Diary 28-Feb-2015

I always pride myself on offering a London escort service with a difference. See, many girls think of themselves as being adventurous, but few can attest to having experienced anything quite so out there as this. It wasn’t planned either. If I’m being honest, I would have to admit to having a little bit of a wild streak, something which has always been present and has, from time to time, actually caused me to experience the occasional odd twinge and burst of desire. Still, it was not something which I actually, genuinely thought would ever happen. How wrong I was! Louise is a close friend as well as a colleague and I would be lying if I said that her smooth curves and long blonde hair do not appeal to me on some level. But then, we had joked about such a situation time and time again without thinking that we’d ever cross that line.

The gentleman in question was actually recommended to me by Lily, my gorgeous, self-confessed bisexual colleague and friend and as such, I was more than happy to meet him at his hotel room. Little did I know that Lily was already there waiting for me. Was it a rouse? Probably, but one which I didn’t mind in the slightest. In fact, I was more than pleased to see her sat there in her tight black dress, a glass of champagne in her hand. I smiled from ear to ear, tingling with potential anticipation. What was she doing there? I was about to find out and it couldn’t happen quickly enough. To be fair, I didn’t get chance to ask her outright. Before I had a chance to ask anything, she placed her glass on the table, walked over to me and ran her fingers through my hair.