Link to this Profile Page using
External Link/Members Only or
External Link/Members Only£100 for an hour of good fun.
As soon as I saw the profile I liked her face, open and optimistic countenance, albeit maybe a little naïve. I love her figure with the large bosoms, soft belly and what turned out to be large hips. The sores on the skin could have been any number of reasons, I wondered about bedbugs and I wish I had not. It turned out to be very innocent and a shame on the impotence of the medical profession when faced with eczema, it is not a lack of hygiene, it is eczema. I am sure a good number of punters have eczema.
As for the dirty socks simple really, and she had not thought about it. Walked her dog and boots were muddy, took off boots and walked in socks and so got them dirty too.
I emailed her on AW as soon as the profile appeared and she sent me her phone number. I could not get away to her area for a few weeks. When I called her no reply but soon after she sent a tactful text about the missed call giving nothing away. A few texts later I had a date, time, and postcode.
A confirmation on the way and then another for the flat number and there I was on a cold morning in a grey Southend suburb not far from the main road into the town. Easy parking by a block of council flats. Clean and wekk kept block, no pong in the lift, good doorbell arrangement. Small flat, evidence of being freshly showered. Dog locked in kitchen and 3 docile cats in the studio bedsit. Muddy boots on the floor from dog-walking. Reasonable double bed. Gave her the dosh and the chocolate, which was warmly received.
She was in a t-shirt and skirt both of which were off before even my jacket, we stripped and headed for the bed while I admired her form, she reminded me of the various paintings of a women before or after the bath by Renoir but her hair was short. She seemed younger than her stated 29 years. We snogged and caressed for ages. She played with mister happy. I played with her. Then I turned her over and massaged her back and my hands went down into her and stayed there, using a natural moisturiser. I fingered her with the moisturiser, quite a few fingers but not the whole fist, it was very sensual. I turned her over again and went down on her, moans and groans and writhing. She played with me gently until I utterly had to enter her. I was on top as I liked the all-over-body contact and nibbled her nipples and thrusted gently until the inevitable long slow climax while we looked into each other’s eyes. A good one.
Cleaned up, chatted, and bye-bye for now.
Topic: Carla of Southend (Read 13108 times)
