Borderline Neutral from me here, but will go with the Positive as it was probably me, not her.
Recently saw Jess in a flat off Cowgate. Comms were good starting with a couple of emails via AW, then text messages on the day. She brought the appointment forward which was convenient for me, and gave good directions to the venue. Had more trouble finding the exact flat though, and ended up going past some guy sitting on the stairs higher up the block who looked shifty, almost the look of pimp/dealer/boyfriend killing time while his girl sucks dick for dime bags.
This feeling was compounded when I eventually found the flat and saw Jess, who was almost too skinny - even for me, and I like them thin - and I couldn’t help but associate the whole thing with a druggy setup. I’m not kidding myself that there aren’t one or two WG’s who do it to fund a habit, but I think I psychologically bollocksed myself when the thought entered my head. Apologies to the girl if I’m doing her a disservice, but like I said, it was probably just me
Anyway, another reason for the positive is that she had taken on my outfit request and “fished” out (
) a fishnet bodystocking and looked good in it, flat chest but decent nips poking through the garment. Tall-ish and certainly skinny, but this extended to her face which I found too skinny, with small features - small mouth and not great teeth, both of which made the DFK we entered into after she had stashed the £80 for 30 mins mediocre. I didn’t fancy her that much.
Another reason for the borderline neutral was I asked if she had any toys as I like to watch a girl diddling herself with one; she said yes, but then came up empty after rummaging around in her bag for a minute.
She was friendly enough, and quite submissive which I liked, giving OWO bordering on DT. Gave her a bit of RO and she was clean and fresh enough, but, following that, I started to lose wood during the ceremonial opening of the rubber. Managed a bit of cowgirl before I lost wood completely, and it was all downhill from there for me. Asked her to play with herself for a bit, which she obliged with, lying back and fingering herself, writhing and groaning, and I tried again with a fresh Mac, but lost my mojo again trying to open the damn thing, which seemed like a shitty brand in a cheap wrapper, and seemed a bit desiccated compared to your usual Durex. Another lacklustre couple of pumps from me in mish, holding her lightly round the throat (which she seemed to like), hoping a bit of mild dom might reverse my dick’s unexpected non-compliance, but, by then, I’d mindfucked myself, and knew it was time to hand my Man-Card in and chalk it up as a loss. Disregarding the fact that she probably couldn’t give a shit as she hadn’t been made to work particularly hard for her £80, and not wanting her know that I didn’t really fancy her that much, I did the British thing and apologised for my poor performance, to which she replied I’d give her a complex, so maybe even hookers want to feel fancied. Or maybe not.
If you fancied her more than I did, and didn’t let irrational thoughts put you off like I did, you would probably have a good time with a willing and friendly girl. Maybe on another day I’d feel it more, but not this day.
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