External Link/Members OnlyComms: V.good - mostly fast replies by text, and good English. I think it was her writing, not a maid.
Location: Busy-ish (lots of comings and goings) new-build of apartments just off London Road. Flat is on second floor, no lift. Nicky's room was big, but with just a knackered mattress on the floor, no bedstead, plus some drawers. Only medium-depressing as these rooms go. I think you'd struggle to park right outside, but you'd probs find somewhere nearby-ish. I came by bus.
Fee: £80 for an hour's B2B. Her housemate Amanda (reviewed here:
https://www.ukpunting.com/index.php?topic=164313.0, and who I occasionally heard) serviced an OP fully naked and let him give oral; Nicky kept her knickers on and only allowed the lightest finger touching. Might be YMMV, might be different girls and different rules, or might be that they're both newly fearful of infection. I'd wager the middle reason.
The girl: It's the girl in the pictures, albeit now with extra tattoos - a big flowery affair over her right front side. She's 25ish at a guess and decidedly attractive in a sort of elfin, early Eva Herzigova way. Polish. Very flat chested - I'd think A-cup - and size 6/8. Where she lacks a bit is warmth, in person: she seemed utterly unwilling to laugh, engage in chat or simply be friendly. It was brusque and business-like throughout. "You're beautiful," I said. "Yes" she said sarcastic, as if I was needlessly stating the bleeding obvious. And so on, and so forth.
The service: The massage itself was pants but what really sucked was how unerotic it was. Occasionally there'd be turn-ons - a swipe, fingers high up the inside of my legs - but then Nicky would revert to blandly rubbing my shoulder for 5 mins. Sporadically she'd run her thigh down the inside of my leg, which was semi-arousing, only to then knead my calves. I never once had a sustained stiffy. She also kept stopping to check her phone, yawn or brush hairs from her eyes. There was plenty of grinding but - perhaps because of the flat chest - it didn't really work for me. The chosen playlist's Jeff Buckley hardly helped. Try being aroused to
Hallelujah; it's far from easy. Eventually I flipped over and she sat on my groin (knickers still on) and gyrated, but by then I merely felt disinterested - as if I'd been infected by her ennui - and even bored. Nicky insisted on trying to jerk me off despite no hint of an erection, but eventually that began to hurt so I pulled the plug and hit the road after a glass of water. Bah. I'll miss that £80.
Would I go back? Only to see Amanda, who sounds much more enjoyable.
Overall: this is close to a negative, but her beauty and the sheer amount of B2B action raises it into the land of meh.
