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External Link/Members OnlyIntro: I went into this meeting in full awareness of The Man With No Name’s
negative review from Glasgow in October 2018 in which he confidently stated that Viviania Fox was a post-op trans woman advertising as female. This was on the basis of him walking in, taking a look at her and walking out again. A long thread followed with much debate about whether he was right or not. That was her only review on UKP before this one.
Well, having had my tongue all round her pussy and clitoris and my cock inside her pussy, and having been wrapped around her soft naked body for 20-odd minutes, I'm saying she's either female, or the product of the best surgeon in the world. I don't claim to be up with all the latest techniques in gender reassignment surgery, but she looked, sounded and felt like a woman to me. And I say that as someone who has fucked a lot of trannies (though they usually had a cock).
However, to disclose all of the facts, there were one or two things about this encounter that could keep the suspicion alive. Details to follow.
Set-up and comms: I only decided to see Viviana after seven or eight female escorts in Newcastle or Gateshead were either not available or didn't reply. She was the only one who answered the phone. Seems that most of them don't work on Saturdays.
Given that I don't have a problem with shemales (though I agree that post-ops should not advertise as female) I wasn't bothered by the allegation in that 2018 UKP review. In fact I was intrigued. And there were enough good AW feedbacks from users with a credible history to make me think she might provide a top-notch experience. Afterwards I thought again. The most charitable explanation is that some of those guys are easily pleased.
We had agreed a 30-minute encounter for £100 in a phone call the day before and I texted to confirm the next morning. That's obviously too expensive for Newcastle but I wanted a punt and I'm not ultra-sensitive to pricing.
Arrival: When I arrived on time at her building close to the Life Centre she messed me about in a minor way. Her reaction when I rang at the exact time arranged was: “Oh, you’re here!” as if she'd been expecting a no-show or a latecomer. She needed five minutes, of course. There are very few punts when this does not happen. I said OK and walked round the block.
Then I got a text saying: “Baby I came to buy condoms. I’m walking towards there now be there soon."
I replied: “Actually I have my own made to measure ones. I don't get on well with regular condoms."
She came back with: “Any.”
I spotted her crossing the road eight minutes after start time and introduced myself. She seemed perfectly happy to meet a punter out in the open. My initial impression in broad daylight was that she looked petite and cute in tight pink leggings and what Prince would call a raspberry beret, but her face was a bit botoxed. Without that old review the thought of her being trans would not have crossed my mind. I followed her into the building admiring the sway of her cute and curvy little ass and thinking: “That's a woman, that is.” Maybe one well into her thirties, but a woman.
Action: Suspicion No 1 was aroused on entering her bedroom. Not only were the curtains closed but she had blocked out all the daylight with paper or card taped over the glass. The only illumination came from a dim red light on the bedside table. I have seen this before when pre-op trans escorts are trying to hide masculine features.
She disappeared while I got undressed. I dug out those made-to-measure condoms, put them on the bed, and she came back looking great in sexy underwear. She told me to lie back and pushed her tits into my face, which was nice. Too much like tennis balls to be natural, but very soft with wide nipples. She liked them being teased, nibbled and slobbered over. Her whole body seemed soft, curvy and feminine.
However, when I came up for air and attempted a kiss, she pulled back at once. Close nuzzling was OK, but our lips were not going to meet even though she has both French Kissing and French Kissing (discretion) listed in her AW enjoys.
After more tit sucking while she wanked me, she scooted south to give me a good blowjob. After a while I asked for 69 and I found myself licking what seemed to be a natural pussy. She responded to clitoral stimulation with moans of pleasure and nothing seemed any different from the hundreds of real quims I have pleasured over the years. As far as I know I've licked only one designer vagina. That one was very strange indeed, but it was more than 20 years ago.
The next move did not go well. After moistening my index finger I pushed it gently against her anal ring. She said nothing but gave a shiver of displeasure and sat bolt upright as if I'd rammed a red-hot poker up her ass. This from someone who has both anal and anal play in her list. I made placatory noises and she resumed 69, but with more hand than mouth this time.
She called time on that after a few minutes more so I reached for a condom. Suspicion No 2 came when she got her lube tube and pushed probably half the contents into and around her fanny. I did not realise this until my fingers felt a thick layer of it while as I tried to guide my cock into her entrance for cowgirl. It also became apparent that my hard-on had wilted and I could not get inside her. She climbed off, whipped off the rubber and sucked me back to life in a very efficient manner.
I got her to put the rubber on for the second attempt and this time it worked. My god, it really felt super-tight in there. Maybe thats Suspicion No 3. I was enjoying ramming her from below while sucking her nipples (and failing in further attempts at kissing) but could feel that I wasn't going to cum. So in the end I got her to climb off, saying I would have to use my hand to finish off. Cum in mouth? Shake of the head (it's not listed). On her tits? Yes.
So I straddled her chest, grabbed her right hand with my left mitt and my cock with my right mitt and did the deed, leaving a thick coating of cream in the valley between her tennis balls. After the usual wet-wipery there were 10-12 minutes left to go but I'd had my fill and went for a quick clean-up. She'd suggested that we relax on the bed but I felt more like going for a pint and something to eat before catching my train south.
Conclusion: So there's the evidence, gentlemen of the jury. To me she was a woman. If she is in fact trans it's undetectable without much more specialist knowledge than I possess. I know that whole issue is a big deal for many guys, but it's not for me.
On the issue of service, I know that some who take a binary approach to scoring would make this a negative because of the services not provided (no, I didn't double-check in advance; I never do because it doesn’t feel right). But I got a fair amount of pleasure from the encounter, she's a pleasant girl to be around, and it feels like a neutral to me.
