Meeting with Kgala in Northampton
External Link/Members Only - took place during late last year.
Short version: Half hour meet with an SP I've tried to meet for years. Not quite a positive...
Background: Kgala has been on my "this will happen, honest it will" shortlist for... possibly years. I've had opportunities to visit her - mainly when she has been in Northampton, but Stevenage has beckoned too. A weekend in Cambridge with some time to kill on the Saturday morning meant that I could finally make it happen.
Comms: 5/10 - messaging on AW gets no response in my experience, in fact the messages are rarely - if ever - read. Preferred comms is via call or SMS, so I opted for the latter in the preceding week. It has to be said that communication was... patchy and often contradictory - her most recent review here has echoed this. I send an SMS about five days before asking if Friday night or Saturday morning would work for a meet. Replies might take half an hour, or a day and a half - the longer the wait, the more texts I had to send to get a response. Eventually mid-Saturday morning was agreed, and I said I'd text first thing to confirm that it was still on, get the accurate postcode and let Kgala know my ETA.
Saturday morning came and I fired off a text to check those three things... no reply. I knew the journey length and how soon I'd need to leave to get to the centre of Northampton. The time when I'd need to leave to make the agreed booking time came and went and so... I took a chance, messaged to say I was driving, said I'd be slightly delayed due to having waited for a reply, requested some comms on my way and... set off. I had visions of arriving, sitting in a Costa and being told "Not today dear..."
I set off and - fortunately - along the dual carriageway somewhere west of Cambridge I heard SMSs arrive. Apparently she had overslept - my slightly late arrival wasn't an issue and a slightly more specific postcode changed my destination in Google Maps - I'm glad I checked before parking up somewhere. I arrived, parked (see below for where) and texted to say I'd arrived. The door number was
Location: 8/10 A two-up, two-down a brief hop, skip and a jump away from the Morrison's near Beckets Park in Northampton. Parking is free for a couple of hours. The street itself was terraced, residents' parking only, so the car park was the best option. I walked down the street, counting down the numbers to a house near one end. I knocked and... waited. Feeling like a chip left on Brighton pier under the scrutiny of a street of gulls, I knocked again and eventually the magic door opened and I slipped in (to the door). The house looked sparsely-furnished enough to be a rental and wasn't furnished in the same way as some of the pictures in Kgala's profile.
The SP 6/10 Kgala's (no face) photos on her profile emphasise a few things - her apparently smooth skin, her round boobs and her arse. These all tallied and - as you do when no face is visible - I had imagined what she'd look like. I've read other reviewers say she was really attractive but... for me, I was slightly disappointed. For some reason all I can bring to mind now is her teeth but let's be honest, her AW page emphasises that... well, you'll soon be past them, won't you?
The meet 5/10 A full-on kiss in the hall and she asked me how long I wanted - I was umm-ing and aah-ing between 15 and 30 minutes. We walked upstairs and I asked for a shower - which we agreed would be followed by a blowjob followed by whatever came naturally (stop sniggering at the back, thanks). I was standing at the top of the stairs, she was a stair or so below me and I (half-jokingly) said "You could give me a blowjob here" and she was immediately on her knees, taking me out and stroking me into her mouth. This was all very well, but she had said I should have a shower and... gah, the clock was running. Before I ended up finishing she directed me towards the shower and this is where it went downhill. I quickly got in the shower to find it was completely effing scalding hot and consisted of about three tiny streams of water. After trying to get it to work she came in and looked pissed off that I'd attempted to use it, and left the bathroom. I came out, barely wet and dried myself with the world's smallest towel. There's little or no dignity in walking between rooms with a towel of that size, and once in there with a "well, it's there, let's use it" bed she seemed to back off, kissing was non-existent, and before I could even get inside her anywhere she was saying that time was pretty much up. Well feck this I thought and was pretty fecked off. Whatever mojo I had was well and truly gone
As for the cost - It was about £70 for 30 mins, and I don't know where the time went - and not in a good way. I'm sure she'd be great on other days, but missed the mark on this particular occasion.
Total: 24/40Would I visit again? If she was in the same location as I was, I'd consider it, but I wouldn't travel, particularly given the patchy AF comms.
