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External Link/Members OnlyAfter previous positive reviews and the fact that she seemed to be constantly busy, I was expecting something special with Daisy. Instead I walked away wishing I'd stayed at home.
Comms were fine and the first negative moment came when I got to the location in a well-heeled area of Fulham. Before I could even call her, she sent me an apologetic text asking if I could I wait another half an hour. Sigh. Yes I could. I'd already been in a local cafe for 20 mins so I found a park bench and read some Literotica porn on my phone. Quite a pleasant half hour, actually
She was ready at the later time and after climbing the stairs of her posh mansion block the first disappointment was when I saw her face. Previous reviews have mentioned her pumped-up lips as an artificial porn star thing. I don't believe that's the case. She has big lips because her facial features are strongly African. Not saying she's not attractive if that's what turns you on. But her looks didn't do much for me. So why did I stay? Because her very slender body, hips and legs are exactly what I do like. And she was very welcoming and friendly. If we'd hit it off a bit better in the sack I might still have been satisfied. Another negative is that her room was a tip with a slightly sour smell in the air.
I accepted her offer of a shower (the bathroom, by way of a contrast, was spotless) and things got under way. It's difficult to say exactly what was wrong but I suspect I was just too old for her to enjoy getting intimate with me. She did exactly what I wanted and you couldn't pin-point anything too terrible about the kissing (very light FK), fondling, OWO (wet and sloppy), 69 (slight tanginess to her pussy but I got used to it), then cowgirl to completion. Yet I got the clear impression that she was not into it at all. During 69 with working girls my tongue and fingers usually provoke some sighs of pleasure and sometimes a full-blown climax. Daisy did not react.
I'd been saving up spunk for nearly a week in anticipation of a big climax but when it came there was no "bite" of pleasure to it. I looked at the very full condom afterwards and thought "what a waste". My first thought at this point (about 25 mins into the hour) was to call it a day, but I thought I may as well get her to give me a back massage. She used some oil but then kept rubbing the same two spots on my shoulders for so long she made them sore until I got her to stop. Her mind was elsewhere, obviously.
Still I didn't give up. I got her to give me more oral and managed to get semi-erect. She was happy for me to straddle her body while I tried to wank over her tits but I got nowhere. With a more relaxed girl this can be a funny and sexy moment. Not with Daisy. For the first time in my punting career I began to feel like a seedy old man. That's what I would be seen as, of course, in the eyes of the world. But the talent of a good whore is to chase that feeling away. I got dressed and left with only 45 mins gone, but I didn't want to hang around.
I wavered between a neutral and a negative on this because I realise that another client, someone much younger than me perhaps, might have a great time with Daisy. But I didn't. I'd expected to walk away with wobbly legs and a satisified feeling. Instead I felt like an idiot who'd spent £140 on making himself feel like shit.
