External Link/Members OnlyThis meeting took place early last week. I booked Cherry after spotting her chaotic but intriguing profile on Adultwork. She’s based in Brighton but hosts East London incalls now and then. Not sure if she always uses the same place.
In taking one for the team, I obeyed the devil on my shoulder that tells me to spread my seed as widely as possible even though I’ve been firing blanks since 1990. The angel on my other shoulder had suggested a repeat visit to someone I’d already had a great time with – but I don’t listen to that one often enough.
Comms were handled via text then WhatsApp. A one-hour incall for £150 was easily arranged for late the next morning. She asked me to message her 30 minutes in advance and then again 10 minutes before. Although it turned out that she is scatty in person, she’s sufficiently organised to send punters an aerial view of her base in the Whitechapel with the directions indicated.
I was less than 100 yards away when she sent a message asking if she had time to run to the shop before I got there. I guessed that she must have run out of condoms. I was bringing my own anyway, but I just answered the question: “No, I’ll be there in two minutes.”
She was based in a first-floor flat up a side alley. It was run-down and grubby but spacious inside and the action took place on two double beds pushed together.
Nothing to complain about in the way Cherry looks. She’s 30-ish and slim with lovely slender legs and modest little tits just the way I like them. There are a few medium-sized tattoos in discreet places. The gallery picture of her under a red-light and lying on some kind of BDSM machine is the best guide to her looks, including the crimson hair. She does not currently resemble the full-face images of a blonde with a Kate Moss look about her. Not sure it’s the same girl, TBH.
She was friendly and chatty but it seemed she could focus for only so long, which made things a bit stop-start in the early part of the booking. She told me that she’s bipolar and I could recognise the signs.
I used the bathroom for a pee and I wouldn’t have fancied a shower there if I’d needed one. When I checked that she was OK to use the MySize condoms I’d brought with me she said a friend had gone out to get some for her but she was fine using mine.
When I asked if the friend also worked she laughed and said everyone asked her that, but they wouldn’t if they saw the girl first. Point taken. Someone did turn up with the rubbers shortly afterwards but I didn’t see her. We then wasted time when Cherry tried to link her phone to the TV to play music without success. Then she was trying to get Lana Del Rey to play from her phone and that didn’t work either so I did it from my phone instead.
When we finally got on to the bed she couldn’t settle. Can’t remember what the interruptions were for, but it was irritating. It also soon became apparent that she was swerving kisses. She would maintain contact briefly then pull away. “I don’t really do kissing,” she confessed later.
So... we began fondling and nuzzling, then she wanked me to full-mast then gave me OWO with me on my back. It was nice enough, but once again there were random interruptions. I managed to relax her by getting her to sit on my face cunt-forwards so I could tongue her clit and tease her tits. Both of us enjoyed this and she was happy for me to work my thumb into her pussy. It was one of the tightest I have ever played with, which got me feeling anxious about my often-unreliable erection.
Next I got her to turn around and lie on top of me for 69, which was also pretty good. It went on until Cherry to decided it was time to fuck.
She told me she normally let guys dictate the pace but I had turned her on and she really wanted to cum. Well it might be true, but she was out of luck on that score. On with the first condom and she said we had to start with doggy because it was only way to get inside, what with her having such a tight snatch. Well I had already discovered the truth of that but I don’t like doggy. It’s the surest way for my flagpole to collapse and it usually gives me a bit of hernia pain too.
We could switch to cowgirl afterwards, she said, but it wouldn’t work to start with. Oh well then. It took a few moments but I managed to get inside her from behind and was thrusting away until a combination of hernia and sciatic pain made it impossible. You may have gathered that I’m not in the first flush of vigorous youth.
When I pulled out my hard-on was at half-mast. Cherry tried to get me up back up and running with the condom still in place ,then without, which was more successful. On with another rubber and she climbed on top. I briefly got inside and she was sitting with her feet near my shoulders, bouncing up and down using her hands and leg muscles. Quite an athletic feat, but my knob wasn’t happy and I couldn’t get a clean thrust. I prefer the girl to put her legs behind her and collapse on top of me. Impossible without disconnecting. Soon I plopped out and my cock had given up for the day.
I asked her for CIM (it says at discretion on her profile) and after briefly (and madly) telling me “sure” she then started to talk about having a real dislike of sperm in her mouth: “It's not the taste; it’s the texture.”
I told her I actually wanted her to snowball it back to me and she said: “Well, that will never happen. I have to rush straight to the loo to spit it out.”
Wearily, I decided to cum on her tits instead and wanked myself to a not-very-pleasurable climax over her right nipple. I did go ahead and lick it up and swallow it, which surprised and pleased her.
“Oooh, aren't you the bad grandad?” she said. “Lots of guys say they’re going to do that but once they’ve cum they don’t fancy it any more. Not you though... bad grandad!”
We hadn’t actually talked family but we did for a few minutes after that. She’s a likeable girl and it’s a shame she’s got this bipolar problem. In a soppy moment I briefly thought of making this a low positive, but it’s not really is it?
One further irritation as I left. I thought one of the three rubbers I’d brought was still in its wrapper but when I asked for it she’d ripped it open in anticipation of another try at sex after the cowgirl. Showed willing, I suppose.
