Tuesday, 16 July 2019

Hotel Whoredom

When I started my life as an escort I had to work out of hotel rooms initially - they offered a degree of safety without the expense and trouble of finding an apartment of my own.  Eventually, once I'd decided that I actually did love my 'new life' I moved away from the hotels and into my own place.   Having a permanent place to work from means I'm much more in control of my own work - there were lots of times that I'd book a hotel room for the day and find my gentlemen unable to fulfil their appointments - potentially leaving me out of pocket for the cost of the room.  Not only that, on busy days it was quite awkward asking reception for six extra towels when I was supposedly in the room by myself for just one night!

However, there was always something terribly sexy about working from a hotel room.  Perhaps it's the anonymity, the unknown surroundings, a new bed to be filled with new lovers...  Sometimes I miss those steamy days and hotter nights, and I rarely see hotel rooms now in a professional capacity as I don't offer outcalls...

..except on rare occasions.  And bizarrely, for the past two weekends, long-standing and lovely lovers have requested such a service, and for those gentlemen I will pack my bags with sexy playthings and outfits and slip into the delights of hotel whoredom once again.

Firstly, I headed north to the fabulous city of Glasgow.  Just three and a half hours after leaving Manchester I was unpacking my case, having a quick drink in the gorgeous bar of the four-star hotel, then heading back to the room to dress for some debauched afternoon delights - that meant a black latex catsuit and high heels.  Looking to have a bit of a tied-and-teased BDSM session, I tied some nylon stockings to the bed as improvised restraints and laid out a few whips. 

My gentleman turned up, and I had a fantastic two hours of playing and fucking - even though I realised after an hour of strenuous sex-play that latex catsuits aren't great for such energetic sessions.  I was drenched in sweat, my lover was drenched in sweat, the bed was drenched in sweat - I'd even dripped sweat over the carpet and onto the walls... Dexi-drips were indeed pretty much everywhere.  I had to call time and have a half-time shower before resuming the sucking and fucking.

More than a few orgasms later, my lustful lover left and I cleaned up again before heading to a bar for some energy-replenishing food and drinks.  The evening meal was as lovely as the rest of the visit, and just after finishing my phone rang.  It was a dear friend who is very much into the BDSM scene.  We were chatting away and I found out he was heading over to New York for a debauched night of his own - a dinner with a few Mistresses where he would be one of the serving slaves.  There would be plenty of BDSM play, including some watersports.  That could pose a problem, it seemed, as he had to drive upstate early the next morning for a business appointment.  We were chatting away about the potential dangers of Mistresses drinking lots of strong cocktails and wine, then pissing into the open mouths of the slaves.  "It's a tricky one, " I said, raising my voice as the line was bad, "you might have to be careful how much piss you can drink.  Is it worth checking on Google - not sure what you'd put in, though... maybe see how much alcohol is in pee, and you may have to tell the ladies that if you're drinking their piss then there may be limit a to how much you can drink.  Unless you get the piss-drinking bit done early in the evening.  It would certainly be an awkward one to explain to the police if you got stopped...I mean, what could you say?  'Sorry, officer, I've only been drinking piss recently...!'"

It was one of those moments when, during a conversation, your eyes drift around the immediate area - and I saw the table next to me, with two older couples all sat staring at me.  Four open mouths, eight wide-open eyes...   If one of the old chaps was wearing a monocle it would have fallen out, in classic Terry Thomas comedy style.

Luckily, that old British reserve kicked in and they quickly resumed their dinner, albeit with a few glances my way.  I finished my telephone call and sat pondering on the strange life I lead, before heading back to my hotel room for a well-earned sleep.  The next day I took a slight detour on the way home via Loch Leven to visit the Bumblebee Sanctuary at the RSPB Reserve and see some little (and some not so little) fuzzy balls of fun...

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - resident at the Bumblebee Sanctuary, Loch Leven.
...before heading home.  At which point I suddenly remembered those nylon stockings that I tied to the bed and completely forgotten to remove before leaving the room.  "Oh well," I thought, "they've probably seen worse..."

Which brings me to this last weekend.  This time I was heading in the opposite direction from Glasgow - all the way to Farnborough, Hampshire, for another afternoon tryst.  After an early start I got to the hotel at lunchtime.  Now, I've seen a few hotels in my time, and although I'm not the best-travelled lady in the world I've had the pleasure of staying in some remarkable establishments - the Hotel Palazzo Barbagio in Venice for one, but the hotel in Farnborough was astonishing in its own way.  Art Deco styled and furnished (my favourite era), stunningly decorated with mementos of old film stars and old aviation-themed photos and ornaments.  The bedroom was equally as fabulous, and I think I may have squealed in delight when I saw the expensive REN toiletries lined up in the bathroom.  "Oooh," I thought, picking them up and putting them in my case like a million other tourists in hotel room around the world, "I'll have those."

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - bedroom, art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - reception area, art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - bar, art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - bar, art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - stairwell, art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
The rear of the hotel overlooked Farnborough airfield, busy with private jets landing or taking off every ten minutes or so.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - airport view, art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Come Fly With Me... art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
This time I chose vintage lingerie, nylon stockings, sheer gloves and high heels for my afternoon fun - a good choice, as the waiter at Rules in London would say, it "suits the room".

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
As this was going to be a rather more straight-forward session I made sure to pack a large dildo and vibrator - I knew my visitor had a passion for watching me pleasuring myself whilst he enjoys a glass of wine... before joining me on the bed.

A gentle tap on the door, and two hours later of fucking, sucking, licking, some light spanking, lots of exhibitionism and voyeurism and it was time for my amorous aviator to depart.  I cleaned up, washing my vibrator and large dildo and leaving them to dry.  I dressed and headed off for the bar and restaurant, deciding to enjoy the hotel facilities whilst I was there.

After a few cocktails, lots of chatting to the fantastic and attentive staff, and a lovely meal I headed back to the hotel room.  I knew immediately something wasn't right when I opened the door to the bedroom.  The tea and coffee was replenished.  The bed covers artfully turned down... those same bed covers that had my spunk-stained stockings, girdle, and gloves strewn across them... as well as an Agent Provocateur riding crop laid close by.

Oh dear.  I walked warily to the bathroom.  The toiletries had been replenished, too... carefully, professionally lined up... directly behind the dildo that I'd stuck to the wall to dry after washing it.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
Hmmm... I felt slightly more embarrassed than I did about the nylon stockings tied to the bed in Glasgow - particularly as I still had to have breakfast the following morning.  I could almost see it now... "Hungry this morning, madam? Need something to fill you up?  How about a full English breakfast... or perhaps just a very big cock instead with a vibrator on the side?"

Breakfast passed without a hitch or any mention of cock, of course - the hotel staff were far too professional for such comments, but I wouldn't be surprised if a photo or two is circulating on social media as I type.

Like my visit to Glasgow, I made a bit of a detour on the way home - this time via the stunning gardens at RHS Wisley.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - RHS Wisley.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - RHS Wisley.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - RHS Wisley.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - RHS Wisley.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - RHS Wisley.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - RHS Wisley.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - RHS Wisley.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - resident robin, RHS Wisley.
I spent a fair few hours wandering the idyllic gardens before the crowds arrived en masse just after lunch, and decided it was time to head back north.

 I travelled back with thoughts of beautiful flowers, but it was the hotel that I was most enamoured with - certainly a place I'd love to return to.  Only perhaps next time I'd be aware of those attentive staff that turn the beds down...

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