If some of you guys and girls have been reading my tweets, I’ve recently booked some vacation time away from the office to visit good old England again, and I couldn’t resist visiting the country’s thriving capital once more.
Being an escort, I was used to getting some odd requests, but one day, one of my regular clients asked me to try something I had never dared to before. We had just finished a session on a Friday night and I was in the shower, scrubbing off the sweat of our long night of sex, when he came in and asked me something, pretty boldly.
Sitting in The London Carriage Works, one of the best restaurants in Liverpool, I was spending my afternoon growing more and more upset. I had come in here for a pick me up, my very own champagne afternoon tea which usually never failed to make me feel good inside, but this time it wasn’t working.
I was sitting in one of the most exclusive cocktail bar and casino in Manchester, Manchester 235, sipping frosty Margaritas with my girlfriend Scarlett when I spotted him, he was leaning against the wall outside, draining the last of a cigarette. His dark hair was lying against his dark skin, covering an inch of his forehead and his hazel eyes carried a cheeky glint in them. I almost choked on my cocktail as I saw him wandering into the bar, hands pushed into his pocket, eyes scanning the room.