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External Link/Members OnlyThis happened just over a month ago. I'd seen a couple of glowing UKP reviews for this beautiful young Swedish blonde and decided to meet her as soon as possible. After several disappointing punts with trans escorts I thought a gorgeous young female with a good reputation was the wise next move. Miss Seduisante – who calls herself Lou-Lou – was rather expensive at £190 an hour, but looked like she might be worth it.
Comms: At 11.30pm on a Saturday night I sent Lou-Lou a message on Adultwork suggesting an hour’s incall at her place in Crouch End, North London, to take place in the late afternoon on Monday. It was 2pm on Sunday before she replied, but after that everything was straightforward, apart from the fact that Crouch End is not the easiest place to reach on public transport. I took the Northern Line to Archway then got a bus to a stop close to her flat. It was dark and raining and difficult to see the house numbers, but after walking past her place and having to double back I got there only three minutes late.
The place: Tiny studio flat in a lovely old house in this very upmarket area. When I first walked in I thought the action would have to take place on the sofa, but when I came out of the shower this had been transformed into a very solid full-size double bed. What with Lou-Lou hanging up my coat and scarf in the hall and me leaving my jeans, jumper and shoes near the sofa, then taking off my pants and socks outside the tiny bathroom, getting dressed afterwards was like a treasure trail.
The girl: She is genuinely, properly gorgeous. Once the action started I almost had to pinch myself as a reminder that this was not a dream... I really was having sex with one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen in real life as opposed to in a film or on TV (or in a porn clip). See the endnote at the bottom of this review for facial comparisons.
However, this was one of those punts where the opening conversation flowed so well that six or seven minutes go by and you think, hang on, I do like talking to this delightful young woman, but I'd been hoping to spend quite a bit of this £190 hour grinding my body against hers.
The action: Pulling her in for kissing and fondling did the trick and we never looked back after that... until a serious mishap occurred just over halfway through the hour. Lou-Lou didn’t take the sexual initiative at any stage, which was a slight disappointment. If I hadn't moved things along we might have stayed there French kissing and stroking each other’s skin all night.
I decided to go down on her first and got her to lie back and open her beautifully slender legs while I knelt on the floor and tongued her labia and then, ever so gently, her cute clitoris. I was fondling her nipples at the same time and she seemed to like it very much.
Next we traded positions and she treated me to some very slow and sensual uncovered oral, followed by 69 with her on top. Writing this weeks later I really can’t recall if I used my fingers in either of her holes and what the reaction was if I did. Too many similar memories with other escorts getting in the way. However, if there’d been any sharp knock-back I'm sure I would have remembered.
I got her to mount me for cowgirl after that. She had a bit of trouble getting the condom on – my tapering erection often causes problems at this stage of the game – but it seemed to be solidly in place as she lowered herself on to me and we began to build a strong rhythm for fucking.
After letting her work her magic pussy up and down from an upright position for a minute or two – while I renewed my stimulation of her large and responsive nipples – I pulled her down into a tight embrace, our lips and tongues locked together, then I really went for it, pounding into her tight pussy as hard as I could while she thrust back at me and came out with all kinds of delicious sighs and moans.
As I neared the point of no return we were fucking with so much abandon that I began to fret about the condom. However, I chased the thought from my head because I didn’t want to stop and I didn’t want the worry to ruin my climax, which arrived moments later in a wave of bliss. As I slowly wound down the pace of my thrusts and Lou-Lou collapsed on top of me, I was almost delirious with pleasure and it's not impossible that she felt the same.
As my hard-on slowly wilted and my rational brain resumed control, that last-minute worry resurfaced. I told Lou-Lou: “Hold on to the condom when you get off. Sometimes it stays inside.”
Yes it did stay inside – but there was nothing for her to hold on to. Unlike other episodes with escorts when the rubber remains in place as a kind of lining to their snatch with the semen safely inside, this one was lost deep within her. And when she did fish it out it was all scrunched up with not a drop of semen inside. Oh shit.
Lou-Lou made quiet panicking noises and rushed off to the bathroom, where she remained for seven or eight minutes. I presume she was thoroughly flushing herself out, and who can blame her. She reappeared with a thin smile.
“Sorry that happened... are you OK?” I asked.
“Not really, but it happened and I’ll deal with it.”
I admire her for being so level-headed. This was in sharp contrast with the reaction of a young Polish escort girl who totally panicked when something similar but less serious happened a year or so earlier.
I told Lou-Lou two things at this point:. firstly that I’d had a vasectomy almost 30 years before (I did acknowledge that pregnancy was not the only worry). And secondly, that the amount of my ejaculate is always very small unless I refrain from sex or masturbation for nearly a week, which was not the case here.
This presented her with a dilemma. Should she believe this stranger when he said he’d had the snip? She looked deeply into my eyes and asked if I was telling the truth. She was not on the Pill for a particular female health reason I don't think it's fair to specify. To be totally safe she should get a morning-after pill as soon as possible. But she knew from experience that the pill would screw up her system and make her feel rotten for more than a month. So was I sure about the surgery and had it been successful?
All I could say was that yes, I would never lie about something so serious, and that I'd gone on to have unprotected sex with my ex-wife for two decades after the vasectomy without her getting pregnant. I’d taken a test many months after the surgery and my sperm count was too low to register. (It took a while for this last memory to resurface and I sent Lou-Lou a text to that effect the next morning. She thanked me for the reassurance.)
As for my own risk factor, I’m not worried. Maybe there was a bit of exposure to potential infection, maybe there wasn't. I've only had a few STI check-ups in my life and I find the wait for results so stressful that I'm always reluctant. In this instance I didn’t think the level of risk justified the trauma. To my knowledge, I’ve never had an STI and there have been no symptoms in the month since we met.
Meanwhile, back in the moment., this happened just over 30 minutes into our time together and it seemed such a serious issue to get around that we were never going to resume sexual activity. But we did stay naked on the bed, fondling and occasionally kissing and having an intense conversation.
Finally, I followed the treasure trail to find my clothes and after a final kiss we parted on good terms. It was a shame that the condom moment robbed me of half of the sex I might otherwise have enjoyed, but in the circumstances I don't really blame the girl.
ENDNOTE
In her Adultwork profile, Lou-Lou says the following:
“I am a tall blonde with full lips and sparkly blue/green eyes, and if you think my body is great in the photos in my gallery, rest assured, I consider my face my best feature. Many call me a head turner, and it is true — the closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you’ve ever seen. I get people (men mostly, ha!) stopping me on the street a few times a day, just to tell me how pretty I am in their opinion and to wish me a nice day. How nice!”
I couldn’t quite see the Michelle Pfeiffer likeness, but I did tell her that she reminded me of this Ukrainian model called Karisha Terebun:
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