Hidden Image/Members OnlyHoly. Fucking. Shit.
These are more or less the words that my brain kept looping on in the first few seconds after "Diana" opened the door. I had found her profile on Kommons a few hours before, tucked at the end of maybe a hundred scroll-downs on that shitty website that for some reason shows some profiles 200 times before showing the outliers, and something had captured my curiosity in her main profile picture, that looks absolutely AI-generated and - miraculously - is not. We had had a funnier than average exchange over WhatsApp that had already convinced me she was genuine and an interesting girl to visit, and then she sent me a few random pictures to prove her identity, after which I was completely sold (she looked very cute).
So, the thing about Diana is this: she does indeed look AI-generated, but in real life. Think about those pictures that are now spreading like fire on the dry prairie of the Internet, these days. There are entire web services whose purpose is to take some bad selfies and produce "high-quality" pseudo-professional shoots in various contexts, where the same person does not only look more polished: they can look supernaturally attractive while still remaining recognisable after the AI retouches a few key elements of their faces and bodies.
This is how Diana appeared to me: supernaturally perfect, one of the very few perfect 10s (with only a minor blemish, see later) that I've met in my life. Easily one of the top three (the other two being an unforgettable Ukrainian girl that I had a brief meeting with in Rome 3 years ago, and the incredible
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Let me just try to describe a little more why she is so incredibly hot. First of all, her face. She looks like one of those Japanese Anime girls with a slightly baby-ish face, that looks at you with big fawn eyes while her cheeks turn red and she has an expression with is a mixture of embarrassment, excitement and badly hidden perversion. She has long, brown, silky hair, freckles, a perfectly natural face and beautiful, deep, brown eyes. There is a picture showing her natural face on the site, and that picture does not give the faintest idea of how amazingly beautiful she is in real life. Score: 10, perfect 10.
Her body is also what I would describe as an absolutely perfect feminine body, slim, with soft olive skin, gentle curves without the excesses that so many Brazilians seem to favour (big asses, massive bolt-ons, super-defined muscles, muscly legs, eurgh...). About 5'7 in height. Perfect round ass with buttocks that almost entirely fit in my hands. Long legs. Small feet. Tiny frame, narrow waist, curvy hips, just absolute perfection... except for her tits, that are not only small (not a problem), but slightly saggy and deflated (the kind of sagginess that comes from having lost weight and being excessively slim). If it wasn't for the breasts, the body would be a perfect 10 too. With them, it's still a solid 9.
Now, the thing is this wasn't a beauty contest where I was supposed to admire someone's beauty. It was a punt, and there are some additional requirements that need to be in place for it to be a perfect 10. And I must say... it wasn't a perfect 10. It wasn't bad, but it could have been so much better.
Let's start from the beginning: she received me in a very nice airbnb in Pimlico, right next to Vauxhall Bridge Road. She pushed back the start of the meeting a couple of times saying she needed more time to prepare, but the truth is that... I think she was having dinner with her flatmate... which is MALE (or at least sounded male when she was speaking to him while opening the intercom). Not great, but I must say I forgot the concern immediately after she opened the door.
She welcomed me immaculately groomed, with a fantastic white gown with feathery sleeves and sexy lingerie underneath, including long white tights with garters. She had an attitude that I would describe as kind but vaguely mysterious. She speaks with a soft, hushed voice, moves slowly, and in general gives a sense of poise and sensual elegance. She offered me a shower with a clean towel, and some water to drink. I took my time, and found her sitting on the bed, in her bikini. She stood up and I started feeling her and kissing her softly, still a little intimidated by her arresting beauty. She looked at ease, but slightly sleepy and delayed. That's when I started realising that she was actually quite stoned, an element that somehow weighed on the session, surely reducing her level of energy (although at times creating an inviting aura of submissiveness).
I handed her the money and she made a gesture as if to show lack of interest, lying on the bed instead. So I started covering her in bills, while she laughed in a way that reminded me of certain scenes of decadence in movies à la American Beauty. She ended up stashing the cash, and came back into the room, lying on the bed belly down, so that I could explore her body, lingering on the curve of her back, on her perfect bottom, while kissing her all over, indulging on her sensitive neck and ears.
This was starting well, and continued even better when I started eating her out and she relaxed into it, enjoying the experience and getting quite wet. I was tempted to finger her, but she stopped me, which told me that she was still wary and in control. After a while I stood up and while turning her on a side, I went to offer her my cock for her to suck me. She had promised OWO in our messages, but she was instantly squeamish, moving away. She opened the drawer, pulled out a condom while I looked at her with some disappointment, and I was expecting her to give me a covered blowjob but after putting the condom on me she just lied down and spread her legs, somewhat lazily.
Now, this was obviously somewhat off-putting, and it had the incredible result of visibly lowering the strength of my erection. I guess this is the lesson: a woman can be a perfect 10, but still act in ways that can lower one's enthusiasm and make the experience objectively worse than a punt with a 7-rated girl-next-door that feels wildly into you.
In any case, I still wanted to make the best of a bad job, and I must say that from here on things looked up. I started giving it to her in missionary, while kissing her and holding her tight, and she clearly got into it in a convincing way. It didn't take me long to come (which these days is not always easy), in a pretty satisfying way. We had a reasonable chat, only made a bit sluggish by her stoned state, and at some point she had a movement as if she wanted to put her lingerie back on. I had to drag her back to the bed and (silently but firmly) remind her that we were at most 35 minutes into the punt. She didn't make me beg, though: on the contrary she smiled at me, stood up, opened a drawer and pulled out a massive vibrator (one of those that look a bit like big microphones), then dragged me towards a window, and asked me to fuck her from behind while standing and she was holding the vibrator against her pussy from the front. She came (or pretended to) after an increasingly noisy climax, and it was pretty glorious. Even better was when, after that, I tossed her on the bed, with her knees on the floor, her pussy on the edge and her ass up, and I gave it to her quite frantically, trying to come again.
After a while, about 45 minutes in, though, she asked for a pause and lied down on her back, laughing as if to say that she was exhausted. She clearly had had enough: the fact that she had smoked and she had already come surely wasn't helping. Still, a bit disappointing for me, that despite the difficulties related to my age, I was hoping to come twice (which is only possible in the presence of her level of attractiveness, these days). The punt was over, and she was probably expecting me to leave, but I remained a few more minutes to chat some more. I ended up leaving bang on the hour.
Overall:
face: 10
body: 9
location: 9 (discreet, anonymous building in a side road, with a quiet, sheltered entrance, nice flat)
performance: 7 (some highs and lows)
attitude: 7 (welcoming and gentle, if a bit spaced out)
vfm: 8 at 300£/hour (this kind of beauty can easily charge 1000 quid a pop on Diva or King's lover)
Recommended if, like me, you are a fan of a certain type of perfect beauty. I will come back as I think she is the kind of girl with whom it's possible to create a connection that improves things over time. Maybe next time for an outcall at my place without the male friend nearby...
