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

A Role That I Actually Can Play | Role Play

A Role Play Dream. With this weather, A role that I actually can play, 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, it 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.

One particular day not long time ago, I was in a really great mood. I had made some wonderful tapas to myself and was sipping the wine. The phone rang and the client requested a role play. Now role play is not that unusual or scarce for escorts, but this isn’t particularly my cup of tea. I am not really that great at it, though at times I have really enjoyed the experience.

Role Play?


In this case, however, the idea was pretty kinky and perhaps that was the reason that I could not say a “no” to it. The idea was really hot and steamy and I was actually looking forward to this experience. The client wanted to be interviewed by me where I would be a sexy and glamorous boss wearing some kinky and sensuous outfit. The rest of the storyline was pretty conventional as following that the interviewer would start hitting on him.

Apparently the interviewee would get the job if he could prove himself a bomb on the bed and make me cum every-day. The idea was extremely sensual and I felt aroused at ones. I could not wait to get wet since he was a very handsome, young and generously shy man. This was a brilliant combination and I was waiting for things to get erotic really soon.

We met at my apartment and then the interview began in a really professional manner. I was all dressed in a formal white shirt and a formal pencil skirt underneath white lingerie, stockings, and suspenders, which perfectly reflected the beauty and sensuousness of my skin. The blazer I was wearing seemed to compliment really well and I had deliberately kept two of my shirt buttons open so that he could get a naughty glimpse of me sexy breasts. I could see his eyes feast on me and I couldn’t help but notice his brilliant figure which was masculine yet lean. I could just imagine how tasty he might have been.

We started off with a bottle of wine and let the alcohol take its turn. His eyes were incredibly appealing and his polite yet very shy gestures made him really sexy. But I was determinate to be bossy and professional, while I was asking him questions, why he wanted so bad working for me and why he wanted so bad to work for me I couldn’t help noticing the growth in his pants, and that ladies and gentleman always trigger something in me.

I couldn’t tell when we started kissing passionately as I could only feel our lips caressing each other and our tongues rolling in the wild illusion of lust. We got closer to each other and I could feel the alcohol taking over. There is something really amazing about sensuousness and alcohol since it essentially brings forth the illusion of love and lust together.


Role Play Game?


He had a majestic tough as I could feel his fingers all over me. Well, he seemed to be really fond of my breasts too as he was caressing them and stroking them gently. This made me really excited and I took him on the bed. I got all over him and our bodies didn’t even have an inch of space left between us for a fly to pass by.

In a matter of moments, we were naked and he was sucking on my breasts. I was excited as he entered me and I started kissing him madly. We were indulged in soft-core sex since he wanted to feel every bit of the moments passing by.

I was having the time of my life as well since the sensuousness in me was filled to the brim of the cup. He was a god on the bed and his manly fragrance lingered all over me. It was extremely arousing as I could feel him going all over me, sometimes slow, sometimes fast and sometimes at just the pace one would love. I was wet and craving for more. I could feel my existence on cloud nine.

My eyes were closed and my lips were locked to him. His eyes met mine and I could feel the lust growing in me with every moment.

He was an animal that knew how to go soft and fill the person on the other end with pleasure. This sexual encounter was hot, steamy, lustrous and extremely sensuous at the same time. It will remain etched to my memories forever.

Now you tell me isn’t great to be the boss from time to time?  

Until we meet again


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


I just started my day thinking that I should treat love 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.

From France With Love

Fortunately, my day just got a lot better.  🙂 An amazing Irish gentleman living now in France called me, said he had to go to Dublin and wanted to meet me very desperately. What can I say, I am a hard woman to not have around, considering that his last visit was a few weeks ago and was mind-blowing, and wasn’t his first time. I met him for the first time in May and since then he became a regular all the time he comes to this shores. The meeting was placed in my lunchtime break at my luxurious apartment near my workplace. He was interested as usual in my part-time entertaining skills. I was waiting dreadfully for that break. It excites me so much when he calls, I could feel myself getting turned on already. I arrive home, turn on some music and went to the shower, decide to use a black backless dress, along with a black belt that emphasizes my hourglass figure, and some simple black heels. I put it on without my bra and I loved how you could see my perky nipples showing through the dress, (did I told you already that I get soooooo excited when someone touches my nipples??). But back to the dress, you can’t wear a bra on a backless dress now, can you? Along with my dress, I also put on my lingerie stockings and suspenders, combed my hair, splashed on some perfume, and promptly spent around 10 minutes, setting up my place. Lighting candles and getting my favorite wine ready. I was so wet by this point that l was positively dripping.

Right on cue, there was a knock on the door, before quickly checking myself out in the mirror, I answered. I was greeted by his sculpted face and a cheeky glint in his eye. We entered and sat down on my sofa near the window. I offered him a unique red, French wine from my selection and he gladly accepted. We started drinking together and the sexual tension was apparent. I didn’t want to get things started just yet though, so we chat about what happened in our lives since our last time together while we were teasing each other with the eyes.

From France With Love

I sat close to him and he gently starts touching and kissing me, I was allowing it all being sure to expose all my best assets just enough to make him super horny. He is such a great kisser, he can light so many sparks with something as simple as a kiss. I tried to keep going with the conversation about trivialities but he simply kept going with kissing me softly. l was his completely. He gently undressed me, picked me up, and gently pushed me against the dining table. He pulled my damp panties down took me to the room and start Eating the living hell out of me. All I could do is scream, moan, and push his face harder and harder against my dripping pussy. I can honestly say this was the best cunnilingus ever. He spent so much time on my eager pussy, I came twice and at this point, I was desperate to have him inside me but there was something I needed to do first. I unzipped his pants and got to work on his cock with my mouth. Licking and sucking just the way I knew he liked it (naughty thoughts come again to my mind grrrr).

After some time, his breathing started to get heavy so I stopped, I didn’t want him to cum just yet. I grabbed a condom from my bedside table and put it on him. I then pushed his hard cock inside my wet pussy and I almost came, he is so long and thick. He was ramming it slowly and passionately, while also leaning in and playing with my sensitive nipples and kissing me. I can feel his cock inside me, rubbing against me, feel every single follicle of shaven hair, every vein, I can feel it pushing tightly against my vagina’s walls, I can feel it tense up and loosen down along with me. My moaning is muffled by his kissing. He grabs me and starts carrying me, lowering me down and lifting me on his cock while kissing me. I can feel my nipples rubbing against his chest hair. It drives me insane. I asked for doggy style, he knows it’s my favorite, he puts one hand behind my head and starts stroking my hair gently and the other grabbing my ass while fucking me hard, I came once again. l gently whisper in his ear to let me do some of the work. He spreads on the bed and offers me his hand. I take it and start riding his cock. I can feel my butt-cheeks smacking his thighs while I go up and down his cock. I lean on top of him and start kissing him while giving him the ride of his lifetime. He again puts his right hand behind my head and gently strokes my hair, while putting the left hand on my huge ass and gently caressing it. I couldn’t count how many times I came. All of a sudden he starts moaning and I know that he has come. We didn’t move for a few minutes. All we did was hug each other and kiss each other. He whispered in my ear that I should be careful and keep track of my break time. He softly kissed me and went to take a shower. I don’t know when I will see him again to another hot session like this, but I’m already counting the days.

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. 

Thank you, MN

Until we meet again


Sophya Moore