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

Preparing Myself

The shopping was a success. By the time I'd finished, the sun was shining brightly, and the combination of that and some gorgeous purchases made me feel much better. Call me superficial, but I didn't have any solid reasons for being down so that could be seen as equally shallow!

Tonight is date night, and for this gentleman I'm required to be flawless. My skin must be smooth and bronzed, not a hair out of place and some quite specific lingerie requirements. I must remember to stand up straight, enunciate all of my words correctly and be his perfect woman. It sounds stressful, but I love things like this - it's the best kind of challenge! I've met him a couple of times before so I know that I please him; surely each time we meet will get better and better.

He likes to take me out and show me off, so I think I'll go with a bright red slinky dress - something like that always draws attention. Shoulders back, head high, and go!

Brooke x

The Centre of Attention

As much as I try to keep my feet on the ground, I can't help but enjoy being the centre of attention. Of course, it depends on how that attention is delivered - slimy, leering men just give me the creeps, whereas suave gentlemen make me purr like a kitty cat. I was on my way to an appointment last night and had to take the lift up to the top floor of the hotel; stopping half way up, the doors opened and no less than 8 men piled in, sharply dressed in suits of charcoal grey. The appreciative glances were followed with various chat up lines, ranging from the traditional 'do you come here often' to the pleads with me to cancel my plans and go out with them.

I wonder if that ever gets boring? Some shy girls might blush and brush off the compliments, but they can't pretend that it doesn't make them glow inside. I just like to be adored, that's all.

Brooke x

Boy Habits

I think the honeymoon period has come to an end with Josh. The sex is still fantastic, but I've started noticing the little, irritating things that most boys do. Leaving the toilet seat up, wolfing his food down with minimal chewing, turning into a zombie when the TV's on... I had never noticed these things before. So annoying!

I still managed to turn the evening around, tackling one of these habits ever so subtly. I thought the zombie would be easiest to conquer with my feminine wiles; becoming the embodiment of the perfect woman, I donned a corset, french knickers, hold up stockings and killer heels (bad news for my wooden floor) and bought him cold beers as he watched TV. As if that wasn't enough to catch his attention, I then put a sofa cushion on the floor and nestled myself between his legs on my knees. He looked a little surprised but didn't question what he had done to deserve this. As I took his cock into my mouth, he stopped watching his programme and started watching me. Just like it should be. I looked up at him every so often, and sure enough his eyes were fixed on me.

One point to me : )

Brooke x