That's More Like It!

Well thank Goodness this week is off to a better start than the last one ended! I had a bit of hotel bathroom sex that lead to me touching myself again when I got home, my head full of steamed up mirrors and bodies covered in soap suds. Let me tell you about it.

As it was pretty hot and sticky yesterday, we both decided to freshen up before getting down to business. He followed me into the bathroom, turned on the shower and started kissing me in the middle of the bathroom, firmly on the lips with me on tip toes. As his hands roamed over my body, he found the zip of my floral dress and inched it down, then pushed my straps away so it fell to the floor. He unhooked my bra and tossed it aside, then pushed my lace French knickers down just enough for them to fall too. I undressed him rather more quickly; now that I was naked and my nipples were hard, I wanted to feel his warm skin on me. Within moments we were kissing again, more hungrily this time with his hard on pressed against my stomach; he slid two fingers between my legs and felt that I was already wet for him. I guided his cock between my legs, lifting one so he could push into me easily. I gasped as he filled me up, and the sound echoed off the granite. My back was to the door as he slid in and out of me, getting hotter as the room steamed up around us.

We fucked standing right where we were for a while, then I pushed him out; his face dropped for a moment, but I smiled seductively and stepped past him to the sink. It was just the right height for me to perch on the edge and open my legs for him. He was like an eager puppy, and couldn't wait to grab my legs and thrust into me again - much harder this time as I had something to hold onto. The ceramic felt cool on my arse (though not the most comfortable surface in the world!) and I let my head fall back with my eyes closed. It felt amazing balancing there, him pinning me to the spot. Again I took the lead and pushed him off, only put my feet on the floor and turn round. I bent over and arched my back for him, standing up on tip toes once more so he could enter me there. I held onto the edge and could just make out our reflections in the steamed up mirror; there's nothing sexier than watching yourself get fucked hard.

When he was about to come I got onto my knees and took his throbbing cock into my mouth, swallowing every last drop as he came in bursts, his body jerking as I ran my tongue over his sensitive post-orgasmic skin. We finished off with a shower, soaping up each other's bodies and washing away the sweet smell of sex.

So... how was your Monday?

Brooke x

Third Time's a Charm - Part 2

So. After that awesome session he got cooking and whipped me up a scrumptious Italian meal. We lingered for a while when we'd finished eating (there's no point attempting sexual aerobics on a full stomach), and eventually made our way to bed around midnight. He'd bought a sweet smelling massage oil and ordered me to strip off slowly and lie down on my front. He didn't have to ask me twice; I rested my head on folded arms and felt him carefully straddle me, positioning himself just below my arse. His big hands covered my back easily in just a few strokes, and the oil felt warm and stimulating. Before long I could feel him gently moving his pelvis as his hands moved up my back, brushing himself against my skin. He was already hard, and as he got more excited he started to push his cock more firmly against me. Arching my own pelvis in his direction, I eased my legs open just enough for him to slide his erection between my legs, feeling the wetness he had brought about. Each time he slid there he got closer to being inside my pussy, until he was working his way in inch by inch from behind. I could barely move - the weight of him on my back kept me there as he began to thrust. It wasn't until he was about to come that he released me and flipped me over to look at me as he pushed in again and again; with a shudder and a groan he collapsed on me, panting. Everything was warm and wet and deliciously messy. We fell asleep there in a tangle.

We were meant to leave around 9am, but ended up being a little bit late; I woke to him spooning me from behind and again stroking that curve of my waist and hip that he loves so much. Again, that familiar nudge pressed between my legs... he was ready, and rubbed my clit gently until I was ready too. I sleepily rocked with him as he slipped in and out of me, still with his fingers stroking me in just the right place. I moaned softly as I felt a long, gradual orgasm build up until it was full on and I shook against the curve of his body around me.

Now that's a wake up call.

Brooke x

Concocting a Plan...

As a high class escort in London, you can never stop trying to exceed expectations. Sometimes I'm more in the mood to meet clients, and of course there are some guys I prefer to others. It does help when I fancy the pants off a man; it doesn't even feel like work, and I'm eager to please just to give myself a buzz - not only for the tip. If you're really not into it, a guy can usually tell, and he'll feel let down. A good escort can't be a clock watcher, grumpy, sleepy or tense; any trace of these things could totally ruin his pleasure, and his pleasure is what it's all about. If I can get some too, it's a bonus!



The client I'm meeting tomorrow is one I always enjoy seeing; he's got a raw animal sex appeal that's easy to succumb to. I've been meeting with him for a couple of months now, and I'm glad he's become a regular. I'm going to his apartment tomorrow, and I'm planning to experiment with a new location. At the moment I'm thinking of fucking on the table; I can hold onto the edge while he thrusts hard into me, my heels up on his shoulders so he can get really deep. Things don't always go to plan, but I had a little fantasy earlier that seemed like a good idea!

I also wanted to say thank you to the readers who email me, it's always lovely to hear from you. Feel free to drop me a line any time, I'll do my best to get back to you.

Love,

Brooke x

A Heavy Sofa Session

I've seen a lot of nice places in my time, but when my client invited me back to his place on Tuesday night I was very impressed with his pad. He lives in the penthouse on private grounds overlooking the river. Everything was clean, modern, and a glass wall gave breathtaking views across the city. It was a shame that the rain meant we couldn't drink on the balcony as he'd planned, but the leather sofas did us just fine.

With me on wine and him on beer, everything seemed to be running smoothly; I sat in the corner of the sofa with my legs across his lap. He stroked my thigh, and gradually my skirt rode up enough to reveal the lace top of my stocking. I felt him harden underneath me as his fingers brushed the fabric, and he pushed it up further to discover by bare pussy, framed by suspenders. There was no turning back from that point: he put down his drink and took mine to put on the floor, instantly turning his attention to between my legs. He stroked the soft skin there first, and bent forward to kiss me; I felt the pressure from his lips get harder as he dipped a finger inside me and felt that I was already wet.

The next minute went fluidly; his trousers came down and he slid inside me, hooking my legs over him sideways. It hit my g-spot and felt amazing - I told him so. That almost made him come straight away, but he managed to hold back by slowing down. He fucked me there on my side for a while, then I pushed him up and climbed on top to straddle. I pulled my dress up over my head but kept on the lingerie. He gripped onto my waist and moved with me as I rode up and down the length of his cock, pushing down as hard as I could to take him deep. As I ground into him I leaned forwards so my breasts were pressed against his face, and titled my hips to rub my clit against him.

We finished with him bearing down on me as I sank into the sofa with my legs wide open; I told him to go faster so that he would come when I did. I was very vocal about letting him know how close I was, and that did the trick.

I wonder if any penthouse residents of neighbouring blocks had a live sex show?

Brooke x

Sordid Office Affair

I had a lot of fun on Tuesday night. Due to copious pre-dinner, during-dinner and post-dinner cocktails, I wasn't feeling too clever yesterday! I spent the night with my client, and woke up 2 hours after I was supposed to leave. Whoops! Luckily he had left the hotel for an early meeting, so I got to laze about a bit. The restaurant was incredible, some of the best food I've had in a long time... getting hungry just thinking about it, actually.

I decided to wear some vintage style stockings with seams running along the back of my legs (my favourite), sheer black with lace tops, which you could just see under my skirt when I crossed my legs. I made sure it was only visible to my client under the table cloth, well hidden from his business associates. Just as I'd hoped, I did feel his hand slide under the hem a few times, squeezing my thigh tightly. I did the same to him, and felt his body tense when I moved slowly towards his semi hard-on. I only lingered there for a moment, which was worth it to see the flash of delight and terror cross his face!

Back in the room, I kept on my heels and suspenders while he bent me over the dressing table. I felt like a secretary or PA having a sordid affair with her boss - quite exciting really! The sex was fast, and before he'd finished he pulled out and rubbed his cock across the bare skin of my arse, coming all over me. It was so hot - that is until he had to go and get some tissue while I stayed bent there to avoid making a mess! He rubbed it off tenderly, taking the time to trail his eyes along my curves. Very nice.

I think every woman should own a pair of those stockings.

Brooke x

Sexual Dreams

Apparently, dreams can last from a few seconds up to around 45 minutes - but when you wake up from a deep slumber, it seems as though you've been lost in that world for days. I was rudely awakened by my alarm this morning, forced to reluctantly pull myself away from the gorgeous man I'd spent the night with (in my head). I can't fully recall his face now, but I think he was a mix between a couple of clients; mid thirties, sandy blond hair, tall and well built. I remember him throwing me around as if I were weightless, and constantly teasing me sexually. I don't think he wore a shirt the entire time.

We never actually did the deed; he kissed me, brushed his lips across my chest and stomach, ran his fingers up my thighs and laid on me with his hard cock pressing against me through his jeans. I wanted him so desperately, but never quite made it there. So frustrating! I wonder if it would have happened if my alarm hadn't gone off?

I actually felt a bit melancholy when I woke up, gutted that this man doesn't actually exist. I really wanted him. Maybe another night...

Brooke x

Dates All Around

I must say, I feel even more popular than usual this week. Perhaps it's because the sun's out, everyone's in a good mood and feeling a bit frisky. Some old clients have come out of the woodwork, and there are some new interests too. I've even been given flowers - nice to have them so soon after Valentine's! A bouquet per month would do me nicely ;)

Thursday night started out as a fairly normal night; I met him at the restaurant, and he'd had some champagne sent to the table. I never get bored of that! I could tell straight away that he was in high spirits; he had Friday off work, which was very rare for him. All the more reason to drink! As I expected, we headed to a pub after dinner. It wasn't Irish, but still had St Patrick's celebrations in full swing (I'd worn my green Mawi earrings in preparation). I don't drink Guinness, but I certainly held my own in the alcohol stakes; I can drink as much as most of my clients and remain upright and ladylike! After a few Jaeger bombs and some dancing to 80s pop, it's fair to say that we were both pretty tipsy by the time we stumbled back to the hotel.

I wondered if he would be up for performing; it wouldn't have surprised me if he couldn't get it up or if he fell asleep. Impressively, he stayed wide awake and had every intention of getting his money's worth. Things were a little bit clumsy, but we had the giggles so it kind of worked. I pushed him against the wardrobe and unbuttoned his shirt, then he turned me against the wall and unzipped my dress. He was inside me before we made it to the bed - as soon as my lace knickers were down, he eased himself into me. A little precarious, considering his trousers were still round his ankles and my knickers were draped around a 5 inch heel. Somehow, we did make it onto the bed, and it seemed so much more exciting than missionary usually is. He rammed himself into me with such force that I shifted up the bed with each thrust! I didn't even need to touch myself to climax, because he pressed against my clit every time he pushed into me. It gave me the kind of thrill that you get at a fairground: exciting, reckless, exhilarating fun. See, sometimes drunken sex can be good!

I've had a busy few days away since then, but back to work tonight for drinks.

Be good,

Brooke x

Wishing and Hoping...

I wish I could tell you about a really hot, steamy session that I've recently had with a client; I love it when I'm so into him that you can feel my pheromones seeping through the words I write. That should have been the case this weekend - I've had some great sex with this guy in the past and he is really good looking. So why is it that my lust was lacking?

I knew I wasn't going to be in the mood as soon as I woke up. I was mildly hungover, and making myself immaculate wasn't as enjoyable as usual. I met him at the station and we walked arm in arm to the restaurant he had chosen; I tried as hard as I could to conjure up some enthusiasm but I couldn't find any that was genuine. It felt nice when he had his arm round me and kissed me on the cheek or head, but when the time came for things to heat up I just wasn't into it. This is becoming a running pattern lately; I know why it is, but I can't do much about it until the feeling passes.

Sorry if I'm not as interesting to read when my sex drive is low... it should be back soon! If you're missing 'sexy Brooke', just scroll back a few weeks and refresh your memory : ) Here's a hot photo to get both of us in the mood:

Brooke x

Fantasising (Again)

My mind's running away with me today. I've been so tired for the last couple of nights that I haven't had time to daydream before drifting off, and I've been too busy for that during the days. But now I have some time - a few simple tasks that don't require much brain power - and I'm fully indulging myself. I'm flitting between imagining slow, sensual sex with fingers trailing over skin and warm breath on my neck, and fast urgent fucking up against a wall. I came across this photo (not literally) and it got me going:

Now I'm likely to spend the rest of the day feeling a bit naughty, undressing strangers with my eyes and hoping that I'll be back in my favourite client's bed soon...

Brooke x

A Quiet Week

I'm planning to take it easy this week. Perhaps not as extreme as a detox, but certainly a bit of relaxation and healthy living. Purely because I know that next weekend is going to get messy (my body is a temple and all that)!

I don't have any bookings until later in the week. The first man to see me will be in for a treat, because I'm always much more enthusiastic after a week without sex! I could abstain from masturbation too... that would turn the heat up even more. When you start getting a bit of pent up sexual frustration, you find arousal in places you didn't before. Suddenly the rocking motion of a train or the rumble of a taxi engine can stir up familiar cravings. You begin to notice how many innocent objects look phallic shaped, and read more into words. Or is that just me?!

Brooke x

Almost Human

All of my longest ever hangovers seem be as a result of visiting Brighton. There's something about that city that makes me a bit reckless... will I ever learn my lesson? Still suffering a bit today.

I think I must have been dreaming about sex last night. I don't remember it, but I woke up hot with my heart hammering, and my natural instinct was to touch myself quickly. I was already wet (as I suspected), and I managed to make myself come within seconds. It was a relief, and I fell back to sleep again moments afterwards.

I've been greatly cheered up this morning by receiving an anonymous bouquet; none of my clients know my home address so it must be from someone I know. Exciting! However lavish your lifestyle is, flowers from a secret admirer will always make a girl's day. Take note boys - they're not only for when you're in the dog house ; )

Brooke x

Stamina

I seem to be experiencing two extremes in recent weeks: either guys come within a minute of me wrapping my lips around their cock, or they have the ability to thrust away for hours! Last night was the latter; the sex was brilliant and lasted a long time. It might have helped that he was slightly tipsy by the time I arrived - we didn't bother with dinner or small talk, just met close to midnight and went straight to bed.

I know this guy quite well now so we're completely comfortable with each other; he still appreciates the small things like my black lace underwear and silky smooth skin. He stroked me for a little while, and I kissed his neck and ear lobes (where he loves it). The gentle passion soon turned fierce, and he grabbed me tightly with his fingers pressed into my flesh as he pushed himself into me.

When I described to him that I'd been touching myself earlier, it wasn't a lie to turn him on; I'd actually been imagining how that night could have turned out and saw no reason to wait. This seemed to keep me on the brink all night, so the hour (at least) of sex was littered with orgasms from me. Very satisfying indeed. At some points I thought he was going to come with me, but to that he replied "I've got hours in me yet". I was hot, tired and exhausted, but my body continued to respond to him and I just kept getting wetter and wetter.

He likes me to compliment him on his sexual skills, but I think we're just very compatible in bed... I haven't once had a bad fuck with him, and there's always heaps of chemistry. I guess some parts just fit together well!

Going to need some more sleep before I go out tonight.

Brooke x

Shower Sex

It's been quite a while since I last had some shower sex; I wouldn't want it that way every day, but it is nice every now and again. When I do, I can better understand men's fascination with breasts; when you're body's completely wet, and you lather up some creamy shower gel to rub over them with hard nipples, it feels amazing. I even do it to myself sometimes when I'm alone.

Most women will know that it's not always the best when you're submerged in water because it washes away your natural lubrication, but in the shower is the perfect balance. Hot, running water running over your shoulders, cold tiles pressed against your back and a hot man firm between your legs. It's also great if there's nobody else home, hearing your ecstatic cries echoing around the bathroom.

Ah, I've got myself horny. Just a few more hours to go.

Brooke x

Toning Up

Although sex is my favourite kind of exercise, I don't think it's enough solely to keep me toned up. I've been neglecting the gym a bit lately, so last night I dragged myself down there and got to work. Ever since my trainer moved away, I've found it difficult to get motivated - I don't find it therapeutic like some do. For me it's a huge effort, and the only good thing I get out of it is the smug feeling afterwards, the pat on the back I give myself!

I'm hoping that getting back into a regular work out routine will help me sleep better, I've been struggling lately. Last night I was even too tired to touch myself, despite the filthy thoughts running through my mind. Shame!

Brooke x

Had Enough

I don't know why I even bother with men who aren't paying. At least my clients adore me and make an effort; I like to have the upper hand, it's just the natural order of things. Guys who think that they can walk all over me and use me at their disposal can think again. No more sex for you.

This pissed off face really doesn't suit me; I'm going to find someone who makes me smile.

Brooke x

Shopping Spree

Ah, Westfield. How I adore you. I went shopping by myself yesterday, which I sometime prefer because there's nobody to hold me back. Of course, a muscular Adonis walking 2 metres behind me to carry my bags would have been ideal, but you can't have it all. I had a bit of cash to burn so decided to jump on this nautical trend and bulk out my wardrobe; I already had a few key pieces as I've always loved the style, but now it's dominating my summer style!

A trip to MAC means that my nails will be all sorts of fabulous colours over the next weeks, bang on trend. How I love being a girl : )

Sorry male readers, that was probably very boring for you. I really felt it was worth mentioning though, as shopping is practically as good as sex! My pupils dilate, heart beats faster, skin gets warm and a glow spreads from my head to my toes... familiar symptoms!

Brooke x

Nymphomania

I woke up this morning feeling like I hadn't slept very well, but the amount of sordid dreams I can recall tell a different story. My head was full of sex all night; I suppose it's better to get it out my system after dark than to be like a dog on heat all day.

Do you think I'm a nymphomaniac? I don't do it every day, but I seem to love sex more than other girls I know... am I just more open about it? Perhaps everyone thinks about it this much, they just prefer not to disclose every depraved thought. I do find that the more I get it, the more I want it; back when I had droughts for a couple of months, I didn't crave sex or get particularly horny. Now that I'm hooking up a few times a week, I want it all the time!

The slightly worrying thing is that women apparently don't reach their sexual peak until they're in their 30s; I still have a quite few years left to go, and my sex drive is still on a steady incline! Will I be insatiable 24/7 when I'm older? That could be embarrassing for my potential future offspring...

Brooke x

All a Blur

Now I remember why you're supposed to eat a meal before you go out drinking. My client insisted on plying me with wine (not that I protested much) despite my stomach being positively empty. That combined with a shared joint back at his apartment played havoc with my memory! I know that we both giggled like teenagers for some time, and I remember making out like teenagers too. There was a lot of good old fashioned snogging and groping before the clothes came off, then I think he took charge because I was a bit spaced out... after that I can recollect heat, sweat and him moving hard between my legs. I laid back and let him cover every inch of me.

I woke up with a groggy head this morning and a vague, hazy memory of some good sex. He had to leave really early, and I imagine he felt just as rough as I did. I think it was worth it for all the fun we had! Now I just need a good meal to get rid of this hangover.

Brooke x

Sex Marathon

TWO HOURS STRAIGHT. Now that's what I call getting your money's worth.

It was a fabulous joint effort. We took it in turns to take control, flipping each other over and under and trying every position we could think of; the only breaks were to rehydrate as our mouths got dry, but everything else was nice and wet. I was highly impressed with his stamina - this was the longest session we'd ever had together. He likes it quite rough, and by the time I was finished with him he had scratch marks all over his body. I liked the look of it, because I so often have to be careful not to mark my clients' bodies at all! Like a cat marks his territory, I had quite clearly left the message that "Brooke woz ere" [sic]...

Today, I ache from my neck down to my knees - every muscle in my body has been pushed to the limit. It's as if I had a long session at the gym, but so much more fun! I think I'll have to go book a massage today.

Hope your weekend was as fun as mine,

Brooke x

Hectic

Hello my pretties,

Sorry that I haven't had much time to tell you about my sexual escapades over the last week. I've had a couple of appointments that weren't very eventful, but hopefully I'll have some more to tell you tomorrow. Things have been pretty hectic lately, so much to do!

Hope you're all enjoying the sunshine, and I promise we'll catch up soon.

Brooke x