Lazy Sex

Mmmm, that was just what I needed. My night went pretty much as planned; we had wine and nibbles, and a huge comfortable sofa. The first time we tried to watch the film, not much attention was paid; although he was tired from work, he couldn't keep his hands or eyes off me. His hand would start innocently stroking my knee, then work its way up my thigh. The other one resting on my waist inevitably crept up, until his hand was clasped firmly around my breast. It was early in the evening, but he took me right there. Entangled on the cushions, he leaned over and lifted one of my legs to wrap around his waist. I held the back of his hair as he was grinding into me, slow and hard. His hot breath was close to my ear, and hearing every little gasp and groan really turned me on. I tilted my hips up towards him letting him go as deep as he could, and he came inside me with a long shudder.

We managed to watch the second half of the film, and then I offered him my massage skills (which he gladly accepted). We went to the bedroom and found some oils, and I undressed him, then myself. Lying him on his front, I positioned myself on his lower back, a leg either side of him. I get a rush being in this position of sexual power; he's at the mercy of my hands and my body. As I rubbed my hands along his back, I gently rocked hips forward to feel his skin against my pussy. It got me really wet, and he could feel it. I knelt up to let him turn over beneath me, and lowered myself down onto his cock, rock hard. This time was more energetic than the first, and I came before him. We were both exhausted after that!

I'll be strapping my escort shoes on again tomorrow, weekend fun :)

Brooke x

Just Close Your Eyes...

I had a fairly last minute booking last night and decided to go for it. I hadn't seen any clients since last week, and a cash injection into my shoe fund never goes amiss. It's been months since I last saw him; he only meets escorts as a special treat for himself and is careful not to make a habit out of it. He had booked himself into a plush hotel room despite living locally, and seemed pretty chuffed with his cuban cigars and malt whiskey; I imagine he was lost in some fantasy of self importance, which I was more than happy to indulge.

Although I didn't let it show, the old flame I'd seen earlier was still on my mind. He always had this power over me, making even the most strong willed girls do his bidding. I was his slave, and grateful for it. My client looked nothing like him facially, but he was a similar build; just over 6ft tall, set heavily with broad shoulders and thick forearms. I remember feeling so small and feminine whenever he wrapped those arms around me, and just one look could set me on fire.

I burned for him now. I playfully teased my client, letting myself pretend he was my ex love when I looked at him from the shoulders down. He will always be so firmly imprinted in my mind that I can recall the image of him in an instant; I can even see him with my eyes open if I want to, but of course it's easier when I close them. As soon as I thought of him, a rush of heat surged down through my body, making my pussy pulse at first and then throb for attention. I wanted to be tended to, and not gently.

There was no need to take it slow; my clients know I am not the kind of escort who leaves after 20 minutes - wham, bam, thank you ma'am. It doesn't matter if they come straight away: I will stick around and be irresistible for the duration.

My client was on top of me on the bed, covering my whole body with his frame. Someone claustrophobic might have objected, but I loved it. He pulled my hips up to his and pushed my legs apart, taking me roughly and suddenly. He groaned as he entered me, and my lips let out a gasp. I kept my eyes shut and wrapped my arms around his broad back, feeling the memory of my lover pumping hard into me. His hands gripped my waist, then my hips, then my shoulders... he wanted to be in every part of me. I angled myself so that he was rubbing against my clit with each thrust, and ripples started to shoot through my body like shock waves.

I declined a cigar afterwards, but watched him fondly after another job well done.

Brooke x

Sordid Dreams

I spent the night with one of my clients last night, and had some weird, vivid dreams. The evening had been quite normal; we got a bit tipsy with a bottle of Grey Goose and cranberry juice, talked and laughed for a couple of hours over the din of the hotel bar, then made our way back to his room. He had watched as I slowly undressed, then he pulled me towards where he sat on the bed with his hands around my hips.

This guy always likes it on top; I think he enjoys the power of being with an escort, choosing the time and place, getting exactly what he wants. He laid me back and gripped the top of my arms, pinning me down as I opened my legs for him and let him inside. I could see him watching my breasts bounce up and down as he pumped into me, and that's all he needed. He had no desire for any acrobatics, dirty talk or kinky play - he just wanted to fuck me good and hard.

When he collapsed on top of me with a groan, there was no small talk; he thanked me, called me "wonderful, as usual" and rolled over to sleep. I had a quick shower and tried to join him, but it took me some time to drift off. When I finally did, I replayed the events of tonight, except in my dream more and more men kept materialising. They passed me between them, some other clients, some unfamiliar faces. It was like pass the parcel with my pussy - just a mass of flesh moving around the room with me lost in the middle. I wasn't scared but I didn't enjoy it either; I woke up feeling uncomfortable that I hadn't been in control.

I'm not very good at interpreting dreams and don't really know what it means; I could already tell you that I don't like it when situations are out of my control. The sunshine has cheered me up now anyway, last night seems like a long time ago.

Brooke x

Birthday Sex

If you're going to treat yourself to a birthday present, hiring a girl like me is just about as good as it gets. You might not have anything physical to keep after that night (unless you're a strange stalker who cuts off a lock of my hair while I'm sleeping), but this is something you won't ever forget.

I decided to meet one of the new guys; it's his birthday this week so it was hard to say no. Plus he looks quite delicious in his photos... He hasn't been with an escort before (allegedly), so I'm guessing that this one will be easy to please.

Wish me luck,

Brooke x

Favouritism

For those of you who read my blog regularly, you will have gathered that I now have a handful of reasonably regular clients, and only occasionally see someone new when they come by recommendation. Over the last couple of months, a particular favourite has emerged; of course I'd never let him or any of my other clients know this, and I mustn't let him take advantage of my leniency with him...

Last night I saw him again at very short notice; I'd only been back in London for a few hours and really could've done with an early night, but somehow he convinced me to go and stay with him. To be honest I was quite horny as I hadn't had any all week, so my arm was quite easily twisted! I've never been one of those girls who won't allow themselves to enjoy time with clients; if I'm not attracted to them I remain professional, if I am then it's a bonus! This is the same guy who I masturbated over around a month ago (and a couple of times since then) - he definitely gets me going.

I took my time teasing him last night, which showed great self restraint from me; if I had my own way I would have jumped him immediately! I know that he likes the build up though, and he likes to watch me take him into my mouth first. I kissed the inside of his thighs, gently licking all around his balls and perineum, then licking all the way up his shaft as I looked up at him - that drives him wild. I put his hands on my head to encourage him to grab my hair, and that's when things got really heated - my pussy was already throbbing the way it usually does after sex or an orgasm. It was such a hot, frantic session and if it wasn't for severe fatigue I would've happily done it 5 times over. Luckily he fell asleep before me so I was free to collapse, and he slept with his arm round my waist.

Sometimes it's hard not to get attached when you get on so well, but I just remind myself to live in the moment and not think about the future too much. He could find a new favourite escort tomorrow, that's just the way things go sometimes. Hope he doesn't though.

Happy Monday,

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