You'll have to excuse me if I don't get this quite right. It's my first review but one I thought I needed to make. I haven't been punting for long but the WG's I have seen have always been carefully researched. For that reason alone, my satisfaction rate has been pretty good. I saw Britishanniex in Leeds earlier this year on the rebound from being let down by a regular. Invariably that sort of thing is a bad move, though reading her profile I tried to remain optimistic.
The initial comms were good and prompt. I was even offered a range of times for that same day. The beware signs should have been flashing at this point but I chose to go ahead. Obviously wasn't thinking with the right part of my anatomy.
The meet was in an apartment in Pudsey. The girl behind the door reasonably attractive, petite, well spoken, early 30s, with an American twang. No indications at this point that she had oversold herself that much on her profile. The flat was clean and tidy with no unwelcome or suspicious niffs. The agreed price was £80 for half an hour.
The first indication that things weren't going to go to plan was when she left the room and asked me to get comfortable. After what seemed to be an uncomfortably long time for me (probably not that long to her) she returned and sat at the opposite side of the bed. We were talking over the width of the bed and I began to think this is a bit like a blind date gone wrong. I was glad when she made some attempt to initiate things.
However from here things really started going downhill. She kept her distance from me whilst trying to arouse me. The arousal took the form of some quite uncomfortable and painful tugs and no surprise, it didnt do the trick! When I finally managed to arouse myself, she seemed to want to be straight on with the condom and into full sex. I asked for OW and she agreed a little reluctantly. What followed was the worst BJ I've ever had. Toothy in the extreme I found it really uncomfortable, bordering on painful. I had to ask her to stop and was relieved when she did. At the same time, having asked first if I could touch, she greeted each touch by either covering up, moving away or flinching, so eventually I was discouraged from doing so. When she moved to get on top of me, her positioning was so contrived with her arms firmly placed in front of her that I was not able to touch her breasts, even though when I asked, she said it was Ok. The result was that her palms were pressing down sovhard on my chest that they were pounding away like someone attempting resuscitation. Even though I was well and truly alive, at this point I was beginning to lose the will to live.
I eventually managed to do what I came for, but with some degree of willpower and imagination and she left me to get dressed. At this point, I probably had 10 minutes or so left but I had had enough and she wasn't complaining.
I left feeling so had just thrown £80 of my very hard earned money down the drain. Of course, I should have known better than to act on the rebound. In some ways, the girl was pleasant enough, and part of me feels a little sorry for her, but this wasn't a service any one should be providing at this level and it deserves to be pointed out.
