Erotica Exhibition

When there's a celebration of all things sexual, I find myself naturally gravitating towards it. So of course it has come to my attention that Erotica is taking place in November at London Olympia... something I'm not sure I can resist! Are any of my lovely readers going along? I'd love to dress up, soak up the atmosphere and see if there are any toys and lingerie to add to my collection. I went last year and saw Dita Von Teese shake her thing; I do love a bit of Burlesque. The whole event was apparently not as good as previous years though; too many tacky page 3 style ladies offering topless photos. Still worth a visit though.

I have just one date this week - am finding myself increasingly busy lately! The one good thing about not fitting in many appointments is that every date feels like a novelty, not like work. I'm lucky to be able to be as selective as I am, and I won't forget it!

Sadly, one of my regular clients has just suffered a major financial blow, so I won't be seeing him as often; I'd better make it extra special when he can afford me. We may be meeting up next weekend, so I'll let you know what I have up my sleeve (and up my skirt) for him.

Brooke x

A Naughty Night In

Tonight, I shall be selfish. As much as I enjoy being the object of someone's affection, sometimes a girl has to self indulge. I'm thinking of a chick flick and a glass of wine with an easy dinner, then a long hot bath to soak in. I'll wear a satin slip to bed so I can feel it against my skin, and snuggle into bed to read some erotica. I don't read it very often, but it makes me feel like a naughty teenager discovering some adult content and devouring the details secretly. It's somehow more wholesome and organic than watching porn! I like being able to use my imagination to fill in the gaps.

Knowing me, it won't be long before my hand drifts south, gently caressing myself as the story heats up. My heart will beat faster as my pussy gets warm and wet, starting to throb softly.

Yep, I am looking forward to my night in. Have a beautiful weekend!

Brooke x

Worth Waking Up For

This weekend was pretty awesome. The barman and I went to the erotica exhibition on Saturday, and then to dinner with a Burlesque show. I adore the glamour, the sequins and feathers - sometimes I wonder if I ought to get into Burlesque dancing. I have the right figure for it; hourglass curves, breasts pert enough to show off in nothing but tassels. I think I'd kind of love it.

Saturday night and Sunday morning were spent fucking for hours on end. It was so hot in my room, we were filthy by lunchtime but we didn't care. He never stopped worshipping my body; even in sleep he was caressing my skin. He was supposed to go back to Bournemouth last night but I convinced him to stay with me for one more night. I woke up horny in the early hours but there were no signs of life from the barman. I stroked his arm and his side, but he didn't stir. Not even when I trailed my fingers along the inside of his thighs. I was encouraged by the fact that I found his cock standing erect so I wrapped my fingers around it and started to rub it gently. His finger twitched at that point; I rolled over and positioned myself so that his hand would find my warm pussy, wet and ready for him the moment he woke. He roused slowly, and seeing a smile beneath his closed eyes I climbed onto him and lowered myself onto his cock. I rocked gently, pushing myself down to take the full length of him. Soon we turned so that he was on his side and me on my back, and he took control of the thrusting. When he felt me getting close he knelt up and started to thrust harder, eyes wide open now. He came inside me as my body shuddered an intense climax. Apparently it was the best wake up call he's ever had.

I really like him...

Brooke x