Erotic Memoirs of a Middlesex Escort

Sexy escort pines for a pin up

5th April 2012

A friend of mine recently had a tattoo. It was a Japanese blossom tree with two colourful birds and it adorns the left side of her stomach. I think it looks beautiful and ever so sexy and I am quite tempted to get something myself though I’m not sure what and my friend isn’t exactly encouraging me to go ahead when she described the experience as like having someone scratch your skin with a red hot needle, the pain intense and especially so when an area has to be ‘filled in’ and so the needle is drawn time and again across the same spot. The busty escort told me that the rib cage is apparently the worst place though under your arms is also supposed to be a nightmare. If the Middlesex escort had kept all of that detail to herself and it’s too much information as far as I am concerned I would no doubt have been the illustrated woman by now. As it is I am a tattoo virgin, and that’s certainly not something of which you could accuse sexy Middlesex girl Sally.

The hot Middlesex girl had at least seven separate tattoos on her body though I could only guess at the number as many seemed to blend in to others and of course whilst I was gazing at her delicious naked body there were other things that I was concentrating on. But the colours and the boldness of her designs were striking. I loved the full red roses with the delicate and deep grey and black shading accentuating the vivid rouge of the petals and the glorious green of the leaves. Her pin up tattoos were even better, two of movie history’s most sexy women transformed into nineteen forties girls of the type seen on those enormous American bombers.

Sally was lying on the bed, her upper half supported by various pillows and her right leg drawn up towards her middle. She had a large red bow tied around her centre and the brightest red lipstick I had ever seen graced her pouting lips. Her eyes conveyed desire and I had a sudden urge to take the sexy girl, make her mine and enjoy my fill of her nubile frame. She was delectable and she knew it, her pose studied, every element of the scene a work of art, as though she were a wannabe burlesque performer and I was her guinea pig, a hot visiting escort from Middlesex escorts as good as anyone on which to try out her sexual power.

Sally pursed her lips and made a kissing sound whilst gesturing to me that I should approach. As I bent nearer to the girl, ready to taste her mouth she whispered to me that she wanted to be kissed all over, and her mouth would be the last destination for my lips...