An Old Romantic

Hello my lovelies, are you excited about the pending Indian summer? It will give me one last chance to wear my flimsy floral dresses - good news!

I had a very romantic date on Friday night. Although I didn't feel a physical attraction to him, he did a wonderful job of making me feel special; chivalry is, in fact, alive and well. We ate dinner at a restaurant with panoramic views of the Thames, drank expensive cocktails and talked mostly about me (his preference). I had his full attention - looks full of appreciation without any hint of lechery. A rare quality, especially considering the tremendous cleavage I had on show!

After dinner we walked along Southbank, him offering his hand and his jacket. He didn't make a move until we were safely behind closed doors, at which point he still asked "may I?"

Although it's great to be powerful and independent, it still makes me go a bit gooey to be treated like a lady. I can't help but want the best of both worlds; the gentlemen and the bastards, submission and dominance, gentle love making and hard fucks. And as far as I can see, there's no reason why I can't have it all!

Brooke x

Hard & Fast

I had just the kind of session I needed last night. A public little thrill followed by a hard and fast fuck, then a sleeping client that didn't need any further attention. I know that sounds unprofessional, but we both got exactly what we needed so I see it as a job well done!

I hadn't seen Mr X for a couple of months. Sometimes he's a regular name in my diary, other times he's gone for weeks at a time. I could tell he had missed me; it was a fairly last minute appointment and he was celebrating a win at work. We met in the West End bar we both like; he had ordered me to wear a short dress without any underwear, so that was the thrill. A tight one would have been safer, but I chose one that swayed freely over my hips - the slightest gust of wind would have left me completely exposed. We sat down at a table so he could check for himself, sliding a hand between my thighs and stroking the smooth bare skin of my pussy. That was enough to make him down his drink and urge me to finish mine - within 20 minutes we were back in his room.

I'm not sure how long it lasted altogether, but the sex was frantic. All of our clothes came off except his open shirt, and he pushed me face down on to the bed. I arched my back and pushed my arse up towards him so he could enter me from behind, my face still flat against the pillow. From there we somehow got to the door and he fucked me standing up, one of my legs hooked around his back. At some point I dropped to my knees to take all of his cock in my mouth, then it was back to where we started. He finished by coming on my face, kneeling over me as I laid on my back propped up on my elbows.

By the time I'd cleaned up in the bathroom, he was out cold and I didn't hear another peep out of him. I bet he had sweet dreams...

Brooke x

Countdown

I'm getting so excited now, can't wait to be in the sunshine. I've got 1 more booking before I leave, and I had one last night.

The client was nothing special to look at - a man in his 40s, greyish hair and an average body. But I was in this insatiable mood; despite masturbating in the shower that morning, I still felt like I needed a good hard fuck.

Mr client was delighted that I was so obviously game. He's probably used to escorts who don't really want to be there; they just take off their clothes and lie on the bed, eyes shut tight. That's not good company. Nothing like me though, that's how I get away with charging such obscene amounts! He could probably see that wicked glint in my eye as soon as I marched through the door and threw my coat across the chair. I probably should've waited for him to offer me a drink or make small talk, but I had no patience for that. I kissed him full on the mouth (another bonus I give) and started to undo his trousers. Hitching up my skirt I bent over the dressing table, arching my back with my arse pressed out towards him.

I could see the mixed expression on his face. He was excited that I was so eager, but also worried that it would all be over in 5 minutes and that I'd walk out the door. It was all over in 5 minutes, but I didn't walk out the door. Miraculously I'd brought myself to climax by rubbing in between my legs while he pounded my from behind - the view in the mirror helped too. I watched myself carefully. My face gradually reddened and my pupils dilated as little beads of sweat formed on my forehead.

After that I stayed the full 2 hours. I felt like a drink by the time we'd finished our 'introductions', and he was so delighted that I didn't bolt that he tipped me generously. I thanked him with a blow job.

Two days to go...

Brooke x