AdultWork Profile: External Link/Members OnlyThis was my first time with a WG, so I was a little bit antsy. Little did I know I needn’t have been; Natalya opened my eyes to the ways ‘consummate professional’ could be interoperated.
Pre-meet: Comms were pretty straightforward — sent a few texts to organise a time to call. Got the address after said call and confirmed the appointment on the morning of. Booking later confirmed on AW after the meet (£250 for 1 hour).
Location: Prominent hotel near Queensway Tube station.
Appearance: Photos match her AW profile. Natalya is petite and lithe; a Franco-Russian beauty that looks like she’s been carved out of marble. She was wrapped in an insubstantial pink lingerie set for our rendezvous.
Meet: I was greeted at the door of a room on one of the upper floors of the hotel and welcomed in. I handed Natalya the envelope while I took a shower. I was told to keep my socks on for the encounter, as she has ‘a thing about feet’. We started off with some DFK which was heavy on the F side of things (no bad thing at all). She then proceeded to lie on the bed and gave me some of the best head I’ve ever had. She took all of me down her throat to my balls, which she gently lapped with her tongue.
I asked if I could eat her out, which she graciously accepted. Her pussy is clean and completely smooth and she either genuinely seemed to enjoy it or was putting on a marvellous show. After I’d had my fill she rubbered me up and we started off with doggy (her self-professed favourite). She was okay with me gripping a handful of her hair for my pleasure. Switching to missionary soon after, I asked if she was fine with me grabbing her by her throat, which got the green light, too.
Cowgirl followed and I asked her to speak to me in French (I don’t speak it, but love the way it sounds) which she politely obliged. Switching back to missionary for a while, a brief moment of panic ensued when I noticed that I’d suddenly become gloveless. Understanding the situation, Natalya then went on to produce said glove from inside of her, like a perturbed magician scrambling to pull someone’s pet rabbit out of their hat. I quickly found myself on the receiving end of an inquisition into my sexual history and STI status. After giving her all of the assurance someone who only 40 minutes prior had wandered in off the London streets could give, we continued the evening as planned with no further qualms — which ultimately ended up with me finishing in her mouth as she knelt down against the wall starting up at me.

She briefly disappeared into the bathroom while I lay on the bed collecting my thoughts. We chatted for a spell before I took a post-coital shower and got ready to head back into the dark of night.
Abstract: A great first meet by all accounts — safe to say the genie is now very much out of the bottle...