Restless

I am feeling restless today. I feel really horny but don't have a booking until tomorrow... will have to amuse myself tonight. I had good pampering session yesterday, and now I'm trying to resist too much shopping! You'd be amazed at how quickly cash disappears.

Believe it or not, I do have things to do - I'm not a complete lady of leisure. It's just so hard to focus as soon as the sun comes out! Must find motivation.

Brooke x

Already?!

Wow, the weekend came round quickly this week. My body clock is hugely confused after too many late nights and lie-ins over Christmas, and lately I've had no idea what day of the week it is - none of that matters outside London! Now I'm back to real life, I'd better get with the programme...

Friday night means drinks at a swanky bar with one of my regulars. Miraculously I've managed to avoid any festive weight gain, so I think I'll be daring and pour myself into a black skintight number. Santa bought me some new satin lingerie (the old perv) so that will do nicely; all that's left is to keep the rain of my hair!

I'm finally starting to feel energetic, and pretty horny. Should be a good date...

Have a great weekend,

Brooke x

Throbbing for Attention

If I'd managed to get any sleep last night, I'd say that I woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning. The people who walk slowly and weave across the pavement during rush hour in central London almost felt my wrath; sometimes I really feel like power walking but am hindered by the herd.

I was ridiculously horny yesterday. It wasn't just a mood I was in - my pussy was literally throbbing for attention! It's still super smooth from the wax last week, so perfect for licking and stroking... unfortunately for me, my client was tired and grouchy, so he just got his and went to sleep. That's the way it goes sometimes; escorts can give and give, but are not guaranteed anything in return except a wad of cash. Can't grumble at that I suppose.

Manic weekend ahead: I'm going to need a nap or a red bull to get through...

Brooke x

The Full Works

Last night was gooood. I arrived in black lace topped stockings, suspenders, a sheer chemise and ridiculously high heels. I'd flashed him a glimpse of my thigh before dinner so he was excited throughout; we finished up there quite quickly so that we could get back to his room. I also ended up a little tipsy from drinking my wine so fast!

We started out like a couple of horny teenagers, kissing hungrily and grabbing at each other's clothes. I kept my underwear on, but demanded that he get naked before kissing him some more. As my hand wandered down his body, I found his firm cock standing to attention and stroked it gently with my fingertips; each stroke made him exhale heavily, and I gradually increased the pressure of my touch until my whole hand was wrapped around him. He then returned the favour and bought me to my first orgasm of the night with his fingers, skilfully rubbing my wetness over my clit.

He must have read my mind, because what came next was something I'd been craving all week. He rolled me back on the bed and crawled down until his tongue met my smooth pussy. He gently licked away, feeling how warm and wet I was in his mouth. By the time he slid two fingers inside me I was already moaning and writhing against his lips; neither of us could hold back much longer so he came back up and plunged himself into me. His cock felt so good sliding in and out - it must have been the perfect angle because he kept me right on the brink of orgasm and I never wanted him to stop fucking me.

He flipped me over and pulled my hips up towards him with my chest pressed down onto the bed; I had to use the pillow to stifle the climatic noises coming from my mouth because the walls seemed pretty thin. I made him go faster and harder until I started to come again. He pulled out and came all over my arse, completely bare bar the suspenders.

I've had some really good sessions lately, I'm a lucky girl. It's great when someone becomes familiar with your body and knows how to press your buttons : )

Brooke x

Jackpot

Phew, that's better. I took my own advice last night and went to bed early, determined not to sleep until I'd come good and hard. I find that having regular orgasms keeps my sex drive high, whereas if I don't see any action for a while I tend to lose interest. It seems quite different to how men work, who appear to get more horny the longer they abstain. I think I've had the equivalent to a wet dream in the past; I know that I'd been dreaming about sex, then woke up mid orgasm as my hand shot south of its own accord. Perhaps that's my body's way of telling me that I need to get some!

I started off gently last night, softly stroking my skin and caressing my breasts. I tried to use my trusty imagination, but just couldn't make myself wet. In another attempt, I pulled my laptop onto my lap and found some porn sites, watching supple young women get banged as hard as they could take. As my fingers stroked my pussy, I realised that these graphic images were working and my juices started flowing. It wasn't long then until I felt those familiar waves rippling through my body, and I picked up speed on my clit until the climax hit me. It lasted a long time, as if my body didn't want to come down from that peak.

After turning off the computer and settling down into bed, my pussy was still clenching in a steady rhythm. My mind drifted off to that favourite client of mine, and I imagined him in my doorway with a filthy look in his dark brown eyes. Pretending my fingers were his, I set to work again and kept the mental picture of him pressed against me firmly in my head. Orgasm number two was even better, one of those slow, steady build ups that could last all night if I wasn't so impatient.

I'm feeling quite satisfied today, looking forward to my booking tonight. Making myself feel like a vixen always makes me a better escort, more real.

Enjoy your weekend,

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

Memories

I don't know why, but I've been reminiscing quite a bit lately. Last night I remembered a young man I met on holiday when I was 17; he was still a virgin - terribly attractive. We fooled around a bit under the Greek sun, and I once visited him back home. That's when I took his V Plates and taught him how to fly :-)

I consider myself a fairly well sexed lady; I've seen it all over the years. But for some reason, I still consider that to be one of the best shags I've ever had! I must confess that I did most the work, spending the majority of the time on top. I wasn't overly experienced myself back then, but I'd had a couple of boyfriends and knew how it worked. We were both hugely confused afterwards by the sizeable patch of slimy stuff on the bed afterwards, because he had definitely come inside the condom. Looking back, it would seem that I must have quite impressively squirted during my adolescent orgasm! This even surprises me now, because never since have I squirted like that. I've had the odd gush and mini squirts, but nothing on that scale. Well done virgin, you must've hit the spot!

Ah, sweet memories. Actually, I'm quite horny again now.

Brooke x

Friiidaaaay

No appointment tonight and a very swanky one tomorrow! Should be a good weekend.

I made some more easy money last night. One of my regulars often emails me, and he wanted some stimulation whilst alone in his hotel room. Obviously I wouldn't send him photos, but he transferred me some money in exchange for some erotic stories... how fun! I told him step by step exactly what I was going to do to him the next time we met. It made me quite horny too, so I sorted myself out before drifting off to sleep.

Perhaps I should write a book of erotic short stories... would you buy it?

Brooke x

My Inconvenient Body Clock

Why can't my clients meet me mid afternoon? That is of course a rhetorical question, I know full well that they mostly have 'normal' careers. But it would be sooo convenient for me, because I'm constantly at my horniest between 3pm and 5pm.

I don't know whether it has anything to do with my sleeping patterns, my diet, exercise... but this has been happening for a few years now. I remember once going on holiday with an ex boyfriend; we were usually too eager to catch some rays for morning sex and too tired in the evening, so we always fucked during an afternoon siesta. It suited me down to the ground!

I sit there wriggling, willing the evening to come more quickly so I can get my kicks. But by the time it arrives, the moment has passed and I have to work on reigniting my own desire (unless it's a particularly gorgeous client). I think my job would be even more easy and more gratifying if it was afternoon delight only.

I guess I'll just have to please myself!

Brooke x

24th April

So I had a night off work last night to clear my head, but the stangest thing happened. Despite my nasty experience, I found myself really horny! I'd completely worn myself out by cleaning my flat top to bottom and conquering the mountain of ironing I'd accumulated; but when I collapsed into bed at midnight my mind was racing. I dug out my little black book (it always brings a smile to my face) and remembered all of the guys (and girls) I've been with throughout my life. That's probably what kicked it off; approximately 10 years of hormones captured in one book! All the kisses, fumbles, blow jobs and fucks - the good, bad and the ugly.

I restrained myself from watching porn as I'm sure my flatmate heard me a couple of weeks ago... never plucked up the courage to ask her but am still slightly mortified. I did masturbate furiously until the early hours though, which is a pretty good work out! I thought that a good enough excuse to skip the gym this morning and took a leisurely stroll in the sunshine instead.

Be good (unless you feel like being bad),

Brooke x