External Link/Members OnlyOr for a closer look at the horrendous mug:
External Link/Members OnlyThis was my first escort several years ago. The pics she's using now are the same pics from way back when. I met her over Birchplace chat and the cost was £60. A seedy flat above a shop somewhere on the outskirts of Manchester just outside Ardwick.
I mean, come on, just look at that face, she looks just like Dee Snider! The eyebrows are pencil-drawn on at 70 degree angles, ffs. In my defence, I was younger, horny, and desperate to dip my toe in the tranny waters.
So we arrange for 10pm. I'm 20 minutes late because I got lost (the days before satnav) yet when I parked up and called her she said she wasn't ready and kept me waiting another 30 minutes. I didn't see anyone exit the flat so she didn't have a punter. She opens the door and I see a thicker jaw than Eric Stoltz's in
Mask and even in the dark I could make out acne lumps and bumps under pancake-mix foundation. But alas, I swallowed the red pill and discovered just how deep the rabbit hole went.
After climbing the stairs to what looked like Buffalo Bill's UK hangout - shit everywhere: rubbish papers, junk, animal cages (and the musty smell that goes with them) and, literally, shit (animal droppings) - she took me to her bedroom where she kept me waiting another 10 minutes whist she fannied around in the bathroom. The bedroom was full of pics of her in boy mode with her partner (also male). This is not a good way to get clients in the mood. It's clear she's a man and I'm doing my best to ignore this fact so seeing pics of her sans makeup is not helping. Let alone with her partner.
She joins me, in ridiculous platform heels to match her equally ridiculous makeup, and starts telling me that her partner is away and they have an open relationship. There's zero chemistry and the only thing keeping me in situ is my desire to seal a tranny deal and my desire not to end up as another of Buffalo Bill's victims.
Now, when we see tgirls we want some cock action - otherwise why else go to a trans escort? She clearly didn't approve of being played with. When I asked if I could touch it she shrugged and said 'if you want to' and despite being very saucy over BP chat as to what she's gonna do with her cock, she now tells me she's passive. I didn't want to kiss her freakish Desperate Dan-esque face so I undressed, whilst she lay there like a dead fish, and she eventually reached out with her muscular arms and started wanking me off.
In spite of her, I was hard, so she handed me a condom and I went at it. Being my first time, I struggled a bit, like trying to use a shoehorn with your non-dominant hand, but no sweet words of encouragement or masking her annoyance with dirty talk. Eventually I slip in and I hump away, holding myself above her uninterested body, as I wanted to avoid contact as much as possible. I shoot my load and try to make conversation, out of nerves and embarrassment, but she didn't wanna know and abruptly said she needs to get to sleep. We walk down the shit-covered steps to the front door where I take a deep breath of the night air in sweet relief that I made it out alive.
