Name: Vanessa
Address: 2 Greens Court, Soho, London W1D
From : Claimed Turkey “Ankara”, looked like a Bulgarian/Romanian gypsy but the countries are close so could be true.
Date: Monday 26th Dec
Age range: 24-38
Looks like: An older, frumpier, and worn version of
External Link/Members Only Price: £62 for sex, tit sucking and jizz on jugs for 30 mins.
The room was dark, murky and somewhat claustrophobic. The best thing about the Soho scene however is the uncertainty that comes with it; you get the good, the bad and the ugly. These days it’s more of the ugly unfortunately.
One also feels like a contestant on Blind Date, you don’t know who is behind the door. Well through the door came a mammoth pair of jugs. That’s all I saw and I was sold. I gave her £20 as I was just intent on rodgering that day. “Would you like £40 for sex and positions?” she asked. I gave it to her in the hope I’d get a better, less rushed service.
She came back much quicker than most Soho WGs. They usually take 5-7 minutes piss take time to drain your own time. This lady came back within minutes however and I hadn’t even started to get undressed.
Her blowjob was full of teeth; I don’t know why so many girls do this as I’m not particularly thick or long. I had to keep telling her to open her mouth wider and go slower.
I went on top of her for missionary. The creaky noise the bed was making was very off putting plus she didn’t like me whispering to her. She was an annoying hurry upper. Her facial grimaces and strains at each of my strokes gave me the impression that I was giving her a sound seeing to. Then we went for doggy and again I was rhythmically pounding her giant pink butt rodeo style. She was as quiet as a mouse the whole duration. She had probably blocked her mind off the whole experience which concerns me as I do not like to feel that I am adding to ones torment.
After I tired I asked if I could jizz on her breasts. She told me that I had to pay her more money and I gave her £20 for more missionary before jizzing on her knockers. After more grimacing, pounding and bed screeching. It was time for the money shot.
I took off the condom and she gave me some oil. She annoyingly placed tissue on her massive knockers and said “Come on baby bring it out” , “Call me a cunt” I said. I wanted her to speak dirty to me, to bring out the slut in her. “You like to wank, you dirty cunt wanker” she said and I sprayed over her with a shot Danny D would be proud of. The tissue had no chance of protecting her as her big floppy boobs, areole and nipples got my white gooey glaze. I momentarily felt good.
Despite her face not winning any beauty contests she would have got a positive rating from me if she were little more communicative during sex. At times I thought I was a husband having domestic obligatory sex with a compliant yet disinterested wife who was simply doing her matrimonial ‘duty’.
She told me that she only works on Mondays so if anyone is interested in experiencing what it’s like to be with a prototype of one of those £1 tissue sellers that you sometimes get on the London Overground trains, then Monday’s 2 Greens Court lower flat is the place to go.
