Third Time's a Charm - Part 2

So. After that awesome session he got cooking and whipped me up a scrumptious Italian meal. We lingered for a while when we'd finished eating (there's no point attempting sexual aerobics on a full stomach), and eventually made our way to bed around midnight. He'd bought a sweet smelling massage oil and ordered me to strip off slowly and lie down on my front. He didn't have to ask me twice; I rested my head on folded arms and felt him carefully straddle me, positioning himself just below my arse. His big hands covered my back easily in just a few strokes, and the oil felt warm and stimulating. Before long I could feel him gently moving his pelvis as his hands moved up my back, brushing himself against my skin. He was already hard, and as he got more excited he started to push his cock more firmly against me. Arching my own pelvis in his direction, I eased my legs open just enough for him to slide his erection between my legs, feeling the wetness he had brought about. Each time he slid there he got closer to being inside my pussy, until he was working his way in inch by inch from behind. I could barely move - the weight of him on my back kept me there as he began to thrust. It wasn't until he was about to come that he released me and flipped me over to look at me as he pushed in again and again; with a shudder and a groan he collapsed on me, panting. Everything was warm and wet and deliciously messy. We fell asleep there in a tangle.

We were meant to leave around 9am, but ended up being a little bit late; I woke to him spooning me from behind and again stroking that curve of my waist and hip that he loves so much. Again, that familiar nudge pressed between my legs... he was ready, and rubbed my clit gently until I was ready too. I sleepily rocked with him as he slipped in and out of me, still with his fingers stroking me in just the right place. I moaned softly as I felt a long, gradual orgasm build up until it was full on and I shook against the curve of his body around me.

Now that's a wake up call.

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

Behind Closed Doors

It still surprises me how different people can be behind closed doors. Sometimes it's a good thing, like when guys drop the bravado they put on in front of their friends and show you who they really are. My client last week had an air of confidence that really fooled me! On meeting him, I guessed he was around 30; tall, slim and quite handsome - very clean cut. He walked as if he owned the room, and seemed perfectly at ease with himself. Being with a glamorous woman seemed second nature to him, so I relaxed and was having a great time at the bar. When we went up to his room, his manner completely changed; he barely spoke, seeming nervous and quiet. I wondered if I'd done something wrong, but he turned out to just be painfully shy in private! He was, in fact, only 21; by no means a virgin, but had been with the same girl for a long time and had become single a few months ago. I suddenly felt as though I'd have to be a lot more delicate than I was planning to!

Being with a woman again must have been a blissful relief for him. It took me a while to coax out his sexual confidence, but an old school make-out session seemed to work. We kissed for a long time, and as I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh, he felt brave enough to slide his hand across the front of my dress, grazing the exposed skin of my cleavage and squeezing my breast in his hand. I unbuttoned his shirt, stopping every now and then to check his expression (eyes closed, lips parted) or to kiss his pale chest. His hard on was impressive; this guy certainly had nothing to be shy about down below. I slid down onto my knees and undid his trousers slowly, looking up at him with a naughty glint in my eye.

The sex felt good. We started on the bed, him on top of me thrusting a regular rhythm. He almost came a few times, but managed to stop himself by slowing right down. That seemed to do the opposite for me - as he gradually pulled out then pushed back into me inch by inch, I felt my body start to shake and a long orgasm rippled through me in waves. This was enough encouragement for him; he looked delighted, and went harder and faster after that with a renewed confidence!

He's very eager to see me again, but I mustn't see him too regularly. It's dangerous to let someone vulnerable transfer their affections to you after a long term relationship. It's happened before, and I'm not in the business of heart breaking. Sometimes it's unavoidable though...

Hope you all had a fabulous weekend.

Brooke x

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

Adventures

I have been on some adventures over the last week. In a fairly last minute arrangement, I travelled north to meet a client at a festival. It's not my usual request, but his offer of a luxury motor home and access to the boudoir showers was actually quite tempting... had it been a tent in the mud, I would have declined.

I don't normally allow my clients to see me in Wellington boots, but I managed to pull off a fairly festival chic look. He encouraged me to let my hair down and enjoy myself, which I really did! The whole 4 days was quite magical, a blur of sounds and colours and new experiences. Coming back to London was a strange reality check.

I spent last night with one of my regulars: the one who I like too much, who I think about when I touch myself. He never fails to make me wet, whether he's there in person or not. In my line of work I'm supposed to be the tease, completely in control - so why do I feel like I'm the one dangling on a string? I should be calling at least some of the shots, but I guess I have to face the fact that the ball rolled out of my court some time ago. Now all I can do is revel in our weekly meetings until he moves on.

I got right to the brink about 3 times before I came last night; the final explosion was while I was straddling him, my back arched with fingers on my clit matching the rhythm of my grinding. I finished him off with my hand and my mouth, watching him spill over my breasts with a groan.

Seducing that man is one of my favourite games.

Brooke x

The Full Works

Last night was gooood. I arrived in black lace topped stockings, suspenders, a sheer chemise and ridiculously high heels. I'd flashed him a glimpse of my thigh before dinner so he was excited throughout; we finished up there quite quickly so that we could get back to his room. I also ended up a little tipsy from drinking my wine so fast!

We started out like a couple of horny teenagers, kissing hungrily and grabbing at each other's clothes. I kept my underwear on, but demanded that he get naked before kissing him some more. As my hand wandered down his body, I found his firm cock standing to attention and stroked it gently with my fingertips; each stroke made him exhale heavily, and I gradually increased the pressure of my touch until my whole hand was wrapped around him. He then returned the favour and bought me to my first orgasm of the night with his fingers, skilfully rubbing my wetness over my clit.

He must have read my mind, because what came next was something I'd been craving all week. He rolled me back on the bed and crawled down until his tongue met my smooth pussy. He gently licked away, feeling how warm and wet I was in his mouth. By the time he slid two fingers inside me I was already moaning and writhing against his lips; neither of us could hold back much longer so he came back up and plunged himself into me. His cock felt so good sliding in and out - it must have been the perfect angle because he kept me right on the brink of orgasm and I never wanted him to stop fucking me.

He flipped me over and pulled my hips up towards him with my chest pressed down onto the bed; I had to use the pillow to stifle the climatic noises coming from my mouth because the walls seemed pretty thin. I made him go faster and harder until I started to come again. He pulled out and came all over my arse, completely bare bar the suspenders.

I've had some really good sessions lately, I'm a lucky girl. It's great when someone becomes familiar with your body and knows how to press your buttons : )

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

Angry Sex

It's a good job that my client last night was a regular, because I was feeling pretty wound up when I went to meet him. Had it been someone new, I would have struggled to make small talk through the initial drinks and kept up my 'perfect lady' act; I was in a bad mood, and I knew exactly what had to be done to relieve the tension that had crept through my body that afternoon.

David* met me at the door to his hotel suite, and with a brief greeting I swanned past him and put my bag on the table. He looked slightly baffled at my hostile entrance but made no complaint. As I rummaged through the contents of my favourite McQueen, I ordered him to take off all his clothes and get on the bed. He obliged without a word, quivering with excitement as he eagerly awaited what I had in store for him. I kept my clothes and heels on, pulling three silk scarves out of my handbag. If a client isn't particularly into S&M I find these a more comfortable bondage option than ropes or handcuffs; David and I had tried a bit of tie and tickle before, so I knew he wouldn't object.

He was lying on his back, propped up against the pillows. I hitched up my skirt and crawled up until I was straddling his waist; the first scarf went on as a blindfold, and the second was wound tightly around his wrists to bind his hands above his head. I could hear how heavy and staggered his breathing was. The last scarf went in his mouth as a gag and I tied it securely behind his head; he looked slightly less comfortable with this part but I was in no mood for conversation.

Climbing off him, I wrenched his legs apart and put my head between his thighs, running my tongue under and around his balls first. A muffled groan came from above me, but I ignored it. I knew how badly he wanted to watch me do this, but tough shit. I felt a bit sorry for David because he hadn't done anything wrong; it wasn't him who had pissed me off, but I felt that this was the best way to take out my frustration on him.

I got on top when he was rock hard and slipped on a condom; because he was so eager, pushing his pelvis up towards me, I made sure he entered me as slowly as physically possible. I lowered myself onto his cock, feeling him fill me up millimetre by millimetre. I have to confess, it was a relief for both of us when I finally got to the base and had all of him in me. From there, I began to move my hips in short, sharp thrusts fucking him as hard as I could. Every time my skin slapped against him he tried to let out a moan, stifled by his gag.

I brought him right to the brink three times before I let him come; there was no way I was letting him do it until I had. My orgasm took quite a while to come, but when it did it was hard and explosive, releasing a lot of my anger and leaving me feeling more peaceful.

David didn't make me explain my mood afterwards; he was just grateful, and for all he knew it was all part of the act. I still didn't feel much like cuddling, but at least was much more friendly towards him. I can't decide whether he's a poor bastard or a lucky git - probably the latter. Please excuse my language by the way, my mouth seems to be a bit filthy today.

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

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

Keeping my Cool

I did manage to keep my cool last night and behave like the perfect lady. I was squealing inside of course, but nobody knew that. We weren't able to spend much one on one time with the object of my desire, just a brief introduction - but that smouldering stare was enough to make me wet my knickers a little bit.

We left quite early to avoid getting too drunk - free bars are always dangerous. Back at the hotel a lot of fun was had by all; I decided to go for the school girl outfit. I'd briefly suggested it to my client earlier in the day and he was very enthusiastic about the idea. I love dressing up and role play! My previous excitement was still evident so the sex was fast and easy. I teased him for a little while first, keeping him pinned to his chair with anticipation. When I climbed on re was rock hard, and I took the full length of him in the first thrust. It was a huge relief for me, felt like ages since I'd last come. He held my bullet vibrator on my clit as I rode him; it kept slipping off the right spot with the motion so I took it from him and held it myself. My orgasm was long and satisfying, and the clenching muscles in my pussy made him climax just moments after.

I told you it was fun!

Brooke x

Libido

Wow, my libido is through the roof at the moment! I don't know if it's a scientific/hormonal thing as I'm currently at my most fertile time of the month, but this monster just won't be tamed. I didn't have a booking last night as I'd made spa plans with a girl friend. As we laid in the sauna and discussed men (mainly the barman and her recent ex), I found myself picturing last weekend all too clearly. I could've done without being any hotter in there!

I went straight to bed when I got home - I was in serious need of some 'me' time. I didn't reach for my vibrator, there was no time for that. My fingers were all I needed, but as I rubbed my own wetness over my clit I found myself wishing that his beautiful cock was inside me, filling me up. It took longer than I expected for me to come; I found it hard to concentrate, trying so hard to keep his face clear in my mind. But when I did, it was long and satisfying. My body shook and convulsed as I tried to stay quiet (flatmates at home).

I don't know how long it will be until I see him again, I haven't heard from him for a couple of days. I may end up secretly picturing the barman when I'm with my client tonight, though he won't know about it.

Can't sit still,

Brooke x

Eventful!

Wow, what an eventful weekend! Friday night was just as pleasurable as I'd hoped. He wasn't the most talented man in the world, but what he lacked in skill he made up for in effort. Plus he didn't object to a little instruction, so I guided his fingers and his tongue to bring me to a gradual orgasm. His stamina was quite impressive too; we had sex three times that night and the second two were lengthly enough to make me sweat.

I visited family at home on Saturday and Sunday - my first roast dinner in sooo long! You just can't top lamb and mint sauce. Also experienced the joys of going on a fairground ride when I was a bit stoned... Nauseating but fun! I slept for most of yesterday after a heavy night back in London on Sunday evening. That was the place where the beautiful people are and I made a couple of new contacts. My client base is getting more wealthy and more handsome. Fabulous.

Hope you had a great weekend,

Brooke x

Strange

I had a strange experience with Tom* last night. As he opened the door to me, I smiled like the cat that got the cream; he was mid 30s and pretty damn hot. I was already feeling in the mood from not having any sex all week, and I made an on the spot decision to enjoy this as much as he would. Conversation flowed easily and we had a glass of wine before we got down to business.

On his request, I'd bought a vibrator with me. He said that he wanted to play with me for a while before I even touched him, though he did take his shirt off first to give me some raw material. He started with just his fingers, making small but firm circles on my clit. When he heard my breathing stagger, he slipped his hand down to feel how wet I was and looked delighted with the results. He covered his fingers and moved back to my clit - it felt so good when he rubbed me with my own wetness. When he was satisfied that I was warmed up, he reached for my toy and twisted the base; it sprang to life and he wound it straight up to the highest setting. I was only a tiny bit worried as guys can get carried away and be a bit rough sometimes, but Tom obviously knew what he was doing.

Here's where the strange part is; I was so ready for it, and usually my vibrator makes me come within seconds. But I kept feeling the waves build up in my body, bringing me so close to the brink - and then it would disappear again. I didn't want to fake it - I wanted a full blown orgasm that made me convulse and shudder. I just got more and more frustrated with myself, until I flipped him over without invitation and straddled him. Maybe a good hard fuck would do it. He didn't complain, and seemed to get off on how worked up I was. I slammed myself onto him over and over again, a little angrily. I hate not getting my own way.

Then he flipped me over without invitation and began to pound me. I liked the sound of his balls rhythmically slapping against my wet pussy. He came with a loud groan not long after that and collapsed on top of me. I still hadn't come.

That doesn't usually happen to me, I shall have to try again.

Confused,

Brooke x

Is Size Everything?

I had a pretty good fuck last night. The guy was nothing special to look at, your average Joe. But my, he was well endowed! Size isn't always everything. In fact, I've been with some men so huge that it was quite uncomfortable, and it just felt like I was being pounded in the stomach. Not preferable.

But this was a lovely length, girth and shape. I think he knew it, too. He stood proudly, shoulders back and pelvis forward. I can't blame him, I do the same thing with my breasts. I love my breasts. Anyway, back to the point. This was a good night for it; I was feeling quite revved up, no lube required. He was another of that wonderful kind who like to pleasure a woman. Of course he took pleasure at me marvelling over his glorious cock and sinking it into my throat, but he was just as eager to go down on me. I was laid on the edge of the bed as he knelt on the floor between my legs. I didn't try to hold back when I felt the waves of orgasm creeping up on me; why should I? He took that as a signal that I was ready, and he crawled up my body until he was leaning over me at arms length - just the right position to push his fabulous instrument inside me.

We were going for a good 20 minutes. I don't like these fucks that last for hours; you just get sweaty, tired and too hot. This was very good though. Afterwards, he looked quite pleased with himself, and asked if he could see me again. Of course he can!

Satisfied,

Brooke x