I went to London deeply excited, I was given a new work project in there, and this means that now I have to spend every month a few days in London. As my plane approach to the airport, I couldn’t stop thinking about this exciting city. I love everything about London, its rainy weather, its sober and elegant colours, its streets dimly lit by night. Since I had to stay for a week I decided to set up an advert for London while I was there, I did not have much time, but I was very excited about being there. I had nothing to lose.
With this weather, the only thing that actually appeals to me is being at home with a nice glass of wine, soft Jazz playing in the background and the thoughts of some memorable evenings that I had in the last couple of months. I have been crazy busy in my full-time occupation and along with that some lack of inspiration, I know I have been denying you the chance to “read” me from time to time but I promise I will try to change that. Work definitely finds its way through to me, but at the end of the day, is the excitement of meeting new people and explore their sexuality that really takes a huge toll on me. I feel extremely excited. An unassailable urge fills me from within. I get really excited considering the fact that I have the opportunity to meet new people and get to know them personally. Let us just say that it is pretty much a part of my existence and my nature to explore and improvise.
It was a Saturday evening and I was very excited and looking forward to the rest of the evening. I sat on the chair on my balcony sipping a gin & tonic and fantasized about how I wanted the night to turn out. I had a meeting with a couple later in the night. I caught myself just in time and remembered that I had to get the house ready before they arrived. I lit several rose-scented candles around the house to set the mood. I set out glasses on the table and placed champagne in an ice bucket.
Late one night about a month ago. I was doing my general things on a night in, did a little cleaning, browsed the web, and did some reading. I had just gotten out of the shower and was planning on spending the rest of the night relaxing when I got a phone call. the man on the other line says he was browsing my listing. He said I looked really hot and was wondering if he could come by later. I don’t know it was his kind manners, his sexy voice, I decide to agree despite my plans for a quiet evening, he asks me to wear the raincoat and my black lingerie, stockings and suspenders. I agreed, Made sense to me, and I love wearing it, he said he’d be over in an hour and that should be easy to find since we were neighbours. Hmmm a neighbour I thought, that is just hot.
I just started my day thinking that I should treat myself with some holidays, I need desperately to get a tan, the office was relatively quiet because my colleagues were still arriving. I started to work on my computer, was just finishing a deadline that had been assigned to me earlier that week when one of my cocky colleagues arrived at the office, a twenty-something kid who could never stop his jaw from dropping when he sees me. I greeted him and stood up to get something from the copier, he suddenly said ‘God you look extra delicious this morning”. I flipped my long blonde hair back, thanked him and looked down at my outfit. It was nothing too fancy: a white cotton shirt that showed just the right amount of cleavage and some jeans that showed my shapely ass perfectly, coupled with some bright red heels for a touch of sex on this boring morning.