External Link/Members OnlyThere are certain key ideological cleavages that dissect humanity - capitalist/communist, protestant/catholic, orthadox/reform. And often it is those who are closet amongst whom the rivalry is the most fearce.
This is how I feel about blowjobs. Neck. Ukkas. Brains. The margin between hum drum and life changing is wafer thin yet vitally important. The ferocity, the speed, the depth, the ball play, how or if they tickle your anus - the difference between outstanding and disappointing is tiny yet crucial. These are the debates I had with myself during a post coital trudge through the backstreets of Fitrovia after a meeting with “Lucy” or “Brooke” from sunny Essex. If Yorkshire is Gods own county then Essex must surely be Satans manor, full of over confident bell ends and rough old blondes.
Lucy falls into the latter and to be honest is “rough” in a nice, young, slutty, erotic way. The kind of girl who has the right amount of miles on the clock, who has been shagged hard fast and repeatedly after too many Smirnov ices and a kebab. She plays upto this brazenly advertising as a “black cock lover” and “blowjob specialist” (her words not mine).
She is a charming, friendly, diminutive curvy Essex sauce pot with soft skin, a phat firm arse and plump, full, firm natural tits. So why the neutral? Let me explain.
I was out and about in need of a nosh. I wanted some first rate sloppy toppy and her profile made some bold claims. Fired off an SMS and the deal was done - a 15 minute short let of her soft pink mouth for 80 pound notes.
Entering her classy prozzie digs in Marylebone I noticed a screen across the living room and enough pairs of shoes to be outside a place of worship. Needs must in a housing crisis but still - not ideal - and I saw another punter on his way in to rail her flatmate.
She ushered me into her bedroom - the bed was a small single. I stripped handed over the readies she was friendly, I had a quick whizz and cock wash and readied myself, excited at the prospect of being pleasured. I noticed the bin was full with used condoms and wipes she must have been bent over a fair few times already and it was only late afternoon.
She came back and got down to work and my cock initially felt very good in her mouth. I had asked her to be slow and gentle and tickle my plums but she lacked finesse. Also she kept taking breaks and furiously wanked me. I endured for a bit but due to the cramped bed she couldn’t get comfortable and awkwardly leaned on my thigh. I wouldn’t be able to nut like this to I wanked myself to an intense completion while she kissed me passionately with that busy cock sucking mouth - a nice touch.
I would even consider to go back if I needed a hard fast fuck as I really fancied her and she was friendly and accommodating throughout. But she did not deliver on her promise of gourmet gobby, hence the neutral.
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