Name: Angelina. Romanian. Redditch B98
Preface: This was one of those days where my innate desire would not be suppressed by masturbating. Having these desires is so exhaustingly inconvenient. I had wasted the previous evening trying to weed through the lies, the false images, the bullshit of arranging payment for services, the punting variables, the protocols. FML. This would be Plan A, little did I know the objective would terminate with Plan D. With hindsight, it was a long day indeed.
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Service requested: 15 minute appointment for £40. Oral and sex. Vanilla.
Venue: 3 storey Victorian terrace HMO. Street parking is busy, I did manage to find a spot easily. On a residential road that leads into the town.
'Let's go': Of course the images are false. "es similar" she said. Poor Hungarians, she's definitely Romanian but hey, it was convenient at the time and if the images were 'similar' then I can buy that. I can walk too, time wasted yes, but no real issue as it was late afternoon.
After parking I text for her number.
"You're here?"
"Yes hunny, I'm here" At the agreed time and considering i'd given her 10 minutes notice of my ETA. Usual story.
She requested a few minutes, I looked at my watch and thought you've got 10 minutes then I'm gone. 6 minutes later, the house number text triggers the adrenaline, I'm about to fuck someone, a total stranger. Let's go.
Im aware of my heart thumping despite the ambient noise of a busy street. I see the number and approach the intercom. My semi erect penis begins to rub its hands together like a tramp presented with a K*F*C 10 piece bargain bucket. As I climbed the stairs the air filled with the aroma of marijuana. She's nervous; a turn on for sure or there's a dope head in the house.
I knocked the door and stepped through when opened. I turned back and before me stood the physical entity 'WTF'
She was scrawny, malnourished with panda eyes. 5' and slight. She wore an off white bathrobe and thick off white sports socks. Her profile typically deceitful by a considerable margin and certainly not "es similar"
The place was a mess with clothes strewn everywhere.
I paused to calculate whether this waste of time could be rescued. The innate devil whispering in my ear "go on, fuck her, it'll be alright, this is what you've come for so just do it, just do it, GO ON!"
"I've changed my mind" I said. Im pretty sure i didn't even say 'sorry'
Plan B then.
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