Solo Session For a Young Escort

The beautiful young agency escort Leslie settled onto the cushioned stool before the ornate mirror, her reflection bathed in the soft glow of the room’s dimmed lights. Her soft, bare skin, bathed and oiled, glistened with the subtle remnants of moisture. Her fingers traced the contours of her body, following her delicate curves.

As she gazed at herself, her eyes moved over her form with a quiet reverence. She absorbed every detail. What the mirror reflected was the culmination of her self-care routine, from the tendrils of her damp, midnight-black hair that framed her face to the sculpted definition of her collarbone. A triumphant grin gradually crept onto her lips.

Her daily self-care ritual was almost complete. From the soothing warmth of the bath to the rubbing of her skin with scented oil, which had left her skin silky, she had taken care of herself. These were her secrets of self-love and that what made her on of the hottest & well sought after young escorts in London.

People had always admired her. Eyes always followed her when she walked the streets of London. Would they understand if she told them the secret to her beauty was a lot of self-pleasure? 

Right now, she would take matters into her own hands. This was the last step in her self-care ritual—self-pleasure.

She began slowly, teasing her hands down the length of her body. She caressed her soft, creamy white breasts, and her nipples hardened under her light touch. Her breath sharpened as she moved her hands lower over her stomach, down across her hips and thighs. She pulled her knees up and spread her legs wide across her cushion.

Slowly, she teased a finger across her sex. She was wet. Very wet. Her body quivered as her arousal grew. She closed her eyes, her fingers dancing over her delicate skin. She ran her hands over the tops of her gleaming thighs, drawing small circles of pleasure across her body. She pinched her nipples, which were already hard with desire. She slipped a finger inside of her. A gasp escaped her lips.

It was always the same. She lost control at the slight penetration into her cunt. Thoughts vanished from her mind. She was here now, existing in a time and space of her own. She moved her finger slowly, sliding it in and out of her sex.

Waves of pleasure surged through her body, and an intense fire began burning under her skin. Only she knew what she needed. No one but herself could touch her in the way she needed. They could only try, and she admired their efforts. There was the occasional stud that showed her a good time and the occasional beauty with a skilled tongue. But none came close to this.

She grinned as she slipped another finger into her cunt. She caressed her walls slowly, throwing her head back and spreading her legs further. She returned her gaze to the mirror, licking her lips. What a sight. She inserted two fingers into her mouth, stroking them with her tongue. Perfection. Two fingers were in between her lips and two in her pussy. Both were slick and wet.

A chill ran through her spine as she increased her pace. Her hips rocked gently as she was desperate to feel the overflow of pleasure building up. She closed her eyes and bit down on her lip as she touched her thumb to her skin. An electrical current ran through her. She gasped, unable to help herself. The intensity was already too great. She slid her long legs down across the cushion, reveling in the softness.

A moan escaped her lips, followed by another. Then another.

The moans grew in volume as her body began to respond to the pulsating rhythm of her strokes. Her other hand moved back across her body, grabbing at the soft flesh of her skin. She pulled sharply on her nipple, her head rolling back as the delightful waves of pleasure began to wash over her again and again.

Behind her closed eyes, she traveled through a galaxy of bright stars. Waves of delight overtook her, expanding and increasing in intensity as her finger movements increased in speed. Her hands pinched, teased, and stimulated every ounce of her body until her entire being was on fire.

She grew hotter to her touch. There was an intensity now—a deep, urgent need to release the ball of energy that had built up inside her. Her body thrashed lightly on the couch, her legs twisting back and forth. Her clit was throbbing and vibrating against her fingers, with her juices flowing between her legs. Her orgasm was about to burst through her skin.

Then she saw it. In front of her shone a brilliant star. It eluded her, dancing just out of reach. In an instant, every thought in her head vanished. She cried out as her body rocked back and forth. She was floating, falling, and flying, unsure where she was or where she would land. It was intense. She kept going. She couldn’t stop. Not at that moment.

And then the star was within her astonished grasp. Sparks sizzled down her spine to ignite a shattering burst of sensation that shot to her core. She cried out over and over as wave after wave of pure joy shot through her. Her body went taut.

Finally, her muscles relaxed. She had reached her climax. She came back to earth.

She opened her eyes, her breaths coming in sharp bursts. The room was quiet. She stood, stretched her body, and strode to bed. She pulled the covers around her. With a content smile on her face, she slowly drifted off to the blissful world of sleep.