External Link/Members OnlyO fuck I'm in love again. One advantage to having EAS for at least 4 girls is that I don't have the time or energy or money to stick with one. Austin Powers like, I can spread the love around, baby.
So, Kavita. There's been some chat about her on UKP as to whether she's for real. She is TOTALLY for real.
We met for pre-session drinks in the bar of a well-known central London budget hotel. They really need to get Stella on tap. I was drinking weak-as-piss Fosters and Kavita diet coke. Bit nervous, but been here before.
Kavita is a slight, beautiful Indian girl. Her beauty, however, isn't obvious. It's partly to do with her eyes. I've not watched too many Bollywood films, but I seem to remember something along the lines of “O Miss Jones with your glasses off and hair down you're really quite...oh my goodness, Miss Jones ! You're beautiful!” In her “real” life Kavita is a student and the fact that we'd never met before, the not inconsiderable age difference... There was some slight apprehension. Then she slipped off her coat, revealing her tight short dress and hold ups and she flashed me those eyes.
Fuck.
(Later on it became a joke between us: I have an English degree, but virtually all I could say for the first hour of our session was “fuck...fuck...FUCK...fuck...!”)
We talk in the bar but I notice her dress is rising up a little and showing – she's flagrantly showing me – long lean perfectly formed thighs. And something else. Could it be...
We decide to move to somewhere more private. I love public sex so in the corridor we start kissing and fondling and yes, it's true. No knickers. (Kavita: “Well what would be the point of wearing knickers when they'd be coming off very soon?”) And a very wet pussy. It seemed wrong not to pull her dress up around her tiny waist and kiss her perfectly-formed arse in the hotel corridor. Well, you're only 56 once. (AND I was able to stand up afterwards without Kavita's assistance. I was THAT turned on.)
The main event, then.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that when a gentleman is faced with a perfectly-formed arse he will rim it. Then move to the pussy and lick that. A girl who loves sex as much as Kavita does will take all of your cock down her throat, even while you push her head down on you. She will appreciate your fingering of the aforementioned rimmed arse and pussy while doing so.
As more clothes come off you will appreciate how in every aspect Kavita is blessed. She has medium sized, real, beautiful breasts whose nipples harden enthusiastically when sucked. Her legs are slim and shapely, her whole body is perfectly formed and proportioned. Her pictures – which aren't great, to be fair – are entirely accurate. She needs better pics. I want to take them.
Kavita and I fucked in three positions. Missionary, cowgirl and doggy. She said she wasn't great at cowgirl but I beg to differ. She was a total sexy minx: she loved putting her fingers in my mouth as we fucked (I of course was happy to reciprocate) and she'd grab me to snog the life out of me while we rutted, her eyes – I know it's a cliché but wtf – alive with lust/ laughter/ rude delight.
First time I came in her mouth, over her breasts and face. A Trafalgar Square fountain. (No, really)
Then here's the odd thing: although I'd come, Kavita's eyes, her basic whole-body sexiness (she moves like a dancer – supple, freed, light - very erotic) meant that I stayed hard and remained so for the whole session. (This MIGHT explain why on the train home I was so light-headed) I didn't come again though: old age I guess. Kavita tried everything – filthy talk, twerking her FANTASTIC arse over my cock while I wanked over it, d p-ing herself with her fingers with filthy abandon – you know, the works – but I think the honest truth is that I'm basically a one-pop guy in these my twilight years.
Favourite bit was in the last half hour when I realised I wanted to fuck her again and we went at it missionary. It went on for a pretty long time and we inched our way towards the end of the bed and finally some way over it: me cradling her head as it increasingly projected over the end of the bed, kissing her face, lips, neck and (O fuck me how beautiful) shoulders. In the end we'd fucked our way to the point where the whole of Kavita's upper half was over the side of the bed and she had to throw her arms back to properly support herself. Time to break off for a bit and start again.
Kavita's pussy is SO warm and tight. (Apparently she's often been told that.) I wondered if maybe she used Vick Vapour Rub as lube, but apparently not. (I guess if this is your thing you could always ask her.)
Kavita joined me for a drink – which she brought this time – in the bar afterwards. As we were getting out of the lift I asked her a bit nervously whether it looked like we'd just spent the last 2 hours fucking and she said it was VERY clear that that was EXACTLY what we'd been doing from my dishevelled hair and flushed face but – well – fuck it. I liked that. Kavita is one sassy girl. And so we drank for a nice long time talking about what we'd just done, the crazy world of escorting and what it all means. She is fantastic company, and we naughtily touched and kissed every so often while drinking and chatting. I think we both enjoyed rattling the cage a little.
So you know: if you're after a clockwatcher, Kavita ain't your girl.
I couldn't fault the session. She's up there with the best in my view. D (really D) FK throughout, perfect GFE with a peppering of PSE too. Escorting is a part of her sexual journey (I know that sounds like bollocks but I believe it's nothing less than the truth). She only sees one person a day and is only able to do outcalls at the moment, though is reviewing this.
I have only two reservations. Kavita went all dewy-eyed at the memory of Biggus Dickus' dick pic and her politics are diametrically opposed to mine. My cock is my cock and there's fuck all I can do about it, but before the General Election in May I hope to set her right politically. I mean left, of course.
