External Link/Members OnlyAfter 521recorded punts (at least another 20 or so unrecorded) it is exactly a year since my last one (with Nicoletta), such a gap I couldn’t have conceived of when I was punting regularly, but lack of libido and general interest, together with the costs involved and the risks that it will be crap, have all served to make avoiding punting both necessary but also quite bearable.
However I finally managed to gather the wherewithal necessary for four nights in London. What used to be a regular trip to the capital for me was not only my first for a year, but also my first for some time I had travelled on my own, the last three being accompanied by three friends. Although they are aware of my punting their own lack of interest (no moral reservations, they just believe it to be a waste of money) meant that it wasn’t as easy for me to get away for a punt if I wanted one than if I was on my own. I only managed my last one as I came down for the first night alone before they joined me the next day.
Having seen Nicoletta and Amy in Paddington maybe eighty times between them I felt it was time for a change. I’d always balanced them with new ones, but this time I wouldn’t have them to fall back on should I suffer a bad punt: Nicoletta being away (and possibly finally gone permanently), whilst Amy has raised her fee to £250, the only change on her website since before I first saw her in 2005, so it’s goodbye from me. I texted Nicoletta just on the off chance, but as I fully expected, no reply. I did have a booking at the London Retreat on my first night with Lauren whom I had seen once before. The usual efficient professional LR experience £100 for 30 minutes. The London Retreat isn’t for everybody so I will move on to Caroline, technically then my second punt for a year and my 523 recorded.
I’d actually gone back briefly to my old style of picking a punt pre UKP, that is browsing the agency profiles and selecting ones I liked the look of. However past experience has told me that isn’t only time consuming but it’s not the way to secure a good punt. You might drop lucky, but equally the smiling gorgeous creature in the photos would in the flesh be a miserable bastard who not only looked ten times worse than those photos but wanted money for old rope. I can’t believe for years I didn’t know about photoshopping and thought there really were thousands of beautiful girls in the capital all ready and waiting for me for a couple of hundred quid or less. As I say the reality is a million miles from that, and the feedback on their own sites isn’t worth a candle, so the only way is really to seek UKP advice, and one of our members kindly gave me plenty. (Nicoletta actually also initially came via a personal recommendation). Caroline was top of the list he gave me so I followed the advice and I am glad I did and many thanks to him.
I wouldn’t say she was exactly like her photos and as she admitted seems to have put on weight, but nor was she a million miles away as some are, and within the first couple of minutes my punting radar, which although out of use is still unerringly accurate, told me this was one of the really great girls. A genuine smile and a proper kiss - not an ostentatious turning of the cheek as a greeting (one of the many indicators that suggest it is going to be a bad one) - are often the prelude to a great one, and so it was. Caroline was happy, chatty and insatiable. Her English wasn’t the best I have come across, but that didn’t prevent her from being great fun - I think I laughed with her as much as I have with any prossy.
Now there were only a couple of negatives and both to do with me. Firstly it transpired she didn’t seem to care for any arse action. When I tried to rim her she pulled away and when I inadvertently put a finger near her arse she yelped saying her bum was virgin or ‘vigin’ as she pronounced it. I told her I will never get hard enough again for anal so she needn’t worry on that score. The reason I’d caught her arsehole however was only because she’d already grabbed my hand and insist I thrust several fingers into her pussy. Now despite all the punts I have had I have never gone in for fingering in a big way, have done it, but not very much because many girls don’t care for it and it’s just not something I usually think about. I would sooner lick them. This therefore was the deepest most extensive fingering I have ever done, She might not have encouraged me to rim her but when I licked her pussy she went absolutely crazy. She screamed ‘I love you!’ and then after she came apologised for getting too excited. It actually turns me on immensely to see a girl enjoying herself like that and I told her so. ‘One more,’ she said as she bade me give her another orgasm. When she calmed down after screaming the place down for the second time, she asked me if I was married. When I told her no, she said, ‘I am here.’ Again this was a first for me - a proposition from a prossy!
She said she was a nymphomaniac and in this respect she reminded me of Karina an equally insatiable Russian I saw in 2007 immediately before my first meeting with Nicoletta.
Now I expect some readers may be wondering what was in this for me. Well she had already sucked me before I returned the compliment. Then after her second orgasm she must have spent the next twenty minutes gobbling on my cock in what appeared to be an increasingly vain attempt to get me to cum. Despite taking Viagra I can no longer get hard enough for sex. I hadn’t had sex on the previous punt at the London Retreat, nor for the first time ever with her did I have intercourse with Nicoletta last year. No penetration now in several punts and even on the occasions I have in recent times I can’t remember the last time I actually ejaculated through intercourse. I expect many men have to pull out, whip the condom off and cum some other way. I know I have for many years and I get so little feeling when wrapped in rubber. I think Caroline recognised there wasn’t going to be any shagging as she didn’t even produce a condom.
This is therefore yet another reason I have stopped punting. Here I was with an attractive full on girl gagging and I couldn’t get it up. Fortunately I can derive great pleasure from giving the woman pleasure and the best way I can get off these days is in 69 (the way I had cum at the LR). We did try this, in several frantic positions (if such a thing is possible!), but still nothing was happening. Anyway just as I was coming to the end of what had been a great but frustrating punt, entirely because of my own inadequacies, and nothing to do with Caroline who worked like a Trojan throughout, I finally ejaculated. Long gone are the days of two pops in an hour. At this rate I will need two hours for 1! Kelly, a nympho I saw about three times in a Manchester parlour, once made me cum twice in just 45 minutes around 2005. Caroline also reminded me of her in that both girls spent some of the time frantically frigging themselves as even my superb oral skills were apparently not enough.
The other thing was I’d asked for watersports which Caroline was perfectly ready to deliver as she told me on entry. The action had been such I’d semi forgotten about it and wasn’t that bothered. After I’d ejaculated she rushed to the bathroom and invited me to join her, however just after I’ve cum w/s has about as much appeal for me as it does for someone who doesn’t like it in the first place, so I forwent that service.
As I was dressing she continued to be happy and chatty and then suddenly told me to hurry up as she had another client coming, which I suppose was fair enough but a bit irritating. She then looked at her phone and saw that the appointment had been put back an hour, so she immediately relaxed again and allowed me to take my time.
Would I return? Well unlike some punters who never see the same girl more than once no matter what I’ve always believed in sticking with the good uns , and if I was twenty years younger (or the Viagra worked), twenty times richer and lived in London without a doubt, but it could easily be a year again before my next punt.
However despite the frustrations of my own lack of performance, it was a truly memorable punt. Caroline was not only one of my great girls, but the first one ever to propose to me!
