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One of the most rewarding parts of my career is making clients dreams come true, for the first time! There’s something very special about seeing a man that excited, and captivated, his eyes drinking in every moment, every movement, every curve of my body, its very rewarding to be a part of that and even more satisfying when I’m the director! The subject of the dream come true and the one controlling the situation, manipulating and timing each movement and gesture to maximize the man’s pleasure. It’s a wonderful feeling and one that I was luck enough to experience again quite recently.

As you’ll have gathered by now I prefer the longer bookings that have a little role-play or some kind of naughtiness, and so I’m top of the list when a booking like that comes in and luckily for me another one did, and it was one that turned out to be unforgettable. A client, apparently new to escorts, had called and described what he wanted; GFE with a twist is how the agency summed it up while we were discussing the booking on the phone. Its not a new fantasy, in fact it’s a bit of a classic and the client wanted it bringing to life, good for him, I was more than happy to oblige.  🙂

I packed my little bag of tricks and set off for the booking knowing that both the client and I were in for a very special treat. I didn’t have far to travel, which was a blessing, the cabs air-con was out and a hot day in central London is a very hot day indeed especially if your stuck in a cab with no air-con. Fortunately I arrived before I started wilting! It was a lovely private block that I’d been to before, I was buzzed up and greet by a rather tense looking gentleman. One look at him and I immediately jumped into my sexy, sweet GFE role, a role that every girl knows extremely well and one that every girl, escort or not uses, as it works on every man that has ever been born. It’s a role that I am quite an expert in, and my heart went out when I saw the poor man, the poor thing looked a little terrified! I entered his apartment and then a gentle hand on his arm and a soft stroke of his cheek, my head slightly to one side and a softly spoken word or two and he began to relax. He had my present ready and waiting in a lovely envelope atop a writing desk jut off the entrance hall. Its funny but I do notice the wrappings chosen for my presents, I always have, anyway I’ll leave that for another blog… We moved through to the main reception Mr A (it seems rude to keep calling him the client) was still a little tense, I was relieved when he suggested a drink and then put some music on, the universal gestures! With a little coaxing Mr A began to relax while we sat, and I was feeling a little surer of exactly the role he wished me to play. A man of his word he wasn’t changing the plans, something that I was happy about as I was looking forward to the next few hours almost as much as him 😉

After a little sip of wine, some disarming chat and more than a little kissing Mr A was obviously feeling a little less nervous. What followed had been timetabled to perfection by Mr A.

I rose from a lingering kiss and began to move to the music that Mr A had selected. Swaying and moving in time to the music in what I know is a very sexy, erotic and hypnotic way. I did this for a while until he’d completely drunk me in, enjoying the movements and the curves, only then did I begin slowly removing my clothing. I began with a knowing smile while slowly unbuttoning my blouse. One moment turning my back, the next leaning over him and moving away with the slightest, lightest kiss. Moving, dancing and caressing myself while stripping, I was soon down to my lingerie. I’d kept my black stilettos on. All black underwear, nothing but the best, as we know the best feels the best, for the wearer and anyone lucky enough to be touching!

Stockings, suspenders, bra and knickers, lingering just out of reach I continued my dance bending over time and again and then I stopped, while I had my back to him and with no movement to the music I slowly removed my bra. With just my hands across my boobs I turned and then moved my hands to my hips. I bent down to the table where the glasses were, bending at the knees. I dipped a finger into one of the glasses and then sucked it. Slowly standing and moving to the music once more I moved slowly, dancing, to the chair opposite, I sat, raised my legs well above my head and removed my knickers in one smooth movement finishing with my stilettos on the floor. Standing, still out of reach, I moved and danced slowly for a moment, and then with a curling index finger I beckoned Mr A. I turned and began walking my sexiest walk towards the bedroom; I could fell his eyes burning into my naked bottom, the hurriedly following Mr A was quickly discarding items of clothing on the way. I entered the bedroom and saw the handcuff ready and waiting, one pair fastened on each side of the metallic headboard.

Fastening Mr A into place was a pleasure I took my time over. I was waiting. Moving slower, lingering. And I was waiting….

The intercom sprang into life.

I buzzed up our new playmate. “I’ve invited my best friend to join us,” I sang it out from the hallway with a smile on my face and then poked my head round the door, “I thought you’d like it… I know we will….” Licking my lips I disappeared from the doorframe.

Once Miss X was in the apartment we allowed a moment to pass and then we entered the bedroom with hungry looks directed straight at Mr A, I began to undress her, both of us occasionally looking over to Mr A to tease and excite him a little more. Kissing, caressing and enjoying each other it took time for me to undress Miss X, she and I were wearing exactly the same lingerie and when I’d finally stripped her down to the same outfit; stilettos, stocking and suspenders, nothing more…. we stopped our kissing and fondling, turned and looked and then moved over to the restrained Mr A…….

I love working with my fiend Miss X as you well know, and I love her apartment, I’ve told you this before but what I haven’t told you are the some of the reasons why I love her apartment so much (apart from the fact that Miss X is there and wherever Miss X is fun times are sure to follow), I love the space and the luxury, the colours, the bronze and warm reds at sun set, the clear blues at early, or maybe late, sun rise. Miss X has created a feeling in her apartment that everyone feels at home in and its addictive, you don’t want to leave. I don’t know quite how she’s done this or how much is the art and the furnishings and how much is her and her amazing ability to make everyone at home, comfortable and smiling within minutes. Anyway it was to her apartment I found myself travelling once more with expectation, hope and a childish delight in my smile and in my stomach! Happy and exited in the cab I clutched my bag of toys and costumes as I imagined what was ahead of me for the next few hours.
Miss X and the agency have a couple of new clients that have rather particular requests, I’ve run into this type of booking before and must say they are fun. I’m talking about food, specifically cream cakes and cream. Think food fights and pouring cream and you won’t be too far away. This booking was to be a little more involved, a little more fantasy fulfilment, and I was looking forward to it. The client and the Agency had agreed the scenario, one that appealed to both Miss X and I and fell right into our fields of expertise. It involved submission, domination, role-play, a hint of fetishism and food! What’s not to like….
Miss X had covered the dinning area floor with plastic sheeting and taped it down. Her dinning chairs had also been covered, both in a very subtle and unobtrusive way, these however were the only hints of what was to be happening here soon. Miss X and I changed into costume and slowly slipped into character. Miss X dressed in a maids costume, one of the shortest I’d ever seen, with fishnet stockings, simple maid style shoes and hardly any make-up. I changed into a lady boss outfit, short black skirt, black stockings quite a sheer white blouse, black stilettos and slightly severe make-up with my favourite shade of strong red lipstick.
In costume and in character I ordered Miss X to lay out my other costume for the evening this she did in silence and with a grace and lack of extra movement that was hypnotic, especially when she bent over, her prefect bottom was almost completely exposed! With her final movement she lingered slightly while bent over the bed, turning and looking over her shoulder at me with her wickedest smile, I held her gaze and gave her my sternest lady boss stare….
As arranged the large round glass dinning-table was laid with nothing but a bottle of wine chilling on ice and two long stem wine glasses. The client arrived and once customary exchanges made we moved straight to the dinning area. Miss X moved to her place in the corner ankles and toes together, hands held together and resting at her crotch with head bowed. The client is a fan of Japanese cartoons and Miss X knows her Manga and Hentai and watches them herself from time to time and so she knows how to be the type of submissive sexy maid that our client desires. I sat diagonally across from, lets call him Mr A, my legs crossed in such a way as to allow him a good view of the perfect curves and a view of a length of suspender peeping from below my skirt, my sexy sheer blouse was just tight enough to show the shape of my breasts and yet leave a little something to the imagination.  The scene was set.
Mr A ordered Miss X to pour the drinks this she did while flashing her pert little bottom and spilling a few drops for which I reprimanded her. This was repeated a few minutes later this time with Mr A delivering the reprimand when Miss X spilt a few drops on the glass table, Miss X appeared ashamed, apologised and moved back each time to her station in the corner, few feet from the table. We began to order plates, nothing more just plates, readying ourselves for the main course. These arrived and each of which was delivered with a lingering flash of Miss X’s sexy bottom and this time with just a hint of a wiggle, unfortunately the plates were delivered a little too noisily. This was disgraceful! Something more had to be said – more reprimands and warnings “Something may have to be done”, Mr A and I talking of how disappointing the service was and “maids must learn how to perform” Miss X looking dejected we ordered the cakes.
They arrived with a wonderful bend over the table as Miss X stretched and began to arrange them, each other one rolling from the plate in the centre of the table. Mr A and I were shocked and I took charge. Taking a little fluffy creamy cake in hand and moving behind and to the side of Miss X I gave her a slap on the arse with the cream cake. It splatted wonderfully. Miss X complained and pleaded delightfully, Mr A’s eyes sparkled at the sight before him, I continued to scold Miss X about her terrible service and slowly took another little cream cake. Splat! On the other cheek! I made an excuse to leave the room, going to wash my hands I think and quickly changed into my other costume. I re-entered the room and discovered Mr A licking the cake from Miss X’s pert bottom. “Well well it looks like I have two victims for the evening”. Dressed in my red PVC catsuit shinny stilettos, whip in hand they both turned on que. The games began in earnest!
Mr A was my victim as I made him throw and smear cream and cake over Miss X and then lick some of it off, this culminated in my making him order Miss X to strip naked and pour cream over herself as part of her punishment, I allowed Mr A to lick some of this from Miss X. Of course if he didn’t deliver on my orders in quite the right way he was punished! I controlled my two slaves perfectly to balance Mr A’s pleasure on a knife-edge and then built the pressure with all my skill using my toys and Miss X as tools to tease, punish and elight in equal measure, until I final allowed him relief. Mr A finally left with a new glint in his eye and a lot less stress in his shoulders and his pants! Miss X and I cleaned up, after we had our own little food fight, we couldn’t resist!

One of my regulars was back in London recently. A gentleman I’ve been seeing for quite a while now, he always stays in the same hotel in central London and takes a suite there. The suite he stays in has a superb view across London. I love to watch the summer sunrise from there, its breathtaking. But of course it’s not always possible to watch the sunrise as we may be otherwise engaged.

The usual booking is an overnight but this time he came to an agreement with the agency for an afternoon running into overnight. I arrived and he explained: he was dealing with a contract wrap up and had no idea if it would drag but it was concrete that it would not drag longer than X number of hours. I was to make myself at home in the suite, and to help myself ‘just don’t go overboard and order a case of champagne on room service’; he’d be back soon. I was on standby, but not for an hour or so, so I could enjoy all that the hotel could offer, and I did. Two hours later I retuned to the suite and noticed a bottle of champagne on ice, a bowl of fresh large strawberries and a note: ‘all gone well, feel free to start without me, I’ll be back soon’ Excellent timing I thought, I had enough time to do one of the things I love to do in a suite with a view, dance naked with the sun streaming through the full length widows, feeling the warmth of the sun on my body, catching the occasional reflection and wondering how many telescopes are pointing my way; I dance and spin and smile until the track playing on the system ends.

I shower and my thoughts turn to my gentleman, I can call him my gentleman as we have been seeing each other for a while now, my gentleman has many talents but relationships aren’t one of them: as he says ‘making time for women, I don’t, not because I can’t but because don’t trust them, you I can trust. We have a contract, I like contacts and I like you. But if we didn’t have a contract well, we wouldn’t be sat here.’ It’s not the first time I’ve heard something this, its just he put it better than I’ve ever heard, and every time I hear something like this I think its kind of sad, I don’t know why I feel like that I just do. I put this to the back of my mind as I pat myself dry and walk through the suite.

Fortunately I’m quite expert in opening champagne bottles, I pour myself a glass and enjoy with a strawberry. I’m naked and perched on the wonderfully decadent grand bed.  There are few bigger in London hotels. While sipping and chewing I recall the note ‘feel free to start without me’ I don’t like to disappoint but then again timing is everything. What to do? I could prepare the scene, handcuffed to the bed a line of strawberries from breasts to crouch – ready for him to pour champagne over me and feast! A possibility. Perhaps a schoolgirl skirt and let him catch me red faced and topless kneeling on the bed with a toy ready to be taught a lesson from an experienced man. Yes another possibility. What to do? So many possibilities. My head was spinning. Its like something out of the Da Vinci code I know I have the clues I just need to… And then I had it – on the morning of our last meeting he mentioned his fantasy, but so in passing it hardly registered, honestly no more than four or five words. I went to the wardrobe more in hope than anything else, opening the door I was rewarded, I felt a tingle of delight, I love this particular fantasy. I put the fur coat on over my naked body. The sensation of silk and fur is always intoxicating, beautifully soft and wonderfully cool, its an addictive combination. I selected our favourite toys from my bag and spread them over the acres of bed. Pouring two glasses and taking mine to the comfort of the mountains of pillows, now confident of the timing and pleased with the game.

I lingered and luxuriated for a while, naked in furs, becoming more aroused as the seconds passed. A sip from my glass then the buuurrr of one of my toys, my eyes half closed as the click of the door announced my man’s arrival….

Hello again – First off – Sorry I haven’t posted for a while but as you know its go, go, go.

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It’s a truism at World Cup time if you want to get a man talking and feeling free with his words – mention football. It’s a space for men to move into. A secure environment, a shared consciousness. I’m something of an oddity as far as this goes – I like football. I enjoy watching it and yes I understand the rules and yes I do have a team that I “support”, but I rarely speak of such things as I have also learnt that many, many, men don’t like a sexy escort disputing their ideas on who, or whom, should partner Rooney. And just such a discussion was passed up on recently. I was destined for a wonderful night with a beautiful couple. I use the word beautiful in a poetic sense. I feel there are few truly physically beautiful people in the world (few can live up to Michel Angelo’s David) and less that share the outer with the inner. I do not include myself in this esteemed bracket of beautiful people, although I have been called beautiful more than once. I go with the philosophy that few sane people think of themselves as truly beautiful, few do… and yet there is more beauty in people to be seen in so many ways, more than they themselves can see…. Anyway….

Anyway as I was saying, before the philosophy, a lovely and not too unattractive, even pretty, (how can I now use the word beautiful) couple booked me very recently for a 2 to 3 hour booking that soon became an overnight of adventurous pleasure. My favourite type of pleasure.

Once I had arrived and greeted them both I knew I was in for fun. They appeared to be a wonderfully open and secure couple that had a very relaxed air, an interesting environment, ‘this could go anywhere’ I thought and I hoped….

I was shown to their main living room and made a note of the nibbles, drinks, other fun stuff including toys and party favours laid out tastefully and at the same time somewhat secreted on corner table. I put my little case of costumes and fun down. I had been asked to bring a selection of outfits and toys but haddn’t much more guidance than that. I’d been told that the couple were interested in tie and tease.

As I put the case down I was handed a chilled glass of champagne and quite expertly moved from it by “Paul”

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who opened with a quite unexpected question. “So who do you think should partner Rooney”. “Paula” while opening the bag and diving into the goodies looked over her shoulder and apologized, her gaze still revelling in the contents. Paul and I reclined on the sofa as Paula excavated my bags contents and Paul reviled his master plan for the England squad and the usual formations. I unfortunately never had time to discuss this with him as Paula soon turned with one of my sexy black cocktail dresses in hand and said ‘this is the one’…

Paul kindly put everything back into my bag – leaving I noticed with a tingle of delight – all the toys easily accessible at the top (looking back I should have insisted that they were kept down-stairs), they both asked if I could shower, not for any other reason but hey wished to prepare. I was led to a room with en-suit, where my bag with accessible toys was placed. The en-suit had been readied and prepared, or so I assumed. I complied with their wishes and shoed, wondering all the while, what was I going to encounter. I had no doubt that what ever it was that they wished to prepare it was going to be, well for want of a better word interesting. And judging by the way they were together and with me pleasurable and fun. I was more curious than I’d been for a long time. It was a exciting… What I encountered I did not expect.

Paul had been tied to the sofa, in a quite expert, or at least practiced way, naked except for a mask. Paula was wearing a skimpy little number and holing a tray of en-trays like a waiter. As I entered Paula greeted me and offered me a little nibble. I took an en-tray! (I’m just such a tease some times! And I love it!) I moved immediately and effortlessly into the required role, a role I love and often find myself occupying. After a prolonged and exquisite show of affection for the restrained Paul both Paula and I had to stop for a while before we got just too into it, at that point both Paula and I realized that we had put on more of an enjoyable the show than either of us expected, the look in our eyes was one of amazement, seduction and more…

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We moved to were Paul was restrained and was now writhing in frustration. We both feed him a few nibbles while looking at and touching each other. He was now our new focus of desire and power. Once we’d fed him while teasing him exquisitely at close quarters he had to pay. Receiving such pleasure all be it without release is not free. And so proceeded to chastise and lightly whipped Paul for being a greedy little pig that likes to watch, and of course made him watch some more eventually we took pity on him and both help to relieve his growing an ultimately unsustainable pressure….

The night had a natural flow of tension and relief, role-play with submission and domination, a wonderful exploration beautifully played. And to ‘Paul and Paula’ if you’re reading this – please book me again soon I love the way you play and share! And to Paul I never did get chance to tell you who I think should partner Rooney.

Hope to post again VERY SOON.

I’ve been busy lately and I’d not seen Miss X for a while and she’d missed me, well I hoped so and I was proved right when we met up again for an incall at her place. I love her apartment and spend as much time there as I can. The booking was a one to two hour but I knew that he’d spend longer than that with us as Miss X and I hadn’t spent time together for what felt like ever.

I arrived about fifteen minutes early so I could shower after the journey and catch my breath. The client had requested certain outfits and role-play. Miss X was in character and once I’d showered and dressed I joined in the fun. Miss X was in her ivory white silk blows, black skirt, black stockings and suspenders and black stiletto’s and she’d asked me to bring a selection of my new silky lingerie, two pieces of which she’d selected for me and left in the bathroom for me to wear.

Miss X was most definitely lady boss and I was… a sexy girl for her to boss, another role that I like. No responsibility just submission. I even love the thought of it! We were into our role’s and doing our best to not letting ourselves get too carried away when the client arrived, right on time, thank goodness! any long and we’d have lost control! Miss X opened the door to the client, who had brought a present for us, a lovely bottle of champagne, lovely! Once the customary pleasantries were out of the way we settled into the booking….

The client had his own ideas for role-play that we followed, with our own techniques 😉 within moments the outside world had disappeared and all our thoughts and energy were focused on the moment, our pleasure and each others pleasure. Role-play came and went with roles reversed and replaced as the moment took on it’s own momentum. One hour became two and two became, more…..

My hopes had been fulfilled: The client was wonderful; at times I wondered who should be paying who! Miss X was even more fun than usual and I had a great time and I know for a fact I performed superbly! Once the client had left, quite a few hours after arriving Miss X and I were exhausted and smiling. Smiling that sensual smile that only crosses your face at certain times! We showered each other and relaxed….

Sometime I have to say to myself in a whisper “I love my life!”

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