I used to date this extremely hot dream girl who worked for a London escorts service at Charlotte London Escorts before I got married. We did spent a lot of time together, and she was one of the sexiest woman I had ever encountered. I haven’t seen my wife in fifteen years since we were married. That’s not to say I’m not thinking about her. She was my very own special wicked girlfriend, and I didn’t mind at all that she was employed by a London escort agency when she wasn’t my girlfriend.

 

She has been showing up in my dreams and thoughts lately as a female from an escort agency. Some nights, I even feel as though I can smell her in my dreams since they are so real. She used to use an extremely expensive body lotion, much like other London escorts, and on certain nights, I swear I can still smell it in our bedrooms. It appears to drift through the bedroom right as I close my eyes, and almost instantly my dreams begin. It feels a bit like I’m having an affair with my wife in my dreams.

 

I had a dream last night that she was in my bed. I used to frequently stay the night at her apartment when we were dating. She used to become horny when she got home from her London escorts pretty late. She had a habit of getting under the covers when I was sleeping and inserting my dick in her mouth while she massaged my package. Her blond hair would eventually show through her cover, and she enjoyed massaging my dick in between her tits till I came. It would be an understatement of the century to say that this blonde London escorts beauty was horny.

 

It didn’t take me long to figure out that she was bisexual, as many London escorts were. She would occasionally take a friend home with her. They would jump onto my bed and begin teasing each other. I used to fuck them both at once when they were so wet and soaking. I used to ride her friend pretty hard while I sucked her nipples.

 

I really miss my two seductive companions from London escorts, but those were the good old days. While I enjoy spending time with my wife, it is not the same as spending time with my two lustful pals. I’m afraid my wife will discover what I’m dreaming of when I dream of them. She claims I’ve started tossing and turning in bed, and she believes this is because of dreams. My dreams don’t quite qualify as nightmares. If you get what I mean, it feels a little bit like my history is coming back to haunt me.