September 2024
Before everyone gets excited, she's not back-this happened as above, a month ago, before Tamara seems to have suffered an injury and isn't working currently. This was the visit with which I broke my Soho duck though, so despite Tamara already being well reviewed on here, I'm going to add to another positive review to her list and document my experience for posterity. Having never sampled the delights of punting in Soho, on a Tuesday afternoon, I was feeling brave enough to give it a go. Always have been worried about knocking on a wrong door, etc, so as well as having good reviews, 52 Greek Street seemed the easiest walk-up for me to access in Soho. So approaching the address, I decided to head down the stairs. Having made my way down the stairs, I saw a curtain across a doorway in front of me, and to my right, an alcove that a punter was already sitting in a chair, and also a door beside the alcove. Not long after, the maid opened the door, confirmed it was Tamara who was working and I confirmed it was Tamara I was wanting to see. However, she said she was busy for the next 40 minutes, and suggested the time I might come back at. Decided to take myself off and have a coffee at one of Soho's numerous cafes. With the 40 minutes nearly up, I headed back and was informed that she'd be another 40minutes. I hadn't anything else to do so I just decided to wait at this stage. There was CCTV clocking people going in, if that puts you off, but the maid couldn't have been friendlier, offering me a glass of water, which although appreciated, I declined. For waiting for so long, the next bit, actually being with Tamara felt like a bit of a blur! I probably should have spent a bit more on seeing her for longer, given how long I'd waited, but wanted to sample her first-besides, longer bookings in Soho aren't really the done thing. She was as the other reviews described her, soft brown skin, shoulder length black hair, and wasn't much shorter than me, even after taking her heels off, and was in some nice black lingerie-I'm 5'9, so maybe she was a couple of inches shorter. Nice thick body, and nice boobs, that were more than a handful-not good with sizes. I handed over the 40 quid for the 10mins of oral and one position, as well as the 2 quid for the maid. The room was again, as described by others, dimly light with red lights, a suitably sleazy Soho vibe, with music playing. More instrumental-kinda the stuff you'd manage a massage shop playing, it was that kind of relaxing stuff! When she came back, she quickly lost her lingerie, and we started feeling each other up, standing beside the bed. I soon removed my underwear and I laid back on the bed for some very good oral. Covered of course, but it done the job. When she asked what position I wanted after 5 minutes passing, I told her I wanted her to ride me and bounce on my cock while I could suck and play with her boobs. After about 5 more minutes of that, I filled the bag, and she helped me dispose of the condom as well as giving me some wet wipes to clean myself up. She went back to see the maid while I dressed again, but never got the feeling that I was being rushed out the door or anything, but was conscious of not overstaying my welcome! Said our goodbyes, I thanked the maid on the way out and I walked along Shaftesbury Avenue, my wallet £42 quid lighter, along with my now empty balls, along with a great feeling.
Would I return? Definitely would. Tamara shows that even if you're sacrificing time, it doesn't mean that you have to sacrifice on good service. The hanging around may not be for everyone, I was waiting for near 1.5 hours I guess, away from and at the walk-up, but it was worth it in the end. Hopefully I'll get another experience with her, and hopefully I'll get another experience in Soho soon, despite it seeming like the walk-ups are on their way out-at least according to recent posts in the Soho Walk Up thread.
