WHO:A mid-20’s Polska who’s been working for a couple years now. Currently under the name “Lovely Emily”, previously as “LovelyEmily106”.
External Link/Members Only Salutes to all those who have
previously reviewed Emily
PHYSICAL:
The AW profile stats are pretty accurate … slender blonde, sz8 with natural 34A. To add my impressions, I feel that 32A would be more realistic. Her midriff has thickened somewhat but she isn’t disproportionate, just not much variance between torso, hips and thighs (ie. Her body is like a tube). She is approx. 5’5” in height.
WHAT: CURRENT RATES:
In: £70/hlf – £90/3/4hr – £110/hr – £150/1.5hr – £200/2hr.
Out: £150/hr – £200/1.5hr – £250/2hr – £700 o/n. (Hotels only)
NB. She currently has a Holiday season promotion on, with £10 off all rates, even 15mins, during lunch hour, ie. 11am – 3pm. Good marketing.
SERVICES NEGOTIATED:
Aware of her reputation as cold and distant*, I emphatically requested a “warm” GFE, with kissing and OwO/ CiM. Talk about pushing my luck
Prompt response back to confirm the requested time was available. I asked if there were any extra charges I should be aware of. CiM = £10. She then sent a post code. Followed by the full address closer to the appointment time.
HOW: All conducted efficiently and in a professional manner via SMS. No attempt to be charming/ hospitable/ the long-lost girlfriend on Arctic leave, etc.
THE MEET.
This happened a few months back. I’m posting now as I prefer to leave some distance/ minimise any possibility of identification.
*As noted above, previous reviewers have remarked on how Emily lacks the “affection” gene. One crucial aspect, no matter how ephemeral, to a successful GFE meet, I would suggest. It’s for this reason that I had her in the much-ignored B-list of my HL for over a year. And then she posted some new pics and Little Brain took it upon himself to bypass my previous reluctance.
To this day, I still don’t know why I thought, “new pics equate to an improved service”. But the price was right, and I fancied a convenient snug fit.
I arrived, having just spat out the mouthwash in the stairwell by her flat. She met me at the door and led me to her room. Sparse, functional; rather like her conversational skills. No amount of weak jokes and inane small talk would budge her. She simply wasn’t interested in playing the game. I handed over the funds, she was back quickly and my hands started roaming over her dress whilst our lips… well, I can’t say they locked in passionate embrace. It was more like attempting to kiss a wax dummy in Madame Tussauds, and not understanding the lack of reciprocation. God it was miserable.
Figured it was best to get on with the undressing and down to business, then. Motioned her towards the bed as we continued to stroke each other and ‘play-kiss’. Uncovered oral, reverse cowgirl then missionary, in which she continued to stare blankly at me, keep her lips closed whilst emitting these dreadful fake squeals. It was almost farcical.
I was so sure that Lil’ Man would bail on me for putting him through such humiliation. Thank goodness the CiM option was there and had been paid for. She got to work and this is where she earned at least some of her fee.
That said, she didn’t seem to know what to do with the load. I knew she doesn’t swallow, but she just unleashed it back onto my shaft after my torso had stopped twitching. Quality, or what ????? !!!!!
TAKEAWAYS POSITIVES: Quite good oral technique. It’s too light, but she likes to drool her spit on the shaft and does that humming vibration thing. It feels great.
Nicely formed pussy. No extraneous flaps, but tidy. And tight. Oh, yes…
These two aspects prevent this review from being a Negative.
NEUTRALS: She didn’t smell fresh. I mean her body overall, not intimate parts. Having quickly noticed that she probably hadn’t showered that morning, I didn’t venture any further.
Her inability to open those lips whilst kissing. It was bizarre.
She needs to figure out what to do with a client's ejaculate, ffs
NEGATIVES: Nothing that particularly stood out as unacceptable behaviour.
CONCLUSION: Emily seemed tired. Tired of life; or her life as a prostitute. She’d do well to have a long think about how suited she is to this work. Nobody can feel good about scamming a measly £70 just to keep living in London. Where’s the self-dignity