I’ve always wanted to dabble in erotica of my memories as a sensual pegging escort in London. Well, I recently enjoyed an incredible night of passion with a new date. An avid reader of my blog, it’s he who suggested I write about it. And reader – it was such a pleasurable experience – I agree, I simply have to share it. Let’s imagine it was you that night …

We meet at The Racketeer, a sophisticated bar in Central London. The dim lights and beuatiful decor are settling your nerves. You’ve been thinking about this, feeling it in the pit of you for as long as you know. And yet, until now, its been something you’ve mostly pushed aside. Just as you think you might change your mind out of anxiety, you spot me.

I’m wearing a figure-hugging dress that emphasises my curvy waist, juicy thighs, and voluptuous F cup bust. I walk towards your confidently, and I’m looking straight in your eyes. There’s a beat – and I smile. You drink in my calming, gentle energy, and your anxiety instantly melts away. Hi, I say, as I take a seat. How are you?

We down old fashioned after old fashioned, time flowing. My legs are crossed, showing off that slip of thigh between stocking and dress – and my foot is just touching yours. Each trace of my soft hand calms you as we talk about our shared interests. Each glimpse of my cleavage sends a thrill into your stomach. As you talk, you’re surprised to feel that I’m genuinely listening – and matching your stories with my own. This is the erotic, intimate, and nurturing experience you always wanted, and didn’t know how to find.

You feel your nerves settle, and transform into something you haven’t felt in a long time – excitement. It’s the excitement of knowing that you’re going to get something you want. Because in my elegant handbag is the toy that you’ve been waiting to experience for so long – and I’m the woman who’s going to use it. So, you look into my smiling eyes, and a silent agreement passes between us. It’s time.

When we get back to our hotel suite, its nightfall. Perfect for a little jazz, I say. I put on a favourite record, and then turn to face you. Your heart is beating, but you feel calm too. I take my hand, and trace it up your cheek. The warmth of my voluptuous curves envelops you as I caress your chin and lean in for a kiss. Your lips meet mine, so soft, wet and plump. As our kiss grows, I take your hand and lead you to the bed. We tumble in together. I get on top of you – and you like it.

With a glint in my eye, I start to undress you, unwrap you. I trace my hand on your neck. I bite your ear, so gently. When your breathing quickens, I bite it a little harder. I might press a little harder on your neck, if I can see that you like that. With my other hand, I’m sensually tracing my fingers across your chest. And now, my legs are in between yours. I turn you over. My heaving F cups are pressed against you. My tracing fingers turn to gently scratching fingers. But just as the scratching gets a little harder, I kiss you too, all down your back.

Time has slowed down. We’re both completely present. I know to be gentle and yet firm. I’m attentive and yet I’m completely in charge. Under my sensitive, powerfully feminine touch, you feel yourself start to melt. You feel yourself getting giddy, entering a space where its just pure desire, no words.

That feeling that’s always tugged at your pit now tugs at all of you. Your shame is gone; your need is finally free. You feel it washing over you. Your desire to be seduced. Your desire to be the one taken. Your desire to feel me inside of you. You’re ready. And you find that I’m ready, too. The tip of my strap, a lithe, elegant thing, caresses you. I look you deep in your eyes. Inhale, I say. You inhale. Exhale, I say. You exhale … and I slide in.

Wish you could be under this sensual pegging escort in London,? You know where to contact me …

Cleo x