External Link/Members OnlyWhoopsie, formerly, SilverMonica is well and positively reviewed on here.
Having looked at her AW profile and read the reviews I was intrigued by her. I was strongly attracted to her photos and she sounded like an intelligent, engaging companion. By coincidence, having started to mull the possibility of booking a session with her, I encountered her on the street close to my home. Her looks are striking and, dressed in light summer clothing, recognising her was not difficult. This sighting confirmed my determination to seek a booking, which I duly managed some days later.
Comms initially were via AW, followed up by WhatsApp to confirm my requirements and, on the day, the venue. Knowing the area, this was easy to find!
2 hours. £600.
The day in question was one of those oppressively hot, humid days that London manages so well, so after a morning of meetings I made my way to Whoopsie's premises. As previously described, a conveniently located basement flat, well appointed for the purposes of carnal trysts. Whoopsie greeted me enthusiastically with a hug and kiss that I reciprocated, and then offered a shower that I was grateful to take. When I emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, I found Whoopsie reclining on a sofa, stripped down to a set of very cute lingerie. I very much liked what I saw. She is (to me) very pretty. Tallish and very slim she has long, long legs, small, firm boobs and a host of decorative tattoos (some may find these off-putting; I found them attractive on her as I perhaps would not on many others.
As I approached she gently tugged away the towel revealing my already developing erection. She smiled knowingly and motioned for me to join her on the sofa, where we indulged in some introductory chat, interrupted by mutual caresses and fondling with some light kissing, until eventually silence descended as the intensity of the sexual play increased. Eventually, I stood back to admire her body before indicating that I wished to taste it. I knelt in front of her as she reclined further back and kissed my way from her face and neck, over her breasts and stomach, over what was then at least a very neatly trimmed bush, to settle on her pussy. The cunnilingus was prolonged and Whoopsie seemed really to get into it, pushing herself against my face and grabbing the back of my head to pull me closer. Her hands strayed down from time to time to play with my cock and balls and eventually she suggested 'it's time I did something with this". I assented, and we changed position, with me reclining on the sofa as she knelt and took me in her mouth and fellated me long, slowly and wetly until after quite some time I shot my load.
After a quick clean up and some more chat, she suggested we move into the bedroom to continue. We did so and Whoopsie's skilled hands soon had me hard again. A condom was applied and, as I had got my initial cum out of the way, we settled into a prolonged period of penetration, rotating through a variety of positions, highlighting Whoopsie's athleticism and flexibility (if not mine!), but finishing with me coming inside her in cowgirl watching her small breasts undulate gently with each of our mutual thrusts. Another quick clean up and some more chat followed before Whoopsie suggested that I might be good for another round. I knew that whatever her skills, I was spent in that department for that day, so told her if she was keen I would lick her out again. She was and I did.
And that was that. I departed exhausted but exhilarated and will confess to having been back more than once since.
For those tempted to venture to this part of south east London: there are, as previous reviewers have said, plenty of pubs and cafes close by for post-match rehydration. However, most of the pubs in Greenwich town centre are dreadful, largely because geared to the tourist trade. So, if you are in search of a pint after your punt, head into the backstreets and find one of the more out of the way establishments, some of which are very, very good.
