After years of punting I still can't beat the buzz of a shitty walk-up.
And walk up I did. With my heart in my mouth and my whole body tingling. Hoping no fuckers from work would see me on the way in (or out). Greeted by the maid. Then the chunky lady whom I would shag. Polish girl. Tanned. Ginormous tits. Ok I'm sold. £20 you say?
She's pretty. The blonde reference on the sign outside, accurate. That's why I picked her over the others. Pump and dump of the finest quality would ensue (within the constraints of walk-up-ville - one position, no kissing, etc, etc). Sucked on those fat jugs. Fucked her gently. Then fucked the shit out of her when she conceded via ear-whisper that she wanted nailing hard. In my paid-for 10-minute booking, I did what I often do in 30-minute booking (albeit three times as fast). Upon time-up, shot my load in condom and it felt about as satisfying as many a £60-per-half-hour Romanian but without the guilt-trip at having wasted quite so much money. I would only be £20 down. Plenty of money left for a shitty kebab / bus fare / red-cab home bitches.
