External Link/Members OnlyA rhetorical question has been running through my mind for the past hour or so: how does one measure the success of a punt? I think I know the answer. Or rather, both the answers. First, the complete absence of anything other than a feeling of sheer happiness and elation. Second, the complete absence of a single element which could have been better. That rare confluence of fortune and fucking came to pass this evening.
Back at home a few hours later writing this after a good meal (no alcohol) and a little time to reflect, I know one thing is certain: this was one of my best punts. Ever.
Before I start on the reasons why, I want to preface this review with an odd statement: Porsha is not the best looking WG I have ever met. Nor does she have the best body of any WG I have ever met. Whilst she is (to me) a beautiful girl with a cracking body, she isn’t supermodel material. I’m not actually happy to write that, but it’s true. It’s also the best thing about her. Porsha is so fucking down to earth, friendly and accommodating I still can’t quite believe it. Think of her like this: the service and attitude of Maggie21 combined with the personality and sexual proficiency of Emily Crème Brulee. All just 5 minutes from my front door. But with an added something. I’m still not sure what. Perhaps it was just simple, good old-fashioned chemistry. I do know one thing though: that je ne sais quoi was lightning.
There were was no chit chat, no foreplay and not a moment was wasted of the 80 or so minutes I was there. It was sexual from the first minute to the last and I felt totally at ease in the company of this exquisite young woman.
The Good:Porsha never made it onto any of my Hot Lists. Nor had I planned to see anyone today as I have a long-standing duo booking tomorrow afternoon. I literally stumbled across her profile on this thread this afternoon:
https://www.ukpunting.com/index.php?topic=40465.0 I had to meet her. Less than two hours later, I did.
To my surprise (having read the reviews + no green light), comms were exceptional:
19:48: Dobry wieczór Porsha. Are you available tonight? I’m 5 minutes away so anytime is fine.
19:50: Hi X, I’m free now so you can come anytime.
9pm at Chelsea Cloisters it was. There is no issue with the naming of this location as it’s both well-known and simply a working venue for Porsha. She lives elsewhere – the same arrangement as Emily.
I arrived on the dot and wasn’t even that excited to be honest. Another day, another punt and I had failed miserably to save my special love juice for the two special ladies I am meeting on Tuesday. But as soon as Porsha opened the door and I saw her beaming smile and pretty face, I was as happy as a pig in the proverbial. I wanted to be intimate with Porsha the moment I saw her. That was just how the meeting started and ended.
My arms were straight around her trim waist and her arms were over my shoulders and around my neck – as natural and devoid of confusion as two magnets coming together. It was like hugging the girl you lived with during your student years but secretly always wanted to fuck. It was like being reacquainted with an old friend. Then the kissing started. The most full-on, sexually charged and erotic kissing I think I have ever enjoyed with a member of the opposite sex. Tongues galore and it was extraordinary how we teased one another and became ever more passionate.
Then the fun started.
Porsha ‘scissored’ my stiff cock between her legs as we were kissing and there it remained – throbbing – for the next few minutes as she used both her adductors and her vastus medialis to gently wank me off! It was insanely erotic and felt amazing. So much so that I’m tempted to use that most beloved of punter clichés now: ‘what happened next will stay between us’, but fuck that .. here goes:
Porsha literally pushed me onto the bed and my cock and balls vanished faster than a fart in a thunderstorm. She had DT’d the lot without a hint of gagging. Meanwhile, she was gently running her delicate nails up and down my inner thighs and using her tongue to tease my bollocks. Heavens above! I had to keep stopping her as I wanted to kiss her so much and each time she obliged: full-on DFK with my hands unsure what to grab onto: her shapely DDs, her tight rear or (more often than not), her soft and sweet face. We laughed and played so much whilst actually having sex as her blonde hair kept getting in the way as we sucked and fucked. A welcome diversion then arrived as Porsha showed me just what a pair of DDs can do with a cock. Leaning over me, she slid my cock gently between her chest and slowly fucked it with her airbags, Brooklyn Blue style. It was sublime as it meant we were able to DFK whilst my knob was getting thoroughly Polished.
Here I must back up a little and return to the topic of sucking: Porsha loves to be eaten out. I don’t just mean she likes it a lot, I mean she writhes and squirms and then she totally lets herself go. She came so hard she had to forcibly stop me from continuing. I felt every tingle and aftershock as my fingers were deep inside her. It was incredibly erotic and both Porsha and my hands and face were soaking wet. That didn’t stop her from insisting we resume the DFK though. Even though I asked if I could go and clean her heavenly cum from my face, she simply replied: “I love the taste of my pussy” and fucking licked every drop of her juice from both inside and outside my mouth!
Next up was Porsha riding cowgirl as I held her balloons and boy does she know how to buck a bronco. She was forward, backwards and then so far backwards was cock was almost pointing to the floor as she bent the fucking thing so far at an angle I was in danger of needing A&E. But she knew exactly what she was doing and we just fucked and fucked … and fucked. Then we fucked some more. It was a total fuckfest and I didn’t give a fuck about shooting my load. Quite the opposite: I was so aroused I feared it would be impossible to climax. I need not have worried though …
As if that wasn’t enough, the highlight of this sex-filled encounter was the finish. After an hour of full-on sex, I was close to exhaustion after so much fucking and Porsha was slowly beginning to wilt somewhat. Even with the window open and a cold breeze, it was boiling hot. So Porsha grabbed some lube and began a Lola Bell style handjob. Brilliant control of my bursting shaft and over-inflated balls. Then she surprised me as no other girl has
ever surprised me: as I bucked upward to shoot my load, she literally sucked me off to CIM as if our lives depended on it. Every last drop. Then she continued to suck gently as if my cock were a babies feeding bottle. She simply wouldn’t stop until there wasn’t a drop left. I felt like my hot spunk was liquid gold as she craved it so much. It was mind-bogglingly filthy and erotic.
The Bad: N/AThe Ugly: N/AFinal wordsI cannot believe I had never met this girl before tonight. Particularly as she has been living in London for eight years and working on and off for the past few years. Years of filthy, cock-numbingly good sex and genuine companionship and laughter have been missed. I can’t praise Porsha’s attitude or her service provision highly enough and yet again Adultwork has led to me a true superstar of a WG. Tonight I was spoilt beyond belief and I’m still way past satisfied as I approach the conclusion of this review.
But before I do, a final observation:
It would seem that the key to the gold service standards of the Poles I have met recently is one simple ingredient: a work / life balance. Neither Maggie, Emily nor Porsha live where they work. They don’t even live close to where they work. They completely separate their real life and living environment from their work life. That appears to pay great dividends as I have continually received superb service from the Polish WG diaspora despite being just an average guy in pretty much every way.
Though it’s easy to see the attraction from her pictures, Porsha is truly something else. She is unbelievable good fun and was totally dedicated to providing whatever I wanted (or she wanted) in the way of filth. This was not a girlfriend experience, it was the real deal - we got on famously and overall this was a punt to rival ... no to surpass … Emily.
Yes, that Emily.
PALS Rating Scale (0-40) + Value (0-10)P - Personality
A - Attitude
L - Looks
S - Service
SexyPorsha - 10/10/8/10/9 -
47Emily Crème Brulee - 9.5/10/9/10/8 –
46.5Hot Teen Fuck - 9/9.5/10/9.5/8 -
46Dee - 9/10/8/10/9 -
46Maggie21 - 9/10/7/10/9 -
45Brazilian Mel - 10/9/9.5/8/7 -
43.5Adele4U - 9/9/7/10/8 -
43Sweet & Kinky Nicole - 8/8/10/6.5/10 -
42.5Vanessa$ - 9/9/8/9/7 -
42Lola Bell - 9/9/6/9/9 -
42Brooklyn Blue - 9/9/9/7/7 -
41Girlfriend Dior - 8/7/7/9/8 -
39All-time Hall of FamePandora - 10/10/10/9/8 –
47Sylvia - 8/10/10/9/10 -
47Nicole Foxxx - 10/10/9/9/8 -
46Chantel - 10/8/9/9/8 -
44Jessica - 8/9/10/9/6 -
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