Going Down on Him...

It hadn't occurred to me until last night that it has been ages since I last gave someone a blow job. How did that happen? It's my forte! My long time readers will know how much I love a warm, hard cock in my mouth; I don't understand why some girls are squeamish about it. Sure, the first time you ever go down on a guy it's a bit intimidating - just as it is for a someone going down on a girl for the first time. But as long as he's clean and not too pushy, it's a delicious experience!

Guys, a few tips if your lady is reluctant to pleasure you in this way:

1. Always shower thoroughly before getting down to it. Her turn-off could simply be your sub-par hygiene.
2. Don't shove it down her throat and make her choke. That will put her off for life. Perhaps she'll let you do that in the future when she's more comfortable and experienced, but you need to work up to that with mutual consent.
3. Don't ejaculate into her mouth or on her face without warning. This is something else that needs to be consensual, and will come in time, but to do it prematurely (no pun intended) will seriously deter her.



I know that a lot of men visit escorts because their partners aren't very adventurous - vanilla sex will only get you so far. It's kind of sad... these women are missing out too! Believe it or not, I used to be a bit of a prude once. I still have my boundaries, but I am happy to let a man come wherever he wants (bar in my eye - that stings). One of the biggest turn-ons possible is witnessing your sexual partner getting off. Seeing them climax right in front of you is so much better than watching porn! Especially when it's you that's made it happen.

Last night, he finished off in my mouth, and it swallowed it all for him then looked up to catch his final moments of ecstasy. I definitely won't leave it so long next time.

Brooke x

His Goddess

I've never had a problem with being adored. I know that some girls shy away from the attention, but you'd have to try pretty damn hard to make me blush. Last night I was with a client who worshipped me; perhaps a little too much for some others to stomach, but not me! I felt quite comfortable with him eagerly kissing every inch of my skin, and the time he spent going down on me was bliss.

As I walked into his suite, he let out a long, happy sigh as if he's needed this experience for quite some time. We had met before, but almost a year ago; I'd forgotten how much he idolised women - and I was his Goddess for the night. I didn't really need to do much. Just standing there was enough for him, as he circled me slowly and moved closer with each step. Before undressing me, he unzipped his trousers and took his semi-erect cock in his hand. Standing very close, he brushed it along the curve of my arse and around my waist. I was still. I could feel his breath on my neck, and as he brushed himself against my hand, he shuddered with pleasure. For a minute I thought he'd already come, but he remained standing to attention.

He peeled off my clothes slowly, taking his time to look at me from every angle and carve the image into his memory. His own clothes he took off in a hurry, then dropped to his knees. He pressed his lips to my stomach, my hips and my thighs - looking up at me I could see he was grateful to be there. We made our way over to the bed, where I laid with my legs parted for him. His tongue switched between soft strokes savouring each taste, to hard and fast caresses across my clit. He bought me close to climax three times before he went in for the grand finale; I came in waves that kept coming for what felt like minutes. He climbed onto me and fucked me after that, and he came too within a few moments. I was still panting from my turn!

Guys, if you have the patience, you should treat your lady like this every once in a while - I'm sure you'd be greatly rewarded...

Brooke x

A Simple Seduction

I have a smile on my face today, and you can probably guess what that means: the date went very well last night. It was hard to tell whether I was seducing him or the other way round! This client wasn't anything special to look at, but I could tell he looked after himself; he had the type of forearms that would make a damsel in distress salivate. What really drew me in was the smouldering look he had down to a t - seeing him from across the bar, I already knew there'd be no need to fake it.

The date itself was fairly standard; we drank wine, chatted, flirted, had some tapas and then went back to his place. He has a flat in the centre of town so we walked back hand in hand, and through the dark I could feel the sexual tension building. Together, our pace sped up from a slow amble to a brisk walk - a sideways smile from him let me know that we were both fighting the urge to run full pelt like kids, just to get away from prying eyes more quickly. Being on the same wavelength, we were giggling as he closed the door behind us. The mirth didn't last long - in seconds he was on me, kissing me fervently and running his hands all over my body. Like teenagers, we stumbled into his living room undressing each other while trying to keep our lips locked together, with no light except the streetlights glowing through the window. I was vaguely aware that the blind must have been open, but he was on the first floor so the view of us couldn't have been that clear... it's quite a turn on to think that the neighbour opposite could have seen everything though!

Either one of us could have taken control and dominated the situation; I tried to judge what he wanted, and tested the water by guiding him down to the floor and standing over him. He looked up at me excitedly but stayed where he was, so I took the lead with a slow striptease, towering over him in my 5 inch heels. My legs must have looked pretty long from that angle. The last thing to come off was a small black strip of lace (masquerading as knickers); he was rooted to the spot and hard as a rock as they dropped to the floor. I stepped over his waist and lowered myself down, squatting down onto him. He didn't even need to touch me - I was already wet and ready to have him inside me.

You'd be amazed at how tight a pussy can get after just a couple of weeks without sex. I inched him in slowly, watching his eyes close and his mouth open as he savoured every second. For me, the sweetest moment was when his cock pushed all the way in, his skin pressed up against me. I bounced up and down him with a relentless energy, thrilled that this act still gives me such a rush.

I came before him, loudly and selfishly. I discovered long ago that I needn't think of it as a business transaction for the duration; we both have a lot more fun when I forget that and let my senses take over. Instead of seeing an escort he's paid for, he saw a woman with her head thrown back, climaxing with him inside her. Surely a priceless picture.

Brooke x

Third Time's a Charm

Now that's a good way to exhaust myself! I just met the one client this weekend, and thank goodness I didn't have another booking the next day - I spent most of it recovering in bed!

I dressed quite differently to my usual style for this date, but it seemed to have the desired effect. He's only seen me in dresses before and invited me to dress casually since we were staying in. I wore a tight t-shirt, tiny denim hot-pants and sexed it up with sky high black sandals. My legs looked long and tanned, and were silky smooth. The look on his face was priceless! We had a home cooked meal at his place, but decided to have a drink on the sofa before he started dinner (I do love a man who can cook).

Conversation came easily, and after one drink I could see him looking at me hungrily. I leaned over and kissed him, hooking my leg over his and leaning my body into him. He ran one hand long the curve of my waist and put the other behind my head to kiss me harder. Moving lower, he ran his hand along the length of my leg and back up again to squeeze my thigh. I pulled away and threw a cushion onto the floor, kneeling at his feet - slowly undoing his flies, I looked up at him with a mischievous smile. He pushed his trousers down and threw them aside, giving me space to pull his legs open and put my mouth there. I ran my tongue around his balls before running it from the base of his cock slowly up to the tip. He exhaled hard as I put my hot lips around it and took him deep into my mouth. Each time I pushed my head down, everything got hotter and wetter, and no doubt better. He was rock hard, so I stood up and pushed my hot-pants to the floor, discarding my t-shirt but keeping on the heels. I climbed onto his lap and lowered myself onto his cock, using his shoulders and my hips to rock myself up and down the length of him. I kept my legs wide open so he could grind really deep into me, and leaned forwards occasionally to push my breasts into his face. Without warning he grabbed my arse and stood up, wrapping my legs tightly around his back. With no wall for support, he lifted me just enough to thrust into me right there. So manly! From there was the perfect opportunity to fulfil the table fantasy, so I nodded my head in that direction and he carried me there, still inside me. He laid me on my back and stood at the table's edge, while I gripped it on either side of my hips. I arched my back to give him a good view, and couldn't stop the noise that came out of my mouth as he fucked me there. It was so hard! Hearing me climaxing and seeing my body shudder, he didn't need to hold back a minute longer; he pulled out and came across my breasts and my stomach. There was A LOT of come.

Bearing in mind that this was just the pre-dinner fuck, I think I may have to save the other two from that date for my next post, otherwise this will be a very long account! There's no chance of me forgetting that session any time soon, so look out for part 2 tomorrow...

Brooke x

Time Alone

Ah, the worst day came to an end, eventually. Not everything has been resolved, but I'm feeling a bit less stressed now. I think having a night to myself last night helped ease some of the tension; I had a hot bath with jasmine oil and an early-ish night. Don't go thinking that this was a dull evening though, dear reader; au contraire. It gave me time to explore my body, with nobody else to please but myself.

First, I ensured that getting into bed felt perfect. That meant fresh sheets, smooth moisturised skin and a low lit lamp. I took the book of erotic short stories from under my bed and flicked to the page I'd marked weeks ago. It's not often that I have the time and energy for it these days, but I let my hand drift below the sheets and over my breasts and caressed it gently as I started to read. I felt my nipple harden, and that familiar warmth calling me from between my legs. I imagined I was the girl in the story, being taken roughly on the bed with the balcony doors wide open. I brushed my fingers across my pussy, then felt myself starting to get wetter and wetter. I slid my finger inside just an inch, then rubbed the wetness across my clit. Every part of my body started to heat up and my breaths came less steadily as I stroked myself. With the flat to myself, I didn't need to worry about being quiet; already panting, I started to groan as the tension built up in my body. As the girl in the story climaxed, I found myself getting close - not able to keep my eyes open any longer, I dropped the book and used both hands to touch myself. My body shuddered hard and I came for what felt like forever - every time I thought my orgasm was about to subside, a new wave washed over me!

One thing about a good, hard climax is that you know you're going to get a great night's sleep afterwards. Way better than a stress ball.

Brooke x

Ready for Action

I've got a date this evening, and I'm looking forward to satisfying some urges. Last night I dreamed about meeting a handsome new client; I took a limousine the short ride from my hotel to his, and there was something like a ball going on... I remember really wanting him but having to behave whilst the other guests were there - but then I woke up before things could really heat up. I tried to go back to sleep to finish off my sexy encounter, but I couldn't! How frustrating. There have been occasions when I've had the female equivalent to a wet dream; I'll be dreaming about something sexual, and wake up just at the moment I'm climaxing. My hand automatically shoots down between my legs to make sure I finish and don't stop mid-way through, and I'm left panting as my brain processes what's just happened. Does that happen to anyone else?

Tonight may not be a ball, but I still intend to dress up to the nines, before getting hot and heavy with my gentleman friend. This time it won't be in my sleep, and I certainly intend to get to the end. I haven't come for a few days, and I think an earth shattering release may be on the cards... Don't worry, I'll tell you all about it tomorrow ;)

Brooke x

Jackpot

Phew, that's better. I took my own advice last night and went to bed early, determined not to sleep until I'd come good and hard. I find that having regular orgasms keeps my sex drive high, whereas if I don't see any action for a while I tend to lose interest. It seems quite different to how men work, who appear to get more horny the longer they abstain. I think I've had the equivalent to a wet dream in the past; I know that I'd been dreaming about sex, then woke up mid orgasm as my hand shot south of its own accord. Perhaps that's my body's way of telling me that I need to get some!

I started off gently last night, softly stroking my skin and caressing my breasts. I tried to use my trusty imagination, but just couldn't make myself wet. In another attempt, I pulled my laptop onto my lap and found some porn sites, watching supple young women get banged as hard as they could take. As my fingers stroked my pussy, I realised that these graphic images were working and my juices started flowing. It wasn't long then until I felt those familiar waves rippling through my body, and I picked up speed on my clit until the climax hit me. It lasted a long time, as if my body didn't want to come down from that peak.

After turning off the computer and settling down into bed, my pussy was still clenching in a steady rhythm. My mind drifted off to that favourite client of mine, and I imagined him in my doorway with a filthy look in his dark brown eyes. Pretending my fingers were his, I set to work again and kept the mental picture of him pressed against me firmly in my head. Orgasm number two was even better, one of those slow, steady build ups that could last all night if I wasn't so impatient.

I'm feeling quite satisfied today, looking forward to my booking tonight. Making myself feel like a vixen always makes me a better escort, more real.

Enjoy your weekend,

Brooke x

Still Loving Sex

Haha, what was I on about in my last post? Wondering if sex would feel 'dull' or 'familiar'? I think I must have forgotten how much I love it, and how good I am at it! Unless the client insists on an hour straight of monotonous, rhythmic missionary, it's quite difficult to make sex boring. I really enjoyed it last night, feeling back on top of my game.

He laid flat on his back, and told me I could do whatever I wanted to him. Climbing on top, I kissed the side of his neck and crawled backwards down his body, moving my wet kisses to the inside of his thighs. By the time I ran my tongue along his balls, his cock was rock hard. I took it in my mouth but didn't spend too much time down there; I had other things on my agenda. Creeping back up his chest, I carried on further than he expected to sit upright on his face. He buried his tongue into my pussy enthusiastically, grabbing my buttocks with both his hands. Then I turned around and bent over to give him a perfect 69, loving the feeling of his hardness between my lips and my lips on his tongue.

This isn't where I wanted him to come; the grand finale was yet to come. From the position I was on top of him, it only took a moment to crawl down his body again and sit on his hard cock, reverse cowgirl style. I know he's a bum man, and this gave him a fantastic view of my arse (which I again encouraged him to grab). I looked back at him over my shoulder as I ground into him, squeezing his cock tightly inside me. When he was close to coming, I rubbed my clit simultaneously, climaxing exactly when he did. I love it when that happens!

It must have been a good orgasm because my legs were weak and shaky for a while afterwards. Brilliant.

Smiling today,

Brooke x

WOW

Oh my. Last night was everything I hoped it would be; it felt more like I was acting out my fantasy than his. I wish I could have captured the look on his face when he first saw me; my tight shirt was unbuttoned just enough for him to see a glimpse of my pinstripe bra (hope you're impressed with my attention to detail), giving him an eyeful of generous cleavage. The slit in my already short skirt gave away the fact that I was wearing suspenders, flashing the top of my black stockings.

My pristine perfection didn't last very long after he grabbed me, kissing me fast and furiously. I pushed him back against the wall and pressed my hips into him, feeling his hard erection ready for me. In those first 10 minutes we did a pretty good round of the room, making use of the walls, the chair and the bed. He yanked up my skirt and buried his tongue into my pussy - I was already wet with excitement. By this point my sexy secretary outfit was all messed up along with my hair, but I could tell it still looked damn hot.

He first entered me on the bed, lying on top of me with my legs up against his shoulders. I love it like that, it lets his cock go really deep inside me. I could've stayed right there, but knew there was something else we should do; rolling him off, I walked carefully in my sky scraper heels over to the desk and bent over for him. The mirror there gave us both a great view of my exposed cleavage. He ran his hands over my stockings and up to my arse, before pushing himself inside me again and thrusting hard into me. Our skin was slapping loudly against each other's, our bodies both damp with sweat. When I could feel him getting close, I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth and looked up at him over my naughty little glasses. I sucked him to climax, then closed my eyes to let him come all over my face. It covered my lips and cheeks with some dripping down onto my breasts, and I licked up all I could reach.

We had some drinks and played some music before round two which was much more slow and sensual; he did exactly what I told him and brought me to a multiple orgasm - four times while he was inside me. I rubbed my clit as I controlled how fast and deep he went, and by the time we drifted off to sleep it was already the early hours of the morning.

I'd do it all again tonight if I could.

Brooke x

Wetness

I love the female imagination. I know that when it comes to sex, men are a lot more visual than women; we can close our eyes and picture a whole erotic scenario with minimal effort. It doesn't take much stimulation to get me going - just a finger stroking my arm can make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up if I'm in the right frame of mind.

The client I was with last night wanted a lazy night. He works long hours and is only in London during the week, so whenever I get to see him he's quite exhausted. We laid on the bed watching a film in his hotel room, him lying behind me with his arms wrapped round me. It wasn't until about half way through the film that he started to kiss my neck, his hands roaming over my body and making their way lower. I let him take control at first, peeling down my panties and stroking his fingers over my pussy. This is where my imagination came in: as soon as he had started to kiss me from behind, I pictured him pushing his hard cock between my legs spreading the wetness around, then pushing my arse towards him so he could enter me from where he was. By the time his fingers found me I was soaking wet and completely ready for him.

I rolled over to face him kissing him hungrily on the lips, then lifted my leg over his hip so he could screw me face to face. As he sped up our hot skin started slapping against each other and the sound turned me on. I decided it would be ok for me to take control now, so I pushed him onto his back and climbed on. I rode him slowly at first, grinding him deep into me and leaning forward to rub my clit on him. Then I took him all the way in and out working the length of his cock, watching his head tilt back in ecstasy. As my hips moved faster he flipped me over again and lifted my leg so that he could push himself all the way inside, fucking me hard on my back.

I could feel him getting close so I rubbed my clit as he thrusted into me, bringing me to climax just as he came with a groan. I hadn't had any for a few days so it was a sweet release.

Today I'm tired but happy, think I'm having a night in tonight.

Kisses,

Brooke x

Fantasising

I stayed home alone last night, cooked myself some chilli and caught up with Glee (one of my many guilty pleasures). You'd think I'd be sick of 'me time' by now after being house bound with the flu, but it was really nice and relaxing. I had an early night (by my standards), and as I lay in bed my mind kept drifting back to the night before.

The client was quite a young man, perhaps the same age as me. His lips were soft and his eyes had a look almost as wicked as mine twinkling behind them... My blow job skills were back to their usual standards, and as I kissed down his neck, along his chest and below his waist, I felt his body tense and he kept forgetting to inhale. I teased him at first; running my tongue along his abdomen, then blowing gently along the trail. I kissed the inside of his thighs, licking his balls for a second then returning to the tease. I stopped to make sure I had his attention, at this point knelt between his open legs on the bed. I looked at him with wide eyes then ran my tongue slowly up the length of his shaft. He gasped, and I knew that I shouldn't tease him any longer in case he exploded with frustration!

Swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, I took over half of it into my mouth and pressed my lips against him, taking the last inch in my hand and holding him tightly. I made sure that everything got really wet, letting my hand and lips work with ease. Feeling the wetness his cock got that little bit harder, just when I though he'd reached his full potential! I worked hard on him, caressing the tip with my tongue then taking the length of him into my mouth again, right up to my throat so that my lips were clamped around the base of his hard on.

After bringing him right to the brink of climax several times over, he knelt up and came all over my face and breasts, swearing with the intensity of his pleasure. I knew it was a job well done.

This is what I thought of as I touched myself in bed, bringing myself to that same intense orgasm that I'd given him.

Brooke x

Where's my Libido?

I have my week off work soon, and the few days leading up to it are usually when my sex drive is at it's highest. Mine does tend to come and go in waves, but I generally have a high libido compared to most. I actually allow myself to get kicks out of my job, and don't see why I shouldn't! I completely understand why some escorts don't let themselves climax with clients' the want to save something for their boyfriends, they want love making to be a different experience to work. Of course I don't come every time with every client, but if I'm feeling a bit horny I like to enjoy the big hard cock presented to me! It wouldn't make an orgasm with a boyfriend any less intense or special; in fact, the more sex a woman has the higher her sex drive becomes (that explains a lot).

Anyway, I went off on a tangent. What I started saying was that my sex drive feels really low at the moment. I was with a client last night who I find quite attractive, and he's great with his fingers so I usually come more than once during an evening with him. I managed to get wet without whipping out the lube, but as he slid his finger up inside me I could feel that my muscles were tense. My mind was somewhere else and I really had to concentrate to get in the moment. It probably felt good that my pussy was so tight around his cock, but it was for the wrong reasons.

I think the problem is that the barman and I haven't been so close lately. He keeps annoying me and I can't decide what I want. I want him, but not how things are with him based in Bournemouth... but there's no way I'm leaving London to chase that dream! It's so complicated.

Ho hum,

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

Wet Dream

I stayed home last night, felt exhausted for some reason. Also had slightly sore legs from opening them so wide for the rugby man! I rolled into bed early and fell straight asleep. Not sure what time it was, but in the middle of the night I started having very sexy dreams about the night before and his big strong arms; the replay in my head didn't need any embellishment. When I woke up, my heart was hammering like a freight train and my body was damp with sweat. I had woken right on the brink of orgasm and my hand shot down to my clit to frantically keep up the pace and finish myself off. I was so wet that my juice had started to run down my thigh slightly, and the climax was more intense than should be legal.

As you can imagine, I slept very well after that.

Brooke x