Zhdana - Diva - St James’s Park A January evening, already my second rendezvous of the year to fight the blues and light up the mood with a true blonde after a long and grey work week, against the strict advice of my accountant. Needs must when the devil drives.
External Link/Members OnlyComms: Arranged via the agency’s Telegram, ridiculously quick and convenient, like ordering takeaway blini. Close to the arranged time, a message alerts me of a short delay so I circle around the block wondering about the intersectionality of politics and punting.
Location: Hidden away in a post-war deck access block in the backwater of Victoria Street, the apartment is functional if somewhat sparsely furnished, with a large bedroom at its far end. There isn’t much to look at but it’s clean and private and anyway, I’m not here for the decor.
Cost: £400 for one hour incall. No extras.
Services: GFE, DFK, OWO, DT, RO, COB
Lady:Zhdana apparently is a pumpkin variety, which makes sense as her body is firm and smooth-skinned, with soft curves and a sweet aura. She cheerfully greets me as Anna, that’s also the name under which you’ll find her performing on Middle Eastern shores. A small Russian lass in her early twenties with big personality. her profile photographs were sensational and unsurprisingly in real life she’s a just that little bit less glamorous and glossy. Still, she oozes sex and charisma, just in a less catwalk-y and more streetwise kind of way. Beautiful and radiant blue eyes, delicate lips, light blond hair, and a beautiful pair of pale natural breasts with large pink auroras, giving European art house cinema vibes. Coupled with the sharpest ass and pussy shouting Sunset Boulevard porn flic. She really is a nubile attraction, and even more, she’s a real immersive theatre artist, ready to act and take control of the play.
Meeting:The belated encounter takes another twist upon entry. Anna greets me with a cute smile, dressed in a purple velvet ‘let’s watch Netflix on the sofa’ combo. I had a long day babe, but shouldn’t we be doing something more exciting on Friday evening? I worry that I accidentally ordered the suburban MILF costume.
‘You need to help me’, and she leads me to the bedroom, as I sense an unusual build up to foreplay. Turns out if you request GFE you need to stand ready to bring boyfriend experience too. Strewn on the floor are the box and various parts of a new electric radiator and for unknown reasons, a potato peeler. The main heating had broken and Anna had been struggling to assemble the kit which the landlord dropped off earlier. We spend a good few minutes kneeling on the floor to puzzle the kit together chatting away which was actually a rather sweet way to break the ice between to strangers. Proud of our work, we both pretend this is most the normal way to get going, and in return for her gift she hands me a luxuriously soft towel for the shower, reassuring me that we’ll make good on the time spent on DIY.
As I return I find the bedroom empty, only to be awed by the sight of her changed into lacy lingerie as she re-enters for showtime. It accentuates her feminine figure perfectly - pretty good! We recline on the sofa for a short dialogue before she takes my face and offers me her mouth unconditionally. Her tongue flicks sensually against mine, the spotlights flash up in my head and suddenly it’s all wet and hot and horny as hell. We kiss and lick and caress each other’s upper bodies, and I’m getting aroused by her voluptuous tits which she is pleased to offer me while she bites my nipples. I take off her bra and she slides to the floor to greet my dick with an approving ‘there!’ - the last word to be spoken until climax.
The image of her perfect ass in a white thong burns into my retina while she kneels between my legs, sucking me in a beautifully soft way for what felt like hours. It’s a quiet but intense act with delicate movements and variations, leading slowly from legato to tremolo and vibrato. I can sometimes take time to get hard, but in her hands and mouth the strings on my bow are quickly on full tension.
Her head turns to the bed with a suggestive look and I carry her over to drape her on the cover, slipping off her last bit of underwear to reveal her cute cunt, pure, glistening and pink like a plum. She opens her thighs to make space for my head. She likes it tender and steady, as she gets giddy and her body feels radiant under mine. Must be the cunnilingus or the heating - either way, I’m content to provide for this lovely woman and indulge in her sweetness.
I slide further up her body and our deep kissing is interspersed by her load moans as my thumb firmly circles her clit. Her breasts bouncing gently, she grabs my cock and gives me an amazing hard hand job and we both seem to agree that the best way to the finale is to remain on this path, so we continue to ascend steadily for a long while, with heavy exhalations. Sweat drenched, I finally come in spurts on her flat belly and tits and she flips around to lie on top of me, holding me tight with all her limbs. My hand rests on her hip and I muse that her hand job is so much better than my own decades-honed solo technique. In that moment I’m deeply satisfied despite the script not providing for a shag stunt today.
Our embrace relaxes and we lie next to each other conversing about life in the big smoke, theatre and the latest movies. Soon it’s time for the curtain call - I’m sadly too spent for an encore but thrilled for having been part of this rom com. Bravo!
Summary:
Positive: She is super sweet (did I mention already?)- a sensual and steamy performer with the uncanny ability to create illusions which resonate uniquely with her counterpart. She’s the artist but you will be the protagonist.
Neutral: She deserves an upgrade in accommodation.
Negative: -
Appearance (face): 8
Appearance (body): 9
General behaviour: 10
Communication: 8
Service (sexual desire/engagement): 9
Overall rating: 9
Recommend:Yes, if you can handle high octane sexiness and the thought that there is a bit of immersive theatre going on. I reckon if you’re are a playwright or a plumber then you’re her man.
Return:Sadly, she seems to have disappeared from the London stage, but if she were to return I’d seriously consider a call to the box office.
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