Fantasy world of the sexy Hertfordshire girls

Tricia and I made our way to our date with Clive. One of the really exciting things about my new ‘hobby’ was that it was surrounded in mystery. Who was the deep and gravel voiced guy who had called me, thinking that I was someone else, the hot Hertfordshire girl called Jodie with her penchant for exotic sex. But then he had never met the sexy siren and instead was relying on the recommendation of someone else that had enjoyed carnal knowledge of the girl. It was tantalising to think that it may have been one of the three guys I had already enjoyed hot dates with under the pretence that I was Jodie who had suggested an evening in my company was something special. But ultimately I knew that the evening was a construct of Clive’s imagination and he had probably run through the possible course of events in his mind many times, hoping to live out his ultimate fantasy. This was sexy of course but it was also fraught with booby traps. If someone has a perfect scenario in mind what happens when that scenario is not fulfilled?

As a visiting escort at Hertfordshire Visiting escort services the clients know who they are booking, the photographs are all genuine and recent and one can read facts about the girls such as their age and so on. In combination the facts and the photos give some assurance to a new and prospective customer that what you see is what you get and with so many gorgeous busty escorts to choose from a guy is certain to be able to find a sexy escort who matched his preference and taste in women. In my private life as the anonymous dominatrix or submissive, role playing wench or insatiable sex bomb there is no such guarantee and so it was up to me to be able to read a situation,, to interpret any signals that a client gives off and to try to go that extra mile and satisfy all of his desires. With Tricia by my side I was confident that we could live up to any man’s fantasy but the proof was in the proverbial pudding and who knows what will happen when you deal with realities?

One thing we knew about Clive was that he enjoyed sexual role play but he hadn’t been too specific about the situations and what turned him on most. A sexy Santa, a hot nurse, a visiting escort, a French maid, a leather clad dominatrix, a sweet and innocent girl next door, a traditional Austrian beauty with pigtails and cleavage? Just what were we going to wear and what if our choice didn’t tally with his expectations? It was no good, we would have to ask.