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

Happy New Year!

Hello you gorgeous lot,

I hope you all had a great Christmas, so sorry I didn't come online to send you mistletoe kisses! I've been all over the country visiting friends and family, and made it back to London just in time for New Year's Eve. Of course, it was a night full of sparkles and champagne - you wouldn't expect any less from me...

The last client I saw was a week before Christmas, so I'll do my best to recall events; I wouldn't want to deprive you of my debauchery for a moment longer!

We didn't bother with dinner or a bar; I've met this man a few times before, so he knew we could skip the pleasantries and meet at his apartment. I think he'll be an eternal bachelor, married to his job; it would be a shame though, he's quite a catch. You can tell that he uses the free weights in his living room - underneath his suit, his arms and chest are sculpted and strong. It was a nice surprise the first time I ever unbuttoned his shirt!

He had just got home from work when I arrived, so he poured me a drink and bolted upstairs to shower. I flicked through a magazine for a few minutes, but then decided to give him a sexy surprise. I walked slowly through his apartment, peeling off my clothing layer by layer. By the time I reached his bedroom I was just in my underwear; I unhooked my bra and draped it over his desk, then wriggled out of my thong and threw it on the bed. He was still showering in the ensuite with the door ajar, steam creeping out into his room. I crept in as quietly as I could, then cleared my throat; he pulled back the curtain looking a bit startled, but soon broke into a smile when he saw me standing there naked.

I knew that I'd have to be a bit careful here - shower sex is hot, but I wasn't wearing waterproof make-up... stepping in with him, I reached around and positioned the shower head to point low down his back. He got hard for me instantly; squeezing some gel into my hand, I started to massage his cock with the slippery suds. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, pushing his hips towards my hands. I then wet my hands and smoothed gel across my hard nipples, massaging my breasts in the heat. I pressed my body up against his chest, and rubbed up and down until we were both covered in lather. That pushed him over the edge; he grabbed the shower head and hurriedly rinsed us both off, pausing for a moment to spray the jet of water over my clit.

We didn't quite make it to the bed. He lifted me onto the side by his sink, pulled my thighs apart and pushed into me as I wrapped my legs around his back. Our bodies were still wet, and as he plunged into me again and again, it got even hotter. He carried on just like this until he came, and then bent down to finish me off with his tongue. Everything was warm, damp and delicious.

I thought about it again when I showered the next day, and took the shower head down to my clit again. The water pressure sent shivers through my body, and I came hard with my back against the cool tiles.

Phew, that remeniscing was fun!

Nice to be back,

Brooke x

Longest Orgasm Ever?

Today, I'm feeling like the cat that got the cream. I've spent the last 48 hours with that favourite client of mine; it had been quite a while, so there was no way I'd turn down a session with him.

As I was walking along the hotel corridor to his room, my stomach started doing little back flips. I've been trying not to think about him too much lately, but when he got in touch it all came flooding back. I was already wet by the time I reached his door; he answered my knock without a word, pulled me inside, pushed me up against the wall and kissed me so hard that I thought my knees might buckle under me. For a moment I forgot that I was there to work and that I was the one in control - in that moment I would have done anything he asked me.

The night was long, hot and drenched in sweat; it seemed to go on forever and I never wanted it to end. We were both insatiable, not willing to stop long enough to let sleep find us. Before he had come (the first time), he demanded to see me touch myself; with him propped up on some pillows, I sat between his legs, laid my back on his chest and tilted up my pelvis so he could see my fingers stroking my own wetness over my clit. I kept on my red lace French knickers, pulling them down with one hand to give him a better view. Each time I twitched and tensed he could feel it, and I was breathing soft moans right into his ear. I felt myself getting close to climax, and as I tipped over the edge I cried out loud and my body bucked in his lap. The first few seconds were amazing, and I expected the waves to subside leaving me relieved and exhausted. But they didn't stop coming - the peak just kept increasing in intensity, pushing my gasps out louder and making my pussy clench tightly. It was by far, without a doubt, the longest orgasm I've ever had. I couldn't speak for the next 5 minutes, feeling like I'd just completed a 2 hour work out at the gym. His words made me glow: "That was the single most sexy thing I've ever seen in my entire life."

I returned the favour by getting on my knees and taking his rock hard cock in my mouth; I made sure it was nice and wet, swirling my tongue around the tip then taking the length of him in. Sometimes I'd run my tongue from the base all the way up his shaft, looking up at him as I did. Seeing the expression on his face turned me on, and I got off on making his breath catch in his throat. He came all over my face and breasts, and when he had covered me I rubbed his cum over my hard nipples with the end of his dick. I love the feeling of it on my skin.

All in all, we had a tie with 3 orgasms each. I had a fantastic one by riding him cowgirl style, leaning so that he hit my g-spot at the same time as touching my clit. He must have had a great view, my back arched and my breasts thrust towards him. In all that time together I never once dried up - just having him near seems to be enough to make me wet.

Aside from all of the orgasms, it was great just to relax and have a laugh - we had each other in constant hysterics (especially when slightly drunk and stoned). I could have holed myself up in that room for a week and been completely content, but now it's back to every day life and grey skies. I have some finger sized bruises on the soft skin of my breasts to remember him by, and he has some scratch marks down the length of his spine. He loves it when I dig them into him hard, pulling his hair and gently biting his shoulders. I should really stop writing now, I'm making myself wet again.

Brooke x