Not as active as I once was so I tend to try and do a bit of research, just my luck on the day I was free and had planned, plan A, B, C and D were all unavailable and E cancelled at short notice. Should’ve read the runes and gone to the pub. Instead the dick took over and I had the pleasure of meeting the most disinterested ‘escort’ ever (her words when I asked her politely to suck my cock a little deeper “I don’t think so, I’m an escort not a prostitue’
Comms were good but all by text.
Found the canal side apartment block with no trouble, texted as instructed and was delayed ten minutes (she needed time to get ready). No surprise that she greeted me in a dressing gown and slippers, sexy - grrr! Made a very obvious point of slowly counting the money in front of me. Disappeared and dressed minimalistically, not even close to the outfit request.
What followed was as about as far from erotic as it gets, no kissing - made clear to start with. Very shallow oral, over in seconds. Asked what position I wanted and audibly huffed when I asked her to go on top. Tried to introduce a bit of banter, sense of humour was out to lunch! I compromised on doggy and got I over with as quickly as I could before I lost wood.
Got up got dressed and left after 30 mins of an hour booking, £140 down on what I’d say was worth £30 for the effort.
Learnt my lesson, no more spur of the minute decisions. My third and last isn’t to a Rom. No fourth chances.
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