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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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A couple of evenings ago I had a 2hr Dominatrix booking from AvisBabes. I love working as a Dominatrix. I love the way I look in my Rubber or PVC and it lets me be the boss and spank the guy, plus use my toys in exciting ways! Oh yes I love being the boss!

We’d worked up quite a sweet and once we’d showered we settled down for a little relax when he said that his girlfriend doesn’t let him spank her arse. She says that it shows that he’s a misogynist and hates women. WOW I had to let him down gently. But I meen, Ive heared some weird stuff but this was something else. What kind of rubbish was that! I love all the fun and role-play as do most well adjusted women and men. Letting yourself go and playing a part is part of the fun and the exploration. If we don’t explore who we are then how can we ever know ourselves? Playing a lady boss is quite different to playing a sexy secretary, even though the outfits are very similar. A little but of submission or a little bit domination is often just the ticket and can make an experience all the more pleasurable. A little well placed and well timed slap on the arse (so long as you know the person) can be very pleasurable let me tell you. It was called “slap and tickle” for a reason. A phrase that I quite like, slap and tickle, it sums it all up!

Be fee, explore, be safe, and don’t be afraid to try something new! Have a great weekend. We may even meet!

Well my first post seemed to go down well and thanks to all of you that got in-touch with AvisBabes with your kind words and support. And Hello to one particular reader – you know who you are – and no I’m not going to answer that question, but you may wish to find out with me…… You never know if you book through AvisBabes you may book me 😉

The Bank Holiday gave me an opportunity to let my hair down. The weather wasn’t great but that wasn’t going to dampen my spirits. I’d been quietly planning a full and fun long weekend for a while and on Thursday evening over a glass of wine (or two) I revealed my plans to Miss X. With a little yelp of delight and a dirty, sexy smile over the top of her glass the deal was set- a weekend of fun was ours, or at least that was the plan.

We were chatting away, putting the icing on the plan, enjoying the planning almost as much as we expected to enjoy the events themselves when Miss X suggested a little therapy, shopping therapy. There were a few hours of shopping time left so off we went. A girl can never have too much lingerie. We hit the shops and helped each other trying on sexy skimpy lingerie. The wine had definitely had an effect as we got more and more carried away in the changing rooms, giggling and laughing a little too loudly. The older lady on the till gave us both cursory looks when we went to the checkout, this made us laugh and splutter all the more, when she looked down her nose, especially as there was a young and quite sexy looking girl smirking at us from behind her. Silly and childish I know but this is the effect Miss X has on me. She brings out my childish and wicked side. And anyway if two sexy girls cant have fun in London…..

We took a cab back and as we got to the apartment. Put the music on, opened another bottle and started trying our lingerie on. Dancing about with Miss X I realized that the blinds and curtains were still open and then the intercom went. Miss X came back into the room with one of her wicked smiles on her face, I know that smile, it usually leads to trouble, fun, but trouble. “We have a guest”. Looking round the place we had done quite a good job of throwing our new lingerie on just about every surface there was. There were a couple of empty wine bottles and the music was playing, all in all quite a scene. Miss X went to the door and let in our mystery guest. It was her on/off boyfriend lets call him…. MrX (yep not that imaginative I know but it fits). She led him to the sofa and then moving in her sexiest way glided back over to me, caressing me through the silk lingerie I’d just bought. MrX looked like he’d just trapped something in his zipper, but was doing his best to look cool. I couldn’t resist playing along, sexy dancing and caressing each other with the occasional gentle little kiss we moved back to the sofa and sat either side of our guest Miss X handed him a glass of wine. It seemed that the weekend would go totally according to plan. But in a day or we we’d put him back down again, once he’d learnt an entirely new octave…