External Link/Members OnlyApathy, finances, guilt, there’s a myriad of reasons why my punting has reduced considerably. But occasionally I’m enticed back in hence my recent visit to Aisha.
AW offered nothing of interest so I dipped into VS which had brought me some decent pickings in the past, although also mainly less decent ones.
Aisha was great on the comms. I asked if the pictures were really her and that the list of services was genuine and she confirmed.
It’s obvious that the pictures are not going to reflect reality, but you can normally see a resemblance, albeit maybe several years earlier. I liked the fact that her English was decent and it seemed certain that I was dealing with her directly rather than a maid or pimp.
Venue was a modern apartment block near central MK. Easy and free parking. When Aisha answered the door I should have bolted. She was in a dressing gown, no make-up and shook my hand. I struggled to believe that at any point in her life she was the girl in the pictures, even allowing for filters and make up. If I had to guess her age I’d see mid 30s or older. Made up I think she may have been quite attractive but there was no effort whatsoever. (Note that there is a tattoo on the profile which would have confirmed if it was the person in the pictures. Sadly I forgot to look for it or observe it, probably because I was in shock)
Idiotically I agreed to 45 mins at £100. I asked for a massage first.
She removed her gown to reveal she was in leggings and a top and massaged me fully clothed. When I say massaged, it was a bit of oil and a perfunctory attempt on the back. After 5 mins or so I turned over and she removed her top. Medium sized droopy tits stared back at me whilst she stuck a condom on my limp cock and sucked away. How I managed to get hard was probably down to my period of abstinence. She then took the leggings off to reveal rolls of flab. She lay on the bed and I closed my eyes and made a valiant attempt at doing the deed. Whilst fucking her her phone kept pinging and she was texting anway. Amazingly I managed to come at which point she sent me to the shower and on my way, 15 mins early.
In conclusion, I did not expect the supermodel in the pictures, but I gave her the opportunity to fess up during the communications and she didn’t. I’m a reasonable guy and I don’t like leaving negative reviews, but to make absolutely no fucking effort, answering in a dressing gown, not a spot of make-up, texting during the session and then ripping me off by 15 mins is unforgivable.
And one last thing, she started questioning me about why men do this and why was I there!
Fuck that. (Well actually, don’t fuck that).
