A dismal experience, and my own fault. A couple of previous reviews on here would have told me all I needed to know, had I bothered to read them properly, but with a combination of laziness and stupidity I made the booking.
External Link/Members OnlyComms were straightforward, by phone. She was in the place on Tetuan Road used by other touring girls. First impressions were good; very attractive, with sleek, glossy hair and a lovely smile - the only time I saw it - and the same desirable body shape as in her photos. Promising.
But if it is her in the photos, they've either been seriously airbrushed or were taken before she became obsessed with covering herself in ink. I've long stopped being too prissy about a few tattoos scattered about, because they come with the territory, but this was way over the top. Even worse, some of them were a bit lumpy, and I could feel them under her skin, like embossed paper. Ugh.
Not that I could study them all that much because it was so fucking dark in there I couldn't see much at all. There was a feeble bedside lamp, but despite my protests she insisted on leaving the main light off. There's no point getting into a fight over a thing like that, because who knows where that may lead. I suppose I should have walked, but she was still an attractive, exotic girl half my age, and I'd taken my weekly cock-pill, and, well...you know how it is.
She was intent on getting on with it. It wasn't a body I wanted to explore, so I wasn't disappointed when she reached for a condom very early on. I stuck with pure vanilla, so I can't tell you about other services listed on her profile. Her blowjob was ok, but the sex was a dead loss, really. First she wouldn't let me press her legs back with my shoulders into my favourite 'heels to heaven' position, saying she was uncomfortable. Then she stopped me going full throttle, so mish was as dull as it can get.
On to doggie, but even facing the wall mirror I couldn't see much, and my heart wasn't really in it, and by then I just wanted to get it over with. This was sex reduced to nothing more than wanting the physical relief of when it ended, like straining to get rid of a troublesome shit. Mercifully, It didn't take long.
So all in all, a real dud, which could have been avoided if I'd shown any sense.
Topic: Zarasweet, Leicester (touring). (Read 775 times)