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External Link/Members OnlyI’ve been punting now, on and off, for just shy of 20 years, some punts excellent, most mediocre and then some haven’t been worthwhile remembering.
This one, with KeiraDavis, which was sometime between lockdowns late last year, was so bad that I had erased the whole experience from memory until she popped up on a recent AW search and I slowly recalled that fated evening and with my best hope that detailing this, will prove to be somewhat cathartic and enable me to once more erase all knowledge of this woman from my memory...
Initial comms were through the AW email system, she was working from Swaffham offering both in and out calls and her responses to my enquiry and request to arrange an outcall to my home to the east of Norwich were punctual, positive and dare I say, very promising. So much so that we agreed to a two hour evening meet and she was happy, willing and able to drive herself to mine. I can’t recall exactly the agreed arrival time, it would likely to be about 8.30, with a view to finishing at 10.30. Everything agreed, 2 hours @ £250 and we exchanged mobile numbers so she could text me en-route and promising g she’d text me when she was leaving.
Travel time from Swaffham to my home is approximately 40mins or so, having not heard from her and the clock telling me it was 8.30 I sent her a text shortly after to ask if everything was okay and what was her eta. No response.
At about 9-ish I received a text from her to say that she’d forgotten her sat nav power cable and it had run out of battery and she had to return to Swaffham to get it and she’d let me know when she was back on her way. Hindsight is a wonderful thing and I really could have told her not to have bothered, but y’know how it is, blue pill already swallowed and I still thought I really wanted to fuck her.
No more texts from her, despite a couple from me to ask when she was hoping to get to me. Shortly before 10pm, her incoming text woke me up, I’d dozed off, she announced that she’d be with me at 10.30. No apology, no sense of remorse, just a short sentence that she’d make it up to me for being late.
She arrived shortly before 11pm, offered me a brief apology and reasons being forgotten power cable, having to find a petrol station yadda yadda, before swiftly asking me if I had any coke and could she use my bathroom. No, I do not have any coke, gave that shit up about 10 years ago and showed her to the bathroom with a fresh towel.
She must have been in there for about 20minutes before returning downstairs and asking me if I knew of any dealers nearby. Physically, she looked quite tidy although certainly not as natural as she eludes to on her profile, facially ok, not a stunner, lots of foundation, wearing a tight lacy top my thoughts were, well, she’s here now, might as well. Apologising for her more than shit time keeping, she said she could only do an hour and she’ll only charge me £150 while she skinned up a joint.
Being the gent that I am and just wanting to get on with it I suggested she lets me ease her travel stress by going down on her. Wish I hadn’t. Yes, she was smooth and shaved and on first glance, quite a tidy, neat and compact pussy, that despite the 20 minutes in my bathroom had a foosty air about it and steadfastly refused to moisten up in any way whatsoever, I do tend to pride myself in my ability for RO and maybe the foostyness wasn’t encouraging me to get too involved, so after a short while, I suggested it was her turn to do me. Jesus wept, another mistake. Despite the effects of the blue boy still coursing through my veins, within minutes she actually managed to reduce my semi to one where my cock was trying to retract back into my body. THE worst attempt at a bj I’ve ever had the misfortune to experience.
Getting up suddenly, she announces she needs a piss and grabs her bag and goes to the bathroom. 10, maybe 15 minutes later she returns, asking me for the £150 and saying that she wants to go get some coke, knowing a dealer in Norwich and then she’ll return to mine and make everything okay.
By this time, I’m reckoning she’s either on crack or smack and quite frankly just want her out of my life. I’m not even prepared to argue the toss about the money, I want this crack or smack whore gone, so give her the 150, tell her that she’s most disappointing punt I’ve ever had and most likely will ever have and usher her out of the house. Her time of departure was just before midnight, the hour spent with her likely firing up her pipe in my bathroom for 35 or so minutes, about 20 minutes talking at me telling me she doesn’t usually do coke but it would be really good if I could get some for her and about 5 minutes of the most unarousing attempts to entertain me, which had the polar opposite affect.
To cap it all, somehow, she managed to turn my bathroom into a war zone, she must have used the hand held shower attachment outside of the shower screen, soaking the room, with a couple of roach ends floating in the unflushed loo, shampoo left randomly all over the basin, bath and floor with all of the available towels also lying in various heavily sodden heaps.
TL;DR: Crack whore, avoid.
