Object of Fantasy

I have a friend who has popped up in my dreams more than once recently. We're not particularly close; he's more like a friend of a friend, and a couple of years younger than me. I've always thought he was cute, but lately my mind keeps turning naughty when I think of him. It started off with a sexy dream, but last night I couldn't sleep; the only thing that seemed to keep my mind focused was fantasising about him.

I imagined we were in a club, and as he was walking past I pulled him into a corner. One look showed him exactly what I wanted: he kissed me there, fiercely and passionately. The great thing about fantasising is that it's much easier to find somewhere secluded than it is in real life! We were then round the back of the club, pressed up against a brick wall, hidden from sight. He turned my head to the side and kissed my neck, while I pulled his hips to press into me. I was already wet by the time his fingers found their way under my skirt, and his hard on throbbed as he rubbed me. I wanted all of him; I unzipped his jeans and took his cock in my hand, guiding it towards my pussy as he breathed hard into my neck. As he pushed into me I wrapped a leg around him, letting him thrust deep inside me.

Of course, I was touching myself throughout this fantasy. As I came in my fantasy, my real body shuddered with ecstasy, wishing I could have him inside me at that moment.

Maybe one day...

Brooke x

Lobsters and Champagne

My date on Friday night went very well. He seemed more besotted with me than usual this time, but that may just have been a result of the champagne! We went to dinner first and shared Lobster, then on to a couple of local wine bars. I have a tip for ladies if they want to look fierce: just add red killer heels! They really make an outfit, and mine drew a few compliments from strangers. Clients love that - making other guys envious of the girl on their arm. I could have been his wife for all they knew...

The next night I was quite the opposite of glamour; I stayed home drinking with an old 'special' friend, dressed in my most comfortable pjs and generally pratting about. It got me to philosophising; this client is the perfect man on paper. A few years older than me, wealthy, well spoken and mannered, fun and good looking. Yet I had a better time with my friend, not having to think about behaving like a lady. I'd rather spend all my time with him eating take away pizza than being treated to fine cuisine. Is that weird?

I suppose I just realise that some things are more important than lobsters and champagne, and although this lifestyle suits me very well right now, I know what I need to be happy long term. I'll probably only be escorting for a couple more years before I decide to settle down, and that's when I'll really have to decide what I want.

Yours pensively,

Brooke x