What You've Missed...

So, I bet you've been wondering what I've been up to for the last few days. I've only seen one client in that time, but I hope you enjoy reading about it!

I've had to adapt my wardrobe for the winter season; no more going out to meet gentlemen in a skintight dress with nothing underneath, unfortunately. Now I have to layer up and keep warm, whilst remaining a visual feast. It's no mean feat! My main staple is a pair of black leather stiletto boots, which do a good job on ice and snow. The spiked heels save me from slipping! I wore those with black lace topped stockings, a deep fuschia coloured basque underneath (almost as good as a thermal vest), and a violet cashmere dress that clings in all the right places. Top that with a tailored coat and a chunky knit scarf, and I'm toasty-chic.

I went to his town house in Chelsea for an overnight stay; from our previous encounters, I knew that he would have a sumptuous evening planned, and he didn't disappoint. There was an open log fire waiting for me, and a bottle of red wine (not my first choice, but can't complain!). We snuggled up on the sofa and watched Sabrina with Audrey Hepburn; we have a mutual love of old films. After that, he had another choice of film in mind - something a lot filthier! As we watched that together, he ran his hand along my thigh and dug in his fingers. Right from that moment I guessed that he wanted it hard tonight. I reciprocated, letting my fingers find his cock already stiff under his trousers. We didn't make it to the bedroom that first time; instead, we stayed entwined on the sofa, with the moaning of porn stars in the background to echo ours. He sat where he was and pulled me round on top of him, holding my hips and squeezing my waist. I tugged my dress off over my head, and kept on by basque and boots. He eased himself inside me slowly as he pressed me down into his lap, and he used his hands to guide me as I grinded into him, tilting forwards slightly so that my clit could rub against him.

It felt amazing; the warmth on my back from the fire, the softness of the sofa on my knees, his hardness between my legs. What a great way to spend a cold night. He fell asleep soon after we got in bed, but woke up in the middle of the night. I was roused by him stroking my naked skin, and within moments of responding he was on top of me, pushing my thighs apart. In the dark, he pushed into me in short, hard thrusts, getting faster and faster until he shuddered, groaned and stilled. Whatever he was dreaming about must have got him pretty fired up, it didn't take long for him to finish this time.

Ah, it's nice to be able to share with you again!

Brooke x