A Simple Seduction

I have a smile on my face today, and you can probably guess what that means: the date went very well last night. It was hard to tell whether I was seducing him or the other way round! This client wasn't anything special to look at, but I could tell he looked after himself; he had the type of forearms that would make a damsel in distress salivate. What really drew me in was the smouldering look he had down to a t - seeing him from across the bar, I already knew there'd be no need to fake it.

The date itself was fairly standard; we drank wine, chatted, flirted, had some tapas and then went back to his place. He has a flat in the centre of town so we walked back hand in hand, and through the dark I could feel the sexual tension building. Together, our pace sped up from a slow amble to a brisk walk - a sideways smile from him let me know that we were both fighting the urge to run full pelt like kids, just to get away from prying eyes more quickly. Being on the same wavelength, we were giggling as he closed the door behind us. The mirth didn't last long - in seconds he was on me, kissing me fervently and running his hands all over my body. Like teenagers, we stumbled into his living room undressing each other while trying to keep our lips locked together, with no light except the streetlights glowing through the window. I was vaguely aware that the blind must have been open, but he was on the first floor so the view of us couldn't have been that clear... it's quite a turn on to think that the neighbour opposite could have seen everything though!

Either one of us could have taken control and dominated the situation; I tried to judge what he wanted, and tested the water by guiding him down to the floor and standing over him. He looked up at me excitedly but stayed where he was, so I took the lead with a slow striptease, towering over him in my 5 inch heels. My legs must have looked pretty long from that angle. The last thing to come off was a small black strip of lace (masquerading as knickers); he was rooted to the spot and hard as a rock as they dropped to the floor. I stepped over his waist and lowered myself down, squatting down onto him. He didn't even need to touch me - I was already wet and ready to have him inside me.

You'd be amazed at how tight a pussy can get after just a couple of weeks without sex. I inched him in slowly, watching his eyes close and his mouth open as he savoured every second. For me, the sweetest moment was when his cock pushed all the way in, his skin pressed up against me. I bounced up and down him with a relentless energy, thrilled that this act still gives me such a rush.

I came before him, loudly and selfishly. I discovered long ago that I needn't think of it as a business transaction for the duration; we both have a lot more fun when I forget that and let my senses take over. Instead of seeing an escort he's paid for, he saw a woman with her head thrown back, climaxing with him inside her. Surely a priceless picture.

Brooke x

Naughty Dreams

I can't help but find it mildly amusing that my number of followers has been 69 for some time now... does that make me juvenile?!

I had a rather naughty dream last night. It was kind of a blend of lovers past, combining some of the best aspects. He had the face of my old favourite, and the body of the barman (broad shoulders, smooth back, strong arms). We were in my room by the light of my Tiffany lamp, grabbing at each other like there was no tomorrow. I tried to take control, but was no match for his strength; he pinned me on my back, held my wrists above my head with one hand and pulled my legs apart with the other. I pretended to resist, but he knew I was desperate for him. I wriggled underneath him as he stroked the soft skin inside my thighs, getting closer and closer to my pussy. I wanted him to hurry up and satisfy me, but he took his time - he loved to tease me. Lowering his body over mine but not quite touching, he held my gaze and let his hand lightly graze between my legs, but that was all it took for him to feel how wet I was.

He let me play a game that I used to play with one of my ex boyfriends; he would stay just above my hips, letting me rub his hard cock along my pussy without putting it inside. It was wildly frusting for both of us, building up the tension until we could barely take any more. Every now and then I'd let him slide in just an inch, then pull it out again and press it on my clit. My wetness now covered the length of him, so when the moment finally came for him to push all the way into me, it was explosive. I came with him inside me, letting him feel me clench tightly around him while my whole body pulsed with pleasure.

I was reluctant to get out of bed this morning; I would have happily stayed asleep to have that dream 10 times over, and would probably wake exhausted!

Brooke x

P.S - I heart hot tea on a cold day

Sordid Dreams

I spent the night with one of my clients last night, and had some weird, vivid dreams. The evening had been quite normal; we got a bit tipsy with a bottle of Grey Goose and cranberry juice, talked and laughed for a couple of hours over the din of the hotel bar, then made our way back to his room. He had watched as I slowly undressed, then he pulled me towards where he sat on the bed with his hands around my hips.

This guy always likes it on top; I think he enjoys the power of being with an escort, choosing the time and place, getting exactly what he wants. He laid me back and gripped the top of my arms, pinning me down as I opened my legs for him and let him inside. I could see him watching my breasts bounce up and down as he pumped into me, and that's all he needed. He had no desire for any acrobatics, dirty talk or kinky play - he just wanted to fuck me good and hard.

When he collapsed on top of me with a groan, there was no small talk; he thanked me, called me "wonderful, as usual" and rolled over to sleep. I had a quick shower and tried to join him, but it took me some time to drift off. When I finally did, I replayed the events of tonight, except in my dream more and more men kept materialising. They passed me between them, some other clients, some unfamiliar faces. It was like pass the parcel with my pussy - just a mass of flesh moving around the room with me lost in the middle. I wasn't scared but I didn't enjoy it either; I woke up feeling uncomfortable that I hadn't been in control.

I'm not very good at interpreting dreams and don't really know what it means; I could already tell you that I don't like it when situations are out of my control. The sunshine has cheered me up now anyway, last night seems like a long time ago.

Brooke x

Crush

That was a pretty good weekend. I spent the night with one of my favourites - this guy always gets me going so it's a pleasure to see him. He's one of the only clients I ever fantasise about when I'm alone, I know that the thought of him will get me wet and bring me off any time I want. I told him about a dream I'd had last week; in it, we were just watching TV in his hotel room. He was sat propped up on the pillows, with me laying between his legs, my back to him and my head on his chest. In the dim light, I started to stroke my body, then let my hand creep up my dress to touch myself. I felt him harden under my back, knowing his eyes were now fixed on me instead of the TV. As my body started to move and the moans escaped my lips, he couldn't hold back any more and lifted me onto his firm cock. I rode him gently and brought myself to orgasm quickly, still touching my clit the whole time. Feeling my body buck and my pussy clench around him, he came fast and pushed his hips up to fuck me as deeply as he could while he finished.

The real thing didn't disappoint. I soon got lost in lust, kissing up his neck and round to his lips; not much could have stopped me from carrying on. He stirs up a desire in me that I haven't felt since the barman - I'd go as far as to say that I have a crush on this man.

I am slightly concerned, because I can't get too attached to clients. It is supposed to be strictly business, anything more could end up with me getting hurt. He could stop booking me at any time, deciding to get himself a girlfriend and settle down; if I'm being honest with myself, I would be a little bit devastated should that happen. I already show him favouritism, texting him outside appointments and flirting... it's a slippery slope. I don't know if he realises the hold he has over me - I try not to let on. Sometimes I think I'm doing a great job of hiding it, at other times I think I'm not fooling either one of us. I couldn't blame him for getting a kick out of it, it's not easy to get a girl like me hooked.

For now, I will continue to see other clients, and will continue to tell myself that I have this crush under control.

Brooke x

No Wonder...

No wonder my body's taking so long to recover. It sees so much self inflicted abuse; I drink far too much wine and pull too many all nighters to call this a respectable lifestyle... some might even call this a filthy life I lead. I love it though. Being young and reckless, no responsibilities further than paying the bills. So I may as well enjoy it while it lasts, hey?

You may have noticed that I've been a bit down lately, but despite all that I can honestly say that this, right now, is the best time of my life. Better than college, better than that magic 21. There will always be some kind of shit to wade through but like everything else, this too shall pass.

I saw a guy last night and it made me feel powerful, alive, in control. That's how I'm supposed to feel, how things should be! I feel much more at home like that... he was at my mercy. I'm in a good place right now.

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

Irrational

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

Brooke x

The Married Man

Have you ever met the kind of man who is so sickeningly charming that you want to hate him, but still find yourself being sucked in? My most recent client was one of those. As soon as I met him I could feel the overwhelming arrogance emanating from him. It was as if he expected me to go all gooey over him - and the embarrassing thing was, I did. My resolve lasted about 10 minutes, I am so used to being the one in control. But somehow, this guy broke through my barriers and had me eating out of the palm of his hand. Damn him!