A Naughty Habit

I'm back! I've had more than my fair share of weekends away lately, so I'm a happy girl. I did promise to tell you all about the appointment I had last week, and I don't mind recalling those memories one bit...

Back in town on business, this client had a room in his usual hotel. I can tell that he's a creature of habit; always the same wine, the same brand of cigarettes, the same haircut, and luckily for me, the same escort. He told me that he's tried a few other girls from agencies, but was never satisfied. He thinks you should stick to what you know, and he has known me intimately. On his request I had worn crotchless panties, which never completely came off - he loves pulling them aside, yanking and twisting them as he gets worked up.

He started slowly and gently, planting light kisses along my collar bone. His breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine, and as I exhaled heavily in the silence, he moved his lips lower. Peeling off my clothes as he moved along, his tongue eventually found my warm, wet pussy through the slit in the fabric of my knickers. If his own need wasn't so urgent, I'm sure he would have happily stayed there all night, massaging my clit in smooth circles. It felt delicious; by the time he climbed up and knelt over me, I was completely ready for him. He looked at me with that twinkle I told you about - a confident, satisfied and knowing look that makes me melt. I've only ever seen a few guys pull it off, and he is definitely one of them. He held my gaze as he pushed into me, the lace of my underwear now pressed up against him. He kept it slow and soft at first, then the thrusts got harder as my moans grew louder. Grinding into me, he filled me up with every inch of his solid cock inside me.

When he felt himself getting close, he stopped and pulled me round onto my knees to take me from behind. He took a moment to stroke my thighs, running his fingers just inside the edge of my panties. He readjusted them to give him full access, rubbed the tip of his cock along my pussy, then slid inside me again. This time it didn't take long for him to come; it sounded explosive, making him cry out in ecstasy. I must be good... ;-)

I had another self indulgent weekend with friends, and now back to London life. Hope you're all having a fabulous Tuesday,

Brooke x

The Morning After

Oh, I feel like a bit down today. Last night was exhilarating; he totally exceeded my expectations! I had such a great time, but today I'm feeling a bit deflated that it's all over for another year. Then again, my job does allow me to be spoiled more often than most!

When I arrived he was waiting in the foyer, dressed in a dark suit and open necked shirt, holding a single red rose. He kissed me gently, took my hand and demanded a twirl on the spot, so that he could see me from every angle. The table was booked for an hour later; he said he'd had some champagne sent up to his room to start off with. When I walked in, I realised that the single rose matched the other 23, in a beautiful bouquet. The whole room smelled sweet! I don't think I'll ever get bored of men giving me luxurious flowers - I love them.

Dinner was lovely - we just stayed in the hotel restaurant so that bed wasn't too far to stumble. He was even more affectionate than usual, nuzzing in my neck and squeezing my hips firmly with his hands. I'd like to be back there right now.

Hope you all spoiled each other too...

Brooke x

Glam

I am feeling rather sorry for myself today. I overslept, and the hangover kicked in mid morning; I'm still feeling extremely delicate. So worth it though! My client looked gorgeous in his tuxedo, he really does scrub up well. I wore a plum coloured, strapless floor length gown and my hair pinned in loose curls. The first half of the night was spent doing some very civilised schmoozing with his business colleages, and sucking up to investors. After they went home, we could really let our hair down; we started on the shots and got pretty tipsy!

We had originally planned to go back to his place, but it was right across London and would have taken an hour in a taxi. Instead, he checked us into a nearby hotel. In his slightly drunken state, he demanded their best room, ordering more wine to be sent up. We were a bit like giggling children in the suite, discarding our clothes messily in favour of the bath robes. I was still wearing it as he took me on the bed, unbelted at the front with nothing underneath. As I laid on my back the room was spinning slightly, but soon he came and rolled over. We fell asleep quickly, and never did finish the wine.

Brooke x