External Link/Members OnlyTRIGGER WARNING: SOME READERS WILL DISAGREE STRONGLY WITH MY ASSESSMENT OF THIS MEETING. HOWEVER, THE MEETING FULFILLED THE OBJECTIVES I HAD SET FOR IT, SO I'VE ASSESSED IT OBJECTIVELY ON THAT BASIS.TLDR: B&S; JUST AWFUL.Right, with that off my chest... This meet was inspired by Kemi Badenoch. Like her, I never make mistakes and I never apologise. However, I recently contributed in some small way to events that led to a 7-figure commercial loss. I decided that I needed to suffer in order to install the lessons of that event and that since one of the things I most enjoy is sex with a variety of women, my punishment should be sexual.
I sselected an SP at random from AW and hit upon 'Kamilly's' profile. Not the kind I would normally go within a mile of. An appointment was duly made and off I went. Got to the venue, a flat above a row of shops, a Victorian terrace, in Abbey Wood (another thing I wouldn't normally go within a mile of!). Admitted to the premises via a scruffy, dingy cluttered hallway, up the stairs into a scruffy, dingy flat, massively overheated and with a strange odour of old food, cigarettes and wet clothes. Voices off in a room to one side, at least 2 other people present. 'Kamilly' revealed herself; short, fat, unattractive, straggly hair; stank of cigarettes. Very obviously not the girl in the photos. I had to go through with this, but let I couldn't tale more than 15 mins @ £60.
Into the room, very dim lighting (a blessing!), stuffy and with a grubby-looking mattress on the floor. 'Kamilly' gestured for me to undress (she had virtually no English). I declined, having determined that the most I would do here was to wank over her naked body. Got her to undress and lie on the bed. Unzipped to unleash my cock and - you'll not be surprised - not a scintilla of interest being shown in that department. Got her to take hold and stroke, which brought a little bit f life, but it was clear I was not going to achieve a full erection. After a couple of minutes of her clumsy manipulation I'd reached a state of semi stiffness, so took over, wanking myself furiously to get the deed done. Boy did it take some doing, but eventually a few reluctant spurts of semen emerged and dropped onto her tits/stomach.
I had a tissue in my pocket to wiped myself down, zipped up and left feeling thoroughly disgusted with myself. Mission accomplished.
Found a pretty run-down pub en-route back to the station, and rounded off this grotesque experience with a pint of flat, chemical-tasting lager.
One strong positive: I got to ride the Elizabeth Line back towards base, something I always enjoy because of the superb station architecture.