External Link/Members OnlyOut of the game for a few years, I recently found myself in an annoying tangle of middle age insecurity, existential doubts and an irrepressible hormone rush. I never stopped monitoring AW for new arrivals (or lurking on UKP for that matter), and eventually the temptation became too strong to overcome... and Denisa Doll was the name of the temptation.
Since I noticed her appearance on the scene, Denisa seemed to me like a particular kind of prossie: she has a number of videos on the internet (e.g.:
External Link/Members Only ) which sort of puts her in the "pornstar" category and clearly show she is 1) young, 2) extremely hot: still her rate (140 p/h) is only slightly more than the average (and less than what other professionals in her league ask). This made me somewhat suspicious, particularly because her various agency profiles show rates in the £250.
Anyway, I called mid afternoon, spoke with someone whom I thought was her (it wasn't) and agreed on a meeting at 6pm. I received a text shortly after, pointing to a place on a main road NW of Wembley Park. I arrived there on time: the flat is in a small building on a very busy road, not too far from a bus stop where a few people were waiting when I rang three times at the door and stood waiting awkwardly... with no one answering.
"This is no good", I thought to myself taking out my phone and calling her. A different voice answered, and seemed puzzled when I said "I am downstairs": "do you have a booking?!" she asked. "Yes! At 6pm!". "OK, give me 10 minutes to get ready, I'll text you". Mmmmmmh, no good, no good: at this point I thought about leaving, but somehow I persisted. I eventually was happy of my choice. It turned out I had spoken with her friend, who eventually didn't inform her of my booking, so I caught her home sort of by chance. Apparently she was... cooking fish, when i called her.
She eventually texted me, and I went upstairs: she opened the door in bikini and high heels, looking as stunning as I expected (although still surprising me for how perfect her body is, and how slim and fragile she looks: she is in her mid twenties but could easily pass for 19), but with a bit of a worrying look: she seemed cold and distant, vaguely bored.
"This is going to be crappy", I thought when taking a shower, and things didn't start too well: for some reason I felt intimidated, and initially was very hesitant in all my gestures. Not sure what it was: a combination of her "eastern" attitude, her perfect body, my being out of practice... made me feel I wasn't able to read her well. I started caressing her somewhat afraid of doing the wrong thing. "What can I do?", I asked, expecting to hear a plethora "don't touch me here, don't kiss me, etc.". Nothing of the sort: she said "just do what you feel like... I'll tell you if I don't want something" with a kind of a sweet note in her voice.
Now, that was better. I started feeling more at ease, although I still felt more stiff than usual when kissing her. "Do you kiss?" "Yes"... "...no FK?" "Yes, yes!" with a tone halfway between impatient and playful. I tried a few things, a couple of kisses, exploring her awesome breasts (she is extremely slim, with a very thin body structure, but still very nice B+-cup, (apparently) natural perfect breasts, but again I didn't feel like I was really connecting with her: things felt a bit awkward, a bit mechanic.
Now, I'm sure a lot of people at this point already categorized this as a "bad punt", but even though I wasn't feeling completely at ease, I still was pretty confident: she is simply too hot not to make even just an imperfect experience worth it. But things got better.
It's when I went down on her that I started feeling I was finding the right note. Was she liking it? If she wasn't, then she started faking right at this point, because my first approaches didn't get the same level of involvement.
I went on for a while, more than usual, feeling every second more confident. I pulled her and asked her to go down on me, and in a 69: things were starting to get really, really good. Her buttocks fitting almost perfectly in my hands, her reactions, her pace, everything felt in the right place. I put her on her back, and started pounding her: not a lot of reaction when I was moving slowly, she started moaning more convincingly when I increased the pace and strength. All without explicitly guiding me, it was clear when she started liking it: she grabbed my arms and held me tight (when she wasn't playing with herself with one of the two arms), pulling herself up a little, following the rhythm and contributing to it.
This was just too good, and I popped in max 3 minutes. We were now 20 minutes into the meeting, and I felt afraid she would just act as if all was over. She didn't. She sat on the bed, handed me a couple of tissues... and looked at me, as if to understand what I wanted next. By now she looked relaxed, more at ease than at the beginning, but still not really friendly. Looking at her, I was still amazed by how beautiful she was, and how well designed her body is, and I still felt somewhat intimidated, as if I risked ruining that perfection getting too close.
But we started talking a little. Where she is from (Romania, although she says she was born in Hungary: she hesitated when saying she is Romanian so I think she knows about the bad rap the category have in these lands), where she usually lives, how much she travels, her movies, etc. I asked about her career as a porn star, and she told me she is not doing movies any more. "Why?" "I don't want to be famous... I'll do this for a year, maybe, and then stop". "Is it hard?", I asked. I don't necessarily expect all prossies to tell me they absolutely love their job, and I wasn't outraged when she told me uncompromiingly: "yes... you meet all sorts of people, and not all of them are nice. With some people I couldn't really make it, I have to make up an excuse. Some others seem nice at the beginning, but during the meeting it gets bad, and I stop looking at them, and forget their face as soon as they leave".
Now: what is a GFE? For some people it probably is an hour where they meet a girl they've never met, and she acts from the first second as if they were in love. That's not what I expect: it can feel good, but it is someone acting. For me, this was the perfect GFE: get in bed with someone because you want to, and it is a little awkward because you don't really know them. Then start talking, and reach a level of connection that you couldn't get with the simple physical act. Then do it again, and you're having sex with someone you know, and it feels like something new has been created.
We went on talking for a while, about London, Paris, summer in Romania, traveling alone and feeling lonely at night. She was cold, and I hug her: she cuddled besides me, looking majestic with her long legs and her slim figure, kissing me and starting to play with my body after a while. Things went naturally to the second round, not because I asked, but because she led them there.
That's where I started giving it to her harder: if I wanted some chance to get to the end a second time in the next 30 minutes I needed to put some effort in it... and I did, and she liked it, showing me the positions she preferred, grabbing the bed, panting hard, holding me tight when I turned her to face me... and holding back a slight expression of disappointment when I had to slow down from time to time not to get a heart attack! She was amazing, there, and I tried hard: that's where being 10 years younger would have probably helped. I couldn't get to the end, and about 55 minutes in (with her never even vaguely looking at the clock) I had to give up. And maybe she was faking well, but I sensed she wouldn't have minded going on for a while...
By the end, she was all smiles: the vague aura of distance and coldness of the beginning had all but disappeared, turning her into a funny, playful, almost bubbly person. She told me a couple more things about her: nothing too intimate but enough to make me feel that she's not only able to give her body to people, but also to open herself naturally and share parts of her personality. Something she did made her look much, much younger, and I told her. She answered "this is what I am, even at 30 I will probably still have a childish side in me" (as if being 30 was like being really old
). By this point I was captivated, so much so that I felt sorry thinking about her next trip: she told me she travels alone, and she doesn't have friends in all the places she goes. "I'd like to go home, but I have to go to Brussels".
I left happy, sort of missing her on the trip back. I guess that's what a real GFE is all about.
