You get what you pay for.
External Link/Members OnlyI called and there was no answer but I get a text asking what I want, which I always assume happens when English is a problem. I text asking for 30 minutes as soon as possible. Get an OK and postcode. 5 minutes later I’m standing outside the flat on Albert Street and she buzzes me in.
Door opens, with her behind. Amazingly, it’s the girl in the photos. “So, do you want to stay?” This is the first time I’ve been asked, but she seems nice enough and I stay. Shoes off at the door, shown to a fairly large and neat bedroom with two single beds and a TV playing music. I hand over £60.
Her English is OK and she says she’s Greek. I would have no way of knowing.
I explain that I’m looking for mutual stroking and edging and she looks perplexed. So completely not into any form of sensuality, which is a shame, because she seems pleasant.
She has the most unappealing large saggy breasts and a mumsy stomach. I’m fairly sure she does not own any nice lingerie (she was wearing cheap cotton pants and knee length socks).
She allows me to do largely what I wanted with her body but was so detached she closed her eyes and was emotionally frozen.
It was a cheap thrill for a punt into the unknown but still expensive for the 20 minutes I was in the flat.
