This is a tricky one to rate, for one simple reason. An afternoon meeting turned into a drinking session. I was pretty wrecked. So it was a rather shit punt. But I’ve given her a positive, as the booze is totally down to me.
But I will offer a few objective observations, as I suspect this punt might have been a neutral for me, without the alcohol.
I had this girl on my radar for a while. I decided to book at lunchtime for an early evening punt. Good, quick coms. I staggered to Whitechapel – desperately seeking WC’s at every turn – made it to Saras classy place, five minutes from Aldgate tube, despite trying to get into the wrong building for five minutes. (Oh dear)
Inside I was greeted by Sarah in scanties. She’s quite a big unit - which is not usually my body type. Solid, not fat. As I get older, I do find myself choosing skinny young things over the more ‘robust’ body types. Does this mean by the time I am 65 I will find myself in a Cambodian gaol doing time for kiddie fiddling? Trying to buy pre-used wigs? (This is a Gary Glitter joke). Sara has a striking face. Not conventionally pretty, I would say.
I then proceeded to get wood, we fooled about for a bit, then the wood disappeared completely. I don’t think this has never happened before. Even with the most desperate of skanks I can always seem to get it up. I could feel the lust draining out of me. We then fiddled about for a while, I tried eating her pussy, I gave her a massage, she gave me a massage – not remotely erotic, I have to say – I managed to drag the old chap back to life manually, ‘stuck it in her’, and then squeezed one out over her breasts. I then showered and staggered off into the mean streets of Whitechapel.
At one-point mid punt I left the room to go for a wee, took a wrong turn, and opened the front door of the flat. Which opens into a small, potentially busy outside courtyard. I was buck naked. Ah…lol.
Sara might well have been thinking ‘fuck me, what is going on with this boozed up twat?’ but there was a definite lack of engagement from her throughout, and this, combined with her body type and her lack of general eroticism means I won’t be going back. But it is only fair she gets a positive.
But at least I managed to finish. There is still only one punt where I have failed to finish, in 12 years of PFP. “Do tell us more, DW!” I hear you ask…? Dear reader, I remember it well. A brothel called Kiss Kiss Massage on Warwick Avenue. Around 2011. I was in a silly, intense ‘EAS’ relationship with a little Lithuanian hooker, I saw her far too often, this time we talked and talked, I failed to ‘stick it in her’, my time ran out….
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