Yuck

I wasn't feeling my date on Friday. At first, I thought it was going to be great; he was good looking, witty and a good kisser. I quite fancied him initially, but the more he drunk, the more he turned into a creep. His hands were all over me while we were still at the bar, and he kept going in for full on snogs while we were sitting near other people, which is not my style. He was constantly pawing me, leering like an old pervert despite his youth. Yuck.

Ever the professional, I went back to his place and gave him what he was obviously so desperate for, but I shall not be adding him to my list of regular clients.

Apart from that I had quite a lazy weekend - just what I needed!

Brooke x

All a Blur

Now I remember why you're supposed to eat a meal before you go out drinking. My client insisted on plying me with wine (not that I protested much) despite my stomach being positively empty. That combined with a shared joint back at his apartment played havoc with my memory! I know that we both giggled like teenagers for some time, and I remember making out like teenagers too. There was a lot of good old fashioned snogging and groping before the clothes came off, then I think he took charge because I was a bit spaced out... after that I can recollect heat, sweat and him moving hard between my legs. I laid back and let him cover every inch of me.

I woke up with a groggy head this morning and a vague, hazy memory of some good sex. He had to leave really early, and I imagine he felt just as rough as I did. I think it was worth it for all the fun we had! Now I just need a good meal to get rid of this hangover.

Brooke x