Lyra ForestHackney
Incall
External Link/Members Only2Hrs £500
I wanted to go to town on this with a hatchet-job, but I'll satisfy myself with, by my standards, an abbreviated account.
TLDR: Chaotic, confused, boho-student and sometimes dopey cam-girl, in well above her pay-grade. Has charm but is a drag to deal with, chips away at your time and will spam you with offers of pics for sale. Swerve.
CommsDisastrously poor - truly inept: she had the greatest difficulty keeping track of our pre-meet correspondence, even where references in our thread were no more than a few minutes old and abundantly clear. Then, having arranged an agreeable time, she subsequently put it back on several occasions, due to, variously, oversleeping, feeling groggy, 'need to get myself ready', 'need something to eat'. Deeply unimpressive, rank-amateur behaviour.
VenueA mate's Air BnB rental: almost certainly a social housing sub-let- the girls (she shared with another), and they are evidently both utter domestic slobs.
The galMy guess is that she's from a nice, middle-class background, somewhere on the outskirts of London. Per the current pics, Lyra is a pretty, slender slip of a gal, with something of a so-called alternative look. The portraits are accurate and recent. I fancied something young, smol-boobed, leggy, pale and skinny. Despite having risen only a few hours into the recent mid-afternoon, she was dressed in some well-worn bdsm-adjacent gear. On top of what I'd aver is a naturally languid disposition, she appeared to be stoned. She's quite clever, and notwithstanding her scattiness before, during and after the meeting, I daresay she could be quite charming, good company, if she was sober and put her mind to it.
The first little while was spent getting the measure of her, and my deciding if her manner of a startled tortoise struggling to find its bearings warranted my bailing-out, not least because I was genuinely concerned she may not have been fit to be a judge of herself. However, she was periodically lucid enough in the ensuing conversation to assuage most of my doubts on that score. She evidently believes she is some kind of 'streaming personality', and 'doesn't do this sort of thing that often' - standard lines, however true in part they may be. There began what I guess might've become a lengthy discourse on her favourite periods of architecture and (bonus!) poetry, if I'd wanted to hear any of that. Reader, I did not.
The next annoyances were her inability to remember how long the booking was for, at what time it started and would therefore end, and, staggeringly, to be able to calculate the basic arithmetic of her bill of fare - a very straightforward time & rate calculation, and one which, naturally, most prossies know off-by-heart: not our Lyra, though. She further confused herself by misremembering my arrival time, trying to upsell me (see below), and calculate what all of this would amount to. She seemed reluctant to accept my account of it being [X minutes x Hourly rate], and felt she had to take ask her flatmate for assurance it was correct. I hid my lack of amusement, but savour the telling of her dopey dip-shittery now.
EventsYou'll see that her profile offers Bareback and Unprotected Sex up front - for clarity I'm not averse to this under the certain circumstances, and shan't be taking or entertaining grandstanding objections to it, other than to say, whilst there are such occasions for me, this was not one of them. I oftentimes opt for someone who I can feel assured is prepared to liberally indulge in some penetration-free slip-sliding on me - and that's why I chose Lyra.
I'll say this about the cavorting that we had- once I'd eventually liberated her from the restrictions of her corset- it was all rather enjoyable as far as it went; though mostly on the strength of her appearance and attractiveness to me, as opposed to any great application of effort or skill on her part or mine. At my request, she mounted my chest, the better than I could appreciate the sight of her shaved pudenda. A note on which, she has a slightly unusual condition thereabouts- I'd say it was something akin to vitiligo- at any rate, the outward characteristics are similar enough, in that parts of the skin on her outer and inner labia were a strikingly bright pink, in haphazard local patterns and in contrast to the surrounding skin. Peculiar, but since a thorough look produced nothing of concern, not off-putting. Off went I to the races. There was some brief reciprocation from her, followed by some w/s, on me, thence to the rubbing I so enjoy and was there for.
This was all going well enough, her astride me; me behind her and, at last, her prone and legs invitingly agape under me, but here I have mixed feelings - not at the sights or the invitingly tempting sounds of her encouragement - we all, I assume, love to hear a young woman repeatedly urging us to take them, to fuck them, and to say 'I want you to raw me and fill me with your spunk',
'I want it dripping out of my cunt' - all this was very much to my liking, and would that more would say the same. But what
was off-putting, over the next half-an-hour of what I was content should remain only me teasing myself (and her), was the several accompanying re-attempts at upselling, mid-flagrante, viz-
'It only costs an extra £000';
'I normally charge x to cum inside me'. Again, I'll stress that this is no faux-outrage from me at the dicey proposal itself, rather just the unbidden and pitifully clumsy huckstermanship. Anyway- congress concluded, satisfactorily, some while after, with though I do disapprovingly recall that she demurred on a request for a second bout of OWO on me.
There's one other thing that's worth recounting: in another, less irritatingly disorganised and ditzy appointment, it would probably have been quite amusing that mid way through, her flatmate knocked at the door and asked if she could use the adjoining bathroom, to take a post-breakfast dump. As it was, it was the occasion for another belated check that her flat-mate had got Lyra's hourly rate right and to clarify what her additional charges for unprotected sex were. Double not-impressed.
SummaryLyra several times afterwards told me that she was on heavy medication for a long-term medical condition (unelated to sexual health), and that this explained her 'out-of-it-ness'. I partly accept this, but for a number of reasons, I also think she's a very poor organiser, partly a result of her youth (c. 26-28) but mostly the lifestyle she chooses and social circles she moves in. She's attractive and appealing in lots of ways, and if she approached her business more seriously and respectfully of others, especially their time, there'd be more to commend her for and this review would have every chance of being an enthusiastic positive for her. Whilst I enjoyed some frolics over the couple of hours in her company, this was not £500 well-spent by me. I'd be more ambivalent if the price had been £300, which, relative to others in her field, is more in her range and skill-set.
Oh, and I should say that she'll think nothing of hitting you up with unsolicited messages for 'contributions to her health' and 'naughty pics of her- only £25, tee-hee!' etc. Yaaaaawwn!
ConclusionI shall not be returning, and can't advocate that you trouble yourself to enquire after an introduction to her either.