Disgusted

I am pretty disgusted with how low some people can sink (or one person in particular). I always pride myself of seeing the best in people, trusting implicitly until proven wrong. But I still considered myself a fairly good judge of character... until now!

The more avid readers amongst you may have picked up that things didn't turn out so rosy with the barman, but I had no idea how vile he really was. I'm absolutely horrified that I let him into my life. However, it's all behind me now and I don't ever have to deal with him again. So I shall use that eternal optimism I possess and look on the bright side; now there is not a shred of doubt in my mind that I did the right thing in getting rid of him!

Hope none of you ever encounter him, for your sake.

Brooke x

Back on Track

I think all the uncertainty of my 'relationship' with barman had started to knock my self confidence a bit; it's not usually something I have a problem with. I'm perfectly comfortable with not being everyone's type, but I know that I am his type, and he still doesn't seem to have fallen hook, line and sinker. I'm so used to being the one in control, and I know this is why the attraction has lasted for so long. But we're past the game playing stage already; he just seems to flit between loving me deeply and shrugging me off. I suspect it's a classic case of commitment issues, not wanting to be tied down but not wanting to let me go.

Something that barman needs to realise is that girls like me don't come along very often. I feel like my confidence has been restored this weekend; more men than usual doted on me, followed me around like puppies and promised me the world. It reminded me of who I am, the girl who uses a bit of charm and positive thinking to generally get whatever she wants. And that's not me being a spoiled princess, it's me working hard when I go after what I want.

Just this one eluding me...

Brooke x

Bad Dreams

I had a restless night last night. I dreamed that I was a Jew in World War II, hiding in a friend's attic for safety. Realistically, my hiding place was quite crap; I think I was just under a blanket in the corner. Then I woke up, tossed and turned a bit, and went back to sleep only to dream about the barman kissing other girls. I'm not the jealous type and am quite used to girls throwing themselves at him, but in my dream he was making out with some bimbo right in front of me and it made me feel sick. I know I can't be only his, but I want him to be only mine!

I keep letting myself get carried away with this fantasy of settling down with him, but I know that's not an option right now. We're not even exclusive! I'm only 24, I have a few more good years of earning obscene amounts of money in the escort industry yet. I just need to remember that I adore London, I love my freedom and my gorgeous flatmates. Life is good, why change it?!

Brooke x

Hot But Mushy

IT'S SNNOOOOWWWIIING!!!!!!! Ahh, sorry, just had to get that out of my system.

I thought it would be an ingenious idea to heat the milk for my cereal up in the microwave; toasty warm breakfast. But even if I add the Weetabix afterwards, they still go super mushy within seconds! Is it possible to have crunchy cereal with warm milk? I don't like it soggy :-(

Talking of hot but mushy, the barman emailed me yesterday. I thought he was going off me as I hadn't heard anything for a while, but he sounded quite keen. All apologetic for not being in touch, desperate to see me... a player perhaps? Or was genuinely busy with a temperamental phone? I figure if I don't have any expectations, I won't get hurt.

On a third count of hot but mushy, my client last night adored me - and he was hot in a bad way. Sweaty. I had to get a bit feisty and keep pushing his arms back against the bed so he didn't rub his grubby little mitts all over me. He looked quite nice in a suit, but it was deceptively flattering! I don't think I'll see him again; he will be upset though. He kept breathing "Oh my God, you're so hot. I wish you were mine". Mushy.

Brooke x

Meh

Feeling a bit nonchalant today. Considering that Christmas is almost here and I usually act like an over excited child, I just can't seem to muster up any enthusiasm. Perhaps it's just because it's Monday. It could also be because the barman had hinted that he'd call over the weekend, but never did. I'm not the kind of girl you leave hanging by the phone...

Not sure what to make of him. On the one hand, only seeing him every couple of weeks keeps things exciting and full of lust, with things even turning quite coupley when he stays for a few days. But in between, he acts so laid back. I don't know if it's a game he's playing, or if he genuinely doesn't think of me that often. If he's trying to keep me keen, it's working (I hate to say).

The swanky date on Saturday was fun I suppose, but my mind was elsewhere. Hope he didn't notice.

Brooke x

Sex, Sex & More Sex

Wow. That was bloody awesome. I spent 3 whole nights with the barman; I would've thought he had other people to see and things to do while in London, but all he wanted to do was me! I hope it's not dangerous to keep taking my contraceptive pill continuously and skipping periods altogether... I just haven't had time for one recently!

He stayed in with me on Saturday night and cooked me lamb shank with mint sauce - delicious. It all felt quite coupley as we cuddled up on the sofa and talked about everything and nothing. We went to bed late, but sleep was the last thing on our minds. He was very giving, going down on me for what felt like hours. He carefully worked his tongue over my pussy, teasing my clit and watching for when my stomach muscles tensed (evidence that I was enjoying it). He listened carefully for my heavy breathing and moans, using them as a guide. My poor flatmates must've got a right earful! He would wait until I was squirming with pleasure before pulling himself up to plunge his erection inside me. He is so amazing in bed, anyone would think that he was the professional!

I was about 3 hours late to meet a friend this morning because I didn't want him to leave; I trapped him in bed with my thighs (though he didn't object too strongly).

Work doesn't seem as exciting this week, all I want is him.

Brooke x

Worth Waking Up For

This weekend was pretty awesome. The barman and I went to the erotica exhibition on Saturday, and then to dinner with a Burlesque show. I adore the glamour, the sequins and feathers - sometimes I wonder if I ought to get into Burlesque dancing. I have the right figure for it; hourglass curves, breasts pert enough to show off in nothing but tassels. I think I'd kind of love it.

Saturday night and Sunday morning were spent fucking for hours on end. It was so hot in my room, we were filthy by lunchtime but we didn't care. He never stopped worshipping my body; even in sleep he was caressing my skin. He was supposed to go back to Bournemouth last night but I convinced him to stay with me for one more night. I woke up horny in the early hours but there were no signs of life from the barman. I stroked his arm and his side, but he didn't stir. Not even when I trailed my fingers along the inside of his thighs. I was encouraged by the fact that I found his cock standing erect so I wrapped my fingers around it and started to rub it gently. His finger twitched at that point; I rolled over and positioned myself so that his hand would find my warm pussy, wet and ready for him the moment he woke. He roused slowly, and seeing a smile beneath his closed eyes I climbed onto him and lowered myself onto his cock. I rocked gently, pushing myself down to take the full length of him. Soon we turned so that he was on his side and me on my back, and he took control of the thrusting. When he felt me getting close he knelt up and started to thrust harder, eyes wide open now. He came inside me as my body shuddered an intense climax. Apparently it was the best wake up call he's ever had.

I really like him...

Brooke x

Ready to Go

Morning all,

As predicted I'm feeling much better today. Just drinking some green tea and contemplating what to wear later. I really want to look fierce tonight - I like to make a client's eyes pop out if his head, cartoon style (though that might be a bit gross in reality).

I had a bit of kinky Facebook talk with the barman last night, he was describing in meticulous detail how he'd like to bend me over my dressing table and watch in the mirror as he fucked me senseless. With him living in Bournemouth I haven't had much time to get physical with him, but he'll be here to take me out again this weekend. He's becoming quite a regular visitor to London! Plus, I think he's beginning to adore me a little bit more... It was inevitable ;-)

I had a chat to a journalist for the Times yesterday about escorting, look out for it in T2 tomorrow.

Brooke x

Preparation

Monday morning, urg. Already looking forward to my next appointment on Wednesday night, with one of my more handsome clients. I've been so bored this week that I've decided to go to a lot of effort and psyche myself up for it. I have a wax booked for Tuesday morning, and today I'm going to have a full body massage. I've had the same male masseuse the last couple of times and he is fine. I wouldn't mind me some of that!

I spent a couple of nights with the barman. He took me to watch some fireworks on Saturday night, then took me to dinner in Angel yesterday. I'm not really sure what's going on - are we dating? Who knows. I'd rather not ask. The blow job I gave him did make him a bit more infatuated with me (as was my plan), it left him speechless for about ten minutes. It did feel a bit coupley last night as we cuddled up in bed watching DVDs... it was kinda nice though.

Just going to see where it goes!

Brooke x

Friday Fun

I'm afriad I don't have much interesting to tell you! My day will consist of cleaning the flat, seeing my personal trainer, playing hard to get with the barman and partying until the early hours. Roll on 10pm so I can put on my dancing shoes!

Brooke x

On His Toes

And so the barman forces his way back onto my radar, whether I like it or not (except I do like it). He will be here tomorrow, switching on the charm that breaks through all my barriers. I hope he's not expecting to get lucky because it's my week off. No rude stuff from me! He may take my physical coolness as playing hard to get, perhaps it will keep him on his toes.

Really looking forward to the weekend actually - a new club night opening on Friday, Fireworks in the park on Saturday. I have a spangly new dress of course, and have finally succumbed to the most unladylike boots in the world: the dreaded Uggs. They're so ugly but so warm!

Have a delicious Thursday,

Brooke x

Revamp

You might say that I get bored easily, and I've decided that the layout of my blog is a bit dull. Personally, I'm not very good on these computer type things; I have a basic knowledge and am comfortable with the keyboard, but Brooke and web design don't really mix. So I have roped in a delightful young man who is going to help me revamp it. It didn't take much persuasion ;-) Look forward to a sexy new look next week!

In the meantime, I'm going to be getting my kicks tonight and going to a very fancy Halloween party on Saturday. I've never found it difficult to blag my way on to the guestlists of top London clubs... just another one of my many talents. And if I haven't heard from the barman by then, he'd better not expect me to turn away the advances of more deserving, eligible young men. His 'playing it cool' may keep me on my toes, but as you know I have a very short attention span and am very sought after.

Kisses,

Brooke x

Wild Weekend

Wow, what a crazy weekend. I had a big party, and somehow we managed to go on until 7am Sunday morning! Thank the heavens for the clocks going back, don't think I could've coped otherwise.

And guess what? I bedded the barman! I know it probably wasn't sensible and I know I could end up getting hurt, but it was so worth it. He was incredible; we had sex 3 times and he made me come every time. He loved going down on me, really couldn't get enough of it. I had to be quite rough with him to pull him back up to fuck me; he must've known exactly what he was doing because I was practically begging for it by the time he pushed his cock inside me. It felt good to have the tables turned for once - me in awe of him instead of the other way round.

He's gone back to Bournemouth now but we're going to do something on Halloween; I plan to be wearing a very sexy little outfit with easy access. Naughty :-)

Hope your weekend was as eventful as mine,

Brooke x

The Barman

So... I saw the barman. I kissed the barman. I didn't sleep with him, but I did agree to go visit him in Bournemouth next weekend - just to see his new bar of course. This wasn't the plan! I don't want a long distance fling or whatever this might turn into, surely there are loads of eligible men in London??

I'll let you know how it pans out, but I don't seem to have a whole lot of self control when it comes to him. Maybe being reckless will be fun ;-)

Back to work tonight. The cold has mostly gone, I could be better but at least the risk of me sneezing on the client has passed! I'm wearing my new dress that zips all the way down the front. Easy access!

Brooke x

Morning

Morning all,

It's the weekend! I'm feeling great today because I had a very productive evening, despite my cold. I cleaned my flat from top to bottom (keep it clean, lazy flatmates!), washed and ironed clothes, reorganised my wardrobe from the summer to winter collection, did my food shopping and epilated my legs! I think that was a workout in itself so I don't feel too guilty about missing the gym. Although I woke up feeling a bit rough, hope I didn't overdo it...

The barman text me to say he's going to be in London this weekend. Should I or shouldn't I? I don't want to set myself up to get disappointed, but he does something to me. I'll sleep on it.

Brooke x

Irrational

The barman's making me feel irrational. I don't like not being in control.

Brooke x

Lots of Lovely Sex

One of my favourite clients flew into the country yesterday and asked to see me last night. It was short notice, but I thought it would be a good way to take my mind off the barman.

Barman could be dangerous: I really like him, but he kind of infuriates me. First of all he was half an hour late to meet me (that rarely happens). I actually worried he wasn't going to turn up - I don't do self doubt! But the worrying thing is that I don't feel in control when I'm with him. It feels like the ball's in his court; I can tell that he likes me, but a LOT of girls come onto him at his bar so why would he want to give up that lifestyle? I don't get jealous, but it's the competition that worries me a bit. Sure, I'm hotter than them, but he could have a different girl every day if he wanted. Hmmmm, unfamiliar feelings.

So I made myself feel better with the gorgeous client. He certainly distracted me! We had sex three times that evening, him making me come every time. He always angled himself so that he could rub my clit whilst he was thrusting into me; I was so wet that his cock slid in and out with ease, and every so often he would push it hard and deep and grin at the ecstatic expression on my face. A lot of blaspheming went on between us that night.

He also claimed that he had never come from just a blow job before, so I showed him how it's done. I love my mouth, it's awesome.

Brooke x