Wanted: New Crush

It's been a while since I've had a proper crush on someone. The client I met last weekend was very sexy, but when I laid in bed last night touching myself, I only thought of him for a few moments. If you have to work to keep him in your mind, he's not the one to light your fire. Although it's infuriating and exhausting to have a full on crush, I am starting to miss it... those butterflies in your stomach, wondering if it's him every time your phone vibrates. I wonder who it will be next?

If you think you can make me wet with one smouldering stare, look this way...

Brooke x

Summer Love

So, it's gone a bit cloudy now, but there's still been enough fine weather to stir up the butterflies in my stomach! I'll be going to a small soiree on a yacht this weekend, should be absolutely brilliant. I might even take my sailor girl hat.

I'm planning to try out my new toy tonight, so will let you know how it goes...

Brooke x

Something New

I'm trying something new today. I won't go into detail, but I'm quite excited; some vicious little butterflies are beating their wings in the pit of my stomach. I think there's a part of me that has always been there but has never been nurtured or given the chance to grow... we'll soon find out!

Intrigued? So am I.

Brooke x

Butterflies

It's the weekend! I'm very excited; going to take the barman to the Erotica exhibition, show him my kinky side. I have butterflies in my stomach at the thought of seeing him - it's kinda nice.

Had another client last night, a very wealthy American man. He was quite handsome in a silver fox way; not quite as smouldering as George Clooney, but certainly worth a look (I almost adopted a disgusting but hilarious phrase from my friend there, but decided against it!). I can't decide whether I like a man in a sharp suit best, or a rugged type in jeans and t-shirt. Or just in their boxers... I think I just like men in general!

Mr X had a lot of vigour - I'm sure he works out because 50 year olds are not usually that fit. With me on top of him, he grabbed my hips and lifted me up and down. I hardly had to do any work at all! This man was quite assertive and told me exactly how he liked it, which is much more preferable than trying to guess by the speed of their breathing. He ordered me to touch myself in front of him and I happily obliged. I'd had really sexy dreams the night before and woken up randy, but couldn't sort myself out because I had an appointment with my trainer. It felt good to self indulge, I almost forgot he was there at one point. It wasn't until he came across my breasts with a moan that I registered he had been leaning over me, rubbing his cock frantically.

I liked this client; without sounding too spiritual, he had a nice aura about him. Not quite as sexy as the barman though...

Brooke x

The Joy of Paracetamol

I had a long booking last night, and don't think I could've survived it without the help of paracetamol. There's nothing poetic about the rhythmic pounding of my head banging in unison with the rhythmic pounding I was getting from Mr Jones*. Luckily I was past the point of nausea by the time I met him - vomit would almost certainly obliterate my chances of a repeat booking!

I've agreed to go out for a drink with barman tonight. I haven't been alone with him before (or outside the walls of his bar). I'm actually quite nervous, but can't deny that I adore those butterflies in my stomach...

Wish me luck,

Brooke x