12th May 2012
I had a really great time last night. I went out on the town with a bunch of girlfriends and boy did we live it up! Dancing on tables, lining up the shots, flirting outrageously, nothing was off limits as we lived the high life, letting our hair down like there was no tomorrow. There was a very good reason for all of the antics mind as one of my friends is getting married soon and this was her hen night.
You can picture the scene, a dozen very sexy visiting escorts all dressed to the nines and living up to our naughty girl reputations. I was under strict instructions from the bride to be not to let her go over the top but after my third sambucca I wasn’t fit to cross the road by myself never mind take care of another human being. To my eternal shame I have to confess that I ended up in a hot clinch with a handsome hunk and apparently the busty escort I was supposed to be chaperoning ended up in a sex fest of her own with a couple of rugby players. Still, if you can’t have one last fling on your hen night when can you? Once she’s tied the knot it’s only a matter of time before it all goes stale in the bedroom isn’t it? Well, at least that’s my experience of marriage having seen a number of friends go down this route only to regret it later.
I suppose if I’m really honest I would have to say that I was pleased that Vicky had enjoyed one last leg over, I was secretly annoyed that she was leaving Hertfordshire visiting escort services to settle down. The visiting escort had been my best friend for as long as I could remember and I was already feeling a sense of loss. I know that’s illogical but I just had this nagging doubt about the whole affair and that, allied to my natural suspicion as to the state of matrimony hadn’t exactly put m ein the right mood for a night out...
At least nobody had videoed her sexy interlude because that would have let the proverbial cat out of the bag and as far as I knew there was only Vicky, me and two Hitchin escorts who knew about the indiscretion. We were all discrete girls and loved Vicky to bits so the blonde escort’s secret was safe enough with us. And anyway, I had been having far too good a time in a carnal clinch of my own to give much thought to the matter, either at the time or with hindsight. When it comes down to a choice between babysitting and hot sex in Hertfordshire I know what I will choose every time!