I am Jodie - best escort in Hertfordshire

I had agreed to a meeting with a mystery man, known only as Terence but who had evidently enjoyed Hertfordshire escort Jodie’s company on several occasions. But not in her capacity as one of the best escorts in Hertfordshire, no, they had met privately in her guise as a lover of domination and bondage. I had taken on Jodie’s persona whilst she was abroad but had found myself inhabiting not only her public world as a cheap Hertfordshire escort but also her dark, private world of taboo sex and erotic encounters...

As I spoke I found myself being pulled back further into the shadows and I allowed myself to get into character, explaining that I was there in Jodie’s place but that he should not be disappointed as I was into all of the same things as she...

I felt a tingling across my body as he gripped me even tighter and then began to lick my neck and ears, a stiffness evident in his trousers as he pulled me close. I was caught up in the eroticism of the moment and felt myself turn into liquid as he took command sexually, sating his desires as his fingers explored my tense, wound up torso, my sex desperate for pleasurable acts. I gave myself freely, obeying his commands and responding to his every touch, revelling in the hedonistic, lusty acts. He was skilled with women and with his use of restraint as an aid to satisfaction, being particularly adept at prolonging the moment of release so that when it came it was like the earth literally moving, acute double internal orgasms rocking my body with their intensity.

We hurriedly rearranged our clothes and as I pulled on my silk stockings Terence said we should go and he led me across the street and into the warm interior of the luxury hotel. The reception area was abuzz with people, a line forming for check in even though as many as five receptionists worked feverishly so as not to keep their VIP guests waiting. We waltzed straight past the throng and into a lift, Terence instructing the concierge to press ‘P’...for ‘penthouse’ I presumed and I felt an attack of butterflies wash across me, a fluttering in my stomach and a keen sense of anticipation of the sexual delights to follow.

I was no longer playacting at being the best escort in Hertfordshire. I was Jodie, confident, alluring, nubile and giving. I was the attentive and submissive lover, Terence’s hot Hertfordshire girl, his perfect woman. I felt a sense of empowerment; I was making choices unfettered by the restrictions of a puritanical society. I was a strong and sensual woman... Terence would take pleasure from my body and I would take pleasure from his enjoyment of my sublime sexuality...