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External Link/Members OnlyThis was a post lockdown punt, mid July. Half an hour incall central Bristol, GFE, £80. I have never booked less than an hour before, but one impact of Covid and homeworking for me has been on the availability of cover stories. It’s suddenly got much harder to explain absences and I figured half an hour would be easier to “lose” than an hour. So, I guess it’s possible half hour meets are just not my thing, but I’m fairly sure the criticism in this report would be justified even if I’d had a longer booking
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The arrangementsThe arrangements were reasonably straightforward by text until it came to accurate location details on the morning of the meeting. Profile details said Clifton, which for those who know Bristol is close to but out of the city centre. My cover story turned on that location and that was where I had got myself fifteen minutes beforehand, so when the postcode came through on text as BS1 (Bristol centre) not BS8 (Clifton) the trouble started there. With time to spare in the good old days, no problem; the two are pretty close and the venue was not far over the “border”, but for reasons too dull to repeat here, on a tight schedule with a fragile cover, it made life hard for me and set up some stress which carried over into the meet. I see she has put this right on her profile now, so to be fair she obviously took this on board.
The venueThe venue was fine; a discreet and clean ground floor studio apartment in a traditional building in a good area. Good shower facilities, clean linen and towels.
The girlKassie herself physically fits her profile description and the photos are reasonably accurate. She says herself she has put on a pound or two, but it really is no more than that and not the “pound or two” that looks more like a stone or two I’ve encountered in the past. She looked just fine. Emotionally though the truth on this occasion was a million miles away from “bubbly, fun and loves to please”, but I’ll deal with that in describing the meeting.
The meetingAll was fine at first – a pleasant chat between the outer door and the room door, but from entering the room I have never experienced a more sterile punt. Even allowing for Covid precautions, which I fully expected, this was bizarre. I went to give her a welcome cuddle but was just told to strip and lie on the bed. She then offered and gave me a glass of water, welcome on a very hot day, but spent an eternity fiddling aimlessly with something on the kitchen work surface. Next there was a performance over cleaning hands etc which seemed a bit pointless if we were going to screw. I prefer to remove a girl’s underwear, but she just stripped off in a matter of fact sort of way, as though she were in the gym changing room. The whole thing was turning very procedural and I told her it was all too mechanical for me and I was used to taking more control.
She just carried on and refused to let me fondle her boobs or arse, give her oral or anything at all until she had put a condom on me. She had a good way of doing that with her mouth, which I’ve enjoyed in the past with more engaging, warm SPs who don’t do OWO, but this time I just wasn’t interested enough and it was a struggle with my cock barely erect. I’m well past the age when I can perform physically when I just don’t want to mentally. She commented I could do whatever I wanted when she’d got it on; trouble was I didn’t want to do anything. As often happens to me when I don’t have a proper erection, all I could do was just cum to get it over with.
ConclusionsAs I dressed rapidly to make my escape, she told me she was finding it difficult to work because she had a new boyfriend and felt guilty if she let her clients do too much. I told her if that was the case, I thought it would be fairer if she just retired, but it’s pretty clear she can’t afford to.
Would I go back? Definitely not.
