Sexual obsession of the hot Hertfordshire girl

What a night! I just couldn’t imagine going back to the realm of ordinary dating, the tedious time hanging around in pubs and clubs hoping that you would pull some hottie or other. The will they or won’t they want to take me home and make passionate love to me uncertainty. The nervous moments before your date makes a move and then the disappointment when a lover leaves you frustrated and begging for more... My new approach to my private life, as a liberated libertine with a penchant for fantasy sex was so much more fulfilling, so much more erotic and ultimately so much more satisfying.

My sexy escort companion wasn’t quite so sold on the whole concept as I was and I actually found that quite reassuring. It was good to know that I was somehow special and I just loved my chameleon like ability to meet every man’s fantasies and desires. If a man wanted me to be submissive then that is what I would be. If he wanted me to be a temptress and a wild animal in the bedroom then that is what I would be also. My personal life was now a hotbed of horny sex and I was having the time of my life as I threw myself wholeheartedly into the world of temptation and sexual fantasies.

It had been some time since I had popped into Hertfordshire visiting escort services to discuss a possible position as an outcall escort of distinction. I was certainly sophisticated and sexy enough to be a blonde escort and I am sure that I would have been much in demand with clients but with my new life as an after dark adventuress, a woman with only one three letter word on her mind I just hadn’t had the time to go along to Welwyn Garden City escorts to fill in the essential paperwork. Sexy escort Tricia was encouraging me to take the plunge telling me that I would be a perfect busty escort and that I would have the time of my life dating the clients of the escort agency but I was having so much fun and I still had my voluntary severance from the hospital so financially I was secure, at least for the present and I really relished the freedom that a work free life brought. But I had to be careful I knew as my life had become dominated by my growing obsession with my after hours carnal encounters. I spent all day waiting for the phone to ring or an email to come through... I suppose I may have a mild form of sex addiction but then if you are going to be addicted to something it may as well be hot sex don’t you agree?