Lady of the Night

Letting Them Down Gently...

2012-01-19T04:49:00.000-08:00

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.

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.

So what's a girl to do?

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...

Brooke x

A Happy, Horny New Year!

2012-01-05T03:27:00.000-08:00

Ahhh, 2012. You've been a long time coming; let's hope this year lives up to the hype!

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...

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.

I may be away for a while again, but I'll try to check in when I can to fill you in.

Much love,

Brooke x

Christmassy Nails!

2011-11-23T07:10:00.000-08:00

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.

Brooke x

Raw Whips and Red Wine

2011-11-18T02:11:00.000-08:00

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.

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.

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.

After that, we finally got to say 'hello'!

Brooke x

Digging Out the Domme Boots

2011-11-15T08:41:00.000-08:00

Hello lovelies,

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.

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.

The way I'm feeling right now, this guy had better watch out...

Brooke x

Pretty Down There

2011-11-08T03:00:00.000-08:00

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.

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!

Unless something unexpectedly comes into fashion, I'm going to keep mine as a neat little Brazilian; it's worked for me so far!

Oh, and for those of you who were wondering about that fine young thing pictured in the previous post, I found her on Chic London Escorts website - they have a section for younger girls. Bet they get a lot of inappropriate requests!

Love,

Brooke x

His Fantasy Girl

2011-11-04T08:09:00.000-07:00

We'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!

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!

Must dash, I'm a very busy lady...

Brooke x

A Night to Remember

2011-11-01T07:36:00.000-07:00

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.

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 young escorts (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?!

Needing some TLC today to recover from my antics; I'd better get pampering so I can be somebody's princess.

Brooke x

Slutty Outfits

2011-10-28T02:36:00.000-07:00

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!

I'm still not feeling 100%, but this event only comes once a year - no chance of me sitting this one out.

Hope you all have a spooky, sexy weekend...

Brooke x

Sofa Sex

2011-10-25T02:34:00.000-07:00

Ah, 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.

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.

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...

I'll be having some time off while I shake this bug now - it's not the biggest turn on!

Brooke x

Friday Date Night

2011-10-21T07:26:00.000-07:00

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!

Have a fabulous weekend,

Brooke x

Will I Ever Learn?

2011-10-20T06:08:00.000-07:00

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...

Brooke x

Overindulging

2011-10-18T06:56:00.001-07:00

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.

No biscuits with my tea this week ;)

Brooke x

Sexual Surrogate

2011-10-14T04:12:00.000-07:00

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!

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 :)

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.

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!

Have a great weekend,

Brooke x

A Cutie

2011-10-12T03:51:00.001-07:00

Ahhh, 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.

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!

I'll fill you in on how it goes,

Brooke x

Object of Fantasy

2011-10-10T02:03:00.000-07:00

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.

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.

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.

Maybe one day...

Brooke x

Unsexy Texts

2011-10-04T03:08:00.000-07:00

In 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...

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.

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.

Brooke x

Going Down on Him...

2011-09-28T07:04:00.000-07:00

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!

Guys, a few tips if your lady is reluctant to pleasure you in this way:

1. Always shower thoroughly before getting down to it. Her turn-off could simply be your sub-par hygiene.
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.
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.

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.

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.

Brooke x

An Old Romantic

2011-09-26T08:10:00.000-07:00

Hello 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!

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!

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?"

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!

Brooke x

Go on then...

2011-09-23T01:43:00.000-07:00

Another date tonight? Don't mind if I do!

Brooke x

His Goddess

2011-09-21T06:24:00.000-07:00

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.

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.

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!

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...

Brooke x

Erotica Exhibition

2011-09-19T09:46:00.000-07:00

When 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.

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!

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.

Brooke x

A Simple Seduction

2011-09-14T03:09:00.000-07:00

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

Brooke x

Back in London

2011-09-12T07:49:00.000-07:00

Had 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!

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 ;)

Sun + relaxation + copious amounts of wine = happy Brooke!

Love to you x

A Bum Date

2011-08-24T04:41:00.000-07:00

I don't mean to mislead you but, despite the title of this blog post, I won't be discussing anal sex today! I had a date with a new client last night; it was alright, but I wouldn't call him one of my favourites. Unfortunately we got off to a bad start because I arrived 15 minutes late - I had let him know that I was slightly behind schedule and the traffic was heavy (always a pain to meet after work, rush hour!), but was met with a haughty city boy who insisted on moaning about it for some time rather than accept my apology. He did cheer up slightly when he actually saw me, so at least he wasn't disappointed.

I realised that although he was young, he had quite old fashioned values; very patriotic, slightly patronising. He also tipped our lovely waiter about 0.5% of the bill - pretty tight considering how full his pockets were...

Being not very turned on by the whole experience, I've decided that I'll get myself off in the shower later on this afternoon instead. That should bring you a much juicer post!

Brooke x

Sex Under Water

2011-08-22T09:11:00.000-07:00

As I'm going abroad again soon, I can't help but let my mind drift to under-the-sea fantasies. I've found that they reality is never quite the same as I'd imagined though! I absolutely LOVE sex in the shower, but that's quite different to being fully submerged; you have the steam and the heat, contrasted with cool tiles to press your bare back up against. The only thing you need to watch out for is a slippery floor; it's not something I often try with my older clients, as I don't want to be responsible for a slipped disc!

The problem with sex under water is that it washes away a woman's natural wetness and lubrication. As any adult will know, the wetness between my legs is quite different to the wetness that washes up on the beach; we're silky and slippery - much more effective than water. There's also the issue of trying to get a condom on safely and keeping it there. Perhaps sex in the sea is something better left to committed couples! That doesn't mean I can't have dirty thoughts about it though...

As a sort of compromise, I've got myself a waterproof vibrator. I'll need to wait for a night this week when I have the flat to myself, then run myself a long, hot bath. I don't like having to keep quiet, especially when I have a new toy... I'll let you know how I get on with it. Hopefully I'll have some juicy gossip to tell you about my date tomorrow too!

Hope your week is as lovely as I intend mine to be,

Brooke x

Happy Brooke!

2011-08-19T05:00:00.000-07:00

Hi all,

After a sunny morning of success, I'm feeling pretty good. Off to visit some old friends this weekend, and I'm planning a fair bit of pampering so I look particularly delicious for my client next week. I've already got some outfit ideas; high heels (of course), smooth, bare legs and a short crochet dress; we're meeting late afternoon so thought I'd make the most of the last drops of summer.

Today I'm smelling of cocoa butter and Chanel (Chance eau tendre), with my ever-growing hair tumbling down my back. It's past my shoulders now, at last! Got a good mental picture? I always like to imagine what the writers of blogs I read look like!

Is it almost wine time yet?

Brooke x

Still Here, Still Sexy

2011-08-18T08:53:00.001-07:00

Hello lovelies,

I think that was the longest I've ever been away from my blog - I'm having withdrawal symptoms! Again, I'm sorry if you've been missing me lots; when the summer is this dreary, I can't help but run away to sunnier climes. I like to be spontaneous, so if someone offers me a ride to Paris or Rome, that's where you'll find me. It's not long until I'm off again, but I promise to be more vigilant up until then!

I haven't seen many clients over the last couple of weeks (hence the lack of sexy accounts), but my sex drive has remained through the roof. Many women will agree that when you're used to getting laid regularly and then suddenly stop, your body goes into overdrive: she is hungry! Due to that fact, I've spent a fair amount of time masturbating. I even indulged in some hotel room porn while I was all alone, with the lights and the volume low. There were some wife-sharing scenarios where a guy sat back whilst a muscle bound stud fucked his wife to high heaven. In one scene it was really sexy; her head was in her husband's lap, and she gripped his hand as the stranger drove into her as fast as he could manage. The pressure of his thrusts were enough to bounce the husband in his seat, and he had the perfect view of his wife's face as she screamed her way to orgasm. Another scene was not such a turn on though, as the husband sat apart looking thoroughly bored! It was the naughtiness of the first scene that really got me wet, and I kept my eyes on the screen as my fingers traced small strokes down towards my pussy.

I've seen some things during my time as an escort, but I have not yet been hired by a woman just to watch me with her husband; the ladies I've met always want to be involved too. I guess cuckolding is more common with men and their wives than the other way round.

I do have a date booked for next week - I must stop spending and start earning before I tip the scales!

Brooke x

A Massage With a Twist

2011-08-08T08:01:00.000-07:00

Afternoon you gorgeous lot,

I must apologise for my absence; I seem to have a lot on my plate lately, hard to find the time for my self-indulgent musings! I've had a couple of client problems in the last week, involving one who became a bit too obsessive and another whose recent ex-girlfriend found my number in his phone and has been giving me an earful. I would gladly give her some tips on how to satisfy her man if she's having difficulty...

Anyway, to the one night of the week that is worth mentioning; I met up with a client on Friday night for a quiet night in his hotel suite. Any regular readers will know that I'm a fan of erotic massage (giving and receiving), so I quite happily obliged when he asked me to use my skills. We had both prepared for this; his room was lit by lamp light and he was only wearing a towel, with Al Green playing low on the stereo (good choice). I wore a wrap around dress that allowed me to strip very easily, slip on heels and a sheer negligee that I kept on while we warmed up. One new addition was a massage candle I'd been told about. He looked a little worried when I first pulled it out of my bag; it has one edge that's designed for pouring, so I think he was worried I was about to pull out some S&M style branding games! He relaxed when I showed him though; the wax is warm to the touch but nowhere near hot enough to burn your skin. I tricked a tiny bit between my breasts to prove it to him, which was almost enough to distract him from the massage altogether!

I was surprised how well the warm oil massaged into his skin; it was moisturising rather than greasy, and the scent was better than incense. The atmosphere it created made both of us pretty horny, and soon he wanted a go at rubbing it into my breasts. We sat facing each other on the bed as he poured more into his hands and eagerly massaged me, squeezing and kneading with wide and excited eyes fixed on me. I think sensual products are a must have for girls in my line of work as well as sex toys; some clients like some soft core things to play with. I want another one already -- how had I not discovered these before?!

Have a beautiful week,

Brooke x

Melting

2011-08-03T09:42:00.000-07:00

I am so glad I don't have a date tonight; in this heat I already feel at post-coital temperature... it's a lot less sexy when there's only one of you! Just to keep you all hot for me, you're more than welcome to imagine me in a short white cotton dress with nothing underneath, pouring cold water onto myself to cool down... is that doing the trick? Are you picturing my hard nipples showing through the transparent fabric, clinging to my body? Hmmm, maybe I should go on an al fresco date and do that. I wonder if it would count as indecent exposure?

This evening calls for a fresh salad and a catch up with friends; I'm making the most of this!

Brooke x

That's More Like It!

2011-08-02T09:29:00.000-07:00

Well thank Goodness this week is off to a better start than the last one ended! I had a bit of hotel bathroom sex that lead to me touching myself again when I got home, my head full of steamed up mirrors and bodies covered in soap suds. Let me tell you about it.

As it was pretty hot and sticky yesterday, we both decided to freshen up before getting down to business. He followed me into the bathroom, turned on the shower and started kissing me in the middle of the bathroom, firmly on the lips with me on tip toes. As his hands roamed over my body, he found the zip of my floral dress and inched it down, then pushed my straps away so it fell to the floor. He unhooked my bra and tossed it aside, then pushed my lace French knickers down just enough for them to fall too. I undressed him rather more quickly; now that I was naked and my nipples were hard, I wanted to feel his warm skin on me. Within moments we were kissing again, more hungrily this time with his hard on pressed against my stomach; he slid two fingers between my legs and felt that I was already wet for him. I guided his cock between my legs, lifting one so he could push into me easily. I gasped as he filled me up, and the sound echoed off the granite. My back was to the door as he slid in and out of me, getting hotter as the room steamed up around us.

We fucked standing right where we were for a while, then I pushed him out; his face dropped for a moment, but I smiled seductively and stepped past him to the sink. It was just the right height for me to perch on the edge and open my legs for him. He was like an eager puppy, and couldn't wait to grab my legs and thrust into me again - much harder this time as I had something to hold onto. The ceramic felt cool on my arse (though not the most comfortable surface in the world!) and I let my head fall back with my eyes closed. It felt amazing balancing there, him pinning me to the spot. Again I took the lead and pushed him off, only put my feet on the floor and turn round. I bent over and arched my back for him, standing up on tip toes once more so he could enter me there. I held onto the edge and could just make out our reflections in the steamed up mirror; there's nothing sexier than watching yourself get fucked hard.

When he was about to come I got onto my knees and took his throbbing cock into my mouth, swallowing every last drop as he came in bursts, his body jerking as I ran my tongue over his sensitive post-orgasmic skin. We finished off with a shower, soaping up each other's bodies and washing away the sweet smell of sex.

So... how was your Monday?

Brooke x

A Dull Gentleman

2011-08-01T04:17:00.000-07:00

Apologies for the lack of posts last week; it was rather uneventful! I had dinner with a mature gentleman on Thursday night and found it quite hard to keep my eyes open. It was like having a conversation with Buzz Killington himself... I suppose meeting me must have been an attempt to add some excitement to his life, because it didn't sound like there was any other kind. Saying that, he insisted on keeping everything straight laced and middle of the road - no dark horse after all.

I'm meeting one of my favourite clients tonight to help him beat his Monday blues, so hopefully this session will prove a little more fruitful!

Hope you had a great weekend,

Brooke x

Third Time's a Charm - Part 2

2011-07-26T03:22:00.000-07:00

So. After that awesome session he got cooking and whipped me up a scrumptious Italian meal. We lingered for a while when we'd finished eating (there's no point attempting sexual aerobics on a full stomach), and eventually made our way to bed around midnight. He'd bought a sweet smelling massage oil and ordered me to strip off slowly and lie down on my front. He didn't have to ask me twice; I rested my head on folded arms and felt him carefully straddle me, positioning himself just below my arse. His big hands covered my back easily in just a few strokes, and the oil felt warm and stimulating. Before long I could feel him gently moving his pelvis as his hands moved up my back, brushing himself against my skin. He was already hard, and as he got more excited he started to push his cock more firmly against me. Arching my own pelvis in his direction, I eased my legs open just enough for him to slide his erection between my legs, feeling the wetness he had brought about. Each time he slid there he got closer to being inside my pussy, until he was working his way in inch by inch from behind. I could barely move - the weight of him on my back kept me there as he began to thrust. It wasn't until he was about to come that he released me and flipped me over to look at me as he pushed in again and again; with a shudder and a groan he collapsed on me, panting. Everything was warm and wet and deliciously messy. We fell asleep there in a tangle.

We were meant to leave around 9am, but ended up being a little bit late; I woke to him spooning me from behind and again stroking that curve of my waist and hip that he loves so much. Again, that familiar nudge pressed between my legs... he was ready, and rubbed my clit gently until I was ready too. I sleepily rocked with him as he slipped in and out of me, still with his fingers stroking me in just the right place. I moaned softly as I felt a long, gradual orgasm build up until it was full on and I shook against the curve of his body around me.

Now that's a wake up call.

Brooke x

Third Time's a Charm

2011-07-25T03:34:00.000-07:00

Now that's a good way to exhaust myself! I just met the one client this weekend, and thank goodness I didn't have another booking the next day - I spent most of it recovering in bed!

I dressed quite differently to my usual style for this date, but it seemed to have the desired effect. He's only seen me in dresses before and invited me to dress casually since we were staying in. I wore a tight t-shirt, tiny denim hot-pants and sexed it up with sky high black sandals. My legs looked long and tanned, and were silky smooth. The look on his face was priceless! We had a home cooked meal at his place, but decided to have a drink on the sofa before he started dinner (I do love a man who can cook).

Conversation came easily, and after one drink I could see him looking at me hungrily. I leaned over and kissed him, hooking my leg over his and leaning my body into him. He ran one hand long the curve of my waist and put the other behind my head to kiss me harder. Moving lower, he ran his hand along the length of my leg and back up again to squeeze my thigh. I pulled away and threw a cushion onto the floor, kneeling at his feet - slowly undoing his flies, I looked up at him with a mischievous smile. He pushed his trousers down and threw them aside, giving me space to pull his legs open and put my mouth there. I ran my tongue around his balls before running it from the base of his cock slowly up to the tip. He exhaled hard as I put my hot lips around it and took him deep into my mouth. Each time I pushed my head down, everything got hotter and wetter, and no doubt better. He was rock hard, so I stood up and pushed my hot-pants to the floor, discarding my t-shirt but keeping on the heels. I climbed onto his lap and lowered myself onto his cock, using his shoulders and my hips to rock myself up and down the length of him. I kept my legs wide open so he could grind really deep into me, and leaned forwards occasionally to push my breasts into his face. Without warning he grabbed my arse and stood up, wrapping my legs tightly around his back. With no wall for support, he lifted me just enough to thrust into me right there. So manly! From there was the perfect opportunity to fulfil the table fantasy, so I nodded my head in that direction and he carried me there, still inside me. He laid me on my back and stood at the table's edge, while I gripped it on either side of my hips. I arched my back to give him a good view, and couldn't stop the noise that came out of my mouth as he fucked me there. It was so hard! Hearing me climaxing and seeing my body shudder, he didn't need to hold back a minute longer; he pulled out and came across my breasts and my stomach. There was A LOT of come.

Bearing in mind that this was just the pre-dinner fuck, I think I may have to save the other two from that date for my next post, otherwise this will be a very long account! There's no chance of me forgetting that session any time soon, so look out for part 2 tomorrow...

Brooke x

Concocting a Plan...

2011-07-21T08:43:00.000-07:00

As a high class escort in London, you can never stop trying to exceed expectations. Sometimes I'm more in the mood to meet clients, and of course there are some guys I prefer to others. It does help when I fancy the pants off a man; it doesn't even feel like work, and I'm eager to please just to give myself a buzz - not only for the tip. If you're really not into it, a guy can usually tell, and he'll feel let down. A good escort can't be a clock watcher, grumpy, sleepy or tense; any trace of these things could totally ruin his pleasure, and his pleasure is what it's all about. If I can get some too, it's a bonus!

The client I'm meeting tomorrow is one I always enjoy seeing; he's got a raw animal sex appeal that's easy to succumb to. I've been meeting with him for a couple of months now, and I'm glad he's become a regular. I'm going to his apartment tomorrow, and I'm planning to experiment with a new location. At the moment I'm thinking of fucking on the table; I can hold onto the edge while he thrusts hard into me, my heels up on his shoulders so he can get really deep. Things don't always go to plan, but I had a little fantasy earlier that seemed like a good idea!

I also wanted to say thank you to the readers who email me, it's always lovely to hear from you. Feel free to drop me a line any time, I'll do my best to get back to you.

Love,

Brooke x

Cheer Me Up?

2011-07-20T03:35:00.000-07:00

Today is not such a good day. Doesn't it always seem like the more you earn, the more you spend? Of course it does. And thanks to this big nasty bill, I shall have to refrain from shoe shopping for the next week or three... how will I cope?! My beautiful pad is a financial drain, but I'm not living the dream just yet... not until I have a walk in wardrobe to rival SJP.

Why does a girl always want more?

Brooke x

Back from an Adventure

2011-07-19T06:47:00.000-07:00

I can't believe it's been almost a week since my last post! Did you miss me terribly? I'm sorry for depriving you from my escapades - I've been away on a secret little adventure. Somehow I managed to convince a straight man and a gay man to both have a threesome together with me at the weekend, and it worked rather well! The straight one was a lot more liberal than I'd expected, and the gay one paid me as much attention as the guy; I think he enjoyed the competition to see who could suck him off better. He politely awarded us a tie, but I was the one whose mouth he came into... that's enough for me. We partied for the rest of the night until my memory became hazy from vodka. It must have been a heavy night because I'm only just starting to recover!

Last night I felt run down, but an early night doesn't always lead to sleep; the memories of two toned men over and around and under me got me feeling hot again. I pulled off my silk nightdress and let the cotton sheet rest against my skin; a sensation I know all too well let me know that these recollections wouldn't leave my head until I gave in and recreated that orgasm I'd had with them. I took out my quietest vibrator and switched it on under the covers - first I held the length of it against my whole pussy, then concentrated on my clit when it began to pulse. Within seconds I was breathing heavily, remembering their breath on my neck as we rolled on the rug. Feeling myself get close, I moved my fingers south and took the place of my vibrator, so I could slowly slide it inside. It must have only been inside me for three seconds before I started to climax, my body shuddering hard and my legs shaking. It was fast and hot, and exactly what I needed.

Looking forward to two hot dates later this week... until then I think I'll curl up and relax!

Brooke x

A Swanky Evening

2011-07-13T07:04:00.000-07:00

I hate to go more than a week without being drenched in luxury, and a girl like me shouldn't have it any other way. Tonight I'll be joining some businessmen at a corporate event at one of London's top clubs with some other high class escorts, so I'm expecting things to get a little bit wild! You know what these suits can be like...

I have an extremely short black dress to wear, and my shoes have a slight dominatrix inspiration; sky high heels, black leather and delicate buckles strapped up to my ankles. Now that my hair has grown, I'm wearing it in long girly styles more often with an edge to my clothing - the perfect mix of fierce and feminine.

Someone might be getting a little bit tipsy later!

Brooke x

Juggling

2011-07-12T08:56:00.000-07:00

Just when you think your week isn't going to be too hectic, things crop up that will have you juggling social engagements! I'm confident that I can fit everything in, but it won't be easy... let's hope I get enough beauty sleep!

Brooke x

A Sweet Recollection

2011-07-11T04:25:00.000-07:00

I've had a few days off over the weekend and am feeling very refreshed. An old friend threw a party in the grounds of a beautiful mansion owned by her parents-in-law. This is why I love summer so much; Pimms and Champagne with a back drop of blue sky! We were very lucky - it seemed to be raining right up until Saturday morning and just took a few hours off to let the sun shine on us. The weather must have heard I was coming ;) The only downside is that you can't wear heels on grass; luckily I had a pair of vintage style wedges that went perfectly with my A-line dress, clinched at the waist. Very ladylike.

Although I've been a very good girl for the past few days (bar heavy consumption of alcohol), I did have a date last Thursday night which I have no problem recalling for you. In fact, I'm feeling pretty wet just thinking about it.

It was supposed to be my job to soothe a very tired, stressed client who has secured some huge business deals this week. I suppose you could say that he rewarded his success with an evening in my company! I had planned to spend some time massaging his back and his shoulders, but as we climbed onto the bed he stripped me naked and pushed me down onto my front. He had obviously remembered where I like to be kissed from last time, and started to trail light kisses down my neck. I instantly had goosebumps and felt blood rush down through my body. He carried on brushing his lips against my skin, working his way down the length of my back and running his tongue across the most sensitive places. I tried to reach back to touch him, but he pinned my hand back where it was - I couldn't move as he was straddling my thighs. I loved having him in control like that, and felt so turned on that I was desperate for him to fuck me right there and then. He must have noticed my impatience; he laughed and let a finger stroke between my legs. Feeling how wet my pussy was pushed him over the edge, unable to hold back and tease me any longer.

He sat up and let me open my legs for him, still laid on my front. He lifted my hips slightly and eased himself in; I could feel that he was rock hard and even bigger than I'd remembered. It was impossible for me to keep quiet - each time he slid inside it filled me up completely, making me gasp and cry out. I could feel his body completely covering me, but my face stayed down as he pushed deep into me again and again.

When he finally let me turn round to face him, I slid up the bed to the pillow and arched myself towards him, inviting him into my mouth. He took his cock and rubbed it between my breasts, and then into my mouth with my hot lips tight around the head. When it was wet enough, I used my hands to stroke him harder against me and more forcefully into my mouth until he was ready to explode. He came with a groan, coming hard all over my breasts and my face. I rubbed it across my lips, making him shudder each time my tongue flicked across his tip.

His massive orgasm was some consolation for me managing to get cum in my eye... it always stings like hell! Worth it though, for a job well done.

Having an evening of pampering tonight... I think a mini-manicure is called for.

Brooke x

A Heavy Sofa Session

2011-07-07T03:29:00.000-07:00

I've seen a lot of nice places in my time, but when my client invited me back to his place on Tuesday night I was very impressed with his pad. He lives in the penthouse on private grounds overlooking the river. Everything was clean, modern, and a glass wall gave breathtaking views across the city. It was a shame that the rain meant we couldn't drink on the balcony as he'd planned, but the leather sofas did us just fine.

With me on wine and him on beer, everything seemed to be running smoothly; I sat in the corner of the sofa with my legs across his lap. He stroked my thigh, and gradually my skirt rode up enough to reveal the lace top of my stocking. I felt him harden underneath me as his fingers brushed the fabric, and he pushed it up further to discover by bare pussy, framed by suspenders. There was no turning back from that point: he put down his drink and took mine to put on the floor, instantly turning his attention to between my legs. He stroked the soft skin there first, and bent forward to kiss me; I felt the pressure from his lips get harder as he dipped a finger inside me and felt that I was already wet.

The next minute went fluidly; his trousers came down and he slid inside me, hooking my legs over him sideways. It hit my g-spot and felt amazing - I told him so. That almost made him come straight away, but he managed to hold back by slowing down. He fucked me there on my side for a while, then I pushed him up and climbed on top to straddle. I pulled my dress up over my head but kept on the lingerie. He gripped onto my waist and moved with me as I rode up and down the length of his cock, pushing down as hard as I could to take him deep. As I ground into him I leaned forwards so my breasts were pressed against his face, and titled my hips to rub my clit against him.

We finished with him bearing down on me as I sank into the sofa with my legs wide open; I told him to go faster so that he would come when I did. I was very vocal about letting him know how close I was, and that did the trick.

I wonder if any penthouse residents of neighbouring blocks had a live sex show?

Brooke x

A Description of my Lingerie

2011-07-05T07:03:00.001-07:00

Not a lot has happened today, so I thought I'd tell you in detail about the lingerie I've just put on for my date later.

I'm wearing a matching two-piece in turquoise satin; the bra has black lace running from the middle ribbon bow, continuing onto the straps over my shoulders. It gives me a tempting cleavage, pushing my breasts together ever so slightly. The bottom half is not panties, nor french knickers, nor a thong; in fact, I'm bare naked down there. The matching piece is actually a suspender belt in the same turquoise satin and black lace. The suspenders clip onto the lace tops of my sheer black stockings, resting flat against my smooth thighs.

On my feet are one of my favourite pairs of heels: black patent Christian Louboutins. They're classic, sexy and go with everything. Even better, they're comfortable enough to keep on as you bend me over a desk and take me from behind. Bonus.

I hope you have a good mental picture...

Brooke x

A Sweet, Sad Case

2011-07-04T04:21:00.000-07:00

Sorry I haven't blogged in a few days; I thought life might be a bit calmer last week, but it seemed to get even busier! So many things to do, people to see... good job I like to keep busy!

I spent yesterday with a sweet guy with some great privileges from business contacts; however he's a bit of a sad case. I feel quite sorry for him. He's average looking but not completely unattractive, seems to have good social skills but never quite gets it right with women! I think he hopes that by spending time with me he'll get more used to what women want, and how to please them. I am the perfect teacher, if I do say so myself! He's very eager, which is good, but perhaps this is too obvious. He will be my new project!

Tomorrow night I am being cooked dinner by another client at his flat; it's much less common, but should be nice!

Hope you all had a fabulous weekend,

Brooke x

A Good, Hard Seeing To

2011-06-29T02:52:00.000-07:00

Last night was HOT. Delicious. I spent the whole night so we were in no rush; after a few drinks, we had dinner at a cute French restaurant and stayed until they were counting up the till. Why am I always the last one standing?!

Back at his place, we couldn't stop kissing. You know how some mouths are extra compatible? Each touch of his lips sent flutters through me, and when he ran his hand along my inner thigh, I got wet instantly. He gently stroked me through the black lace of my thong, but all I wanted was for him to pull it aside and feel what he had done to me. At this point we were precariously balanced on the sofa; feeling impatient for him, I grabbed his hand and marched him to the bedroom.

Taking off his shirt was just as good as I remembered; smooth, tanned skin on his broad back, and just enough hair on his chest to bring out my animalistic side. I love that he lets me scratch my nails down his back, digging them in when I want him to push harder. I felt so small when he was wrapped around me - such a manly man! After expertly going down on me, he climbed up over me and I wrapped my legs around his back. He was inches from my face as he pushed inside me, gently at first and then thrusting harder as he eased all the way into me. I came twice from penetration alone, which isn't that common. I could have fucked him all night long if he hadn't worn me out so much!

Feeling like the cat that got the cream. Love my job.

Brooke x

Something To Look Forward To...

2011-06-27T03:35:00.000-07:00

Ah, it's so easy to bubble over with happiness when the sun's shining. After a long and crazy Friday night, I've had a good rest, a bit of pampering and am looking forward to a date with my muscle-bound client tomorrow.

The guy on Friday was just as I'd remembered; he looked great, but his touch sent shivers down my spine (and not in a good way). He likes constant contact; always an arm round my waist, round my shoulder, his face nuzzled in my neck. Anyone would have thought that I was the one paying him to fawn over me! Of course, I dealt with it like a professional and returned the affection, keeping my grimaces well hidden from sight. I wonder if other women get the same feeling from him?

Really looking forward to my next date; he wants to cook me dinner at his place - I think a real GFE is called for. Just thinking about his physique makes me wet, so I know we'll have fun, as usual! I don't understand why he doesn't have a girlfriend; works too hard, I guess. I'll let you know how it goes.

Stay cool,

Brooke x

Sexing the Sleaze

2011-06-24T05:40:00.000-07:00

In my line of work, you don't always get to date handsome young studs. Luckily I'm quite partial to a silver fox, and most of my clients are gentlemanly and a pleasure to be around. However, there is the odd one who I find a real turn off, making me have to work a lot harder. I have a really fun date lined up tonight, but there's something about the guy I can't quite put my finger on. He's attractive, looks after himself, dresses well and is always polite, but he has this slightly sleazy quality that makes me feel uneasy. He's never put a foot out of line - impeccably behaved, so I don't feel justified in not seeing him any more. Let's see if tonight is any improvement!

Have a great weekend,

Brooke x

Domestic Goddess

2011-06-23T06:54:00.000-07:00

I am a domestic Goddess. Having no flatmate around is great! Last night I cooked a delicious risotto with chicken, avocado and white wine. I cleaned, I did washing and reorganised my wardrobe (one of them)... am going to make someone a kick-ass wife one day. Did I tell you that I can bake too? A lady in the street and a freak in the bed - that's what you need!

No clients tonight, one more night to myself and then a fun date tomorrow (if it doesn't rain).

Love,

Brooke x

Free House

2011-06-21T02:26:00.000-07:00

My flatmate is going to be away for the next couple of weeks, so looking forward to having a free house. No mess to clean up after her, no need to worry about waking her up when I creep in late. I might even do a couple of incalls while she's gone, as long as I know that the clients won't turn into crazy stalkers. I had a dream about one last night, freaked me out! An empty flat is also a great opportunity to prance around the flat naked and watch some x-rated films with the volume up. Better remember to close the blinds though!

Kisses,

Brooke x

Stormy...

2011-06-17T06:19:00.000-07:00

Did anyone see that thunder storm last night? I was with a client in an outdoor bar, luckily under a canopy. It was amazing! Something about the electricity in the air heated it up between us... we had to be interrupted from some hot and heavy kissing for them to close up! Oops, got a little bit lost in the moment. He was a very good kisser.

I don't understand why some escorts forbid french kissing. I know they like to keep their work and personal lives separate, but isn't being handed a wad of cash by a stranger enough to signify that? It can't be pleasurable for them if they're that closed off. Kissing is the place where you start, and gets you turned on easily (if they know what they're doing). If a man is bad at it, you can guide him or move your lips lower, which he'll never complain about!

Hope you have a great weekend,

Brooke x

Time Alone

2011-06-16T06:07:00.000-07:00

Ah, the worst day came to an end, eventually. Not everything has been resolved, but I'm feeling a bit less stressed now. I think having a night to myself last night helped ease some of the tension; I had a hot bath with jasmine oil and an early-ish night. Don't go thinking that this was a dull evening though, dear reader; au contraire. It gave me time to explore my body, with nobody else to please but myself.

First, I ensured that getting into bed felt perfect. That meant fresh sheets, smooth moisturised skin and a low lit lamp. I took the book of erotic short stories from under my bed and flicked to the page I'd marked weeks ago. It's not often that I have the time and energy for it these days, but I let my hand drift below the sheets and over my breasts and caressed it gently as I started to read. I felt my nipple harden, and that familiar warmth calling me from between my legs. I imagined I was the girl in the story, being taken roughly on the bed with the balcony doors wide open. I brushed my fingers across my pussy, then felt myself starting to get wetter and wetter. I slid my finger inside just an inch, then rubbed the wetness across my clit. Every part of my body started to heat up and my breaths came less steadily as I stroked myself. With the flat to myself, I didn't need to worry about being quiet; already panting, I started to groan as the tension built up in my body. As the girl in the story climaxed, I found myself getting close - not able to keep my eyes open any longer, I dropped the book and used both hands to touch myself. My body shuddered hard and I came for what felt like forever - every time I thought my orgasm was about to subside, a new wave washed over me!

One thing about a good, hard climax is that you know you're going to get a great night's sleep afterwards. Way better than a stress ball.

Brooke x

Worst Day

2011-06-15T05:25:00.000-07:00

I'm having a terrible day. Nothing has gone right from the moment I woke up with a pounding headache, late for an appointment (not with a client). Let's hope things improve; frowning doesn't suit me.

Brooke x

The Juicy Details

2011-06-14T02:09:00.001-07:00

Hello my lovelies,

I have been a busy bee, and not sure how I would have got through the last stressful week without the marathon hands-on session I had at the weekend. I'd bought a Kama Sutra Massage Therapy kit a few days before and had been dying to try out the oils; massage is one of my favourite things to give and receive. Luckily it crops up fairly often in my line of work, so I need to keep my supplies of sex toys stocked up!

My client loves it when I bring along romantic kits like this, so his eyes lit up when I pulled five different scented oils from by bag. I told him that they were brand new and I needed a subject to test them on; of course, he gladly obliged. He had been at work (on a Saturday, poor guy), so I chose 'Healing Blend' to soothe his tired muscles. It's got a relaxing scent of lavender, rosemary, nutmeg and various other hints. As he laid flat on his front with his head resting on his crossed arms, I straddled him and settled below his back, with my skin bare against his. I poured some oil into my hand first to warm it up, then rubbed it onto him in long, firm strokes. I ran my hands over his shoulders, then worked them back down in smooth kneading motions. He groaned appreciatively, and if I hadn't been naked, he may well have drifted off. I spent a good 20 minutes caressing his skin, finishing off with my trademark move of rubbing the last of the oil into his back with my breasts. That made him wake up!

To return the favour, he chose 'Pleasure Garden', which smelled as delicious as it sounded. He didn't want to be confined to my back; he massaged down my arms, along my legs and rubbed his hands over every curve he could find. It was very sensual, and kept us both slick and smooth. I was so glad that the oil didn't dry up or go sticky - that always spoils my fun! When you're both oiled up, you can rub your bodies against each other in a way that's electric; I challenge you not to spend the rest of the night copulating after that!

Reliving it in my head... thank God I have plenty left for next time!

Brooke x

The Juicy Details

2011-06-14T02:09:00.000-07:00

Hello my lovelies,

I have been a busy bee, and not sure how I would have got through the last stressful week without the marathon hands-on session I had at the weekend. I'd bought a Kama Sutra Massage Therapy kit a few days before and had been dying to try out the oils; massage is one of my favourite things to give and receive. Luckily it crops up fairly often in my line of work, so I need to keep my supplies stocked up!

My client loves it when I bring along some kind of sexual aid, so his eyes lit up when I pulled five different scented oils from by bag. I told him that they were brand new and I needed a subject to test them on; of course, he gladly obliged. He had been at work (on a Saturday, poor guy), so I chose 'Healing Blend' to soothe his tired muscles. It's got a relaxing scent of lavender, rosemary, nutmeg and various other hints. As he laid flat on his front with his head resting on his crossed arms, I straddled him and settled below his back, with my skin bare against his. I poured some oil into my hand first to warm it up, then rubbed it onto him in long, firm strokes. I ran my hands over his shoulders, then worked them back down in smooth kneading motions. He groaned appreciatively, and if I hadn't been naked, he may well have drifted off. I spent a good 20 minutes caressing his skin, finishing off with my trademark move of rubbing the last of the oil into his back with my breasts. That made him wake up!

To return the favour, he chose 'Pleasure Garden', which smelled as delicious as it sounded. He didn't want to be confined to my back; he massaged down my arms, along my legs and rubbed his hands over every curve he could find. It was very sensual, and kept us both slick and smooth. I was so glad that the oil didn't dry up or go sticky - that always spoils my fun! When you're both oiled up, you can rub your bodies against each other in a way that's electric; I challenge you not to spend the rest of the night copulating after that!

Reliving it in my head... thank God I have plenty left for next time!

Brooke x

Massage Heaven

2011-06-13T07:58:00.000-07:00

I had an incredible time with a regular client this weekend, which involved a whole lot of massage oil... I'm in a rush now but will fill you in tomorrow!

Hope you had a fantastic weekend,

Brooke x

Temptation

2011-06-10T01:58:00.000-07:00

I like temptation. I don't know why it has such a bad name; as long as nobody else is getting hurt, why not indulge? If I want chocolate, I will eat it and exercise later. If I want wine I will drink it, to counterbalance the mineral water I drink all day. If I want to smoke a joint, I'll clean my teeth thoroughly afterwards and sleep well. If I want sex, I will do it safely and love every minute. If I want to splash out on a designer handbag, I will buy it with the money I've worked hard to earn. And I'm happy!

I also love to be the temptress. We're adults, it's consensual, so if you want to worship my spiked heels, I'm not going to stop you. Ladies, I recommend trying a switch if you're usually quite submissive - it's very empowering. Mix it up a bit, it's delicious.

Don't deny yourself life's pleasures. Sure, go easy on toxins and pay your bills first, but enjoy life! A bit of what you like is good for you. Burdening yourself with guilt is no way to live; you know the difference between right and wrong, so be your own moral compass.

That's all for now. Have a great weekend!

Brooke x

Sordid Office Affair

2011-06-09T07:30:00.000-07:00

I had a lot of fun on Tuesday night. Due to copious pre-dinner, during-dinner and post-dinner cocktails, I wasn't feeling too clever yesterday! I spent the night with my client, and woke up 2 hours after I was supposed to leave. Whoops! Luckily he had left the hotel for an early meeting, so I got to laze about a bit. The restaurant was incredible, some of the best food I've had in a long time... getting hungry just thinking about it, actually.

I decided to wear some vintage style stockings with seams running along the back of my legs (my favourite), sheer black with lace tops, which you could just see under my skirt when I crossed my legs. I made sure it was only visible to my client under the table cloth, well hidden from his business associates. Just as I'd hoped, I did feel his hand slide under the hem a few times, squeezing my thigh tightly. I did the same to him, and felt his body tense when I moved slowly towards his semi hard-on. I only lingered there for a moment, which was worth it to see the flash of delight and terror cross his face!

Back in the room, I kept on my heels and suspenders while he bent me over the dressing table. I felt like a secretary or PA having a sordid affair with her boss - quite exciting really! The sex was fast, and before he'd finished he pulled out and rubbed his cock across the bare skin of my arse, coming all over me. It was so hot - that is until he had to go and get some tissue while I stayed bent there to avoid making a mess! He rubbed it off tenderly, taking the time to trail his eyes along my curves. Very nice.

I think every woman should own a pair of those stockings.

Brooke x

Phew

2011-06-07T01:51:00.000-07:00

Thank Goodness the rain's taking a break this morning; I'm not a fan of wet feet, and wellies just didn't go very well with my pinstripe dress! I have a business dinner later, so had to think carefully about my outfit. The neck line is high enough to be respectable, the hem skims my knees, but the dress clings in all the right places. Paired with some grey high heels, that should show I mean business! Of course, I will be wearing stockings and suspenders underneath... I wonder if my client will have a sneaky feel under the dinner table? I do hope so...

Brooke x

Panic and Calm

2011-06-06T06:39:00.000-07:00

It's always terrifying for a woman to start noticing the first signs on ageing, so I hope I can be forgiven for letting out a squeal when I found a couple of white hairs on my head. Bring on the dye! As a natural dark brunette, it was inevitable that they'd show up sooner or later. I still have a few years before I turn 30 - can the wrinkles at least hold their horses until then? Pretty please? I can only handle one drama at a time. However, I've just bought a set off lush massage oils, so I'm hoping to calm myself by using them on a client, then getting him to return the favour. I'll let you know how it goes.

I met a client this weekend who was very handsome with a chiselled jaw and dark eyes, but sadly I felt no spark; he won't be my new crush. I still appreciated him physically and he was good in bed, but it still felt like work. Then again, if I let myself enjoy it too much it can become a problem professionally - maybe this is a good thing!

All you Londoners, don't miss the Sex Worker Film Festival this Sunday, at the Rio Cinema in East London. It's the first one ever, promoting our right to choose to be in this industry and not to be judged for it. Get behind it! If Hackney Council had their way, there wouldn't even be any lapdancing or strip clubs. How dull, and how dare they! When will this country catch on?

Wishing you a week full of joy, wine and sex,

Brooke x

Wanted: New Crush

2011-06-02T04:37:00.000-07:00

It's been a while since I've had a proper crush on someone. The client I met last weekend was very sexy, but when I laid in bed last night touching myself, I only thought of him for a few moments. If you have to work to keep him in your mind, he's not the one to light your fire. Although it's infuriating and exhausting to have a full on crush, I am starting to miss it... those butterflies in your stomach, wondering if it's him every time your phone vibrates. I wonder who it will be next?

If you think you can make me wet with one smouldering stare, look this way...

Brooke x

Summer Already?

2011-06-01T09:18:00.000-07:00

May flew by! I can't believe it's June already. Today has been kind of hectic, and I'm looking forward to bed at a respectable hour (alone tonight). I wonder who will dominate my thoughts tonight?

Brooke x

A Manly Man

2011-05-31T04:21:00.000-07:00

Well. Those photos certainly weren't exaggerated or outdated. When I met my client this weekend, I was very impressed with his physique! There's something about tall, muscly men that sets my heart aflutter. They're so manly, and make me feel dainty and feminine - not that it puts me off dominating them, if the mood calls for it. I could tell that this one was besotted almost immediately, gushing with compliments and chivalrous gestures. I wondered if he might lose confidence in the bedroom due to this awe but, luckily for me, that wasn't the case.

Once the door was closed, he picked me up and threw me onto the bed. Standing over me as he loosened his tie, I knew that he was in charge of the situation. I decided to let him set the pace, so I stayed on my back, opened my legs and lifted my dress to give him a peek at the purple lace underneath. He knelt infront of me and put his hands under my skirt, peeled off my panties and threw them behind him. Leaving on my dress, he pushed it up around my waist and lowered his face between my legs. He didn't hesitate or tease - his tongue pressed forcefully against my pussy, wet and warm. I relaxed into it and let the pleasure wash over me. It's hard to remember when exactly we both got naked, it seemed to happen in stages. I realised he was when he climbed up my body and put his hard cock into my mouth, while I was still lying on the bed. The angle is never great in this position, but there's something very sexy about the submission. Soon after that he was fucking me hard, lifting my hips with his strong arms to press right against his. I let him know that he didn't need to be delicate with me, and from there on the sex was incredible. Whenever he felt himself getting close, he picked me up and bent me into a different position, before pushing all the way into me again. Watching his chest and his arms tensed up was such a turn on. I came before he did, not caring about how much noise I made; when you're fucking that hard, it has to be loud!

Have another appointment booked with him already. Good times.

Brooke x

Shopping Spree?

2011-05-27T02:53:00.000-07:00

I've been quite good this month; no new lingerie, no new shoes. I'm quite overdue a good pampering session too; methinks it might be a good time to splash out on myself? It is a Friday, after all...

I'll let you know how my date goes this weekend - hopefully it's as hot as I'm hoping it'll be!

Brooke x

Short Date

2011-05-26T01:25:00.000-07:00

My date seemed to come and go pretty quickly last night (and not in my usual sense of the word). From the moment he arrived, he seemed quite subdued and distracted. He was still gentlemanly, complimenting my dress and offering me drinks, but he never quite seemed to be there with me. It seems a shame for him to spend money on me when he's not in the mood; he didn't give any reason why, but when I've met him in the past he always was much more enthusiastic. After dinner he asked if I minded continuing our evening in a couple of weeks - it's one of the earliest nights I've had in a long time. Hope he's ok.

On the other hand, the other guy I'm meeting this week couldn't be more keen! He's counting down the hours until we meet. I have a good feeling about this one, think we could have some explosive sex. I'm game if he is...

Brooke x

Phew

2011-05-25T03:45:00.000-07:00

After an unusually busy day yesterday, I feel completely drained today. I have a dinner date tonight but not an overnighter, so hopefully I'll be able to muster up some charm for those few hours. A coffee or two may be required!

I was contacted by a guy last night who I haven't met yet; we were meant to go on a date sometime last year but it fell through. Now he's in town on a more permanent basis, so will be meeting him soon. He sent me a couple of photos, and my, those are large biceps! I like a big man, and he certainly looks quite sizeable. Pick me up without wheezing and I'm yours ;-)

Brooke x

?!?!

2011-05-24T03:15:00.000-07:00

What's going on today? I was fairly relaxed yesterday, but now I have so much to do - things keep landing in my lap! Too busy to blog, catch up tomorrow...

Brooke x

(and some extra kisses for you xxxxxx)

Behind Closed Doors

2011-05-23T02:49:00.000-07:00

It still surprises me how different people can be behind closed doors. Sometimes it's a good thing, like when guys drop the bravado they put on in front of their friends and show you who they really are. My client last week had an air of confidence that really fooled me! On meeting him, I guessed he was around 30; tall, slim and quite handsome - very clean cut. He walked as if he owned the room, and seemed perfectly at ease with himself. Being with a glamorous woman seemed second nature to him, so I relaxed and was having a great time at the bar. When we went up to his room, his manner completely changed; he barely spoke, seeming nervous and quiet. I wondered if I'd done something wrong, but he turned out to just be painfully shy in private! He was, in fact, only 21; by no means a virgin, but had been with the same girl for a long time and had become single a few months ago. I suddenly felt as though I'd have to be a lot more delicate than I was planning to!

Being with a woman again must have been a blissful relief for him. It took me a while to coax out his sexual confidence, but an old school make-out session seemed to work. We kissed for a long time, and as I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh, he felt brave enough to slide his hand across the front of my dress, grazing the exposed skin of my cleavage and squeezing my breast in his hand. I unbuttoned his shirt, stopping every now and then to check his expression (eyes closed, lips parted) or to kiss his pale chest. His hard on was impressive; this guy certainly had nothing to be shy about down below. I slid down onto my knees and undid his trousers slowly, looking up at him with a naughty glint in my eye.

The sex felt good. We started on the bed, him on top of me thrusting a regular rhythm. He almost came a few times, but managed to stop himself by slowing right down. That seemed to do the opposite for me - as he gradually pulled out then pushed back into me inch by inch, I felt my body start to shake and a long orgasm rippled through me in waves. This was enough encouragement for him; he looked delighted, and went harder and faster after that with a renewed confidence!

He's very eager to see me again, but I mustn't see him too regularly. It's dangerous to let someone vulnerable transfer their affections to you after a long term relationship. It's happened before, and I'm not in the business of heart breaking. Sometimes it's unavoidable though...

Hope you all had a fabulous weekend.

Brooke x

2011-05-19T01:46:00.000-07:00

I'm a bit of a goldfish when it comes to shoes. I always forget how horrendously uncomfortable the pretty ones are; after they've broken my feet, I curse them and throw them in the back of my wardrobe. Then, months later, I pull them out again, delighted that I've found a gorgeous pair discarded. And the cycle continues! I may be crippled by the end of the day.

I have a date tonight, so will have to rethink my choice of footwear (or work this slow, careful walk). Looking forward to a glass of wine and good company. It's also been a week since I had a client, so itching to get my groove on!

Brooke x

Snowed Under

2011-05-18T05:34:00.000-07:00

As much as I love days on end of no responsibilities and copious spending, it does take its toll. I find myself snowed under with things to do... it's all catching up with me! I also made quite an impressive hole in my bank account. Ah well, you only live once!

Brooke x

A Naughty Habit

2011-05-17T03:46:00.000-07:00

I'm back! I've had more than my fair share of weekends away lately, so I'm a happy girl. I did promise to tell you all about the appointment I had last week, and I don't mind recalling those memories one bit...

Back in town on business, this client had a room in his usual hotel. I can tell that he's a creature of habit; always the same wine, the same brand of cigarettes, the same haircut, and luckily for me, the same escort. He told me that he's tried a few other girls from agencies, but was never satisfied. He thinks you should stick to what you know, and he has known me intimately. On his request I had worn crotchless panties, which never completely came off - he loves pulling them aside, yanking and twisting them as he gets worked up.

He started slowly and gently, planting light kisses along my collar bone. His breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine, and as I exhaled heavily in the silence, he moved his lips lower. Peeling off my clothes as he moved along, his tongue eventually found my warm, wet pussy through the slit in the fabric of my knickers. If his own need wasn't so urgent, I'm sure he would have happily stayed there all night, massaging my clit in smooth circles. It felt delicious; by the time he climbed up and knelt over me, I was completely ready for him. He looked at me with that twinkle I told you about - a confident, satisfied and knowing look that makes me melt. I've only ever seen a few guys pull it off, and he is definitely one of them. He held my gaze as he pushed into me, the lace of my underwear now pressed up against him. He kept it slow and soft at first, then the thrusts got harder as my moans grew louder. Grinding into me, he filled me up with every inch of his solid cock inside me.

When he felt himself getting close, he stopped and pulled me round onto my knees to take me from behind. He took a moment to stroke my thighs, running his fingers just inside the edge of my panties. He readjusted them to give him full access, rubbed the tip of his cock along my pussy, then slid inside me again. This time it didn't take long for him to come; it sounded explosive, making him cry out in ecstasy. I must be good... ;-)

I had another self indulgent weekend with friends, and now back to London life. Hope you're all having a fabulous Tuesday,

Brooke x

An All Nighter

2011-05-11T07:48:00.000-07:00

I have an overnight booking tonight, and will have to remember every little detail to tell you all about it, as I won't be reunited with my laptop again until Monday. This is a client I probably told you about quite a while ago; he's fairly plain to look at, but has a twinkle in his eye that really gets me going. It's true that sexual confidence comes from inside; you don't have to look like Johnny Depp or Angelina Jolie to work it (though if you do look like either of them, message me right now!). This man isn't shy about what he wants, though I'll be on my knees before he's even told me to suck him off. Can't wait.

Have a great weekend, and if you get bored, just imagine what my lips will be doing in a few hours...

Brooke x

Sexual Dreams

2011-05-10T02:15:00.000-07:00

Apparently, dreams can last from a few seconds up to around 45 minutes - but when you wake up from a deep slumber, it seems as though you've been lost in that world for days. I was rudely awakened by my alarm this morning, forced to reluctantly pull myself away from the gorgeous man I'd spent the night with (in my head). I can't fully recall his face now, but I think he was a mix between a couple of clients; mid thirties, sandy blond hair, tall and well built. I remember him throwing me around as if I were weightless, and constantly teasing me sexually. I don't think he wore a shirt the entire time.

We never actually did the deed; he kissed me, brushed his lips across my chest and stomach, ran his fingers up my thighs and laid on me with his hard cock pressing against me through his jeans. I wanted him so desperately, but never quite made it there. So frustrating! I wonder if it would have happened if my alarm hadn't gone off?

I actually felt a bit melancholy when I woke up, gutted that this man doesn't actually exist. I really wanted him. Maybe another night...

Brooke x

Barely Alive...

2011-05-09T04:01:00.000-07:00

Oh, my. That was a heavy weekend. I always plan too much, thinking that I'll be able to meet a client, go clubbing, sleep for a few hours and be up again to meet friends for lunch on the docks. That last part didn't happen, unfortunately! Saturday night was so crazy; my client persuaded me to extend, so I was late to the club and played 'catch up' on the vodka - my friends were way ahead of me in the tipsy stakes at that point. I was also carrying a fair amount of cash, which resulted in me being far to generous when I got drunk. How did I spend that much on alcohol?!

Sunday was purely a day of recovery. No phone calls, no light. Only my darling flat mate was allowed in to bring me an afternoon breakfast, bless her. I'm feeling a little more human today, but only just!

Brooke x

On the Prowl

2011-05-06T03:57:00.000-07:00

Girls - do you ever get in one of those moods where you feel empowered, sexual and predatory? You might think that it comes naturally with my profession, but not always. Sometimes I feel more girly or ladylike, coy or mischievous. This mood is one of my favourites; filled with confidence, walking tall, and knowing that every head in the street will turn for you. It's quite intoxicating. Let's hope it lasts all weekend...

Brooke x

Turn the Lights Low

2011-05-05T04:43:00.000-07:00

Being a high class escort, you have to keep your appearance practically perfect at all times. I usually take pride and pleasure in this, loving my nights of pampering and salon appointments. However, my love of wine and penchant for vodka can sometimes be a hindrance! After all the fun last weekend, I discovered multiple bruises, a cigarette burn and some grazes across my body that aren't the prettiest things to look at. I can't remember doing most of them! For my date last night, I tried my best to make my skin look gorgeous with shimmering moisturiser and bronzer, but some marks refused to be hidden. Luckily, my client only noticed one bruise on my arm, which he kissed gently and promptly forgot about. Phew!

To hide the burn and bruises on my legs, I wore classic black lace topped stockings with a vintage style seam running down the backs. I suggested to him that I kept these on with my black heels, and nothing else; unsurprisingly, he liked that idea. He tried to roll them down at one point after kissing all the way from my ankle to my thigh, but I guided his hands to my breasts and squeezed my hands there over his. It felt good to have him pressed warm against my body.

This weekend will bring even more fun - I can't wait. Hope your year is proving to be as exciting as mine!

Brooke x

Loving the Long Weekend

2011-05-03T02:49:00.000-07:00

My long weekend didn't get off to the best start; my client cancelled our date at the last minute, leaving me all dressed up with nowhere to go. I had been looking forward to it, as I met him once before and he is pretty damn sexy. However, spontaneous nights are often the best ones; I ended up partying with my flatmate and her friends until 5am. Fun times! That did mean that I missed the Royal Wedding on TV, but was up in time to join a street party in the afternoon. Yet another late night left my flat looking a little worse for wear...

I escaped London for the last two days and visited a friend on the south coast. I wish I could say that it gave me a chance to relax, but the partying continued! Everywhere had such a great atmosphere this weekend - I love times like that. I also found a very handsome young man to dance with, and spent the evening making out like teenagers. I felt 18 again, but had a lot more fun than when I was actually that age.

Now I'm back in the city and trying to get myself back into the usual routine. I still have a little time to daydream, don't I?

Brooke x

Life is Good

2011-04-28T04:06:00.000-07:00

Ahhh, this is turning out to be a great April. I've had my fair share of sun, sea and cocktails... what a lucky girl I am. I must admit that I enjoyed all the attention I got last weekend, and when my client was busy I caught up on reading and sunbathing. I also got to wear a cute array of nautical inspired outfits - very 50s pin up girl!

I've also been having some fun with my new toy to add to my modest collection of vibrators; I recently got rid of an old one so thought it only fair to get a new one. This one (called Bliss) is pretty and pink, and waterproof; too much water isn't good as it washes away your natural wetness, but having a warm shower on your back is wonderful. It's not the kind of shape you'd want to be rough with, but the curves pressed against my clit sent waves of pleasure through me. It's not a straight up phallic shape like most sex toys, but is a series of smooth bumps along the shaft. With the click of a button, I upped the intensity, then once more, until my whole body started to shake. It took me from zero to the big O in just a minute, and seemed to keep me up on the brink of climax for ages afterwards. It feels rigid, more rock hard than even I'm used to, but at the same time is deliciously smooth. I do believe I'm a fan.

I think I might take it along the next time I have a date; he could run it over my sensitive areas, switching the level of vibrations to keep me off guard. I'm sure it won't be long until its next outing...

I'll be away for another couple of days now, but don't forget me!

Brooke x

Summer Love

2011-04-20T06:31:00.000-07:00

So, it's gone a bit cloudy now, but there's still been enough fine weather to stir up the butterflies in my stomach! I'll be going to a small soiree on a yacht this weekend, should be absolutely brilliant. I might even take my sailor girl hat.

I'm planning to try out my new toy tonight, so will let you know how it goes...

Brooke x

Restless

2011-04-19T03:20:00.000-07:00

I am feeling restless today. I feel really horny but don't have a booking until tomorrow... will have to amuse myself tonight. I had good pampering session yesterday, and now I'm trying to resist too much shopping! You'd be amazed at how quickly cash disappears.

Believe it or not, I do have things to do - I'm not a complete lady of leisure. It's just so hard to focus as soon as the sun comes out! Must find motivation.

Brooke x

Silly Girls

2011-04-18T03:16:00.000-07:00

You can usually tell when a girl is new to the escort industry. Her profile may be full of false promises and fake measurements... We all know when she's a size 10/12 and 34C. There's nothing wrong with that. So why say she's a size 8 and 32DD? The photos tell a different story! And don't get me started on their ages... be honest! Sometimes, a couple of years experience is preferred. The only thing that will be achieved by fibbing on your profile is having disappointed clients when they meet you in the flesh. When I advertised online, I tried to keep it as honest as possible; not one door has been slammed in my face for not being the girl in the photos, or being 6 years older than they expected. These escort girls really don't do themselves any favours!

Rocking the 50s look today.

Brooke x

Lingerie Fiend

2011-04-15T05:05:00.000-07:00

This week has gone fast. It seems like only yesterday I was bathing in the sun... judging by the list of errands I haven't got round to completing this week, I may as well have been!

Wednesday night was quite fun, but I wasn't left as satisfied as I had hoped I'd be. Having felt particularly horny for the couple of days leading up to my booking, he must have sensed how much I wanted it. Unfortunately this got him a bit too excited. He was rock hard within seconds of me walking into the room in my black high heels; we didn't bother with any small talk - I just sat him down as I stripped off in front of him. I was planning to put one foot up on the chair and touch myself in front of him, before lowering myself onto him when I was nice and wet. He had other ideas though, and stood up to rub himself against the lace top of my stockings. I felt his body tense and his breath catch, then felt the warm spray of his cum across my thigh. I had probably been there about 5 minutes by this point. Luckily, although he was embarrassed, he didn't get cagey and ask me to leave; I managed to put him at ease and poured us a drink.

We chatted for an hour or so, and I had a couple more glasses of wine than I should have (nothing new there). With both of us fuelled by the alcohol, we decided to have another go. He ran his hands across my body, fascinated by every inch of lace and every strip of elastic. He climbed on top of me, but I could tell that he was concentrating on not coming too soon. He didn't allow himself to get lost in it, and kept his rhythm steady. It was pleasant, but no fireworks.

My client may not have satisfied all my urges this week, but I have ordered a new toy to play with... I'll try it out at the weekend and let you know how it feels!

Brooke x

Beauty Sleep

2011-04-13T02:44:00.001-07:00

Looking forward to tonight, but hope it's warm in his room... I couldn't strip off in these temperatures! I stayed in again last night and watched a girly film with my flatmates, painted my nails my new favourite shade for summer (coral) and had an early night. Think I'm well and truly caught up on my beauty sleep now!

Until tomorrow,

Brooke x

Dress Up

2011-04-12T03:52:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow night I will be playing dress up. The client I'm meeting has a fetish for kinky underwear; nothing too extreme - a peephole bra, crotchless panties, fishnet stockings and killer heels will get him going. He loves the feel of silk on his skin too - I'm going to pack an extra pair of knickers in case he wants to join in and look pretty.

I can completely understand why men go so crazy for lingerie fabrics. I remember one client pressing me against the wall in a silk set, while he rubbed his bare hard on over the smooth material covering my arse. It felt really hot actually... just the thinnest slip between his cock and me. Underwear or not, I like a man to slide himself between my legs from behind, pressed up against my pussy but not entering me. It's such a tease for both of us, and never fails to get me worked up. Feeling my wetness slide across the length, it's only a matter of time before we both give in and I tilt my hips to let him thrust into me, pressing my arse back into his hips.

Phew, sorry - I got a little bit lost in the moment there! Hopefully tomorrow night will live up to my fantasies.

Brooke x

Relaxed and Happy

2011-04-11T06:18:00.000-07:00

Ahhh, that was lush. Luckily, the sun in London is keeping my holiday blues at bay, but I had the most amazing time abroad. If only I were rich enough to own an apartment in all of the great cities... I'll now take a day to recover and sort my life out, then back to the grind (pun intended).

Brooke x

A Place in the Sun...

2011-04-07T08:21:00.000-07:00

I'm afraid I'm going to leave you for a few days... I know it will be lovely and warm in London, but I'm heading to an even hotter place to spend the weekend! Time to pack my polka dot bikini and sniff out the nearest Margarita.

Back soon,

Brooke x

Finding a Good Lube

2011-04-06T07:41:00.000-07:00

It can take you some time to find a good lubricant. In my experience, it's not something they tell you about in sex education; in my teenage years, I had only heard of KY Jelly and thought it was only used for extra naughty activities. Little did I know that there were hundreds of different types of lube to be discovered, and that they would become a regular feature in my sex life. A man can turn you on so much that you're dripping wet, but depending on how long you're going for, sometimes a little help is required.

In my worst experiences, I've had an allergic reaction that sent me running for a cold shower to ease the burn, and I've tried products that go sticky and dry within minutes. Rubbish. Recently, I've grown particularly fond of water based lubricants, like Sliquid H2O by Eden's Fantasy. It's smooth, lightweight and won't dry up any time soon. It feels natural, so you'd never know it wasn't me! It's unscented and hypoallergenic, meaning I won't make the same mistake as last time. Phew. Of course, it tastes different to my natural wetness, but there's no strong flavour. I tried this lubricant with one of my sex toys too, as its safe to use with rubber, plastic and latex. I don't see the point in inventing lubricants that aren't!

I'll let you know if I discover anything else good on this website - they've got absolutely loads. Must control my online shopping addiction!

Enjoy the sunshine,

Brooke x

Busy Lady!

2011-04-04T08:14:00.000-07:00

The last week has been absolutely hectic. I'm so looking forward to having a break over the next couple of days! Trying to juggle clients, friends and family is never easy. Of course, Sunday was devoted to Mother dearest; I managed to pull some last minute strings and spoil her in person, which was lovely. I'm sure you'd rather hear about the events of last week though...

Thursday night was HOT. I've met this client before, and can't help but go a bit giggly and girly over his muscles. The fact that he can lift me up without groaning is a real turn on - it makes me feel so petite and feminine. It also seems to bring out an animalistic side of me; I know that I can be rough with him. We had a lot of fun in the bar, drinking wine like water and laughing about sexual escapades gone wrong. However, this wasn't going to be one of them. I was surprised at how gentlemanly he behaved, despite my brazenness. It was clear to anyone that I wanted him. In the short taxi ride back to his place, I ran my hand firmly up from his knee to his thigh, keeping my eyes on him the whole time. Inside, there was no small talk; we stripped each other with impressive speed and grabbed at each other like there was no time to lose. I ran my hands over his hard body, then down to his equally hard cock. Dropping to my knees, I knew that I couldn't stay down there for long - he was just as excited as I was. I just wanted a taste. After a few moments, he pulled me up and pressed me against the wall, lifting one of my legs around his waist. He slid his cock into my wet pussy, and as if he had read my mind, lifted me up to wrap the other leg round his back too. Each thrust hit the spot. I usually need to touch my clit to reach climax, but I was there in no time; I cried out as he pushed into me faster and faster. It was awesome. We drank even more wine after that, and fucked again on the floor. Double orgasm for me :)

On Friday, I had to go and meet a client on the worst hangover imaginable. I managed to make myself look good, but on the inside I wanted to die! The only compensation was that he was a spirits drinker; I think the sight and smell of wine would have tipped me over the edge. I sipped my vodka and cranberry slowly, using my body language to save having to make too much conversation. The client was polite, average looking and ever so slightly dull. Sometimes my enthusiasm for a man comes naturally, but of course, there are times when I need to make more of an effort. This was one of those times. Luckily, he was in no state to compete in bedroom aerobics; he preferred missionary and only required the occasional 'mmmm' to get him going. Phew.

Brooke x

Bad Decision

2011-04-01T06:00:00.000-07:00

Ohhh, I should not have drunk so much last night. This is the worst hangover I've had in a long time, and have to go and meet another client in a few hours. Last night was great though, promise I'll fill you in when I feel more alive!

Brooke x

Little Red Riding...

2011-03-31T03:36:00.000-07:00

I have a date tonight and tomorrow night, so was great to have a night in pampering myself yesterday. I've gone for a crimson outfit today, hence the blog title - I'm not wearing a hood, but I am petite, red, and planning to ride someone tonight! Forgive me, I'm feeling mischevious...

The gentleman I'm meeting later is on the muscly side. I wonder if he'll pick me up while I wrap my legs around his waist? Haven't done that one for a while. I'd better get undressed first though - this pencil skirt won't allow any sins.

I'll fill you in tomorrow,

Brooke x

Cat Calls

2011-03-30T04:09:00.001-07:00

Is there a new trend in cat calling (the sexual kind)? I'm familiar with wolf whistles and car horns tooting, but yesterday I even got a 'yee-ha'! Perhaps the guy lives on a ranch? I found it quite funny anyway, he managed to make me smile. You'd be amazed at the amount of attention you can get just from walking down the street in high heels. It makes the world of difference.

I've been making fun plans this week and am feeling quite excited about life; it's usually at times like this that my sex drive goes through the roof! Watch out boys...

Brooke x

Headless Chicken

2011-03-29T03:47:00.000-07:00

Today, the headless chicken would be me; so much to do! I'm trying to fit two engagements into this evening; one work, one social. I think I can do it.

Wish me luck,

Brooke x

How Big is Too Big?

2011-03-28T06:43:00.000-07:00

Women often question 'how big is too big?' when discussing a man's prized possession. For some, it's not the size that matters, but what they can do with it. Some love thick girth but don't care about the length, others are only concerned about it being big enough to hit their g-spot, which doesn't require any more than 3 inches. Of course, there are women who say 'the bigger, the better', but I wonder just how big they've had it.

National averages are always varying, but in my experience, anything over 7 inches is generous - especially if they have a sizable girth to match. 8 inches is very large, and 9 is enormous. These guys who brag about having a 10 inch cock should think again before they add imaginary inches to their manhood; I don't know many women who could comfortably take that. 10 inches is the biggest I've seen, and not only did we have to go very gently, easing it in slowly with plenty of lube, but he also found it difficult to stay hard with so much blood rushing away from his head! Guys that big will never get to fuck a girl as hard as they can, grinding themselves all the way in. Poor them.

All the guys who feel hard done by with their 5 inches, you should feel smug; any girl will let you thrust away with all your might; it's the guys with huge packages - the ones you've always envied - who are missing out!

Brooke x

A Naughty Night In

2011-03-25T03:40:00.001-07:00

Tonight, I shall be selfish. As much as I enjoy being the object of someone's affection, sometimes a girl has to self indulge. I'm thinking of a chick flick and a glass of wine with an easy dinner, then a long hot bath to soak in. I'll wear a satin slip to bed so I can feel it against my skin, and snuggle into bed to read some erotica. I don't read it very often, but it makes me feel like a naughty teenager discovering some adult content and devouring the details secretly. It's somehow more wholesome and organic than watching porn! I like being able to use my imagination to fill in the gaps.

Knowing me, it won't be long before my hand drifts south, gently caressing myself as the story heats up. My heart will beat faster as my pussy gets warm and wet, starting to throb softly.

Yep, I am looking forward to my night in. Have a beautiful weekend!

Brooke x

Hanging

2011-03-24T08:01:00.000-07:00

Oh dear - last night turned out to be the opposite of the night before last; I was meant to stay out for a drink or two, which inevitably turned into five or six... I ended up rolling in around 4am, on a school night! Those girls are a terrible influence.

Today I'm hanging, but still managing to appreciate the sun through my heavily shaded eyes!

Brooke x

Beauty Sleep

2011-03-23T04:36:00.000-07:00

My date last night was cut rather short last night when my client was called back to work for some office emergency - we never made it past the hotel bar! I was secretly a bit relieved, as it meant I got to have an early night and catch up on my beauty sleep. I woke up to a tiny sliver of sunshine breaking through my blind, and stretched out like a content cat. I gave myself a little stroke too.

Enjoy it while it lasts,

Brooke x

Dates All Around

2011-03-22T07:49:00.001-07:00

I must say, I feel even more popular than usual this week. Perhaps it's because the sun's out, everyone's in a good mood and feeling a bit frisky. Some old clients have come out of the woodwork, and there are some new interests too. I've even been given flowers - nice to have them so soon after Valentine's! A bouquet per month would do me nicely ;)

Thursday night started out as a fairly normal night; I met him at the restaurant, and he'd had some champagne sent to the table. I never get bored of that! I could tell straight away that he was in high spirits; he had Friday off work, which was very rare for him. All the more reason to drink! As I expected, we headed to a pub after dinner. It wasn't Irish, but still had St Patrick's celebrations in full swing (I'd worn my green Mawi earrings in preparation). I don't drink Guinness, but I certainly held my own in the alcohol stakes; I can drink as much as most of my clients and remain upright and ladylike! After a few Jaeger bombs and some dancing to 80s pop, it's fair to say that we were both pretty tipsy by the time we stumbled back to the hotel.

I wondered if he would be up for performing; it wouldn't have surprised me if he couldn't get it up or if he fell asleep. Impressively, he stayed wide awake and had every intention of getting his money's worth. Things were a little bit clumsy, but we had the giggles so it kind of worked. I pushed him against the wardrobe and unbuttoned his shirt, then he turned me against the wall and unzipped my dress. He was inside me before we made it to the bed - as soon as my lace knickers were down, he eased himself into me. A little precarious, considering his trousers were still round his ankles and my knickers were draped around a 5 inch heel. Somehow, we did make it onto the bed, and it seemed so much more exciting than missionary usually is. He rammed himself into me with such force that I shifted up the bed with each thrust! I didn't even need to touch myself to climax, because he pressed against my clit every time he pushed into me. It gave me the kind of thrill that you get at a fairground: exciting, reckless, exhilarating fun. See, sometimes drunken sex can be good!

I've had a busy few days away since then, but back to work tonight for drinks.

Be good,

Brooke x

Back Soon!

2011-03-21T04:41:00.000-07:00

Sorry I haven't had time to post for a few days, had a bit of drama and only just got back to London! I'll fill you in tomorrow, as I still have some pretty juicy details to share from Thursday night...

Brooke x

An Old Favourite

2011-03-17T05:27:00.000-07:00

I'm going to one of my favourite restaurants tonight; I haven't been for quite a while. I have a good feeling in my stomach, like the date's going to be brilliant. Usually, if your attitude is positive enough, you're both going to have a good time. The only thing that could spoil it is if my client's in a really bad mood, but I'm confident that my dress is revealing enough to combat that ;) Also, the prospect of meeting an escort like me should lift his spirits, otherwise the guy's wasting good money!

It wouldn't surprise me if we end up in a raucous Irish pub afterwards; we both like a drink, and St Patrick's night is as good an excuse as any!

Have fun, and pin on a shamrock.

Brooke x

A Reason to Wear Jeans

2011-03-16T08:19:00.001-07:00

I'm a lady who very rarely wears jeans. I usually opt for a dress or a skirt, regardless of the occasion (unless I'm at the gym). However, I knew that mildly sensible clothing would be required today, lugging bags onto a train. I put on some skinny black jeans, which had a particularly snug fit, and thought nothing more of it. It wasn't until the train started a regular rocking motion that I felt a stirring down below, and tried leaning forwards slightly. Teenage experimentation came flooding back as the hard seam rubbed gently between my legs; it was right on the spot, caressing me carelessly despite my very public surroundings. There weren't actually many people in my carriage, and luckily nobody had sat next to me. Disguising my positioning under a magazine, I started to rock my hips back and forth in time with the train, ever so subtly.

I didn't quite make it to orgasm, but by the time I got off the train, my lace knickers were damp and I felt ridiculously horny. It certainly made the journey more interesting!

Brooke x

Humph

2011-03-15T05:12:00.000-07:00

Today's not such a good day. Too many things lost, broken and disorganised. I should have stayed in bed today, methinks.

I'm trying to decide whether or not to go out with this new potential client; I met him briefly once, and he's polite and good looking, but sounds waaay too keen. I'm concerned that he might turn into a stalker type, judging by what he's said so far. He's already quite obsessed with me... is it safe to fuel that fire for a new pair of Louboutins? Advice appreciated.

Brooke x

Happily Exhausted

2011-03-14T04:16:00.000-07:00

Now that's what I call a weekend. Yes, every muscle in my body aches, and yes, my beautifully clean flat now looks post-apocalyptic. But I am happily exhausted.

Brooke x