External Link/Members OnlyToday I woke up with a serious hard on. Almost 24 hours without sex and I was desperately trying to hold on until a pre-arranged booking with a girl this coming Thursday. But it was not to be and I thought straight away of Stacey Summer as she just came back to London. ‘Not available until Thursday’. Drat. Then I remembered reading a review of Lola Bell yesterday.
Called but there was no answer (predictably), so sent a brief SMS. Lola replied 9 minutes later to say she would be free in just over an hours’ time. I then asked her precisely where she is located and she again replied quickly with her post code – Courtfield Gardens, SW5. Brilliant, yet another girl just a few minutes’ walk away.
Lola’s incall is possibly the strangest I have EVER encountered over the years. You enter into a building that is populated with offices off the main corridor and have to slyly make your way through the labyrinthine basement passages to find Lola’s lair.
It’s the perfect incall location to escape from London. Her studio apartment could be on Mars. It’s -silent- down there. Very small, but perfectly functional with an en-suite shower room. The only distractions are Lola’s mesmerising eyes and the sound of her soothing voice as she rubs you from top to bottom, side to side and then turns you over for the main event.
The Good:The friendly comms, the beautiful smile, the perfect teeth and the hands. Those magic hands. This, gentleman, was a truly erotic experience with a very, very capable young woman.
Lola herself is a delight. She knows what to say and when to say it. More importantly, she knows when to remain silent and let her sparkling eyes do the talking. Those eyes beg you to explode from the moment she touches you.
Lola also has another skill that sets her apart from many other working girls – she knows instinctively when you are about to explode and stops encouraging you. She slows down accordingly. She does not rush you. She wants to keep you on edge, writhing in pleasure until -she- thinks you deserve to be taken over the precipice. She did this several times and I felt myself involuntarily responding as she tickled, tossed, turned and tightened.
The end result was a climax of mind-numbing intensity. I thought I going to pass out as I spurted juice all over the place. It lasted a good 10-15 seconds and left me absolutely drained and smiling like a fucking retard.
The Bad: N/AThe Ugly: N/AFinal wordsThere was a girl who used to offer this service in docklands a good many years ago. Her name was Pamper Pandora. She had the best natural tits on planet earth and could play with a cock for 2 hours before insisting that her tits get glazed. She was the best. She was also a smoking hot British Indian. But, like Lola, you couldn’t fuck her. At least not for money. In my honest opinion Lola is not as beautiful as Pandora was. But Lola’s massage was better – and her fluent spoken English meant she was also a delight to talk to.
If Lola were a footballer she would be Lionel Messi. Her ball control is superlative. She knows how to make sure your bollocks are full to bursting point before letting you release your load all over her gentle, petite hands. – 9.5/10
I know that Lola used to be a full service provider from reading her reviews, but that now she offers only a massage + happy ending. For £60.00. Taking this modest figure into account along with the central location, Lola’s remarkable personality and enthusiasm and the quality of her service provision, she is a very firm recommendation and is not to be missed – 9.5/10
Overall score -
9.5/10
