Champagne and Caviar

I’ve never been any good at chatting up girls unlike my best mate Martin. He has always been a bit of a lad and has never had a problem just walking up to a complete stranger and asking them out. His forwardness isn’t necessarily wrapped up in any charm. He regards most of the girls he meets at our boozer as just a local fuck who is probably after the same thing as he is if they were honest about it. He has got the neck of a giraffe when it comes to getting in on a conversation with some unsuspecting ladies. I think I might ask him for a few lessons although I might just add a little bit of decorum that he seems to be missing! I’ve only ever seen him fail once before but it didn’t bother him, he just moved on to the next table and started chatting up some other girls.

I’ve been sitting at home all day, bored out of my mind. I don’t know what to do, and usually when I don’t know what to do my mind begins to wander. That always leads to trouble. Naughty trouble. I was sitting there, thinking about things I want to do to my boyfriend. Things that just couldn’t wait until he got home. Just then, my cell phone began to vibrate in my purse. I looked at the caller ID: my boyfriend. I slowly smiled and answered the phone.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day” I whispered in a sultry voice over the receiver.

“I have to, baby” he said.

“You should come home right now.”

“I wish I could, but I have a load of work I have to finish off.”

“Well,” I said, “if you can’t get off of work, I think I can help you get a load off right now…how about a little phone sex fun?”

I still cannot believe that I am traveling to London next week. The thought seems so surreal and I don’t think it will really hit me until I am standing in the city itself. I am traveling alone but figured if I get to lonely on my trip, I can just call the London escort agency for a date or something. Right now I don’t really think I will find myself getting bored at all. There is so much to do in London that it is completely overwhelming to me. I still do not know what I am going to do first! It is a toss up between lunch at a five-star restaurant or going to visit the Eiffel Tower. Either way, I will experience them both at one point or another, so the order shouldn’t really matter. But me being the way I am, the order does matter so I need to hurry up and get my plans set straight.

Our yearly business confrence is being held in London next month and I am more than excited to endure in a little site seeing. Last year my boss gave us an extra night to do as we please after the conference, and I believe this year he is doing the same. Needless to say, I have already gotten that free evening planned out. I figured I’d stray from the group and get a hold of the London escort agency for a little date. I’ve heard only good things so far about the company and I am more than willing to give them a try. I haven’t quite figured out everything we will do, but I know there will definetly have to be a fancy dinner involved. I really enjoy the setting of London and the way wine and dinner go so perfectly together after a long, insane day.