I’ve always wanted to dabble in erotica of my memories as a sensual pegging escort in London. Well, I recently enjoyed an incredible night of pegging and passion with a new date. An avid reader of my blog, its he who suggested I write about it. And reader – it was such a pleasurable experience – I agree, I simply have to share it. Let’s imagine it was you that night …

We meet at The Racketeer, a discreetly sophisticated, beautifully designed bar. You’re a little nervous. You’ve been thinking about this, feeling it in the pit of you for as long as you know. And yet, until now, its been something you’ve mostly pushed aside.

Just as you think you might change your mind out of anxiety, you spot me. I walk towards you, dressed in a tight black dress, high heels, and red lipstick. We lock eyes. We smile. You drink in my large, exotic, lash-framed eyes and hourglass figure – and your anxiety instantly melts away. Hi, I say, as I take a seat. How are you?

We down old fashioned after old fashioned, time flowing. Throughout, my hand is on yours, brushing you gently. Each trace of my soft, tanned hand calms you, but also sends a jolt of excitement down your spine. Our date is giving you the space to unfurl, access that need in the pit of you. Because in my elegant handbag is the toy that you’ve been waiting to experience for so long – and this is the woman who’s going to use it. So, you look into my smiling eyes, and a silent agreement passes between us. Its time.

When we get back to our hotel suite, its nightfall. Perfect for a little jazz, I say. I put on a favourite record, and then turn to face you. Your heart is beating, but you feel calm too. I take my hand, and trace it up your cheek. My voluptuous warmth envelops you as I caress your chin and lean in for a kiss. Your lips meet mine, so soft, wet and plump. As our kiss grows, I take your hand and lead you to the bed. We tumble in together. I get on top of you – and you like it.

With a glint in my eye, I start to undress you, unwrap you. I trace my hand on your neck. I bite your ear, so gently. When your breathing quickens, I bite it a little harder. I might press a little harder on your neck, if I can see that you like that. With my other hand, I’m tracing my fingers across your chest. And now, my legs are in between yours. I turn you over. My caramel curves are pressed against you. My tracing fingers turn to gently scratching fingers. But just as the scratching gets a little harder, I kiss you too, all down your back.

Time has slowed down. We’re both completely present. As an experienced sensual pegging escort in London, I know to be gentle and yet firm. I’m attentive and yet I’m completely in charge. Under my sensitive, powerfully feminine touch, you feel yourself start to melt. You feel yourself getting giddy, entering a space where its just pure desire, no words.

That feeling that’s always tugged at your pit now tugs at all of you. Your shame is gone; your need is finally free. You feel it washing over you. Your desire to be seduced. Your desire to be the one taken. Your desire to feel me inside of you.

You’re ready. And you find that I’m ready, too. The tip of my strap, a lithe, elegant thing, caresses you. I look you deep in your eyes. Inhale, I say. You inhale. Exhale, I say. You exhale … and I slide in.

Need more? You know where to contact this independent curvy escort in London …

Tulsi x