Kinky La Rue

all rolled into one.

Yesterday I had two bookings early in the day. A 9.30am and a 12.30pm. My 9.30 called at exactly 9.30 to tell me he was still at his hotel in the Embankment and that he’d be running late. No problem I says. Give me a call when you can to let me know what’s going on.

So I promptly went and had a nap. After all, I was up at 6am, not something I’m quite used to on a Saturday morning. It was a bit weird napping in my stockings and suspenders with my arse peeking out from under the duvet. I must’ve looked a picture.

My 9.30 client finally turned up at around 10.20 and due to him running late he, alas, couldn’t stay the whole hour now, so I offered the gent a 45min booking for £120, which he was happy to accept. To say we got down to it quick and started thrashing about was a bit of an understatement, but I wanted to make sure the gent got as much as we could squeeze in. We did calm down for a bit and I took my time, especially when it came to my *ahem* fellatial skills. And I can safely say the gentleman thought it was well worth the running around he had to endure to get to the flat.

What a lovely gent he turned out to be. Goodness knows when I’ll see him again as he was visiting from overseas, but he was good fun.

The second booking at 12.30 was a lot less frenetic and involved a lot of erm, wobbling. Again, a lovely gentleman (I am lucky that I seem to attract the decent sort) who just wanted to….well…..shake my bits. My boobs, my arse, my thighs, everything. A lot of jiggling and a lot of wobbling was had in this particular booking. It was obvious he loves the larger female form and this was his way of showing his appreciation. I didn’t mind a bit. It did also help that he had lovely soft hands.

I felt like I was still wobbling like a bowl of jelly on the way home. A good and fun day.

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