Cheer Me Up?

Today is not such a good day. Doesn't it always seem like the more you earn, the more you spend? Of course it does. And thanks to this big nasty bill, I shall have to refrain from shoe shopping for the next week or three... how will I cope?! My beautiful pad is a financial drain, but I'm not living the dream just yet... not until I have a walk in wardrobe to rival SJP.

Why does a girl always want more?

Brooke x

5*

Ah, how I love being a high class escort. I get to go to all the best places! Dinner last night was at one of the best hotels in London, one that I'm reasonably familiar with now. At first I felt under a bit of pressure to be on my best behaviour, but I soon relaxed when I realised that he was just a regular guy who happens to come from good stock and has heaps of money. He was quite fun actually!

He had some business to attend to so I couldn't stay the night, but I'll hopefully be seeing him again in a couple of weeks. Being dropped back at my flat by his chauffeur, I felt pretty smug. This is the life.

Have a great weekend,

Brooke x

Sex Marathon

TWO HOURS STRAIGHT. Now that's what I call getting your money's worth.

It was a fabulous joint effort. We took it in turns to take control, flipping each other over and under and trying every position we could think of; the only breaks were to rehydrate as our mouths got dry, but everything else was nice and wet. I was highly impressed with his stamina - this was the longest session we'd ever had together. He likes it quite rough, and by the time I was finished with him he had scratch marks all over his body. I liked the look of it, because I so often have to be careful not to mark my clients' bodies at all! Like a cat marks his territory, I had quite clearly left the message that "Brooke woz ere" [sic]...

Today, I ache from my neck down to my knees - every muscle in my body has been pushed to the limit. It's as if I had a long session at the gym, but so much more fun! I think I'll have to go book a massage today.

Hope your weekend was as fun as mine,

Brooke x

Drained

What a crazy weekend. Sunday and Monday were much needed relaxing times at Mother's in the countryside, but before that I partied harder than I knew I could!

I met with a man on Thursday who is a good friend of one of my regulars; it was understood to be a one off as he's not in town very often. This man is even richer than my usual clients, both a workaholic and born into money. It's so easy to get caught up in a swirl of Grey Goose and chauffeurs that you kind of lose yourself; I will admit that I was seduced by the money and did some things I wouldn't usually do. At the time everything seemed so exciting and glamorous, but afterwards it felt kind of sordid, tainted. I stumbled into my flat at 9am, not having been to bed at all and looking an absolute mess.

I wouldn't have thought about it so much if I hadn't had the flat to myself all of Friday; upon reflection I decided that my image as a ladylike temptress was much more appealing than the 'up for anything' party girl. You need to find the right balance and keep it in check.

You live and you learn.

Brooke x

Save or Splurge?

I'm lucky enough to have got myself into the financial position where I could just work 2 nights a week and live quite a comfortable lifestyle. I do enjoy being a lady of leisure... but I still don't own my property and I'm a bit too good at spending my money.

Over the last 6 months I've whittled my clients down to just a handful of regulars who I know and trust, plus enjoy their company. I do occasionally meet new guys to keep things interesting, but I haven't advertised myself for quite some time. I'm just wondering whether I should be planning ahead and saving some proper 'grown up' money; I can't really do this job forever, and I'd like to stop when I settle down and get married. Realistically, that could be in the next 5 years so I need a life plan! I've even considered getting myself a sugar daddy, but that could get too comfortable and I'd forget to live my own life.

The client I saw last night has asked me a few times whether I'd consider being his full time mistress. He's in a dead marriage, but works in the city and only sees the family at weekends. If I wanted to, I could have a nice flat all to myself with everything taken care of and have the weekends free to do as I please. But it would also mean no boyfriends, being at his beck and call during the week and pretty much doing as I'm told. I think I'm too independent to take on that lifestyle.

Brooke x

!!!

Whaaat? My electricity bill is huge! It really is true that you live within your means. However much money I make, I always manage to spend it. I suppose I should be a grown up and start saving...

Brooke x

Oh My

Goodness gracious me. That was one of the heaviest weekends I've had in a long time; lots of wine and vodka, nowhere near enough sleep. Thank God for the relaxed day in the sun yesterday, I'm not sure I'd be able to stand otherwise!

Despite my exhaustion, I was still able to muster up some lust last night. It was too hot and my by whole body was glistening with sweat before we even started, but the guy next to me refused to give up and kept making me hotter and hotter. He lasted a long time, he could never be an hour job. I was very dirty by the end of that session.

I've overspent a bit this month, I just don't know how I manage to use up that amount of money! Crazy.

Hope you all had a great weekend,

Brooke x

Busy Bee

Wow, my life is so busy right now! I have such a huge demand from clients, and this weekend was manic. The good news is that my bank account is flourishing, hurrah!

I only had time to see Josh on Sunday afternoon due to my schedule, so we made the most of our time together. With both the girls away, we decided to stay in and watch a DVD. I wish I could tell you what the film was about, but I was paying absolutely no attention! The first 20 minutes in the dark were spent with absurd amounts of sexual tension between us. I tried to be good, and stayed next to him, eyes forward and hand resting gently on his thigh. But I heard his breathing was as heavy and staggered as mine, and before long we were a frantic tangle of limbs. His fingers were tightly pulling my hair as we grabbed at each other, and by the time he had torn off my dress I was more wet than I can ever remember being. This guy REALLY does it for me. When he eased his cock inside me I felt a surge of relief, which surprised me as I hadn't realised how badly I'd wanted this. All I wanted to do was please him, so I did everything he wanted me to. As I rode him, my back was arched, giving him a brilliant view of my breasts. When I felt him getting close, I slowed down and slid to the floor so I could suck him off. It wasn't long until he came hard, and I rubbed his cum around my lips and face. I don't understand why some girls have a problem with that?!

It's going to be hard fitting in a relationship, but I'm determined to keep this one going as long as the fire's still burning.

Still aflame,

Brooke x