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

Sweeter Dreams

Morning all,

My dreams were a bit nicer last night - there was a quaint little ice cream shop in the middle of nowhere. Sweet!

I have that appointment tomorrow with the client who is curious about sex toys. I thought I'd start out quite simple; nothing too big that might make him feel insecure about his own manhood (you'd be surprised how often that happens), and nothing too complicated. I get the gist that he hasn't used them before; if you're playing with a newbie, you have to make sure that they don't get too carried away and cause you any discomfort! I've been quite lucky so far but one of my friends let a young man have free reigns, and she ended up a bit sore... you just need to be careful that your dog on heat doesn't turn into an over excited puppy.

Wish me luck!

Brooke x

Hindsight

Hindsight is a wonderful thing. I sometimes find myself a little too reckless and impulsive, and I tend to give off the impression that I'm wild and unbreakable. I even get so lost in it that I forget how fragile I can be, and when I look back I wish I'd handled certain situations differently.

Anyway, what's done is done; I actually feel ok today, think any anxiety I had came out in the crazy ass dreams I had this morning; I had the classic tossing and turning, one bizarre scenario after another. Now that I'm awake, showered and fed, I'm feeling a bit closer to normality!

Now just got to wait and see what happens. I'll keep you posted...

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

And so it continues...

The bizarre dreams continued last night. This time, they featured lesbians, drug dealers and a dinosaur - really. It was very strange. Perhaps I should visit one of those people who interpret dreams, but if she tells me that my future lies with a smacked up female palaeontologist, I won't be impressed!

Tonight will be my first proper outing in heels; wish me luck.

Brooke x

Bad Dreams

I had a restless night last night. I dreamed that I was a Jew in World War II, hiding in a friend's attic for safety. Realistically, my hiding place was quite crap; I think I was just under a blanket in the corner. Then I woke up, tossed and turned a bit, and went back to sleep only to dream about the barman kissing other girls. I'm not the jealous type and am quite used to girls throwing themselves at him, but in my dream he was making out with some bimbo right in front of me and it made me feel sick. I know I can't be only his, but I want him to be only mine!

I keep letting myself get carried away with this fantasy of settling down with him, but I know that's not an option right now. We're not even exclusive! I'm only 24, I have a few more good years of earning obscene amounts of money in the escort industry yet. I just need to remember that I adore London, I love my freedom and my gorgeous flatmates. Life is good, why change it?!

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