External Link/Members OnlyThis provider was very personable once I got there but this was my career worst punt by a distance.
I arranged an incall for the afternoon on her most recent tour after catching her on webcam that morning. I am not the most assertive of punters so the opportunity to discuss a couple of things I'm into beforehand was a positive sign. She came across pretty well and I was musing the possibility of seeing her on a regular basis if the meet goes well as she tours quite often.
With a one hour session at £160 booked she asked me to call her before sending the address details which I did on my way into town for an appointment. They were texted over reasonably swiftly. I volunteered (it was never requested) on the phone that I'd text her when I got off the tube.
Upon arriving at Canary Wharf later that day it quickly transpires that the supposed "2 mins" from the tube description of her location was complete bollocks and she was in fact more than a booming golf drive down from a nearby DLR station. A 10 min hike at best. Like most of you, I've a knackered out punting phone which is barely good enough for SMS and calls so I navigate using my personal phone and once I was closer, got out the punting phone.
I had a couple of messages at this point, two minutes either side of the hour respectively complaining that I hadn't told her I wasn't coming and threatening to leave me negative feedback on AW. I had booked on AW that morning and confirmed on the phone after. Irrespective of me volunteering to text her off the tube, as a regular tourer she should know getting to and around Canaray Wharf ain't an exact science. Moreover, if her description was accurate I'd still have been a few minutes early despite the Jubilee line. And even then, her tone was a bit strong for 2 minutes past the hour let alone a couple of minutes before.
In hindsight, I'd have done myself a favour walking but as I was literally almost at the apartment I text to say I'm literally almost there. By the time I get to the address, I've had "oh, ok" back so I call and am told to wait downstairs as she's not ready. There isn't really anywhere to hang around without looking conspicuous and three or four intimidating looking (albeit, likely residents) dudes are hanging around the entrance. After an uncomfortable five minutes, I get the call to go up.
Inside, she's friendly enough and definitely the girl in the pics. Dressed in bra, panties & heels, size 8, firm body, reddish hair. The apartment, considering the location is very basic with a pretty tired looking and very low bed. I hand the cash over and ask to use the shower. Obviously I've been spoilt by more (it wouldn't be hard) professional providers in terms of towels and toiletries. Inside the bathroom is a slightly damp towel the size of a belt and a tiny hotel sized bottle of shower gel, the ones you can barely squeeze anything out of. No mouthwash or anything else. It's not the heatwave of a couple of weeks ago but still pretty balmy so not being able to freshen up comfortably after a fair bit of commuting that day put me on the back foot.
Earlier I had requested a mixture of GFE & light domination elements. It quickly transpired that DFK wasn't really on the menu, that she didn't have anything for tie n tease nor a vibrating wand we'd talked about playing with. What she actually packed given the state of the bathroom I've no idea.
On to the bed, her first gambit is a dom service we had neither discussed or requested but I accede to it to get things going. This seemed lacklustre. I had also requested some facesitting which we moved on to next. She was not 100% fresh, with a faint musky odour that had a hint of urine. This will sound daft but I couldn't really tell so kept going partly in some fashion to try and work it out. The facesitting doesn't last long so I wind up giving her oral for much longer as she lays down. Despite the lack of 100% freshness, I kept going with this until what looked like a genuine orgasm. She was at least complimentary of my efforts.
Then it was my turn but at this point, I'm really not feeling the meet at all despite her being genuinely fit and attractive. Normally some decent DFK or some of the themed dirty talk I'd requested pre-meet would work wonders downstairs but I didn't really feel relaxed enough to ask for it (and this was almost the entire point of the discussion beforehand, I prefer those services when they flow naturally). She begins some OWO and hand-relief in an effort to stimulate me but literally has one technique, one speed and absolutely no variation. This doesn't go anywhere. She's quite apologetic, tells me she feels bad and wonders what she's doing wrong. I wasn't sure where I'd even start with that question so gloss over it and wind up just laying there chatting to her instead. She's nice enough, tells me she gets ratty towards the last couple of days of her tours. I start to muse that I've caught her on a bad day.
After a while, I return to give her some more oral to see if anything stimulates below and manage to fashion an erection of sorts with a bit of self-assistance. On with the jacket, I bang away for a few minutes in missionary before completing. She was pleasantly tight but didn't do much. Upon withdrawing I was sternly told not to drip anything on the bed which was a marked departure from the tone of our conversation before.
I return to the bathroom literally to spray myself with some luke-warm water as there is fuck-all else in there. After getting dressed, I find myself chatting to her for a few minutes and she gives me a hug before I leave. This is almost the most enjoyable part of the meet. She's a friendly enough girl but that's not a reason to skimp on the review. I'm out of there almost exactly on the hour despite the delayed start but I wouldn't have gotten any value out of getting my full time either.
Part of me wonders if I caught her on an off day and if I'm some sort of soft southern shite that can't cope without fluffy towels and soap and she's more of a down-to-earth northerner who cares little for irrelevant niceties and will do what she says on the tin if you are more direct about it. That's not me, however and frankly I don't see how she can advertise herself as a GFE if you have to ask for a kiss. There is a yawning chasm between her level of service and most decent London providers, let alone someone like Ellie Rose. The text messages because I received beforehand were OTT (I deleted these, I need to keep my punting phone wiped). She didn't do or even have a bunch of stuff we talked about and I've definitely been with fresher providers. These aspects prevail irrespective of whether she 'clicked' with me. Even the most jaded provider should be able to muster a decent hand job if anything to get you out of the door quicker. Her rates are not in the value range for London. There are a litany of providers much more worth your time.
