Hot Hertfordshire girl is a sexual chameleon...

It can be exhausting leading a double life and take it from me that living as three separate individuals is a bridge too far! I had handed it in my resignation at the hospital but I still had two months before the notice period ended and we were going through a very busy period, the only consolation being that a new Senior Consultant had been drafted in to oversee a revamp of our critical care procedures and he was something else, almost like a television actor in some emergency room type soap opera. Despite being in his fifties I found him magnetic and the sparks certainly flew when we first met, the naughty man making all sort of sexy allusions to playing doctors and nurses. Despite the wedding ring on his left hand I found myself attracted to him from the off and he was hardly being shy when it came to making his interest in me known, the flirtatious surgeon getting up close and personal whenever he could – and boy did I give him encouragement. But more of that later...

The second part of my life that I had to juggle, at least until I had finished with my career in nursing, was my fun and sexy efforts with Hertfordshire escorts, the very best escort agency in the county in my opinion and I know my regular clients share those feelings. I had only been using the agency for a month or so and I had been introduced to it by a busty escort called Jodie, a real lifelong friend and one of the sexiest girls in Hertfordshire. I had so envied her life with her constant rounds of dates with interesting people and she had even taught me the secrets of her special sensual massages.

But now I had added further complications to my life by adopting Jodie’s other passion, her secret pursuit of exotic sexual pleasure. Her talent had been for domination, the dominatrix an Amazonian beauty with the personality and allure to match. She had a dedicated website and her phone number was passed around an exclusive group of wealthy businessmen who shared an interest in anonymous hot sex and were too busy globetrotting to be able to sustain steady relationships.

When Jodie had been away I had adopted the persona of the sexy escort after answering her mobile my mistake. The man’s voice had been compelling, charming and strong and I had quickly agreed to meet him at a five star hotel in Hertford. This was the first of a number of assignations I enjoyed and I found myself drawn more and more to an exploration of my sexuality and my fair share of sexual pleasure. What separated me from Jodie was that I was a sexual chameleon, and my kicks came from transforming myself into whatever my date desired, be that submissive and sweet or sexually voracious and insatiable. I would attire appropriately and thankfully had Jodie’s over-spilling wardrobe of fetish wear to add extra spice to any occasion... Tonight I would be a roman slave and I couldn’t wait...