Zlata - Diva - Earl’s CourtIt’s the equinox and my birthday - what better way to celebrate than a lazy afternoon being spoilt by French charm while the city outside basks in the glow of the spring sun.
External Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyCost£500 for 90 minutes incall + £50 CIM
ServicesGFE, DFK, OWO, face sitting, rimming her, fingering, protected sex, CIM
CommsPre-planned a couple of weeks earlier. I initially booked another lady online via Diva, but when I spotted Zlata and read a couple of reviews here, my mind was set. Easy to rearrange via Telegram. The usual confirmation messages on the day, with a last minute change of location as she had moved to another flat nearby.
LocationModern one bed in a larger apartment block on a busy road. The entrance porch is set back from the pavement, and there’s a concierge desk which looked like it hadn’t been staffed for a good while. The place itself is recently refurbished and quiet, with a sofa at the centre of the light filled main space from where it’s only a few steps to the intimate bedroom featuring a nice bed with firm mattress and fresh white linen, washed by a few sun rays bypassing the edges of the drawn blinds. Decent bathroom and shower too. I’m a big fan of Diva’s escort services but I wouldn’t necessarily trust them as estate agents - this was a very decent set up though!
LadyZlata - the golden. What you see on her profile is pretty accurate - a 180cm (I’m in the metric camp) tall woman in her mid twenties with a slender, willowy physique that radiates confidence and joie de vivre. Lovely dense curly red hair with a bright fiery hue, framing her curious bright brown eyes and wide smile. She’s got invisalign braces which add to her youthful looks but are of no concern during kissing or oral. A delicate tattoo of a flock of birds on her shoulder plus another lick of ink on her lower back. Otherwise all delightfully natural - silky skin, soft A size breasts with small light brown nipples, a petite postérieure that’s firm like an apple just plugged from a tree, endless legs, slender hands graced with perfectly manicured pink nails. Originally from the Ukraine but she’s been living in France for most of her life which is apparent in her adorable accent and attitude to life. I found her very responsive and charming from start to finish.
Meeting Zlata greets me at the door barefoot, wearing just a short white crop and tight black miniskirt. We are strangers exchanging smiles and pleasantries, a gift, and a towel. A light kiss before she shows me the bathroom. When I return she leads me to the couch. We sit and chat about learning French as she pulls up one leg, revealing her pink panties. Her eyes sparkle flirtatiously, well knowing that I enjoy the sight, before taking the initiative with a first shower of gentle kisses on the mouth and neck. She soon moves on top of my lap to deepen the kissing with a curious tongue while my hands explore what’s under her top and skirt. Her breasts feel light and soft, and her firm ass gets me notably excited… she finds my hardened cock behind her back, brushing it with the back of her hand. ‘Let’s go to bed…’ she suggests seductively, leading me across the room, as we’re dropping clothing and towel en route.
She goes on all fours on the bed and as she bends down the sights of her beautifully shaped vulva and sphincter get me hard as marble. My cock badly wants body contact but I’m still conscious enough to develop the situation at intentionally slow pace. I kneel on the floor behind her and she lets me taste her generous offerings. She’s fresh and wet, and as I gently push my tongue upwards she buries her head inside her elbow. I remember not seeing rimming on the menu, but her gentle twitching and moaning are encouraging me to spread her buttocks with a firm grip and work the length of the valley more vigorously. She turns around to let her tongue do the talking in the depth of my mouth. I ask her if she can sit on my face. Her eyes light up. ‘Of course!’ She soon has me fully in the grip of her thighs, indicating with her hand on my forehead that she wants me to stay still while her clit dances over the tip of my tongue. Her other hand grabs the rail of the headboard and she arches back, panting, thrusting, her tits pointing skywards. ‘I’m coming, is it ok?’ Oh my, I thought I’m the polite one here, and reach up to pinch her nipples. She shudders and collapses across my chest. 1-0 to PSG.
I’m soon rewarded as she returns the favour with the first extensive round of sensual oral. She doesn’t mind me pushing deeper from below while my fingers interlock with the thick curls of her hair as she crouches to my side. She has a nice way of licking and kissing the sides of my cock which I enjoy quietly until key vocabulary of my high school days comes back to me. ‘Je veux te baiser.’ A suitably sized red condom and some lube appear out of nowhere and Zlata saddles up for cowgirl action, her pelvic floor grinding me with intent. ‘It’s my birthday today’, I confess. She looks delighted. ‘Really? Bonne anniversaire’, she hushes, her lips close to my ear. I gently pull her closer so that I can take in her scent while her hips continue to gyrate on my loins. ‘Are you married?’ ‘I was. It’s difficult to explain. Are you?’ She laughs. ‘Am I your present?’ She doesn’t wait for the answer and straightens up and crosses her arms behind her head, gently rocking back and forth. She fixes me intently, solemn, before closing her eyes and letting out an almost inaudible moan. Her movements gather pace. She breathes heavily. It’s almost impossible to take it all in - these great legs locking me under her, these great inner regions of her thighs and flat abs framing her plum-like cunt on my prick. These great gently curved boobs, these great armpits, these great lines of her slim neck, these great red curls of hair… She blows me a kiss. Mon dieu, how do I deserve this? I shift a gear to take the lead and fuck her forcefully from below, building up a sweaty steam. We eventually flip into missionary, keeping the slow and steady pace with the weight of my body allowing me to penetrate her to the maximum while her legs spread at different angles around me. She grabs my hips and shakes like a tumble drier into climax. A few further sweaty pushes and I follow soon behind, coming inside her, almost like a haemorrhage. She clasps me tightly. 2-1 at half time.
Never has being behind felt so good, as I clean myself and she snuggles up in the dappled light. Time stands still as we regain breath and composure. My hands brush her torso and hips, and I’m drawn to kiss her armpits as she stretches beside me. Not long until she brings me back to life with deft hand strokes. My hand cusps her cunt which is wet and hot. I push my index finger just a little bit inside, pausing for a second before slipping in fully to have her on tenterhooks while she intensifies her grip of my horny cock. We move to the second half, starting in doggy, her ass dancing sexily with short movements while I keep still, keeping the poise by holding onto her slim ankles. Eventually, I lean forward, moving us gently into prone bone without interrupting the coital flow. Melancholy passes through me momentarily as I remember this as the favourite position of my late wife. ‘Oui! Slow, très bien’, Zlata exclaims, bringing me back into the here and now, her body in spasms below me. We go on for a good while, her pussy clasping me now as tightly as if I would be up her backside. This is the best fuck of my life. A sport and a pastime. A final bout of missionary ensues, her legs pressed against my shoulders giving me opportunity to nibble her cute toes, all the while the pressure is building up inside me. As I’m close to orgasm she takes me into her mouth, and I finally explode in waves so intense I considered impossible for a second coming. She doesn’t move while the ejaculation subsides. She finally gets up and winks at me before cleaning herself in the bathroom. I’ve lost track of the scoreline.
She returns for close cuddles. I’ve also lost track of time but apparently we have ten minutes left. I’m shattered and wired all at the same time, but also running out of sensible French things to say that I’m almost minded to call it a day. ‘Tu es gentil’, she says. She tells me her real name, which is beautiful. Our intertwined bodies engage in one last crescendo of kissing, caressing, fingering and oral pleasures before we ramp off to reality. I finally get dressed while she potters around the apartment still naked. A final kiss, and I’m back on the street, hopelessly trying to hide my smile. À bout de souffle.
SummaryPositive: A very special, sensual girlfriend experience with a sex enthusiastic chérie keen to please and to be pleased. She made 90 minutes feel like three hours. Great slender body - perfect for a tall guy like me - with a hot tight pussy.
Neutral: Uses a fair bit of lube. I personally don’t mind as the cold tickle on my prick turns me on, but others may find it perhaps excessive.
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Recommend Bien sûr! If you’re intrigued by her looks or more generally are into French laisser faire vibes you should not be disappointed. Although by now there could be a queue around the block. She’s still here for a short while, but may be back in the summer.
ReturnPeut-être… this was an incredibly special encounter - I had high expectations and they were exceeded. She clearly was the right girl in the right moment. Kairos! Seeing her again could be tempting fate but maybe I’m overthinking …
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