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Champagne Season



Back in town after a wonderful week away!

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Unwrapping my birthday gifts and feeling thankful to those who have sent a something – whether big or small – thought goes a long way, and I shall make sure you are very well thanked in person ;) Usually Birthdays are a very boring and depressing time for me – so thanks again for taking the time. Will be celebrating properly next week, but for now – here’s to being 28!



Army Cadet Fantasy

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Thought I would re-post one of my favourite fantasies… not for the faint hearted and probably best read when alone!

I hang the “VISITORS” pass around my neck and walk into the hall. I am dressed in jeans, heels and a cardigan and as I walk in, I nervously take in the other people in the room. There are about 20 of us in total. Approximately 15 men and 5 women, standing around trying not to make eye contact. We wait in silence, until finally the door swings open, and in marches a bald man, around 5ft10, clad in a camouflage print jacket and trousers, heavy boots on his feet and a cap pulled low on his head.
“CADETS!” he shouts, his voice echoing across the hall “SOME OF YOU ARE HERE BECAUSE YOU ARE EXCEPTIONAL. SOME OF YOU ARE HERE BECAUSE YOUR RICH HARVARD DADDIES GOT YOU HERE AND SOME OF YOU THINK YOU’RE HERE FOR A GOD DAMN FASHION SHOW” he barks, looking pointedly at me. I fumble self-consciously with my Ted Baker cardigan buttons, noticing that everyone else is already in full army gear.
“SIR-YES-SIR!” we reply in unison.
Only ten burpees in and I am already struggling. In heels and tight jeans I can barely make the movements and my ankles begin to burn as I try to make the 15th burpee.
Another Officer pokes his head around the door and Corporal McKinley walks to the door to speak to him. As soon as he is out of eye shot, I turn to the rest of the group, faking an over the top American accent and standing in McKinleys trademark wide legged stance “I am Corporal McLoser!” I sayin, in a mocking tone. The room erupts into laughter. “I am an Ammuurrrcaaan Eaaaagle-“ but this time, no laughter, as the other cadets shuffle awkwardly, looking at their feet. I suddenly feel McKinleys hot breath on the back of my neck, and spin round, horrified- “CADET BREE. YOU FANCY YOURSELF THE CLASS CLOWN DO YOU?” he screams at me, flecks of spit flying into my face “ARTHUR, TAKE THIS CLASS, I AM GOING TO TAKE BREE FOR A NICE INTENSE BURNOUT SESSION.” The other officer from the door runs in to take over. I follow McKinley silently out of the room, my feet aching from my heels and my jeans nearly torn at the knees. We walk across the grounds for what feels like ages, until finally we reach a large outbuilding, clad in silver and rusting corrugated iron, with a large double door on the front. He opens the door and silently, I walk in. The inside is a cold, nearly empty box, brightly lit with strip lighting.

“Cadet Bree.” He starts, inches from you face “You ever undermine me like that in front of other cadets and I swear on the almighty flag you can pack your bags and be on the first flight back to London by this evening. Understand?”
“Sir-yes-sir.” I say sulkily, glaring at McKinley.
“You are dressed inappropriately Cadet Bree. You want to act like an animal? Okay, I’ll treat you like an animal. Take all your clothes off. ALL OF THEM. Do it now.”
“Don’t play with me Cadet Bree-“
“Sir-yes-Sir” I reply, slowly unbuttoning my cardigan. I strip to my vest and my underwear- a plain white bra, French kickers and heels. I take my heels off and drop 5 inches, McKinley now towering over me. I remove my vest and bra, my nipples immediately hardening in the cool air, then my knickers.
“Put those on” McKinley nods at a pair of battered lace up army boots.
I walk to the far side of the room, put the boots on and lace them up.
“I want fifty star jumps cadet Bree.”
“But McKinley! I’m freezing! I’m naked! I can’t-“
“OK so you’re not made of the right stuff. That’s fine Bree. Get your things you can leave.”
“NO!” I gasp. I’ve been trying for three years solid to get on this course, giving up Is not an option.
“Then start jumping Cadet. Show me what you’re made of.”
I begin my star jumps self-consciously, my breasts jumping uncontrollably, my ass bouncing with every movement. Soon, I am drenched in sweat and panting for breath. McKinley sits on a nearby folding chair and watches.
“Turn around and do another 50 Cadet Bree.”
I turn around, my back facing him, starting another 50 star jumps, my bottom bouncing about and jiggling after every jump, exposing myself completely from behind with every star. Drenched in sweat, I complete my 50 and turn around. McKinley is still in the chair, and to my horror, camouflage trousers unzipped and stroking his cock.
“Oh my god! Officer McKiniiii-“
“Mmmm turn around and touch your toes 50 times Cadet Bree”
Silently I turn around and touch my toes.
On the 23rd rep, I feel McKinley approach me from behind, I feel him rubbing his cock between my legs from behind, one hand squeezing my bum. Sliding smoothly, grunting, his precum dripping between my thighs. I can’t help but start to get wet, as the tip of his cock teases my clit. 12 more reps to go… Just as I’m touching my toes for the 39th time, McKinley looses control, grabbing me tightly around the middle from behind and slowly sliding his cock inside me. I scream out loud, trying to struggle away. He puts his hand over mouth and begins fucking me roughly from behind like an animal. He picks me up with his cock still inside me and carries me to the table, bending me over it, and bouncing me on his cock in doggy. My juices run down my shaking legs, and he shoves four large fingers into my mouth. I suck on them, my eyes rolling back, trying not to scream, my muffled moans echoing off the bunker walls.
“You’re my bitch now Bree” he says, pulling my hair around so I’m looking him in the eye as he plunges deep into me “You’re going to swallow everything like the little slut you are.” He stops and I fall to my knees. He pulls my head up, shoves his cock into my panting mouth and cums down my throat. I choke and swallow, letting a little dribble down my chin. Tears in my eyes, and adrenaline coursing through my veins, I make a sudden and foolish attempt to get out of the building- dashing for the door, frantically turning the metal handle- but its locked! I sob in frustration still trying to open the door, McKinleys booming footsteps not far behind me.
He drags over another chair and sits down. Cock already hard and pulsing again.
“I want you to do 50 squats.” He says, reaching out and grabbing my ass with both hands “And I want you to do them over my lap.”
This really is fucking ridiculous, I think to myself. But I have little choice. With McKinley sat in the chair, I stand with one leg on either side of the chair and my bum facing him. I manage the first 10 or so squats with no problem. Half way through, my legs begin to shake under the pressure. I try to keep upright, but eventually my legs give way, and I collapse downwards onto McKinleys hard and throbbing cock. Too weak and horny to resist, I allow him play with me, both hands using my waist to bounce me on his cock, feeling embarrassed at how aroused I am, hot and sticky between the legs begging for more in my head. I don’t want to cum but I can’t help it. As I start cumming, I hear him whispering in my ear “You love this don’t you, Cadet Bree?”
“Sir-yes-Sir” I reply “Fuck me harder, I want it harder! Fuck me harder Officer McKinley!”
He lies me on the floor, grabs my army boots, and pins my legs right above my head. Holding them up there he begins teasing me in missionary, going so deep I flinch with a shock of pleasure every time.
“Choke me Office McKinley-!” I beg, tears of pleasure streaming down my face
“He begins choking me, and unable to hold on any longer I cum very hard on his cock, shaking and screaming and begging him to fuck me harder and cum on my face. McKinley keeps the slow and deep pace, taking his time, choking me and fucking me at the same time. Gasping for breath it feels so good that I feel another orgasm coming. This time, he lies right on top of me, one arm around my neck, drenching me in sweat as he takes me selfishly, holding me down, my naked body squirming with pleasure underneath him, my toes curled in my army boots.
“Ohh fuck you’re tight-” he moans, slowing down to cum inside me, pinching my nipples. After he’s finished, he stays there for a long while, still inside me, making sure I know who’s boss.

McKinley finally stands up, chest heaving.
“Clean me up Cadet Bree”
I kneel on my knees, licking the cum and sweat from his cock, lapping at his balls making sure I don’t miss a drop, gently sucking the tip of his cock, enjoying his taste in my mouth.
“Good. You can leave now”
I stumble to my dusty clothes and put them back on. McKinley unlocks the door and I make my way back to the rest of the group. In the distance I can hear one of my comrades ask “Gee, what d’ya think happened to Cadet Bree? That McKinley sure knows how to put you through your paces”

(to be continued…!!)
Now off to the gym to work off some of that pent up frustration… have had an amazing month with lots of travel and amazing dates, fantastic dinners and sexy moments… and lot’s more to come. See you soon yummies!

Bree xx


Thank you x


Brees Kitchen

A Small Selection of my Home Cooking

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My Love;

Head or Tails?


R&B Diva


Got my hair done yesterday ahead of my shoot (tomorrow). Hope you like! ❤


Waitrose ii (fiction)

The Saturday shop,
A rose tinted blouse
Heels and skinny jeans
A devil may care attitude.
Raising hell
Smelling of heaven
A bouncing belle
At the delicatessen

Buying things I don’t need
To the assistant about

“- Excuse me, 300 grams of that stilton please?”

The voice runs down my spine
And settles
Between my legs.

Covertly, I
Move my head a few degrees to the right and take you in
From the corner of my
Flirtatious eye.
A yummy.
39 ish
Blonde and in need of a haircut
Half curls perch on your
Freckled head
Your eyes are blue
A signet ring
Is on your right hand,
Nothing on your left
Interrupt the assistant
“Go for the West Country stilton instead.”

I turn to look you in the eye
As you look me squarely
And conspicuously
In the
Your neck turns red.
“I always get this one it’s very good”
You say, dismissively.
Why don’t you try something different? Something you’ve never had before. It’s cheese-”
I say cheekily, flashing you a grin
“- Not a hedge fund. No risk, no reward. Or… is your taste in cheese as boring as your taste in shirts?”
I flash you another giant grin
Pick up my prosciutto and
Strut away.
With a basket swinging
Silk clad arm.

You catch up with me near the bakery
Trying to look cool.
“I got the West Country-”
A pause,
“What’s wrong with my shirt?”

You are very cute.
In a kind of
Socially uncomfortable
Fundamentally miserable
English way.

I’d like to nibble you.

You stand
Between the
Muffins and the
Whilst I bend over in my jeans
Attempting to pick a pack of
Teacakes from the bottom shelf –
I simply
Can’t decide,
And my backside sways left and right as I
Deliberate between the
Own brand and the
I look back at you and flash a
Playful grin

Own brand it is.
(Not paying £3.49 for 6 tea cakes.)
I straighten myself up.

Checked, button down shirt
No tie
Diesel jeans-
Tapered cut, 34 waist 32 leg
R.M. Williams
Chelsea boots, in battered black suede
A half belly
The remnants of a rugby physique
Ginger hairs sprouting from your forearms like watercress
Trying to think of something clever to say.
Another pause,
Then, finally, your best effort-
“So. You like tea cakes, do you?”

I laugh out loud
Guess this counts as a chat up line
Round South Ken.

The human brain is a
Mysterious thing-
Soaking wet.

I survey your basket:
Sweet potatoes
Some sort of protein thingy
Tuna steaks
6 pack of Sol beers
Two limes
Smoked salmon


I imagine
Behind closed doors
You have a lovely leather corner couch and you fuck me on there
But accidentally cum in 3 minutes or so and I go to your fridge and
Get you
One of the beers and
You let me wear your shirt
(The one I secretly like but am pretending not to like)
It smells of you mixed with Yves Saint Laurent.
I allow myself a few final seconds
On the couch with you
Then snap back to reality.

“I beg your pardon?”
“My name is Bree.”
“Oh. I’m er. Ha. Er. Tony”

I can’t concentrate and keep
Ridiculous things like
Do you really like tuna steaks (yuck)
Why aren’t you married and
If you like having your balls licked
Before or after cumming.

A card drenched in sweat is pressed into my palm
“I have to go-”
You half run away.
I stand and watch your arse as you bolt to the self-checkout.
I look down and turn over the damp card
“Anthony Clarke, Senior Partner”
And the name of a firm I don’t know.

It’s all rather predictable.

Thoroughly soaked
Pay for my items
Desperately trying to avoid
Grey hair here
Pinstripes there
Brogues and a bald head by the rotisserie
A Patek pushing a trolley through the
Fruit and veg and
Almost walk
Head first into
5ft 10
14 stones
White shirt
With initials stitched on the front
A discrete gold watch
Small eyes and
Such an intoxicating
Presence of
Stress and
Testosterone I nearly
Fall to my knees
But accept
Wry smile and a wink

Oh Waitrose,
Leveller of all men.
Couldn’t be without you.


Latex, Leather, and Lightning Speed



Hi yummies!

I hope you are well? Have just emerged from a steaming hot bubble bath and enjoying a lovely lazy weekend, which has to be one of life’s most simple but perfect luxuries. Although summer is (obviously) the best season, I have to admit that there is something magical about this upcoming September-October season (other than my birthday on the 21st Oct – hint hint!) when you find yourself curled up in front of an open fire at a cosy bar or country house. The English countryside is something of an enigma to me – on one hand I am a very outdoorsy person, and like to see myself as a modern-day Annie Oakley, strolling through the woods in the delicious combination of Hunter wellies, thick knitwear, and Agent Provocateur, foraging for wild mushrooms, feasting on wild game, and so on, but in reality… I cant light a fire (my technique is essentially lots and lots of lighter fluid, and hoping the whole thing won’t blow up when I throw a match at it and run away), I can’t stand insects of any sort, and I’m terrible at shooting – the last time I went shooting, I hit about 2 our of 60 clays, and accidentally killed a pigeon (I don’t feel too apologetic about this as getting obliterated by a hot woman with a shot gun is probably the best possible way a pigeon could die). So although I’m hardly the consummate Girl Scout, I do really love the English countryside, and have even enjoyed some of our beautiful coastline over the summer. I also really like British heritage brands – like Barbour, Burberry, and Hunter, and recently found the most gorgeous DAKS coat in a local vintage shop (it’s pretty much an old lady/ Nigel Farage coat but l was recently gifted a beautiful pair of leather boots and they match perfectly!). As someone who loves fashion, I enjoy mixing up styles, and pairing vintage items with more modern pieces – I love quality things, whether they are old or new, trendy or timeless.

So anyway… life is a little hectic at the moment and I’m trying to juggle a lot of projects and things at once, so thanks for bearing with me! Chemistry is important to me, Have had some epic adventures – last week I had my first ever experience as passenger on a (very sexy) motorbike! This was such a fun but surprising feeling – I thought I would be terrified but I totally loved it! The lightness and speed gives bikes the same appeal that racing cars and helicopters and speed boats have – that feeling of danger and the excitement of being on such a seemingly fragile vehicle. I love bike culture also – not just the clothes, but also the ability to take to the road and at a moments notice. Just that one ride has really made me want a bike! For me, one of the most important things to preserve in life is a sense of freedom; not only being free sexually, but also having the freedom (when need be) to travel and escape the monotony of day to day life. I spent this morning shopping for a couple of new latex outfits at an amazing couture latex boutique. So many beautiful things to pick from! I love latex – I can’t say I have any particular fetish for it, I just love the way it looks and hugs the body. I opted for a bubblegum blue mini dress, and a longer pencil dress in a wine/burgundy colour. They are making the second dress to order, but you can see the first one after my shoot next weekend. Speaking of the shoot… aaah!! So by now you will know that I always approach these shoots with a mixture of total fear and apprehension. But this time there is an added tension in that I am changing my look the day before, so will not have time to rectify anything if the hairdresser messes up or I don’t like the new look, I’m stuck with it…. We shall see!

Yesterday I watched BlackkKlansman, and thought it was amazing! I like Spike Lee’s work anyway, but also really appreciated his ability to inject humour into an otherwise heavy and serious subject matter. The film is shot with a nod to the Blaxploitation films of the 70’s that I love, and I’m already trying to find the soundtrack! My golf is also coming along nicely and I appreciate the dates who have hit the driving range with me. Next week me and my Pro are going to do a full course, and although I have played a few before, this is my first time on the course since I started my lessons, so I’m very excited to see how I do and to establish my handicap (I would like it to be less than 10, but this is probably unrealistic). I also finished reading The Psychopath Test (an excellent read), and although I have started the next book on my reading list, have to admit I haven’t had the time over the last couple of weeks to enjoy reading as much as I would like, but I’m hoping that from September I will be having a change of pace. I haven’t even had much time for cooking (although I always find time in my week for a little wine and cheese 😊 I love strong cheeses – especially blue and smelly cheeses, and pretty much everything else other than goats cheese – the cheese for people who don’t really like cheese. What’s the point in goats cheese anyway? It more or less tastes like nothing, yet always occupies the space on a cheese board that some other more deserving cheese should be taking. Speaking of cheese, I did try the Alex James cheddar (because if there’s one thing the ex bass player from Blur needs, it’s my money to help fund his self indulgent cheese making venture) but I have to say, it is annoyingly an excellent cheese. Since this whole Brexit fiasco, I have found myself sub consciously buying more British produce, in some sort of feeble attempt to acclimatise my taste buds to the reality of the post-Brexit dinner table. Yummies on the continent! Rise up, Rise up! Please send me cheese, wine, olive oil and spices, before it’s too late and I’m forced to spend the rest of my days eating British “delicacies” like chip sandwiches, beans on toast, etc.

But anyway, if your New Years resolution was to have more fun and to start really enjoying life, here’s a quick reminder that it’s August! But it’s also never to late to start! Hoping for an eventful and exciting September. Often you can meet some one new and have a bigger ad more genuine sense of connection and intimacy than with some one you’ve known for decades. Here’s to a magical final quarter of the year! See you soon…

Big kisses and snuggles,

Bree x

PS:   *** I have now moved my wish list to Amazon 💗

Hate to see you go,

Love to watch you leave…



Good Afternoon! Would love to attend this event in a few weeks time – I went last year and really enjoyed it! If this sounds like something you would be interested in, please get in touch to discuss details and arrange our date. Kiss! Bree x