Well, it’s been a while since I wrote in the ol’ diary.
That’s because I’ve been a busy girl about town. Escorting has taken off practically where I left it over ten years ago. It seems to be the same four top hotels in London, same type of clients. I’m even wearing some of the same dresses lol.
I can’t say I’ve exactly had fun doing it though. Not the kind of fun I used to have. It’s just work, done in the privacy of a hotel, mostly after a nice dinner or lunch. I suppose being ten years older, I am living a different lifestyle. I don’t drink much anymore, I don’t indulge in curious substances (well, not that much. I definitely don’t go to the sort of parties I used to) and the sex has been normal straight stuff.
But there is the possibility to spice things up. One Gent wants to try swinging (as he so quaintly terms it).
I’m a little excited about this. I haven’t done it for ages. I’ve been with this gent about 4 times now and we’ve discussed what sort of people I like, so I’m hoping this couple he has for me to meet will be to my liking. But, at the end of the day I’ll be ‘looked after properly’ like any good Gent would do for his Lady, so it doesn’t really matter who I’m fucking and what they look like. Just as long as they’re bathed and mind their P’s & Q’s.
So it will be my first encounter with another couple for, ooh, approximately 11 years, 6 months and 3 days. Most of the couples I’ve been with were professionals (by that I don’t mean professional sex workers, I mean they didn’t work at Tesco), mostly older than me (that was before I grew this old, so I bloody hope they are now younger than me. Granny fanny, not my bag) and all were my kind of sexy.
So, yes, I’m looking forward to this leading to other things. But my main concern is; will the Gent handle my enthusiasm? You see, I do love sex with more than one person. The more the merrier actually, especially if I’m the centre of attention.
I once had a client take me to a private party in Paris. We were having a nosy around when three handsome men and a gorgeous girl turned up. I was instantly attracted and I‘d say the feeling was mutual because they pounced on me. Soon it was just me, the girl and the three men. Totally unprofessional on my part, but hell, the combination of attraction, chemistry and pure passion is something that doesn’t happen too often in life with one person, let alone three. The excitement was thrilling. Maybe it was their broken English in a French accent, maybe it was the wine, maybe it was because all of them were so damn hot they got me instantly wet as soon as I saw them.
My poor client. I looked up and he was just watching, crestfallen. Like a fan at a football match who‘s team is getting a good kicking. I pretended not to notice. When I looked again he was gone.
I had to follow him, and it was probably one of the hardest things I’ve done; to pull myself away as some man I have visually fallen in love with is giving me the sort of pleasure I still wank over to this day. I can still feel his hands on my body, and his girlfriends soft mouth whispereing when we kissed.
I found my client was at the bar, licking his wounds. He soon perked up when I told him I did it because I thought he wanted to watch, and they did nothing for me. All lies of course.
We left the party after a few more drinks. All I wanted to do was dump him and return to my new found Friends of Fun, but I couldn’t. We did the deed at the hotel, quick and easy, but it was an all night booking so I couldn’t leave and return to the party. Boo hoo.
I hope my new Gent understand what he is getting himself in for when he takes me 'swinging'.
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