External Link/Members OnlyI am leaving London and seeking bawdy houses elsewhere. I am following in poetical footsteps. In 1715 Alexander Pope (not to be confused with THE pope) wrote his farewells.
‘Dear, damn’d, distracting town, farewell!
The fools no more I’ll tease:
This year in peace, ye Critics, dwell,
Te Harlots, sleep at ease!
…and you
May knock up whores alone.
I was in London and let down by my favourite lady. Boo hoo. My sap had risen, so I searched this site for an alternative and, after reading a positive review, went for Talitha of Divas escorts. I enjoy a petite maid and she seemed to fit the cock.
I phoned the agency and within a few minutes I was booked and in no time I was running up the stairs to the third floor flat of a posh Gloucester Road white mansion house. No straw bed on the bare floorboards here. I handed over the one hundred doubloons for a half hour of bliss.
She is very slim, too much for me. I did not find her attractive - subjective I know, as others have but hey ho I was committed and I needed a romp in the sack. I pulled her onto my knees and began to caress her small breasts and tried to kiss her. She pulled away. No kissing. Her phone was on the bed and suddenly it rang. She said she must answer it because it might be a client and proceeded to arrange the next booking while I twiddled my balls. I must tell you siir for me it was unforgivable and it killed the few embers of desire stone dead. I suffered an erotic power cut.
I suggested we move to OWO. She spat on my cock and began to suck on the tip. That lasted around three minutes and then she began to wank me vigorously. I asked her to slow down fair lass and be more gentle. We tried penetration with her on top and in missionary but my cock wilted and had lost interest; warmth and enthusiasm were in short supply.
I have visited Romanian women in the provinces, where I live, who provide a far far better service for half the price but they do not, of course, work in Kensington and Chelsea.
