Summary: This was alright but that's about as far as it goes. Verity did everything I asked but wasn't able to convince me that she was doing much more than going through the motions. She came across as very professional, to the point of being a little cold and dispassionate. Skills wise her OWO is good, everything else imho fell into the neutral bracket imho.
For the sake of clarity, on getting to a neutral rating I've deliberately left out consideration of the strap-on aspect of the booking, as I don't think that that would be fair. I will however pass comment on this at the end of the review.
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External Link/Members OnlyBooking length: 1 hour (in-call)
Cost: £250
Comms:
For me she come across as a little aloof in her comms but given that English isn't her native language this is fine. All arranged by text, although somewhat strangely despite agreeing to send an AW booking request, she failed to ever schedule or confirm it.
Location:
Less than a 5 minute-walk from High Street Kensington underground. The apartment block itself looks very run down from the outside, the inside whilst better, still feels dated. Mezzanine style apartment on the 3rd floor, buzzer entry system, no lift. The bathroom is in need of an overhaul, huge crack in the glaze in the sink, small patches of enamel coming of the bath in a couple of places, my overall impression was that this was all a bit shabby chic, with the emphasis on shabby. One clean towel and toiletries were provided. Refreshments offered.
The Escort:
I've got some issues here. The 'glamour' shots on her AW profile I felt were miss-leading. For a far more accurate reflection of what your money's hiring, check her Twitter feed (I thinks it's linked on her AW profile) as there was an accurate head shot on there.
I thought I'd done my homework and only went because of her reputation, deliberately downplaying my excitement as I was fairly confident that Verity wouldn't be my type. Sure enough, in the flesh and whilst not unattractive, my initial instincts were confirmed but I can easily overcome this if the skill levels, and attitude are where I expect them to be.
Polish SP
Her figure I'd describe as 'solid', or 'thick set'. Around 5'7", I'd guess at something in the region of a 10-12
Age wise, I can understand why from commentary on the board that she's divided opinion on this topic. I'd say anywhere between late 30's to mid 40's.
Clean, good skin and teeth
A very slight paunch and not gym toned
Short streaky, dirty blonde hair
No tattoos
Landing strip style pubic hair
A non-smoker from what I could tell
She was wearing some sort of dress, the detail of which I can't remember coupled with black hold-ups and stripper heels.
Services requested:
DFK, OWO, Strap-on, RO and protected sex in multiple positions.
Services rec'd:
DFK, OWO, Strap-on, RO and protected sex in multiple positions, rimming on me, CIM & swallow. This all came free with a fair amount of nipple twisting (on me). I've no idea why she persevered with this, my nipples weren't erect, hence I wasn't getting anything from it.
Delivery:
In a word professional. Verity didn't convince me that she was entirely invested in this, I was expecting more engagement and didn't feel that she showed a great deal of enthusiasm, or at least be able to better 'sell' it to me as she's hardly new to this.
The meet:
A bit of a strange start. About 30 minutes before kick-off I received a text saying she might be 15 minutes late, possibly longer, she couldn't be sure at that point. However a couple of minutes before the booking was scheduled to begin, she texted to say that she was good to go.
• In the room our initial exchanges gave an indication of where this booking might go, returning from the shower really good DFK, but on dropping to her knees to start OWO, which regrettably was accompanied by a load of fake moaning.
• After the attempted strap-on malarkey*, this all went down the usual GFE route.
• RO to which she showed some responsiveness to.
• OWO which was good. Some DT, a little gagging, no real speed variation, very little eye contact, good traction, little use of her hands and some attention to balls and perineum.
• Penetrative and protected sex in a variety of positions, variations on mish, doggy, prone bone blah, blah, blah, blah.
• CIM & swallow at her instigation in which she maintained good eye contact.
• I'm really not keen on smoke being blown up my arse in bookings and generally being given a load of old flannel. Here I received the false platitude that I had "a massive cock". Whilst I might BE a massive cock, which those around me remind me of on a daily basis, these two things aren't the same. For Christ's sake, her 'entry level' strap-on looked bigger than what I'm packing and the evidence was in the room.
Would I return: No.
* - Strap-on
So armed with the attitude of 'nothing ventured, nothing gained' I thought I'd try something completely left field for me and take a step out of my comfort zone. Prior to this, I've never before engaged in anal play on me, save for the odd pokey bum wank so this was completely unchartered territory:
• Verity had me perform a backward roll, stopping me mid-way with my arse in mid-air, dick pointing downwards straight at my face (cuming at this point would have caused a self-induced facial) and legs splayed to either side.
• She proceeded to rim me, whilst simultaneously wanking me. Lubing up a tapered vibrator, turned it on and very slowly inserted it up my arse whilst continuing to wank me off. This only caused an initial amount of mild discomfort and once over this hurdle, I found it to be quite an enjoyable sensation but little did I know I was being lulled into a false sense of security.
• Next I was instructed to move into the doggy position, arch my back and breathe. I didn't want to look, I shouldn't have looked but human nature got the better of me and I witnessed Verity stepping into a harness armed with the so called 'entry level' strap-on. In my head this thing wouldn't have looked out of place at the Highland Games, it looked to about as big as a fucking caber and that she was going to have to take a run up to get it in. Applying the rubber and lube the battle of plastic/rubber versus my anal sphincter/arsehole began and it doesn't take a genius to work out who won.
• Look I gave it a go, Verity was firm but took it very, very slowly, first pushing into me then inviting me to push back on her. FUCK ME, this hurt like buggery, oh wait a minute it is a form of buggery, isn't it? At this point my brain's screaming abort, abort, abort and all the while I'm trying to convince myself that once I get over it I might actually enjoy it.
• I tried to persevere with this but whichever way you look at it, I wasn't deriving any form of pleasure from this whatsoever and simply couldn't hack it, yes I know I'm pathetic. Anyway, after what felt like eternity, which in reality was probably only about 30 seconds I threw in the towel.
• This 'experience' wasn't quite over and this probably only goes to underline how sexually naïve I am. On laying down I honestly thought I'd shat myself, I couldn't smell anything but still feared the worst because of the sensation emanating from my arsehole. On closer inspection and much to my relief it turned out it was just lube, warmed up to body temperature with the aid of gravity making its way out. I breathed a massive sigh of relief, laughed audibly and pressed on with the rest of the booking. What an absolute fuckwit!
• In the post mortem I wondered if I was relaxed enough and should have taken more time, perhaps using some intermediate sized toys before I was introduced to the caber. There's also the point that I may have been 'trying to run, before I could walk' in terms of my experimentation but I don't regret at least trying. Looking back on it and if anything, I'm a bit gutted that I didn't really give it a proper go but I highly doubt I'll be venturing into these particular waters again.
Topic: Blonde Verity - High Street Kensington (Read 2777 times)