1 Greens Court Soho Walk up LF Louise
theres a pattern in my Xmas contributions to this hallowed forum. I am a grinch, a miserable prick this time of year. Childhood trauma, social expectations I cant fulfil, the weather, staring down at the Jan/Feb slump in my drafty bedsit who knows. I just don’t like it.
But my cock seems to not by effected by such existential concerns and as the saying goes youve got to feed the beast.
I was feeling nostalgic and despite the much eroded capacity of Soho to sait said beastly desires I needed a walk up.
Greens court - the dirty steps the smell of stale fags always takes me back to old London. The smily mixed race maid welcomed me in - it was “Louise” - who turned out to be a jolly banter filled 30/40s well worn in London girl. TBH short of the maid saying it was “Steve” or “Jimmy” who i could hear being rigorously smashed in next door I was going to stay - even if it was crazy Angela.
Me and the maid chopped it up as only two London underclass types can. Grief over loosing your nan, cheap holidays, Christmas prezzies for your kids etc. I felt safe with her, comfortable like I was back in my teens hiding from the horrors going on at home in the cold pissy stair way of some run down post war estate. Those were the days…
I could have staid with the maid but the smashing ended with a moan of pleasure and in short order the door swung open and a dischevelled posh foppy cunt in a Montclaire puffer staggered out. Only the mandem or posh ski type cunts would rock a montclizzle in the west end. what a cunt.
Lou appeared shortly after Mr Fop-and-Such had said goodbye - she was in a santa outfit, candy cane stockings, braided hair, minus a few notable front teeth. She was positively effervescent - so excited that christmas would soon come. How I wish i could share in her joy.
Usual routine we went in, heres the menu, ok £50 for to fill her mouth and stocking plus “a tip for my lovely maid” who frankly i would prefer a cup of tea and a cuddle with than putting one in the back of Lou’s net. But hoe-hum.
I de-robed as the giggled next door. Lou came back I was on the bed cock as limp as an LGBTQ handshake. She quipped “alright babe let me give you the kiss of life!”. Top banter. She sucked really well took instructions used her false nails to good effect tickling my salted peanuts. I was hard, she lay back pulled her legs open and said “and my pussy is nice and tight babe”. Wow! slipped in, she pulled her legs back, moaned and I jogged over the finish line. As the saying goes I was only competing with myself - no need to put my back out for the win.
We shot the shit about the state of punting, the closures in Soho and the state of todays young people. Lou was def man, or should i say “person” of the match. she thanked me for visiting and told me she does, Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday double shift.
I thanked her for knowing how to play this dastardly game of ours, she was flattered and i was off home for a well deserved early bath.
