Sex in Hertfordshire has never been so good

I trembled as I waited alone on a street corner for Terence. It was cold, dark and wet but it wasn’t the inclement weather that had sent a shiver down my spine, it was the thought of my assignation with the stranger. I had met other guys as blind dates of course but in those cases I had been confident that the men didn’t know that I wasn’t the Hertfordshire escort for hire, the sexy Hertfordshire girl Jodie. No, I was the mousey, timid Debbie who worked as a nurse but who had taken on my friend’s Hertfordshire escort persona as a way of injecting some much needed thrills and spills into her life. And life had been good, my enjoyment of sex had never been so complete as it was now that I was the liberated cheap Hertfordshire escort with a hidden dark side.

Jodie’s personal website was a treasure trove of taboo sex. She was very much in to dominant, strong men and with her petite and nubile body she was ripe for the sexual games she longed to play. To be Jodie, the best escort in Hertfordshire was one thing, if a leap of faith it was only a short one as I was a hot Hertfordshire girl myself, it was just the adventurous spirit and confidence that I had been lacking. But to be Jodie, sexual temptress and all giving lover, the perfect silk stockinged geisha concubine, was another. And Terence surely wanted the latter.

Hi text had hinted at a ‘friend’ though I guessed the friend wasn’t human but mechanical. The text had also hinted that Terence had already had the pleasure of Jodie, possibly more than once. He would know right away that I was not her so I would have to say that I was a friend of hers and that she was ‘tied up’ right now, though perhaps with Terence that might not be the right phrase to use...

I had decided to stand on a street corner, in the shadows and watch as Terence arrived. I wanted to see him and make some sort of judgement about the man. At that moment I heard a crunch of leather on gravel but before I could turn around I found two strong hands around me, one clamped around my waist and the other across my mouth. I felt hot breath on my neck and then the man spoke:

“Hello, from the way that you are dressed in your lovely silk stockings and the fact that you keep staring at the entrance to the Strand I think you’re waiting for Terence, but you’re not Jodie... So, who are you?”