Myriam X Farringdon London
External Link/Members OnlyI had got into a bit of a punting rut to be honest, things had got comfortable (hence my lack of reviews of late!).
In particular Soho’s Italian Anna and dockland’s Kinky Ellie had been more than scratching the itch between my thighs.
Comfort is, however, a double edged sword. On the one hand its familiar, non-threatening and garunteed to hit the spot.
But, like in a long term relationship, familiarity breads contempt, boredom creeps in and one is reminded that the entire point of punting is the variety, the risk, the thrill - that slight tightness in your chest when you are waiting in the hallway outside a hotel room or a prozzie flat, listening to the clatter of heels and the unmistakable rustle that a professional strumpet makes in the seconds before she lets you in to “let you in” so to speak.
Consulting the purple oracle I was surprised how many new, if clearly not exactly “fresh”, faces had graced the London whoring roster. In an increasingly uncertain world and a not-quite-as-open-as-before London there was still a steady global supply of ladies will questionably moral values willing to fence some second rate gash in the capital.
Myriam X caught my eye because she was 1) dusky 2) surgically enhanced in the kind of vulgar slutty way I love 3) close by and 4) suitably economically priced for a man like myself with the financial acumen or Mr Bean and the libido of Charlie Sheen. Some people piss their money up the wall. I fuck, moan and spunk mine up cheap prostitutes.
Some early warning signs flagged up - expensive extras (kissing 20, OWO 30) and a cold phone manner. However I was reassured by the words of my punting brothers who had already trodden her well worn path and given her a steady stream of positives.
Buzzed into a building I had punted in extensively over the years in Farringdon, up in the lift, clatter clatter rustle rustle and the door swung open to reveal a healthy cup of MILF. I had agreed a ton for 30 on the phone but due to a broken cash machine I had to downgrade to 70 for 15. She didnt flinch and remained happy. She was in red soled Loubiton stilts and designer undies, all long black hair, red lips fake tits and a naughty smile. Things were looking promising.
I was already naked and she backed into me and wiggled her ass on my cock as she counted the money. Fuck. I leaned forward, brushed her hair to one side and kissed her neck softly as she closed her eyes and gently sighed. Things were heating up and i was rock hard and while i am usually a foreplay man she had made me want to fuck. I Asked her to fuck and she bent over rubbing her ass on me teasing me even more. I freed her tits from her bra and felt her up. I asked again to fuck and she giggled - I couldnt believe i was cutting foreplay short but she made me crave it. She sat on the bed, rubbered up and started blowing tickling my balls her technique was good. I was practically begging her now, pleading for some cunt to penetrate. She swung herself onto her back and parted her slim, long tanned pins, stilts still attached, to reveal a very meaty looking and inviting fanny.
She slipped me in and it was good, I started to fuck and she took it like the experienced well fucked whore she is. It was hot in the flat and a drop of sweat slipped of my brow and landed on her - she didnt flinch. Wow this was hot, dirty, wanton fornication. I let out a moan and filled the bag with a good few days worth and she giggled again in the cute way she does.
She offered to clean me up but i was too sensitive and I took the initiative and did it myself.
I started to get dressed as she started arranging her next fuck I complimented her on her technique and we chatted.
I was out the door a few minutes over the 15 soaked in sweat and totally drained.
I feel like I unexpectedly stumbled across a real gem here and although £150 for 30 with kissing and owo is steep, even in the current cost of punting crisis, her performance makes me think it would be worth it.
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