External Link/Members OnlyThis was anything but a joyous occasion, unlike my last three visits to the bawdy house on the Kettering Road. I started off in good heart and clip clopped there on my faithful steed Rocinante, my lance pushing at my breeches in anticipation, even the road works with high viz trolls did not deter us.
I took advantage of my early arrival and went for a gallop on the racecourse. It was once used for public executions up to 1818 which were attended by large crowds of 5000 people for the most popular deaths. I hung about for as long as I could. The racecourse was used for horse races (obviously) which were sometimes fatal due to the twists and turns of the course and for entertainments such as circuses, fetes and fairs where local prostitutes were welcome to set up their coloured candy striped booths to hawk their wares within the shadowy secluded interiors. Since then the area has gone down hill.
Now the whores ply their trade in garrets over the takeaways and betting shops lining the litter strewn gutters. So up the stairs I bound for my appointment with Star. Based on my previous experiences with Eva, Sky and Tyler I had high expectations.
Into the room she comes, bearing a cup of tea and I am asked to part with the groats immediately. I move in to embrace her, expecting a long standing cuddle with passionate kissing as we slowly undress each other but NO. STOP. ‘I do not do kissing and not with tongues’. Of course, I could hear my steed neighing down in the street and clicking her well shod hooves and should have asked for my money back.
On to the bed we go. She offers a not very good massage during which she trails nails up and down my back; I go up on my knees and ask her to caress my cock and balls. We move to a lukewarm oral and I ask her to get on with it and she is on top, then I ask for missionary and I am inside her but it all feels awkward.
Then I tell her I am unhappy about the lack of kissing which I need I say to get me off. She says:
I DO KISSING BUT NOT WITH EVERYONE.
I say:
BUT IT SAYS YOU DO ON YOUR PROFILE. IF YOU DON’T DO IT WITH EVERYONE IT SHOULD NOT BE ON YOUR PROFILE.
(THINKS: WHAT IS UP WITH ME? HUH?)
She says:
OK I WILL KISS YOU.
But I wanted out of it by then. Hard work: too much.
I knew if I left there and then I would have to go elsewhere and spend more money.
So I wanked myself off before leaving.
I do agree that Star is quite slim and has a pretty face but with me her attitude was shit. Not in the least sexy or willing.
I was polite throughout and thanked her in the end and she probably thought she had done enough for my 60 pounds. She was wrong.
External Link/Members OnlyThis was anything but a joyous occasion, unlike my last three visits to the bawdy house on the Kettering Road. I started off in good heart and clip clopped there on my faithful steed Rocinante, my lance pushing at my breeches in anticipation, even the road works did not deter us.
I took advantage of my early arrival and went for a gallop on the racecourse. It was once used for public executions up to 1818 which were attended by large crowds of 5000 people for the most popular deaths. I hung about for as long as I could. The racecourse was used for horse races (obviously) which were sometimes fatal due to the twists and turns of the course and for entertainments such as circuses, fetes and fairs where local prostitutes were welcome to set up their coloured candy striped booths to hawk their wares within the shadowy secluded interiors. Since then the area has gone down hill.
Now the whores ply their trade in garrets over the takeaways and betting shops lining the litter strewn gutters. So up the stairs I bound for my appointment with Star. Based on my previous experiences with Eva, Sky and Tyler I had high expectations.
Into the room she comes, bearing a cup of tea and I am asked to part with the groats immediately. I move in to embrace her, expecting a long standing cuddle with passionate kissing as we slowly undress each other but NO. STOP. ‘I do not do kissing and not with tongues’. Of course, I could hear my steed neighing down in the street and clicking her well shod hooves and should have asked for my money back.
On to the bed we go. She offers a not very good massage during which she trails nails up and down my back; I go up on my knees and ask her to caress my cock and balls. We move to a lukewarm oral and I ask her to get on with it and she is on top, then I asked for missionary and I am inside her but it all feels awkward.
Then I tell her I am unhappy about the lack of kissing which I need I say to get me off. She says:
I DO KISSING BUT NOT WITH EVERYONE.
I say:
BUT IT SAYS YOU DO ON YOUR PROFILE. IF YOU DON’T DO IT WITH EVERYONE IT SHOULD NOT BE ON YOUR PROFILE.
(THINKS: WHAT IS UP WITH ME? HUH?)
She says:
OK I WILL KISS YOU.
But I wanted out of it by then.
I knew if I left there and then I would have to go elsewhere and spend more money.
So I wanked myself off before leaving.
I do agree that Star is quite slim and has a pretty face but with me her attitude was shit. Not in the least sexy or willing.
I was polite throughout and thanked her in the end and she probably thought she had done enough for my 60 pounds but it was a waste of my money.
