Letting Them Down Gently...

Has anyone discovered a good way to let someone down gently? If it's a crude advance in a bar, no problem. If it's someone you've been friendly with for a while, tricky. If it's someone you've been friendly with for a while and accidentally gave the ride of their life when you were drunk as a skunk, very problematic (but then, one could argue that 'you've made your bed, etcetera). There are some poor fellows who seem to not pick up on the signals... the more you pull away, the harder they try. But if you show any trace of pity at their desperation, they take this as a green light to continue - like a glimmer of hope. Fail.

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

Erotica Exhibition

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 Dull Gentleman

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

A Sweet, Sad Case

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

Something To Look Forward To...

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

Sexual Dreams

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

Busy Lady!

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

Dates All Around

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

Venting Frustrations

I never know which is the healthiest way to vent frustration. It seems like common sense that bottling it up is a bad idea, so I generally have three options:

1. Do some hard exercise (gym, running)

2. Scream it out (not ideal in all situations)

3. Fuck (my preferred choice)

I know that sex isn't an answer for everything, but it can really help when someone has wound you up. If you're alone, a rendezvous with my old friend 'the rabbit' seems to work as a great physical and mental release. Your mind is focused and free, and the feeling overcomes every inch of your body. You have to submit to the vibrations. I bet sex toys are more effective than any kind of therapy!

With clients, frustration fits a dominating role perfectly. He may not be the one who has wronged me, but in what other situation would a man be grateful for you slapping him, pulling his hair (if he has any) and ordering him about? I'm not a dominatrix by trade, but this persona fits me so well on the rare occasions that I'm full of frustration! It's quite exhilarating to unleash it in that physical way, turning it into something brilliant.

Perhaps I'll text a client now who loves to be pushed around...

Brooke x

Sunshine!

Hooray, I almost forgot what sunshine and blue skies looked like! This is a nice surprise. I think I'll use this opportunity to run some errands on foot, perhaps do a bit of shopping.

After the weekend client's lack of etiquette, I'm sticking with a regular this week; he's always the perfect gentleman.

Fill you in soon,

Brooke x

Yuck

I wasn't feeling my date on Friday. At first, I thought it was going to be great; he was good looking, witty and a good kisser. I quite fancied him initially, but the more he drunk, the more he turned into a creep. His hands were all over me while we were still at the bar, and he kept going in for full on snogs while we were sitting near other people, which is not my style. He was constantly pawing me, leering like an old pervert despite his youth. Yuck.

Ever the professional, I went back to his place and gave him what he was obviously so desperate for, but I shall not be adding him to my list of regular clients.

Apart from that I had quite a lazy weekend - just what I needed!

Brooke x

Just Close Your Eyes...

I had a fairly last minute booking last night and decided to go for it. I hadn't seen any clients since last week, and a cash injection into my shoe fund never goes amiss. It's been months since I last saw him; he only meets escorts as a special treat for himself and is careful not to make a habit out of it. He had booked himself into a plush hotel room despite living locally, and seemed pretty chuffed with his cuban cigars and malt whiskey; I imagine he was lost in some fantasy of self importance, which I was more than happy to indulge.

Although I didn't let it show, the old flame I'd seen earlier was still on my mind. He always had this power over me, making even the most strong willed girls do his bidding. I was his slave, and grateful for it. My client looked nothing like him facially, but he was a similar build; just over 6ft tall, set heavily with broad shoulders and thick forearms. I remember feeling so small and feminine whenever he wrapped those arms around me, and just one look could set me on fire.

I burned for him now. I playfully teased my client, letting myself pretend he was my ex love when I looked at him from the shoulders down. He will always be so firmly imprinted in my mind that I can recall the image of him in an instant; I can even see him with my eyes open if I want to, but of course it's easier when I close them. As soon as I thought of him, a rush of heat surged down through my body, making my pussy pulse at first and then throb for attention. I wanted to be tended to, and not gently.

There was no need to take it slow; my clients know I am not the kind of escort who leaves after 20 minutes - wham, bam, thank you ma'am. It doesn't matter if they come straight away: I will stick around and be irresistible for the duration.

My client was on top of me on the bed, covering my whole body with his frame. Someone claustrophobic might have objected, but I loved it. He pulled my hips up to his and pushed my legs apart, taking me roughly and suddenly. He groaned as he entered me, and my lips let out a gasp. I kept my eyes shut and wrapped my arms around his broad back, feeling the memory of my lover pumping hard into me. His hands gripped my waist, then my hips, then my shoulders... he wanted to be in every part of me. I angled myself so that he was rubbing against my clit with each thrust, and ripples started to shoot through my body like shock waves.

I declined a cigar afterwards, but watched him fondly after another job well done.

Brooke x

Helping Myself...

In all my complaining about not feeling very lustful around clients, I forgot about one of the beautiful things in life that you don't need anyone else to help you with... I can still touch myself whenever I like (within reason - I don't think they'd appreciate it in the middle of Waitrose). I don't need a man there to get me hot, or even a vibrator; just me, myself and I.

I deliberately had an early night last night, climbing under my covers before I felt tired. It's a shame that the weather is getting colder now because I love to sleep naked - completely free, no restrictions. I like to run my hand along the curve of my waist and my hip; I'm often complimented on how smooth my skin is. I'll sometimes hold my breasts for a while, enjoying the feeling it gives me that's somewhere between sensual and comforting. I've asked other girls about this, and it's actually pretty common!

Feeling how soft I was between my legs, I let my finger slip just inside to feel myself starting to get wet. From there on, as I heated up, it was just me and my hand.

Brooke x

Soiree

Morning all,

I'm looking forward to a private party this evening where I'll be accompanied by two fine gentlemen; a few fellow bloggers are going to be the first people to meet 'Brooke'.

If you follow 'Lady of the Night', you'll know that I like to keep my personal and work life separate - writing this blog is the closest link between them. You've probably guessed that 'Brooke' is not my real name, and neither is it my escort name (I'll probably end up with multiple personality disorder one day!). I've always refused to take bookings from my blog readers because this is too personal, and of course because I write about the clients I meet. God forbid one of them read it and knew who I was! That's why I'm a little apprehensive about tonight... I definitely won't be taking any bookings, but I will be the real me AND the escort me.

Wish me luck,

Brooke x

Had Enough

I don't know why I even bother with men who aren't paying. At least my clients adore me and make an effort; I like to have the upper hand, it's just the natural order of things. Guys who think that they can walk all over me and use me at their disposal can think again. No more sex for you.

This pissed off face really doesn't suit me; I'm going to find someone who makes me smile.

Brooke x

A Wave of Interest

In the last couple of weeks, a lot of new guys have been showing their interest. I'm having more requests and propositions than I've had in a long time, which is very flattering. I'm lucky enough to be in a position where I don't need to do bookings every day; I usually aim for 3 nights a week, meaning I can enjoy a pretty normal social life and not raise much suspicion about my profession. With the regular clients I already enjoy, I don't really have time for anyone new!

Now I have to decide how greedy I am. I thank my lucky stars that I don't have to see three different men every night to make ends meet, and that I can be very selective about the men I do see. But almost all of us are affected by that 'grass is always greener' syndrome... what if I'm missing out on some amazing guys? Should I give them a try? It would probably either mean having a very busy week, or being unavailable when a regular is expecting me.

Decisions, decisions...

Brooke x

Orgy

My cravings were satisfied this weekend. I went to a party that started off a little dire and ended up pretty amazing. I was with a girl and a guy - remember Serena? She's always a huge hit with both genders. It was her first orgy, but I was impressed at how easily she threw herself into it! Every time I looked over she had at least four other bodies worshipping hers, and she revelled in it.

When we walked into the town house, the music was too loud and the lights were too harsh; I'm very critical of parties as I throw such a good one! Eventually, they succumbed to soft lighting and more mellow tunes, which really helped everyone to get in the mood. Nobody took their clothes off until almost 1am, but it only takes one couple to start for everyone else to follow suit...

I met some interesting characters who I'm hoping to stay in touch with; it always surprises me how often influential people enjoy that scene. And I almost lost my favourite knickers at the end of the night, that was a close one!

My memories of the night are a bit of a blur, but I can still recall the mass of warm flesh all around me. Some of the girls had the softest lips and the smoothest skin, and the guys never tired. My knees are a bit bruised from the time I spent on them - more men gushed about my oral skills.

I don't feel like doing much today; that party really took it out of me! I think I just need a rest before going to see any clients...

Brooke x

Favouritism

For those of you who read my blog regularly, you will have gathered that I now have a handful of reasonably regular clients, and only occasionally see someone new when they come by recommendation. Over the last couple of months, a particular favourite has emerged; of course I'd never let him or any of my other clients know this, and I mustn't let him take advantage of my leniency with him...

Last night I saw him again at very short notice; I'd only been back in London for a few hours and really could've done with an early night, but somehow he convinced me to go and stay with him. To be honest I was quite horny as I hadn't had any all week, so my arm was quite easily twisted! I've never been one of those girls who won't allow themselves to enjoy time with clients; if I'm not attracted to them I remain professional, if I am then it's a bonus! This is the same guy who I masturbated over around a month ago (and a couple of times since then) - he definitely gets me going.

I took my time teasing him last night, which showed great self restraint from me; if I had my own way I would have jumped him immediately! I know that he likes the build up though, and he likes to watch me take him into my mouth first. I kissed the inside of his thighs, gently licking all around his balls and perineum, then licking all the way up his shaft as I looked up at him - that drives him wild. I put his hands on my head to encourage him to grab my hair, and that's when things got really heated - my pussy was already throbbing the way it usually does after sex or an orgasm. It was such a hot, frantic session and if it wasn't for severe fatigue I would've happily done it 5 times over. Luckily he fell asleep before me so I was free to collapse, and he slept with his arm round my waist.

Sometimes it's hard not to get attached when you get on so well, but I just remind myself to live in the moment and not think about the future too much. He could find a new favourite escort tomorrow, that's just the way things go sometimes. Hope he doesn't though.

Happy Monday,

Brooke x

A Great Success

I could tell how well last night went. I'm at a really great stage in my life/career at the moment because I only need to see a handful of clients now, and they're usually regulars (or at least have met me before). That eliminates any risk of me not being their type - I know that these men want me and I know what they want.

I know I've blown my own trumpet a few times about my blowing skills, but I think I exceeded my own expectations last night! I hope he doesn't mind me using direct quotes, but a few words thrown about were "incredible", "perfect" and "wow (x3)". This was all after the initial few minutes of speechlessness! I can't get enough of it, delicious.

This man also found my weak spot, which I would never disclose willingly. If a man kisses me here, I'm completely at his mercy and would probably agree to anything - it's ridiculous! As I don't meet with my blog readers I suppose it's safe to tell you: the area at the back of my neck at top of my shoulders. Having it kissed, licked, blown on... it turns me to jelly! He must've been able to tell the effect it had on me, I can act but I can't stop my body from responding. It was heaven.

Excited about the weekend, I have a couple of parties in town. Maybe you'll see me, but you'll never know!

Enjoy,

Brooke x

Where's my Libido?

I have my week off work soon, and the few days leading up to it are usually when my sex drive is at it's highest. Mine does tend to come and go in waves, but I generally have a high libido compared to most. I actually allow myself to get kicks out of my job, and don't see why I shouldn't! I completely understand why some escorts don't let themselves climax with clients' the want to save something for their boyfriends, they want love making to be a different experience to work. Of course I don't come every time with every client, but if I'm feeling a bit horny I like to enjoy the big hard cock presented to me! It wouldn't make an orgasm with a boyfriend any less intense or special; in fact, the more sex a woman has the higher her sex drive becomes (that explains a lot).

Anyway, I went off on a tangent. What I started saying was that my sex drive feels really low at the moment. I was with a client last night who I find quite attractive, and he's great with his fingers so I usually come more than once during an evening with him. I managed to get wet without whipping out the lube, but as he slid his finger up inside me I could feel that my muscles were tense. My mind was somewhere else and I really had to concentrate to get in the moment. It probably felt good that my pussy was so tight around his cock, but it was for the wrong reasons.

I think the problem is that the barman and I haven't been so close lately. He keeps annoying me and I can't decide what I want. I want him, but not how things are with him based in Bournemouth... but there's no way I'm leaving London to chase that dream! It's so complicated.

Ho hum,

Brooke x