What a business this is, up and down more often than a stripper’s knickers, right now I hate myself and am wondering why I bother.
I’ve got to have this rant and this is one of the only places I can with anonymity, not looking for sympathy so don’t flame me, just want to share, surely its not just me, is it?
Last week was a very good punting week with a meet with a notorious independent and an outstanding duo on Friday, both reviewed on here, I felt great but, as always wanted more.
This is in the general section because its about feelings not reviews, right now my feeling is that I hate myself and my obsessive need for punting as often as time and opportunity allow, my cock feels disinterested and my brain is screaming, stop you silly fucker.
So here we go, in no particular order.
The good
Tuesday was a highly anticipated meet with a girl who is pretty well reviewed and I wanted to find out what all the fuss was about after only fairly recently straying from agency girls only to mix up my punting experiences.
Well known hotel venue in West London, think a foot and a half above shepherd’s knee. Parked up, got room number and breezed past reception. Door opened to reveal what looked like a great body topped by a face that on first impressions promoted a feeling of hmmm?, pretty eyes, big nose, pouty mouth but not a face that would get heads turning in the street. A dark Eastern European heritage permeates her look. She’s not got great skin, not attractive and although her body looks awesome, her tits & arse are squidgy.
Can’t fault services delivered or attitude, Lots of kissing, deep throat, reverse oral, fucking in multiple positions and 3 pops in 90 minutes £200.
Overall, good with a large dollop of meh.
The bad
Sunday crossed over into punting as an obsession rather than hobby territory when, with a couple of hours to kill, I had a 4 hands oily body to body massage with a happy ending from a Latvian & Romanian combo, both young and exceedingly average in a house on the kind of estate I wouldn’t normally visit at £120 for an hour. It wasn’t bad and two naked oiled up young girls and a large mirror will always do the job for me. That was actually plan B because I hadn’t confirmed plan A which I did just before entering massage central.
So, half empty I turn up at a parade of shops in another part of the area that wouldn’t hold many attractions in everyday life to see, lets call her “Chantal”, 24 for an hour.
This turned out to be my first ever half hour punt, it would have been an hour had I been more motivated but after being called into the premises by the maid poking her head out of the door round the corner from the dry cleaners that is the landmark given. So, I walk in and the maid is busy doing paperwork in a kitchen/sitting room and I am taken to the bedroom, pretty good size, not quite spotless, featuring a large bed and a couple of mirrors, where I wait for “Chantal”, 24 who looks great in the website photos.
The photos were taken by a very kind photographer at least ten years and a good few stones ago, its also patently obvious why there are no face shots, she has a face only a mother could love. She was a size 12 to 14 with big floppy boobs, big, floppy arse, kept a corset contraption on to hide rolls of fat, had badly dyed hair and a sunny demeanor.
She performed toothy OWO, painful deepthroat, ball & shaft licking, used a small vibrator on my arse, cowgirl followed by more OWO to completion, money shot was taken trapped under her tits, presumably to minimize mess. Clean up was perfunctorily performed with wet wipes and tissues then a massage, then out, £100 and one more load lighter.
Bad, very bad.
The ugly
An independent from AW offering PSE, plus blonde pal £320 one hour.
Grotty flat in basement of grotty building in a grotty area, crap strewn all over the place, bedding when I checked didn't look pristine.
Miss PSE has a posh accent and a “get it done” attitude” small tits, soft, pliable arse and freckles, not the kind of hard porno body suggested by her photos, she kisses, lightly.
Blondie has bigger tits and arse, a bit firmer, an all over tan and a sullen demeanour, she doesn’t kiss because “I might see a few men a day” – but – you suck their cocks and stick your tongue up their arses luv!
Two rounds consisting of enthusiastic owo, deep throat, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl and two facials. Thoroughly unsatisfactory, perfunctory, ugly, really ugly.
So I’ve spunked the price of very nice telly on 4 hours spent in the company of 6 girls, none of which I really fancied, shot 7 loads and feel shit.
I've had a long, hot shower to try and wash away the feeling of self loathing. Writing this has helped too, thanks for reading.
Is it normal to feel this bad when you’ve over indulged in a hobby your supposed to derive pleasure from?
