After an unplanned and unwanted period of celibacy lasting since referendum day when I walked on a munter I drifted off to sleep Monday night dreaming of a nightmare punt….““Yes bb, here’s the postcode, text when u r here hun for the house and flat number”
Text two minutes before designated time, no response, call, text, call again. Ten minutes after time text “Sorry hun, was in shower, house 12, number 4” Ring bell, no answer, people at the bus stop opposite looking at me inquisitively, I call, no answer, text again and 15 minutes after start time she buzzes me in.
The hallway is a shithole, smells of indiscriminate foreign cooking, rubbish all over the shop, random post scattered around, her place is up one flight of creaky stairs.
The door opens miraculously and I walk in, she emerges from behind the door, it’s the girl in the photos but they were taken five years ago and a good few yards of cock ago. Her eyes are dead, fish eyes but the body looks good, even though it’s dressed in cheap black lingerie with a silky kimino number over.
She is dark haired and dark skinned, no more genuine Italian than the pizza joint in Willesden Lane, Romanian to the core but pretty enough to make me stay.
I move in for a kiss, she shies away and offers a cheek, I put a hand on her waist then her shoulder and slide off the robe. My hand strays to her bra clasp and it’s undone in less than a second, years of practice, she stares into the mid-distance as I slip my hand inside her knickers, grope her arse and lazily run a finger over her slightly stubbly pussy, it is wet as I slide in a finger. I place her hand on my bulging cock and she strokes it lethargically through my jeans.
I say, take it out and suck it, she clumsily unbiuckles my belt, unzips me, pushes down my pants and wanks me with as much interest as if she was thumbing through an out of date magazine in a waiting room. I place my hands on her shoulders and push her to her knees, she takes my helmet and the first inch of shaft into her mouth and kind of bobs up and down on it unconvincingly.
Naked she looks good, nice firm tits, small, tight arse, long legs, she smells fresh but her attitude stinks…..””
I woke up yesterday morning feeling incredibly horny but still with no way to satisfy the yearning to unload, no chance until today which at the time felt a lifetime away.
Started a search which led me away from my normal slim EE or British comfort zone towards tits’n’arse Brazilian birds, looks like they are all about attitude and service. Ended up with a shortlist of Tyffani Thais and Brazilian Luma aka Tayla who comes highly rated by a good few serious punters including Brazilian Martian who, if it’s got a South American flavor, indeed a Latin pulse, he’s likely to have shagged it.
Luma is in Wimbledon which is a nightmare this week for obvious reasons and is 30 plus, with a pretty long history of activity whereas Tyffani is much younger, 20 I read, appears to have received less visitors and I have a meeting near Harrods and time and opportunity for lunchtime shenanigans in the area.
Loads of agency girls in that vicinity with daft prices and questionable service levels but once again UKP, the real punter’s pal to the rescue and I find a great review by hardcorebanger of Tyffani, who he describes as a young, enthusiastic Brazilian girl https://www.adultwork.com/3536337
Comms were easy, I texted her and within fifteen minutes we were all booked in and I had the address. I’ve punted in this area before, parking can be tricky but it’s close enough to Knightsbridge tube.
The venue: Lowndes fucking Square no less, right behind Harvey Nichols, the building looked great from my drive by, unfortunately I never got inside the building of the lovely Tyffani.
The girl: It was a risk, right, zero AW feedbacks and only one review on here, £140 pricepoint? Well, there are plenty of free pictures and you get a young pretty girl, big blue eyes, big tits, biteable bubble butt, thick thighs and apparently an attitude that is as good as gold, what could possibly go wrong?
I texted this morning to confirm again and told her I’d text when outside the building for flat number and fought through the traffic, parked up with ten minutes to go and texted for final details, no response, I called and texted and called again, no response and she should be sucking my dick at exactly that moment!
So onto AW for options, there are literally hundreds with a square mile, I have the raging horn, full sack and choose Seductive Pietra who looks awesome but the only info I can find on here is an enquiry when she was working in Derby. She can meet in an hour ish.
Tyffani emerges by text 38 minutes after the meet was supposed to have started, she should have already received her first facial spaffing of the day and be having her arse slapped while being pounded in doggy. She apologized, her excuse was she was working till 6am and was sleeping, I suggested that she organize her diary better and be available for confirmed bookings, we left it at that.
The day has turned out worse than the nightmare, a fucking no show, with Pietra’s seductiveness pull it back from the brink?