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Quoth she:
"My moral in life is simple: you treat me good and (sic) I'il definitely treat you better"But then,
profile talk is very cheap.
Backgroundthe itch-that-must-be-scratched began to make itself known as the train, destined for Paddington, eased out of Reading station. I had a sense that by the time I arrived, it would need urgent remedy and that left only 40 minutes or so to make all of the arrangements. So I'll give Karina credit for a fast turnaround and unproblematic, easy-to-comprehend communications en-route.
LocationSeveral minutes walk from Paddington Station concourse, towards London's own Hooker Alley. The chances of someone on this street not being either a working girl, or a punter pretending they are strolling out for a promenade, must be near negligible. As I arrived at the given spot, there was one of the increasingly commonplace instructions to stand at a certain spot and wave, so that she could get a look at me, and anyone on the street still in the slightest doubt that I might not have been a John, was finally disabused. The door and flat number were then conveyed, to the entrance of what looks to be a cluster of short-term letting apartments, not more than a few steps away from the Days Inn hotel. Once inside, I clambered over the usual mound of unopened utility bills, and was greeted at the studio door by the girl in the current AW profile pics.
First impressionsShe was wearing a light dressing gown, partly revealing a full regalia set-up of fancy-ish underwear underneath. She padded quietly about, head bowed, hushed and with only the smallest interruptions of eye-contact, as if we had both found ourselves accidentally complicit in a manslaughter, and had to discuss where to hide the body*.
(*the corpse of my libido)Her face, to my eyes, is mousey, or hamsterish in character. The current pics show borderline Oompa Loompa brows, but I don't recall them being quite so comic on the day. As I slowly gathered all of this in, standing in the dim-to-dark hallway, I realised that I what had looked perfectly attractive enough on the small screen, did not stoke my ardour in person. Nonetheless, she did have a slim, appealing figure, and that won the toss.
Karina's English was good enough, I think, to be able to make our way through most matters without issue, although those who enjoy a good and entertaining back-and-forth natter might not be too thrilled. Her profile says she is Romanian, but her looks reminded me of Moldovan or Transnistrian girls that I've seen before.
The bathroom, by the way, was a delight - recently re-fitted; tasteful, uncluttered, clean, and with a spacious and strong shower. I later gloomily reflected that my time in there had proved to be amongst the most satisfying of the entire jaunt.
The Bedroom.Again: nicely done, and a pleasant enough space to spend a stolen hour or two up to no good with your paramour du jour... if you've been thorough or lucky enough to ensure that you are with a girl made from
the right stuff.
I gave her a massage: this much I know. She has the kind of body that most of us would be very happy to find ourselves on - although it was marred for my personal tastes by a few tattoos here and there. Most likely, at some point when I'd enjoyed the view for long enough, and had made a respectable 30 or minutes effort to relax her and gently warm her up, I'd have mentioned or gestured to the effect that we'd be moving into a more reciprocal mode. Large, perhaps artificial breasts hove into view for the first time, and were a surprise to me, perched upon such a petite, slim-framed girl. I can't blame anyone but myself, as hers ought to have been evident to me whilst I was scouting her profile on the train, but I much prefer slight-to-cupcake boobs. That said, they didn't in themselves detract, and I'm sure that fans of inflatable entertainments might be very pleased to make their acquaintance.
Action addicts ought to skip this next bit, because I'm afraid I really can't recall a sequence of events; nothing memorable comes to mind, only the recollection of high-hopes being dampened and left for a soggy mess. What I
can recall, is thinking that this lady really isn't skilled in the arts of being a good whore; being sexually hospitable; entertaining; charming; engaging, or any of that good stuff. And whilst I can forgive her for those, if I allow for a mutual absence of any in-person animal attraction which makes such things easier to conjure up;
what really annoys all heck out of me is that she just wasn't making anything like a half-decent effort at all. Clearly, I was eccentric in my belief that, if we were going to spend the remainder of the allotted time together, we jolly well ought to try and make it enjoyable; and she might as well leave a halfway-satisfied customer.
For those intent on detail stuff; these crumbs are all I have to offer you:
DFK: normally such an intense pleasure, I can't recall at all, and I therefore infer it didn't happen, as often the case
á la Romaine.
OWO: lacking tease or momentum, uninspiring.
Riding: that awful less-than-halfway house where she contrived to angle herself to slip the top third in, and not a sausage more.
CIM: her profile lists CIM + CIM at discretion. I have the distinct impression it was swerved, though actually I'm in the unhappy position of being unable to say with any certainty if I actually climaxed or not.
Clockwatching: there was gentle nudging to 'finish' around ten minutes before.
Cost:Her AW rates say £120 per hour, and that seems to tally with memory. Naturally, I do not think this didn't represented good value of any sort.
Conclusion:Looking now, I notice that I broke my own tacit rules of avoiding prossie write-ups which are illiterate, include lots of exclamation marks or where they refer to themselves as being "passionate". I've come to convince myself that these have usually been good contra-indicators of quality; as proved to be so in this instance.
I also note that even on the less than reliable AW feedback, I'm not the first to remark on a lack of effort. I formed the impression that she was there under her own volition, and so there's little scope to let her off the hook. And even if she taking home only half of the headline hourly rate; she should've tried to make a good fist of it.
Nothing I saw that day would encourage me to revisit. Accordingly, I can't recommend that you try a first visit. In summary: she is inadequate to the task, and this made for
a very dull encounter. Boring.
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