaching them. I'll try to bring him out his shell a bit; I remember that once we got down to it, his inhibitions disappeared! It's often the initial stages that are the scariest. <br /><br />I remember when I first started escorting; I'd get such butterflies in my stomach before going to meet a client. Although I was nervous, I had to come across as confident and completely at ease, so after a while that became second nature to me. I still get a little thrill of excitement if it's a client I like or someone new; hope that never goes away!<br /><br />I'll fill you in on how it goes,<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-83013436292854333352011-10-10T02:03:00.000-07:002011-10-10T02:20:53.344-07:00Object of Fantasy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSunCOHgPZlbK-z4Skz_thOb8-nscY9zgODorUnNELDRsZIyqfsz3axTiasmOyjLJJHGH5v-TvkcoH12RUibPmwVL_33bXoa9BwqRC08RRIx8lZh3M_2qowJyea-okCD26AntPTyEIQU/s1600/rough_wall_sex.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSunCOHgPZlbK-z4Skz_thOb8-nscY9zgODorUnNELDRsZIyqfsz3axTiasmOyjLJJHGH5v-TvkcoH12RUibPmwVL_33bXoa9BwqRC08RRIx8lZh3M_2qowJyea-okCD26AntPTyEIQU/s320/rough_wall_sex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661791008226552514" /></a>I have a friend who has popped up in my dreams more than once recently. We're not particularly close; he's more like a friend of a friend, and a couple of years younger than me. I've always thought he was cute, but lately my mind keeps turning naughty when I think of him. It started off with a sexy dream, but last night I couldn't sleep; the only thing that seemed to keep my mind focused was fantasising about him.<br /><br />I imagined we were in a club, and as he was walking past I pulled him into a corner. One look showed him exactly what I wanted: he kissed me there, fiercely and passionately. The great thing about fantasising is that it's much easier to find somewhere secluded than it is in real life! We were then round the back of the club, pressed up against a brick wall, hidden from sight. He turned my head to the side and kissed my neck, while I pulled his hips to press into me. I was already wet by the time his fingers found their way under my skirt, and his hard on throbbed as he rubbed me. I wanted all of him; I unzipped his jeans and took his cock in my hand, guiding it towards my pussy as he breathed hard into my neck. As he pushed into me I wrapped a leg around him, letting him thrust deep inside me. <br /><br />Of course, I was touching myself throughout this fantasy. As I came in my fantasy, my real body shuddered with ecstasy, wishing I could have him inside me at that moment. <br /><br />Maybe one day...<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-5188559074478009862011-10-04T03:08:00.000-07:002011-10-04T04:50:15.703-07:00Unsexy TextsIn this line of work, it's inevitable that some oddballs are going to get hold of your number. You never know when a client is going to get drunk and brag to his mates about you. None of them are supposed to pass on my details without letting me know, but you can't guarantee trust in this line of work; every man I meet is a gamble. I like to think I can trust them because they're usually as eager for discretion as I am... <br /><br />Over the last week I've been receiving quite poorly written 'sex texts' from someone anonymous, but they are definitely far from sexy. As you well know, I love to use the art of words to convey my biggest turn ons and intimate encounters - but writing a blog is one thing. Some guys seem to think that I'll engage in dirty talk with them by text or email, but I really don't have the time or the inclination for that; if I did, I'd work on a cheap chat line or a web cam. I'm afraid nothing you write to me of this manner is going to get a reaction! It's probably the same kind of guys who expose themselves in public or send photos of their penises to unsuspecting women on dating websites. Kind of sad, really.<br /><br />If my anonymous texter fancies himself as a writer of erotica, I'd suggest a few classes in basic literacy and a crash course in 'What Women Want'. It's great to be turned on by sensual words when they're either kept private or enjoyed by others... but I wouldn't recommend heading down this route, fellas.<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-31729940543332941452011-09-28T07:04:00.000-07:002011-09-28T07:39:30.092-07:00Going Down on Him...It hadn't occurred to me until last night that it has been ages since I last gave someone a blow job. How did that happen? It's my forte! My long time readers will know how much I love a warm, hard cock in my mouth; I don't understand why some girls are squeamish about it. Sure, the first time you ever go down on a guy it's a bit intimidating - just as it is for a someone going down on a girl for the first time. But as long as he's clean and not too pushy, it's a delicious experience!<br /><br />Guys, a few tips if your lady is reluctant to pleasure you in this way:<br /><br />1. Always shower thoroughly before getting down to it. Her turn-off could simply be your sub-par hygiene. <br />2. Don't shove it down her throat and make her choke. That will put her off for life. Perhaps she'll let you do that in the future when she's more comfortable and experienced, but you need to work up to that with mutual consent.<br />3. Don't ejaculate into her mouth or on her face without warning. This is something else that needs to be consensual, and will come in time, but to do it prematurely (no pun intended) will seriously deter her. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU97c-tN94pHIv6d3MR7OOEW-uEtIEZxQ8ia2J5x9Nw-aavAdjVprwB18o4xtJrXatQOlu0UHk83AUDhE1WUs_62z-86Mwmf_sMaZl-JXNdZfkwj_CaGR4WoLCyxGzaHLndwOxtBuq1a4/s1600/naked-blow-job.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU97c-tN94pHIv6d3MR7OOEW-uEtIEZxQ8ia2J5x9Nw-aavAdjVprwB18o4xtJrXatQOlu0UHk83AUDhE1WUs_62z-86Mwmf_sMaZl-JXNdZfkwj_CaGR4WoLCyxGzaHLndwOxtBuq1a4/s320/naked-blow-job.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657420057804035698" /></a><br /><br />I know that a lot of men visit escorts because their partners aren't very adventurous - vanilla sex will only get you so far. It's kind of sad... these women are missing out too! Believe it or not, I used to be a bit of a prude once. I still have my boundaries, but I am happy to let a man come wherever he wants (bar in my eye - that stings). One of the biggest turn-ons possible is witnessing your sexual partner getting off. Seeing them climax right in front of you is so much better than watching porn! Especially when it's you that's made it happen. <br /><br />Last night, he finished off in my mouth, and it swallowed it all for him then looked up to catch his final moments of ecstasy. I definitely won't leave it so long next time.<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-68060356229625944102011-09-26T08:10:00.000-07:002011-09-26T08:20:18.125-07:00An Old RomanticHello my lovelies, are you excited about the pending Indian summer? It will give me one last chance to wear my flimsy floral dresses - good news! <br /><br />I had a very romantic date on Friday night. Although I didn't feel a physical attraction to him, he did a wonderful job of making me feel special; chivalry is, in fact, alive and well. We ate dinner at a restaurant with panoramic views of the Thames, drank expensive cocktails and talked mostly about me (his preference). I had his full attention - looks full of appreciation without any hint of lechery. A rare quality, especially considering the tremendous cleavage I had on show! <br /><br />After dinner we walked along Southbank, him offering his hand and his jacket. He didn't make a move until we were safely behind closed doors, at which point he still asked "may I?"<br /><br />Although it's great to be powerful and independent, it still makes me go a bit gooey to be treated like a lady. I can't help but want the best of both worlds; the gentlemen and the bastards, submission and dominance, gentle love making and hard fucks. And as far as I can see, there's no reason why I can't have it all!<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-53092019355807096492011-09-23T01:43:00.000-07:002011-09-23T01:44:18.171-07:00Go on then...Another date tonight? Don't mind if I do!<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-60848549859542994532011-09-21T06:24:00.000-07:002011-09-21T07:42:05.179-07:00His Goddess<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyg96MtPmpmx__vai2RKjH2FShp3_0utrOZ387-PiwLHdFyYETB5RNBAgDF1A3gQPbUh8dWcAyDjMjwHL6J4mo3MHKZs7cetbLo51hxAFt-l9p9hw1AjjW01igJowpQzW_5-camkMCftY/s1600/female-orgasm-woman.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyg96MtPmpmx__vai2RKjH2FShp3_0utrOZ387-PiwLHdFyYETB5RNBAgDF1A3gQPbUh8dWcAyDjMjwHL6J4mo3MHKZs7cetbLo51hxAFt-l9p9hw1AjjW01igJowpQzW_5-camkMCftY/s320/female-orgasm-woman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654823178965477602" /></a><br />I've never had a problem with being adored. I know that some girls shy away from the attention, but you'd have to try pretty damn hard to make me blush. Last night I was with a client who worshipped me; perhaps a little too much for some others to stomach, but not me! I felt quite comfortable with him eagerly kissing every inch of my skin, and the time he spent going down on me was bliss.<br /><br />As I walked into his suite, he let out a long, happy sigh as if he's needed this experience for quite some time. We had met before, but almost a year ago; I'd forgotten how much he idolised women - and I was his Goddess for the night. I didn't really need to do much. Just standing there was enough for him, as he circled me slowly and moved closer with each step. Before undressing me, he unzipped his trousers and took his semi-erect cock in his hand. Standing very close, he brushed it along the curve of my arse and around my waist. I was still. I could feel his breath on my neck, and as he brushed himself against my hand, he shuddered with pleasure. For a minute I thought he'd already come, but he remained standing to attention.<br /><br />He peeled off my clothes slowly, taking his time to look at me from every angle and carve the image into his memory. His own clothes he took off in a hurry, then dropped to his knees. He pressed his lips to my stomach, my hips and my thighs - looking up at me I could see he was grateful to be there. We made our way over to the bed, where I laid with my legs parted for him. His tongue switched between soft strokes savouring each taste, to hard and fast caresses across my clit. He bought me close to climax three times before he went in for the grand finale; I came in waves that kept coming for what felt like minutes. He climbed onto me and fucked me after that, and he came too within a few moments. I was still panting from my turn!<br /><br />Guys, if you have the patience, you should treat your lady like this every once in a while - I'm sure you'd be greatly rewarded...<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-54599376924530289132011-09-19T09:46:00.000-07:002011-09-19T10:19:03.834-07:00Erotica ExhibitionWhen there's a celebration of all things sexual, I find myself naturally gravitating towards it. So of course it has come to my attention that Erotica is taking place in November at London Olympia... something I'm not sure I can resist! Are any of my lovely readers going along? I'd love to dress up, soak up the atmosphere and see if there are any toys and lingerie to add to my collection. I went last year and saw Dita Von Teese shake her thing; I do love a bit of Burlesque. The whole event was apparently not as good as previous years though; too many tacky page 3 style ladies offering topless photos. Still worth a visit though. <br /><br />I have just one date this week - am finding myself increasingly busy lately! The one good thing about not fitting in many appointments is that every date feels like a novelty, not like work. I'm lucky to be able to be as selective as I am, and I won't forget it! <br /><br />Sadly, one of my regular clients has just suffered a major financial blow, so I won't be seeing him as often; I'd better make it extra special when he can afford me. We may be meeting up next weekend, so I'll let you know what I have up my sleeve (and up my skirt) for him.<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-61158099907076623342011-09-14T03:09:00.000-07:002011-09-14T04:34:39.651-07:00A Simple Seduction<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgESCZ7aj7hnz_UEgC9OlG2-IC-pT6KPXUuV5IqYaD0Wn3-WN4voa2vzSRedRX2f4P7xIYSt3HQTur7XVLBgzonPuATrUu8SZZk7tffkhM5uI3TuHCovzt2C13pugZ9a01Dz5DwVx5C9UY/s1600/black-panties-at-ankles.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgESCZ7aj7hnz_UEgC9OlG2-IC-pT6KPXUuV5IqYaD0Wn3-WN4voa2vzSRedRX2f4P7xIYSt3HQTur7XVLBgzonPuATrUu8SZZk7tffkhM5uI3TuHCovzt2C13pugZ9a01Dz5DwVx5C9UY/s320/black-panties-at-ankles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652175924284630610" /></a>I have a smile on my face today, and you can probably guess what that means: the date went very well last night. It was hard to tell whether I was seducing him or the other way round! This client wasn't anything special to look at, but I could tell he looked after himself; he had the type of forearms that would make a damsel in distress salivate. What really drew me in was the smouldering look he had down to a t - seeing him from across the bar, I already knew there'd be no need to fake it.<br /><br />The date itself was fairly standard; we drank wine, chatted, flirted, had some tapas and then went back to his place. He has a flat in the centre of town so we walked back hand in hand, and through the dark I could feel the sexual tension building. Together, our pace sped up from a slow amble to a brisk walk - a sideways smile from him let me know that we were both fighting the urge to run full pelt like kids, just to get away from prying eyes more quickly. Being on the same wavelength, we were giggling as he closed the door behind us. The mirth didn't last long - in seconds he was on me, kissing me fervently and running his hands all over my body. Like teenagers, we stumbled into his living room undressing each other while trying to keep our lips locked together, with no light except the streetlights glowing through the window. I was vaguely aware that the blind must have been open, but he was on the first floor so the view of us couldn't have been that clear... it's quite a turn on to think that the neighbour opposite could have seen everything though!<br /><br />Either one of us could have taken control and dominated the situation; I tried to judge what he wanted, and tested the water by guiding him down to the floor and standing over him. He looked up at me excitedly but stayed where he was, so I took the lead with a slow striptease, towering over him in my 5 inch heels. My legs must have looked pretty long from that angle. The last thing to come off was a small black strip of lace (masquerading as knickers); he was rooted to the spot and hard as a rock as they dropped to the floor. I stepped over his waist and lowered myself down, squatting down onto him. He didn't even need to touch me - I was already wet and ready to have him inside me.<br /><br />You'd be amazed at how tight a pussy can get after just a couple of weeks without sex. I inched him in slowly, watching his eyes close and his mouth open as he savoured every second. For me, the sweetest moment was when his cock pushed all the way in, his skin pressed up against me. I bounced up and down him with a relentless energy, thrilled that this act still gives me such a rush.<br /><br />I came before him, loudly and selfishly. I discovered long ago that I needn't think of it as a business transaction for the duration; we both have a lot more fun when I forget that and let my senses take over. Instead of seeing an escort he's paid for, he saw a woman with her head thrown back, climaxing with him inside her. Surely a priceless picture.<br /><br />Brooke xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279781800789766418.post-30739229758928170542011-09-12T07:49:00.000-07:002011-09-12T07:55:22.343-07:00Back in LondonHad you all been wondering if I'd fallen off the face of the earth? I might have teetered on the edge, but I'm still here! I must apologize; hadn't anticipated the lack of internet access where I went on holiday. I'm now back in London for the foreseeable future, so back to the grind (of pelvises). You'd be amazed at what images are conjured up in my head during hours of sun-bathing... can't wait to act out some of my fantasies! <br /><br />I have been quite virginal for the past fortnight; already have a booking lined up for tomorrow so he'll be in for a tight treat ;)<br /><br />Sun + relaxation + copious amounts of wine = happy Brooke!<br /><br />Love to you xBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323359125722505200noreply@blogger.com3