Recently I was working in Reston and the company wanted me to have a posh hotel. Instead, I was austere and said I would be happy with a cheaper motel type, after all, I would only be sleeping there a few hours. It was agreed, with some ribbing from colleagues, and I ended up at a motel on the edge of town, butted against several car parks and buildings, with two storeys. And a six lane highway nearby. I would be there for one night only. I had posted on a few sites before travel but had no replies by the time I checked in. Walking from reception to my room there were several stairc… Read more

I agreed to meet an admirer at 1am on the Lewes Road, in Brighton. We had chatted, discussed what I should wear, where I would stand - like a street walker- and where they would pick me up. A few minutes before 1am, I quietly closed the door to my flat. The street was cold and silent, every sound seemed louder than normal. Overhead the sky was clear and I shivered, a little cold and a lot of anticipation. Slipping the house keys into the pocket of my cropped, red leather biker jacket, I ran a gloved hand across the white, satin blouse, its bow at the neck and tiny buttons, to where my GG… Read more

I like long drives, across counties. I leave, dressed as I like and i just follow roads and traffic from the south coast to the west. Recently I was on the A35 heading to north Cornwall, dressed slutty, I usually travel all the way to Okehampton to be used as a truck stop slut at the overnight parking. It's a fantastic place and every cumwhoreslut should go there, just to walk into the toilets and be met on the way out. To prepare I always have a thick butt plug rammed in hard, my corset tight-laced as I can manage and my high heels in the passenger foot well, ready to slip on when I… Read more