Every now and then I have an Asian moment, I am filled with lust and hope. Invariably 60 minutes later and £150 worse off I am overwhelmed by disappointment.
Donna was par for this course. Slightly damp, dark depressing bed sit with shitty shower and perfume foody smell, the apartment was busy but not homely. Met by a tired looking Donna with a dressing gown hiding a tidy petite figure in matching over worn underwear.
An awkward embrace as we sized each other up. She probably thought great another middle aged chap and I thought great another mid thirties, bad skinned sad Thai bird.
Post shower we went through the motions - bit of a snog but no real passion, grope and a feel, some 69. Actually sweet pussy and this was the best bit, munched away for the first twenty minutes. In a hurry to bag me up and get on with it. Tossed her around a bit and went through the positions but it was pretty soulless
No real connection or passion. I was trying to smile and laugh but all a bit forced. Spunked in the bag after 30 odd mins, cleaned up then she put on some shabby onesie and offered a half hearted massage. I can manage two pops usually but at 45 I have to be up for it and motivated. The atmosphere, the girl and my mood didn’t provide the stimulus. Bailed after 50 and had left slightly depressed.
Perfectly nice girl but no real spark, not particularly sexy but didn’t really do anything wrong therefore the neutral. Was about 4pm just before Xmas, maybe she’d had a late one the night before!
