Something To Look Forward To...

Ah, it's so easy to bubble over with happiness when the sun's shining. After a long and crazy Friday night, I've had a good rest, a bit of pampering and am looking forward to a date with my muscle-bound client tomorrow.

The guy on Friday was just as I'd remembered; he looked great, but his touch sent shivers down my spine (and not in a good way). He likes constant contact; always an arm round my waist, round my shoulder, his face nuzzled in my neck. Anyone would have thought that I was the one paying him to fawn over me! Of course, I dealt with it like a professional and returned the affection, keeping my grimaces well hidden from sight. I wonder if other women get the same feeling from him?

Really looking forward to my next date; he wants to cook me dinner at his place - I think a real GFE is called for. Just thinking about his physique makes me wet, so I know we'll have fun, as usual! I don't understand why he doesn't have a girlfriend; works too hard, I guess. I'll let you know how it goes.

Stay cool,

Brooke x

A Manly Man

Well. Those photos certainly weren't exaggerated or outdated. When I met my client this weekend, I was very impressed with his physique! There's something about tall, muscly men that sets my heart aflutter. They're so manly, and make me feel dainty and feminine - not that it puts me off dominating them, if the mood calls for it. I could tell that this one was besotted almost immediately, gushing with compliments and chivalrous gestures. I wondered if he might lose confidence in the bedroom due to this awe but, luckily for me, that wasn't the case.

Once the door was closed, he picked me up and threw me onto the bed. Standing over me as he loosened his tie, I knew that he was in charge of the situation. I decided to let him set the pace, so I stayed on my back, opened my legs and lifted my dress to give him a peek at the purple lace underneath. He knelt infront of me and put his hands under my skirt, peeled off my panties and threw them behind him. Leaving on my dress, he pushed it up around my waist and lowered his face between my legs. He didn't hesitate or tease - his tongue pressed forcefully against my pussy, wet and warm. I relaxed into it and let the pleasure wash over me. It's hard to remember when exactly we both got naked, it seemed to happen in stages. I realised he was when he climbed up my body and put his hard cock into my mouth, while I was still lying on the bed. The angle is never great in this position, but there's something very sexy about the submission. Soon after that he was fucking me hard, lifting my hips with his strong arms to press right against his. I let him know that he didn't need to be delicate with me, and from there on the sex was incredible. Whenever he felt himself getting close, he picked me up and bent me into a different position, before pushing all the way into me again. Watching his chest and his arms tensed up was such a turn on. I came before he did, not caring about how much noise I made; when you're fucking that hard, it has to be loud!

Have another appointment booked with him already. Good times.

Brooke x

Busy Lady!

The last week has been absolutely hectic. I'm so looking forward to having a break over the next couple of days! Trying to juggle clients, friends and family is never easy. Of course, Sunday was devoted to Mother dearest; I managed to pull some last minute strings and spoil her in person, which was lovely. I'm sure you'd rather hear about the events of last week though...

Thursday night was HOT. I've met this client before, and can't help but go a bit giggly and girly over his muscles. The fact that he can lift me up without groaning is a real turn on - it makes me feel so petite and feminine. It also seems to bring out an animalistic side of me; I know that I can be rough with him. We had a lot of fun in the bar, drinking wine like water and laughing about sexual escapades gone wrong. However, this wasn't going to be one of them. I was surprised at how gentlemanly he behaved, despite my brazenness. It was clear to anyone that I wanted him. In the short taxi ride back to his place, I ran my hand firmly up from his knee to his thigh, keeping my eyes on him the whole time. Inside, there was no small talk; we stripped each other with impressive speed and grabbed at each other like there was no time to lose. I ran my hands over his hard body, then down to his equally hard cock. Dropping to my knees, I knew that I couldn't stay down there for long - he was just as excited as I was. I just wanted a taste. After a few moments, he pulled me up and pressed me against the wall, lifting one of my legs around his waist. He slid his cock into my wet pussy, and as if he had read my mind, lifted me up to wrap the other leg round his back too. Each thrust hit the spot. I usually need to touch my clit to reach climax, but I was there in no time; I cried out as he pushed into me faster and faster. It was awesome. We drank even more wine after that, and fucked again on the floor. Double orgasm for me :)

On Friday, I had to go and meet a client on the worst hangover imaginable. I managed to make myself look good, but on the inside I wanted to die! The only compensation was that he was a spirits drinker; I think the sight and smell of wine would have tipped me over the edge. I sipped my vodka and cranberry slowly, using my body language to save having to make too much conversation. The client was polite, average looking and ever so slightly dull. Sometimes my enthusiasm for a man comes naturally, but of course, there are times when I need to make more of an effort. This was one of those times. Luckily, he was in no state to compete in bedroom aerobics; he preferred missionary and only required the occasional 'mmmm' to get him going. Phew.

Brooke x

Little Red Riding...

I have a date tonight and tomorrow night, so was great to have a night in pampering myself yesterday. I've gone for a crimson outfit today, hence the blog title - I'm not wearing a hood, but I am petite, red, and planning to ride someone tonight! Forgive me, I'm feeling mischevious...

The gentleman I'm meeting later is on the muscly side. I wonder if he'll pick me up while I wrap my legs around his waist? Haven't done that one for a while. I'd better get undressed first though - this pencil skirt won't allow any sins.

I'll fill you in tomorrow,

Brooke x

Oops

Ah, I forgot what happens when you consume large quantities of alcohol. I woke up early this morning in my hot, stuffy bedroom, with a mouth drier than the Sahara and a pounding head. I'm sure that hangovers get worse with age, this never happened when I was 18. That makes me sound so old, it actually wasn't that long ago!

Hauling my sweet behind out of bed this morning was not a pleasant affair. I would have given anything to stay there (if someone had brought me cold water and fresh air). Why don't I have a muscle bound man slave to fan me with giant feathers and feed me grapes? Is that too much to ask?!

I'm now going to enjoy the sunshine and fantasise about man slaves. Have a great weekend!

Brooke x

Owww

Oh dear. I seem to have played a bit too hard this weekend, and am paying for it today (as I was yesterday). My head, my muscles, my throat... the only bonus is that all that energy expended has left me looking rather trim!

It's nothing that can't be fixed with a few cups of tea, an afternoon nap and perhaps a full body massage by a muscular man with an exotic name. Book me in!

Brooke x

Muscles I never Knew I Had

Owww, my personal trainer was tough on me today. He taught me a new exercise that worked the muscles on the back/inside of my thighs. It hurt! I could make a crude joke about expecting those to be tip top considering the amount of time I spend with my legs open... but I'm a lady so I shan't. This felt different, must be good.

Fun party tonight, it's for a client but I've been told to mingle and enjoy myself so it probably won't feel like work at all!

Have a great weekend,

Brooke x

Fit

I just adore my personal trainer. He is awesome. I always want to stay in bed, but end up being glad that I went. Nothing to do with his massive muscles of course... a bit of eye candy never hurt anyone.

Brooke x