It was Sweet Wednesday night, and the streets of Kings Cross were buzzing. There was an energy in the air, a feeling of something exciting on the horizon, and the street was crowded with people looking for a good time.
The bars and clubs were full to bursting, people spilling out onto the pavement as they laughed and drank and flirted. There was a definite feeling of anticipation, and everyone was looking forward to what the night would bring.
I had heard stories about the infamous Sweet Wednesday nights in Kings Cross. Stories of debauchery and debasement, wild parties and wilder sex. It was something I had always wanted to experience, but never quite had the nerve to go for it. Until today.
Tonight, I was determined to do something daring. Something wild. I was going to find a hot escort and give myself over to a night of pure passion and pleasure.
I made my way through the crowds, looking for a likely candidate. I saw a few girls hanging around the doorways, throwing smoldering looks my way. But none of them seemed quite right. Until I saw her.
She was leaning against a wall, one hand on her hip and a wicked smile on her perfectly made up lips. Her tight black dress clung to her body like a second skin, and her long blonde hair cascaded down her back in cascades of golden curls. She was the girl of my dreams, and I knew I had to have her.
I walked over to her and introduced myself, and she looked me up and down in a way that made my heart race. I asked her if she was free for the night, and she said yes with a sly smile. I asked her if she wanted to go to my place, and she nodded her head in agreement.
We made our way back to my place, and as soon as we stepped inside she began to strip off her clothes. I watched as the dress fell to the floor and her body was revealed in all its glory. She had the most perfect curves and her skin was a deep golden brown. She looked like a goddess.
She pushed me onto the bed and straddled me, kissing me passionately as she moved her hips against mine. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, and it made me even more aroused. I slid my hands around her, cupping her pert breasts in my hands as I kissed and licked her nipples. She arched her back in pleasure and her breathing became faster and more erratic.
Then she moved lower, her mouth hot and eager on my skin as she kissed and licked and teased me all over my body. I could barely contain myself, my arousal mounting with every touch of her soft lips.
Finally, she made her way down to my erection and took it in her mouth. Her lips and tongue worked their magic, licking and sucking and teasing me until I was on the brink of orgasm. I begged her to let me come and after a few more expert strokes of her tongue, I exploded with pleasure.
Once I had caught my breath, I flipped us over so I was on top. I moved my hands all over her body, exploring every nook and cranny as I teased her with my tongue. She moaned and writhed beneath me as I kissed and licked her from head to toe.
Then, I positioned myself and pushed into her. She let out a deep, guttural moan as I filled her and began a slow, steady rhythm. She arched her back and her legs wrapped around me, her body moving of its own accord as she shuddered with pleasure.
I increased the tempo, and my thrusts became faster and harder. She let out a primal scream as I slammed into her, the pleasure too much for her to take. We moved together until we both hit our peaks, and then I collapsed on top of her, our bodies spent and sated.
Sweet Wednesday had lived up to its reputation. We had spent the night exploring each other’s bodies and fulfilling our wildest fantasies. As we lay there, intertwined in a post-coital embrace, I vowed to return to Kings Cross on Sweet Wednesday again and again.
