There are times when we ask ourselves what the fuck we are doing. Today was one such day.
Felt a touch frisky so decided to have an impromptu session. No research, no girls I have seen, no hot list. Just google and my libido.
Five minutes later I was booked in and was on my way to the well known building in South Ken. Sat on the train rattling towards what was meant to be a top hour. Seriously what could go wrong. I have had an exceptional run with regulars and new girls, each experience better than the previous. Did I tell you, the pics look great!
So I arrived on time. Girl opened the door. Doubt she was the girl in the pic. Good body, poor English. Place was a dump.
I should have walked...
Handed over the money. 130 for an hour, full service. Was told I was short. Was trying to raise prices. Reminded her of the prices on her site.
I should have walked.....
Quick shower, but it's bust.
I should have walked.....
Service begins. OWO, kissing, RO are all extras.
I should have walked....
Had a massage, hand job, OW and a very poor quality shag. Oo oo, you so big...
I should have walked....
Summation, beyond I should have walked... it got me thinking how good my past experiences have been. How much I have enjoyed things and how good many of the women I have met have been in recreating an illusion of intimacy. Seriously the gulf is immense between the good and the terrible, I can't stress this enough.
Though I am filled with self loathing for going through with it (yes I should have walked) I know I can't check out of the Hotel California that is punting but I will certainly be sticking with the few rooms I know best (for the time being anyway).
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