Do you want to meet me at midnight?

If you want to meet me at midnight then listen to my short story first. 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 colors, 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.


Meet me at midnight


I met a few gentlemen over there during that week, but my last night was remarkable. I got a call asking for a 3-hour appointment. He was very specific on the phone, the meeting had to be at midnight in his hotel, a few drinks in the hotel bar and some fun in the room but NO SEX, humm that will be a first, let’s see if he can control himself I thought.

We had agreed to meet in the lobby of the hotel, a fancy one in central London, very close to where l was staying. l was wearing a black dress, with a broad neckline, black heels, and sexy lingerie, though he still could not see it. He was elegantly dressed in a dark blue suit, and a white shirt subtly unbuttoned. I could smell his perfume when we were still a few feet away.

We greeted with a brief hug, he grabbed my waist and pointed out the address. We started walking to the fancy bar that the hotel had behind its restaurant. On a big black grand piano, someone was playing jazz pieces. The atmosphere was lit by dim lights. We approached a large bar, ordered a strong drink for each, and sat at a table, as far away from the main hall as possible.


Meet me at midnight



I was really tired, to be honest from the day that I had. My thighs fell exhausted on the chair, and l slightly opened my legs to rest. I think he might have noticed that since he began to fiddle with his feet under the table. First, he stroked my feet and my calves. But very soon he reached the thighs. My thighs, which were exhausted, woke again, excited about sex. Having them tensed now, and full of desire. On the table, I tore him by the hand. With gentle pressure, I showed him where to go, what roads to take, when to stop or when to continue. Our breathing began to clutter, the gasping to be more intense.

“Let’s finish the drink in the room,” he said. ‘Why so much trouble? We’re just starting, you want to finish so soon?”; “On the contrary…”, he said, and with a mischievous smile, he pulled the chair back from the table, stood beside me, and extended his hand to take me from it.

“Let’s go to the room. Sex time” he said, and I stopped “wait, I thought you didn’t want to have sex”, he smiled at me and said, “oh dear there are so many ways of having sex”. We called the elevator and it came very quickly. There were at least three people inside. We stayed in the back of it, and very soon my new friend was touching my back, then my legs, down to the thighs. He lifted my dress with the most subtle gesture and silently smack my butt No one seemed to be noticing it, but we were both deeply exited. The elevator stopped three times, everybody took off while we were still going to the top floor. “Here we are,” he told me.

We had a few hours to be there, my flight was out in a few hours and I still had to pick up my luggage before going to the airport. We entered the room but we stood next to the bed. I unbuttoned his shirt slowly and trusted my hand into his trousers. He took off my underwear, which had been misplaced at the elevator. He took it in his hands, smelled it, and threw it on the bed.


Meet me at midnight


We began to touch ourselves wildly, our breathing was growing stronger and choppy. His wet fingers were making me feel incredible, I could barely think of how I was touching him. He was saying some stuff to my ear, I can remember, in a language I could not understand. His voice trembled, he stopped sometimes to breathe but kept saying those things to me. With his tongue, he licked the lobe of my ear, which really turned me on. I could not contain myself too much. As he touched me, we kissed, our tongues got involved tenderly but savagely.

His mouth soon moved from my ear to my mouth, then to my breasts, and ended up in my pubis. Me, standing on my feet, with my legs open; him, kneeling on the floor. I found myself in a complete state of ecstasy and pleasure. His tongue was delighted in between my pubis, he seemed to enjoy playing between my thighs. He was just creating great chaos down there.

The chaos soon turned into a big fire, and I could no longer control it. “Do not stop” I said, “Please do not stop”. And he did not. On the contrary, his tongue began to move faster and his saliva to fall slowly on my thighs, toward my knees. Completely wet, I pressed his head between my thighs, while his tongue was continuously moving on. In a single and perfect moment, I reached the moment of maximum ecstasy, the full orgasm, his tongue, and my pubis merged into the one and the same disorder.


Meet me at midnight


With his head still between my legs, he gave me one last kiss, tender but sexy, and put himself over his feet. “I think it’s time for you to go,” he said. Slowly opening my eyes, I said yes just with a gesture. He took the underwear I had left on the bed, and gently placed it again on my body, kissing my ankles, my thighs, and my pubis for the last time. Before opening the door he whispered in my ear:

“Come back soon,” he said. “Definitely” I replied. London has never disappointed me!!!!!


How to meet me?



Sophya Moore

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.

I always make sure that I look my best when I have people coming over for a meeting. I took a quick shower, made sure to shave. I was done, I put on some lotion and perfume. I was not going to leave anything to chance. I had already picked out what I was going to wear for this special night. White suspender lingerie was my choice for the night. It nipped my waist perfectly and skimmed down my thighs to give me that hypnotic look. I matched this with sexy nude stockings, perfect, matched my overall look.

I put on the white form-fitting dress I had laid out earlier. It hugged my curves perfectly. I put on a black belt to complete the chic and sexy look I was going for. I also slipped on a pair of nude heels that not only complimented my look but also accentuated my femininity.

 The couple arrived as soon as I was done getting ready. As I ushered them in, I couldn’t help but notice how attractive they were. The lady was a lovely Irish woman in her early 30s. She did not look a day older than 25. The man, who was in his early 40s looked more mature. He was a tall and lean guy. They both looked like they took very good care of their bodies. The woman’s body was toned but this did not take away her womanliness. On the contrary, it made some of her feminine features, such as her breasts and soft butt to stand out even more.

Her toned stomach muscles, coupled with the peplum top cinched her waist perfectly. I noticed that they both had tans. I later learned they had traveled for the holidays, which explained their perfectly radiant skins. I got excited by just looking at them. I am bisexual, and I often prefer encounters that involve couples. I always want to ensure that the couples who come to see me get the best sex of their lives. At the same time, I always make sure that they are comfortable with everything I do. This is because most of them are usually doing a threesome for the first time, it’s the experience of their lives, I have to give my very best.

 I led them to the living room, where we sipped on our champagne, and nibbled on the strawberries I had set out, as we engaged in some chit chat to help calm our nerves. Soon enough, we were getting a little tipsy and laughter filled the room. I made the first move, which helped kick-start the action. I offered the woman strawberry and fed it to her from my hand. I then proceeded to put my fingers in her mouth and she willingly obliged and started to lick them one at a time. As we did this, we both looked at the man, who kept staring at us.

A mini-tent was already forming in between his legs. Looking at the woman’s husband, I could tell that he was enjoying the show. This gave me the green light I needed to proceed so I show them the way to my playroom. we lay in the bed while he sat on the chair that I have there for the purpose. While one of my hand was still in her mouth, I took my other hand and pushed her smooth hair back from her face. I then trailed a finger down her face, her throat and down her blouse. This elicited a moan from her. I could see the nervousness slowly leaving her as she started to suck on my fingers. I unbuttoned her blouse revealing a corset that matched the color of her blouse. She was already breathing very fast.

I slowly took off the corset and bra to reveal her breasts, which felt tender and warm to the touch. I knew she wanted me to touch her everywhere, and it was all I wanted to do then. I tenderly lifted one of her breasts to my mouth and kissed it gently. This elicited deeper moans from her, which encouraged me to keep going. Soon enough her clothes were now a messy pile on the floor. I let go of her breast, kissed her stomach gently, making sure to linger a little more before proceeding slowly downwards towards her tightly fitting panties. I made sure to tease her before slowly taking off her panties and gently parting her thighs. At this point, her moans had gotten louder.

I went down on her, Ravishing her swollen clitoris. I could tell from the tight grip she had on my head that she wanted me to keep going. At this point, I also heard moaning and groaning from the other end of the room. The husband was still sitting on the chair watching us as he played with himself. She was soooo wet and I knew it would only be a matter of time before she came. I had noticed earlier that she liked it when I licked her clit. I went back to licking it, gently at first, before proceeding to quick and harder licks. Each stroke of my tongue elicited an even louder moan. She violently came on my face, and I could feel the vibrations that rocked her body with each orgasm.

We switched places and she went down on me; each touch more pleasurable than the last. She was more delicate than I had been with her, kissing me with her velvety soft lips. I could still feel the taste of champagne and strawberries on her lips. After I had cum, the husband decided to join in the action. I took his rock-solid cock into my mouth. I could see the pleasure and desire in his face as I sucked on it. I would stop momentarily to lick and suck on his clean-shaven balls, which made him groan even more. I also took breaks to kiss and caress his wife, which they both seemed to like.

When he was on the brink of cumming, he took his dick out of my mouth and turned me around. I bent over and let him have his way with me. He did not bother with taking off my lingerie. He went for my suspenders, unsnapped them and fucked me hard while rubbing and spanking my ass. He was a generous lover and he could also tell that I wanted him inside me. We switched positions and his wife got on top of him to ride him. He grabbed me and asked me to sit on his face. At this point, I was facing his wife and I went for her perky breasts. I kissed her as she rode him while he continued to lick me.

His wife was the first to cum, and I followed closely behind. He got out from underneath his wife and sprayed our faces with his cum. Our groans and moans rent the night air before we all collapsed into a heap of sweaty naked bodies.

I’m so looking forward to having you guys over again


Sophya Moore

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 was just finishing my make up when I heard the knock on the door. I rushed to open it and when I did it, I gasped. “May I come in?” he asked, “Of course,” I responded, my voice slightly quivering. He was a tall, very tall, black hair, awesome smile and much larger than me in a good way. He was wearing a white shirt and jeans (and for those who don’t know me, this is the men outfit that turns me on). I looked him up and down when I finally met his beautiful eyes. “So you are my neighbour,” I said.

Naughty Neighbour

I invited him inwards and into my living room. I’d set it up with a nice ambient dark lighting and candles burning. A certain romantic atmosphere at all times is how I liked it, and my clients like it even more it seem. While drinking some wine we talked for a while. He was so witty and had so many stories to tell. While he was talking I was watching his lips moving and start kissing him. He seemed taken aback, to be honest, I was too. I don’t usually go so forward, especially when someone is talking, but l just couldn’t anymore. He turned me on in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time.

He took me to the bedroom. It was so exciting and passionate. I’d never experienced anything like his passionate embrace. We kissed and he held me tight at the bedroom door and we went in. l exploded out of that black lingerie and was on my back before I knew it. 

I felt his big hard cock throbbing while I put the condom on it and he was instantly deep inside me. I quivered and screamed out in ecstasy. He immediately made me cum. Something about the shape of his cock and that perfect amount of wine turned me into his fuck toy on that first round. It seemed like every time he’d go deep I’d cum again and again. I’ve been fucked plenty of times, but never with such insane mad passion like this man was capable of. He was very neighbourly indeed. 

We went at it for what felt like hours, both climaxing and going back into each other’s embrace before going back to it again. He’d lick the juices from my pussy in between and I’d suck his cock until we were ready for the next round and the next. Hummmmm. 

 Moments like this are why I love this job. The life of an escort is finding romance in anything, and the passionate neighbour next door will always be remembered as one of the most romantic experiences of my life. 

Until we meet again


Sophya Moore