Cleo in a New Light

So, the big day, or rather evening, arrived and the usually self-assured man-about-town that is me, was looking forward to the certainty of spending the night with Cleo with a certain amount of apprehension.

I’d remembered Cleo’s favourite dining haunts and that the current London craze for Peruvian meets Sushi is one of her fave options.

The day had dragged by, I kept checking my watch and time simply wasn’t going fast enough. One interminable meeting after another, when all I could think of was Cleo’s willowy figure and re-reading several times the email with her detailed sexual picklist.

We’d arranged to meet at the restaurant in Soho at 8. I arrived a little before, shortly afterwards by the ever-punctual Cleo, who looked stunning in a LBD…

“I was really worried I might be late, my waxing appointment took ages”, is just such a great opener, I was hooked.

As last week, the convo was easy and flirtatious, though I noticed that the subject of the parents and the increasingly tricky divorce, had a notable effect on her.

Apparently her father, who is now in his 60’s, had taken up with a much younger woman and over the last two years she had increasingly made it difficult for Cleo to see him.

She had been close to him it seemed and talking about ‘Daddy’ made her slightly moist eyed.

I decided to change the subject, as it was obviously a tricky one and so decided to plunge into the world of acting… My mother had been a useful actor in her younger years, before she met my broker father and ‘retired’. So, as a family, we still have quite a few friends in the business.

Then, I noticed Cleo visibly change, she wanted to know where we were staying, a chic boutique hotel in Soho as it happened and how she’d understood what I liked, in my reply to her picklist…

Now, I have generally found that virtually every Sugarbabe I’ve dated before has been more than a little submissive and so it would seem was Cleo, which I hadn’t quite expected.

The transformation was total, she moved round to the bench seat next to me, turned to look at me and discretely pulled my hand towards her thigh.

“Do you mind if I call you Daddy?”

At this point she moved my hand up her dress and pressed it against her pussy, she was totally waxed clean and wet, very wet.

At this point she had my total attention.

“I have done exactly what Daddy asked, I want Daddy to see that I’m a good girl”

I was floored. The slight, willowy beauty that I’d met 10 days ago had transformed into a seriously sexy being.

I immediately turned to a passing waiter and barked, “the bill please”….

Within 10 minutes we were walking out of the lift and across the hall to our achingly chic room, it was Soho, after all 😉

Her Little Black Dress was discarded in one swift move and there, totally naked, except for her heels, stood Cleo.

“Is Daddy going to punish me?”

“Yes daddy is” I said, “to ensure that you remember you are Daddy’s girl”

Fortunately having had just 2 small glasses of wine, copious fizzy water and a reviving espresso, I was virtually sober and knew exactly what I wanted to do.

In one move I turned Cleo round, pulled her arms back and tied them with my tie, before pushing her onto the bed.

“Stick your arse in the air, Daddy is cross with you”

She pulled her knees forward along the bed and her beautiful bottom thrust upwards.

With a careful aim, the flat of my palm impacted her arse with a thud, she squealed.

“Say ‘thank you Daddy’ “, I said sternly.

She obeyed and I carried on spanking her.

After 10 spanks, I was hard and unzipped my trousers, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head on to my cock, she took me in her mouth eagerly and within a few minutes I was coming.

I let her head down and moved round to her arse to check her pussy, she was soaking. I began playing with her hard and fast, my fingers slipping in and out, trying to expand within her sex.

In what seemed like no time, she began to come, grunting out a deep gutteral moan .

Then she turned to look at me, her face the picture of a totally sex-crazed, slightly scary, animal.

It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.










A Ritual of Modern Sex? – Getting the Menu in Advance…

OK, here I am trying to get some work done in my, thankfully, air-conditioned office, as London gently steams, when my Sugarphone pings.

It’s Cleo.

Now, you will recall from earlier posts, that Cleo is my current Sugarbabe and we’re on for Thursday this week, when I say ‘On’, I mean bed ‘On’.

After my gallant behaviour on our first date, Cleo has made me aware, with no ambiguity, that she is expecting us to fuck.

Which, of course, suits me very fine, thank you very much.

So I read down the text and it’s fairly hot. A list of likes and dislikes, all on the edgy side of vanilla, veering into the wonderful world of kink.

Then, at the end, ‘I really want us to fuck as naturally as possible, so are you happy if we swap STI certificates?’

Errrr….you bet!

My last one is 6 months old, so I’m going to trot along to my favourite, discrete private health clinic in the City and 24 hrs later an email comes, telling you you’re in the clear (hopefully!).

Made me think though, I’m going to bed with Cleo, already having a clear idea of what she likes and what she doesn’t, not only that, but the awful condom fumbly moment will not raise its ugly head – this ordering your sex in advance could well catch on…