His Goddess

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

A Week of Beautification

I'm having a few days off work, so decided to dedicate this week to beautification. I'll concentrate on my hair, nails, teeth, eyelashes and tan - avoiding orange at all costs. By next weekend, I'll feel like a Goddess - as it should be! I have a quiet night in with a client booked for Thursday, and a party on Saturday that could turn out to be a bit wild... I think I'll wear my dominatrix-esqe stilettos for that one.

Please please please bring on the summer, we've all been very good this year and deserve some sunshine!

Brooke x

Eccentricity

Feeling good today, like Nina Simone. Last night went exceptionally well, and I was worshipped like a Goddess. My client isn't anything special to look at, but he has a glint in his eye that will last him a lifetime; no matter how old he gets, how much hair he loses or how much his waistline runs away from him, that sparkle will let you know that he has lead a full life. I bet he was incorigable when he was young!

If I didn't know better, I'd suspect he was gay; he's quite theatrical and flambuoyant, wonderfully eccentric. He greeted me with an exclamation of 'Darling!' and air kissed both cheeks. The first two hours weren't overly sexual; we just smoked, drank and told tales of our adventures of the past year. He would give me the occasional wink, and compliment me effusively on how ravishing I looked. He kissed me along the arm as if I were Morticia Adams, making me giggle; that's when his facade dropped and I knew he meant business.

I had forgotten how well endowed this client was. I guess you might assume that his over the top personality is compensating for something, but it's certainly not. I gave him a slow strip tease, carrying on with the show; he sat completely still as I slipped the straps of my dress over my shoulders, gradually unzipped it down the side and let it fall to my feet. I then repeated the move with my bra straps, and reached around to unclasp the back. That too dropped to the floor. I slid my thumbs inside the lace of my French knickers, edged them lower inch by inch, then bent down as I pushed them to my ankles and stepped out of them. Of course, the heels stayed on.

That did the trick; he was rock hard. He was still seated, so I got on my knees in front of him and undid his trousers. He lifted his hips enough to let me pull them down, taking his cock in my hand and then into my mouth. He never needed to move; after that, I stood up and straddled him in his chair, rocking slowly in his lap. The arms of the chair gave me great support to lift myself enough when things got more intense, and he wanted me to give it to him harder. When he came, he was back to his theatrical self with an unrestrained roar.

That was jolly good fun!

Brooke x

Kinky Boots

I forgot how much I love love love my thigh boots. As soon as I put them on I feel sexy, empowered and fearless. I have no qualms about making a man get on his hands and knees to crawl towards me, worshipping the very ground I walk on. The boots command him to treat me like a Goddess, and he obeys. I don't even need to tell him to fuck me fast or hard - he already knows what to do. I think I should wear them more often!

The other date was average, nothing much exciting to say. He was pleasant, a nice time was had... I'm not sure a guy like that could handle the boots though. He's far too tame.

I really can't be doing with this cold, wet greyness so I'm going to find a cocoon somewhere and get cosy.

Brooke x