i love a plastic slut. A human barbie fuck doll, one thats got a gamut of sexual experiences paid and unpaid, a girl with more miles on the clock than a used Ford Mondeo. I love it, it really does it for me - reading the reviews before the meet, checking their content, building a picture of how and where they have been shagged. Also, to my mind theres little worse than a shy timid prostitute - Ive tried to coax stories and dirty talk about of many a harlot over the years sometimes to be met with resistance or even hostility “er, why do you want to know what I’ve been doing?!”. I am always respectful and never push but come on, I, and many others are paying for your “time” we may as well embrace it. Thats my take on it anyway, take it or leave it.
So whats all this waffle got to do with Billie Blows? Well she is a woman that celebrates being a hedonistic bohemian slut, an erotic muse, a balls to the wall professional whore. And I love that. I had followed her reviews and content for a while:
External Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyBut our swords never crossed - we were both too busy fighting brutal degenerate clandestine campaigns of sexual liberation in different theatres - clearing the world of oppression one grubby trench at a time.
Today was different - “they” had put us both on the same deployment and I wasnt going to let this opportunity to fight shoulder to shoulder, or more accurately face to crotch, go unfilled. Comms were easy - the fee of £80 for a blow and go was reasonable. It was quite funny that she rang me while I was in a pretentious brunch spot and I had to whisper “blow&go” into my phone while mere feet away from sour faced woke hipsters. This did, however, add to the clandestine, Tom Clancy vibe.
Coordinates set to an address in Aldgate, cash extracted, I raced off to the insertion point, doing my best not to raise suspicions, keeping my radar signature low behind enemy lines.
Standard covert opps behind the door business, her tits already out with those perfect nipples. once inside it was on. Clothes off, on the bed she was gyrating showing me her trench system that has been the death of many an enemy combattent, pushing her tits together. I complemented her look and she said “oh you like dirty little sluts do you?” oh fuck yes, i surely do and i told her. Her oral skills are all that and she took instruction very well and worked my ICBM like the threat to global stability it is.
However, I had to hear more dirty talk and told her so, she really really went to it and yanked my nuts as I gooned away until tracer fire briefly filled the sky.
No rush on the way out, decent debrief and I was gone, melted away into the crowds with no one the wiser of what had just taken place.
I would go back, and I would stay for longer, I could listen to her war stories for hours.
