Hot Sexy Wife:
External Link/Members OnlyThe broad: petit, slender, with long strawberry blonde hair, some tattoos, trim waist, booblettes. The kind of face that's not been blessed by mother nature and looks like it has lived a hard-ish life. She is Romanian and has a good standard of spoken English, though her conversational gambits will probably not enchant. She advertises that she'd be a good dinner companion, but on the strength of what I saw, I have grave doubts. Nevertheless, she's pleasant.
Comms: swift response to enquiries. You will be racially-profiled, and not just as a means to avoid meeting her countrywomen's husbands. Appointment-making and directions were admirably clear and straightforward.
Location & accommodation: Wembley Central, 50m metres to the right of the Tube station's exit. A recently built apartment block of perhaps 10 or more storeys, in still new condition. You'll be asked to ring when you get there in order to get the flat number and take the lift up to her floor. The apartment is rather spartan, but clean, and seems to be for work purposes.
Date: January 2024.
Events: significantly inspired by this thread
https://www.ukpunting.com/index.php?topic=393028.0 and having a thirst for a session with a gal possessing something I could chew on, I'd decided to plump for this one - who'd long been on my 'possibles' list, in light of her evidently appealing bod, skillset (advertised as good company, DT & Massage) convenient location and £120p/hr fee. After having enjoyed a 2-3 year sojourn with some little delights via seeking, and only the very occasional happy-ending massage to top-up in that period, I'd decided it was high time to re-test more conventional whoring, and had this particular toe-dip proved rewarding, I'd every intention of making myself a regular.
TLDR: I can only recommend that you don't bother with 'Hot Sexy Wife' and remove her and any subsequent re-badged profiles from your hot-list.
In his June 2022 review, Aquamanile sees fit to rate her a neutral-
https://www.ukpunting.com/index.php?topic=348065.0 and I find that his experience (and, coincidentally, his rationale for visiting) has echoes enough of my own, for me to vouchsafe his account as truthful. For my own reasons, I shan't be going into any great detail on the events; suffice to say that his descriptions are accurate, so you may rely on his detail where mine might be absent, though I myself take far dimmer view in conclusion than he does.
Points of note :
For someone advertising massage as a service, HSW really has no business doing so. It was an utterly effortless performance, but not by way of a compliment to her accomplished skill, rather... it simply lacked any effort: the worst kind of featherlight, passive and directionless contact. A friendly intimation that more vigour would be appreciated was met with a
'I am not so strong', but, reader, bomb-disposal operatives could hardly be more nervous and ginger of touch than she. The truth is, she simply can't be arsed to do any more than is necessary at the very minimum.
I often find myself taking against those of us who write about their looking for 'passion' in these encounters, especially where it's a first visit or the mission, from the outset, is a straightforward P&D. How, I find myself asking, can we reasonably expect passion of someone who was a stranger to us only minutes before?
But I do know what they mean - some well executed, sweet little lie, that helps us ease our way into losing ourselves in the moment; or failing that, at least some craft and effort enough to make the mechanics of it work smoothly and easily. I found none of that here, worse yet, like some clueless (but also charmless) clunking virgin, each minor adjustment of body and position was met with a puzzled expression, audible surprise and a long pause, as if to consider whether the act of moving a leg a few inches to the right, was in fact humanly possible... and a general demeanour of 'what kind of crazy man would want to do that anyway?'. Whatever momentum we might have had was thus stalled on each of the few occasions I shifted, and the whole thing began to become an exercise rather than a joy of experience.
Oral (w/o) was given less than half-hearted, and sex came accompanied with the kind of novel bewilderment that may make sense from, say, a sexually inexperienced and squeamish nun, but which is just downright bizarre in a supposedly seasoned sex-worker.
I rest my case echoing Aquamanile's observation that she is that thing we all detest: a clock-watcher. Yes, of course, we have to respect their time, and the need to prepare for the next customer. Nonetheless, without disclosing particulars, I'm quite sure that I was well within bounds here, and that she'd simply decided it was all too much effort for her, and clocked off far earlier than she should. I was unsatisfied.
Summary: The best that I can say is that this lady has good communications, she keeps her working apartment orderly and clean, and looks after her figure - for all of which, in a world full of scammers, deadbeats and fatties with appalling hygiene, she should be at least faintly congratulated. But in a world which is also full of charming and accomplished hotties, whose efforts and skills nourish us, and make hours seem to pass by us in minutes, HSW is offering thin gruel with a sour manner, and in consequence, can't herself expect easy reward or comfort.
Conclusion: per the title - 'Hot sexy wife' is nothing of the sort, and is a pish-poor, low-effort slacker. Swerve.
