Subtitle: The sort of punt that can put you off for life 
External Link/Members OnlyI’m not really sure where to begin with this one. I guess the bare facts: I paid £120 for an hour, but her official price is £180 an hour. Don’t pay full price, she’s not worth it. Location was a hotel in north Cambridge. Her pictures are accurate. She has a lovely body. She’s probably over 40 but in good condition.
Getting down to the nuts and bolts, I had first seen Faye a few months ago, when we had a great meet and seemed to get on well. The one thing I would note though is she had offered to go bareback, which I politely declined. I had looked out for her return to Cambridge and was recently happy to see her profile back in the city. I tried calling her but she’s not keen on picking up the phone and ended up sending several generic texts telling me about her services, so it was clear she didn’t remember me. Eventually managed to speak with her on the phone and she remembered me. Good stuff.
I called on the morning of the meet and again couldn’t get through, but she texted and we arranged a time. Got near the hotel and tried calling. Again no answer, but she eventually texted to see where I was and told me to enter, go up the stairs and she would meet me there. I texted to ask which floor but no response, so I went up the stairs and there were doors in either direction. I wasn’t sure what to do so looked down both corridors and eventually spotted her walking towards me. She handed me a key card, told me to meet her in the room and then walked off in the direction from which she had come. I got in the lift, went to the floor and walked down the corridor. I thought I saw a cleaner hanging around outside the room so I was a bit wary and was surprised to find the door open already when I got there. I was worried the cleaner was in there but it turned out that Faye had got to the room before me by going some other route. Kind of weird but OK. She seemed to think I’d been lingering in the corridor for some reason, but I hadn’t. We had a quick chat and got down to business. She told me she’d been on holiday. I asked her where she’d been but she pulled a face as if I’d asked her something outrageous. Not a good sign, but okay. I picked out an outfit and she went to change. She looked lovely and everything seemed to be going well, but as it transpired later, she hadn’t taken this very well.
She gave me a BJ interspersed with some RO, and then we fucked with her on top. All very enjoyable, and covered. But things went sour very quickly, and I’m still not exactly sure how.
During our first meet she had been very chatty and had mentioned some details about her private life. It had been a natural conversation and stuff that I wouldn’t repeat to anyone. During this second meet, she again dropped some personal info, for example saying she was going to a sex party that night, and that she used to work here and there. After I had come, she mentioned some more personal info, so as part of the natural post coital conversation I asked what I thought was an innocuous question about the sex party. Her tone changed in an instant. After volunteering all this information herself, she had suddenly decided that I was acting weird by asking questions about the info that SHE herself had shared with me. She went offside so quickly that I have a feeling that she may suffer from mental health problems. She was clearly irritated and disappeared to the shower, so I got dressed. I hadn’t paid her yet and wasn’t sure how much to leave as she had mentioned a discount for regulars at our first meeting but I couldn’t remember what she’d said. She then started to say I should have just come in, fucked her and fucked off and not asked so many questions and acted “weirdly” in the corridor. Hmm, okay. I was completely dumbstruck. I’ve never experienced this level of miscommunication before during a punt. She said she couldn’t give a fuck about how much I paid her and I should just get out. She then spewed a load of invective and accusations that my texts had been weird and I’d acted weird by not texting her when I was downstairs (I had in fact tried to call her but she hadn’t picked up) and by asking her how much her discount was as I couldn’t remember (apparently forgetfulness is a hanging offence with her). I put down the money on the table and grabbed my coat. She threatened that she had security next door so I shouldn’t try anything. Seriously unhinged. We had had such a good first meet and this second one just went pear shaped very suddenly, and I’m really unsure how. I am always polite and try to be genial and respectful with WGs and I had exactly that attitude during this meet.
It goes without saying that I won’t be going back, and I’m going to exercise extreme caution from now on. That is if I continue with this hobby. This lady is either unwell or incredibly dim witted. Please exercise caution if you decide to take the plunge with her.
