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External Link/Members OnlyCost: £120 for 1 hour
Venue: house on mixed residential/commercial street off Sherwood Rise, Nottingham
Summary: Very fit SP but dishonest, lazy and arrogant - very limited offer contradicting what was advertised, with extortionate extras. Left after 30 mins and would never see again.
The detail: I’m a fool. However much criticism I have read over the years about Romanians, what do I go and do but ignore it all and book a Romanian. I suppose the trouble is my own fussiness, a weakness that is never going to change unfortunately. Of the 150 odd SPs listed in my filtered search for temporary heaven in Nottingham (I’m being a bit sarky), less than a handful appealed. Trout lips, fake tits, fake tans, turkey teeth, fat, ugly, tattoos and/or stupid money expected for trout lips, fake tits etc. etc. So it’s a toss up between Thais listing bareback or this Rom who I very much liked the look of, and who seemed to be offering a decent menu for a very good price. TGTBT? Big fat ‘yes’ as it turns out. To compound matters, prior to this I had turned down the offer of an afternoon appointment with Chanel at CC - the time didn’t work for me unfortunately. Not just a fool but a total lunatic. Regrets, I’ve had a few…..
So, comms with this SP started three days before the day in question. The responses to my texts were sketchy and unhelpful ie. not a single basic question answered. I should have quit on that basis alone but lust isn’t rational is it? On the day itself she was typically late in responding, and went an hour over the deadline I had set for myself to abandon the idea. Idiot! Arranged a time and she eventually sent me a postcode, which happily wasn’t a huge distance away and was in familiar territory.
Parked up at a well known German supermarket in the Sherwood Rise area. Didn’t fancy parking on the street the SP had given as the location, for reasons of security. Once I let her know I was on the street as she had requested she gave me the house number. The venue was an unkempt small 1960s/70s-ish terraced house. Knocked on arrival and she let me in fairly promptly. At first sight I was very pleased with my choice and after taking off my shoes and exchanging pleasantries we headed upstairs. The house itself was dark and messy but I didn’t pay too much attention. The room she led me to was a cramped spare room with a double or maybe three quarter bed, crammed with random stuff, serviceable but hardly conjuring up a sexy vibe.
The SP was dressed in a matching two piece sports bra and tight-fitting shorts. After the paperwork was sorted she just lay on her side on the bed, still clothed. Not knowing quite how to proceed I just started taking off my clothes, so she then got up and quickly took off her two-piece. I thought I’d lucked out when she revealed all. I thought she was totally FAF: Great body, slim and very well toned without being skinny or over-athletic, all beautifully natural. Small pert tits, a B cup at most, with lovely nipples, perfect shapely arse, tanned/olive skin, long slender legs and a very smoothly-shaven, gorgeously tidy pussy. One of the best looking pussies in memory, and I’ve had the pleasure of a fair few in my (long) time. Facially she was attractive, again all natural with no make up - not drop dead gorgeous but certainly above average imo. Deluded me thought I was in for a proper treat. And then it started heading south from there on in.
While we were both standing I went to suck on those lovely tits and she instantly pulled away. “Not allowed” she said. I was taken aback at this. Just before this I’d asked how much anal was and she replied “£100”. Seriously? I’d brought an extra thirty quid - hahaha. How much for OWO? “£50”. I told her that I’d pass. “You could do bank transfer, treat yourself”. Yes of course, dear, I’ll just add on another £150 and bring the total to £270 and pretend I’m in London while I’m at it. She asked what I wanted so I just said massage, blow job, sex in that order. “No massage” Eh? You’re kidding?! All of this had killed my mood a few times already and we’d not even got down to any business. A little exasperated and wanting to try and turn myself on I offered to give her a massage. I just thought with some bodily contact things might develop naturally. She got on her front and I started at her ankles and worked my way up. She enjoyed it. Her arse and pussy were a tremendous sight, and as if to acknowledge that fact I kissed her arse cheeks, just twice and would have continued down to her pussy, but instantly she acted like I’d committed some major crime “No kissing!” WTAF?! I was kissing her arse not trying to ram my tongue down her throat or rim her! So I then straddled her to work on her back, with my cock and balls just gently resting at the top of her arse crack. Again, crime of the century! “Is that your cock touching me?! You are not wearing condom! Everything must be safe!” Oh man. My cock was nowhere near her fanny. So I then went back down to her ankles and this time when I got to her arse I opened her legs a bit wider and started gently stroking her pussy - wow, no objections, amazingly - so I then licked my finger to give a bit of lubrication. Call the cops! I’d merely stroked the outside of her labia not shoved a finger in, but she totally went off at the deep end about this, and I just thought what the fuck is going on here?!
So, time for her to start actually earning her fee, I lay on my back and she applied a condom to my semi, ie. way too soon, and started sucking, although I was not in a great mood by this point. Now this was good in fairness, proper sucking, good use of tongue and going full length very now and then, no attention to balls though, of course. I was starting to relax and enjoy it, apart from her berating me for gently thrusting in her mouth, and had only just about got hard when she more or less insisted we started fucking and got on her back. I would rather have continued with the bj for much, much longer, but by this time I gathered she was just going to do as she wanted so I might as well go along with it. Sigh. She guided me in but then kept her hand on the base of the condom as I started fucking her. FFS. This just killed it stone dead for me, and I pulled out. It had just been one thing after another and I was getting pretty pissed off now and just lay beside her on the bed. I think she even turned her back on me! After a minute or so I just thought, fuck this I’m leaving, so got up and started getting dressed with thirty minutes still left on the clock. I was just too angry at all her bullshit and couldn’t see it improving ever. I wasn’t going to calm down enough to enjoy anything either.
Just for the record I was and am scrupulously clean, well groomed, respectful, slightly overweight but not remotely obese, and facially fairly easy on the eye, so I was not the issue here.
What annoyed, or rather incensed me, was that all the stuff I had a reasonable expectation of receiving was listed in her AW preferences, admittedly with a caveat in her profile along the lines of “some things are extra, please enquire” You wouldn’t think a basic massage or merely touching and/or kissing her body was an extra surely?! Worse still, she’d actually stated in her original text response to me that, in her exact words, “massage body to body, 69, sex different position, lick pussy, blowjob” would be £120 for the hour. She’d been overly chatty from the start to the point of prying and being cocky and irritating, very much coming across as a bit of a princess, and as I was dressing she was babbling indignantly that it was clear what was on offer and what was extra from her AW profile. Absolute bullshit. Being angry, I didn’t have the presence of mind to confront her with her own text to demonstrate that she was a total liar, but I’m extremely doubtful it would have made any difference even if I had. It crossed my mind momentarily to demand half the cash back, but no doubt her pimp/boyfriend/minder may well have been lurking somewhere so it could all have gone badly tits up if I had.
I left pissed off with her and pissed off with myself for persisting with making the booking when there had been too many doubts before even getting to the front door. Maybe I’m a bit too naive sometimes. I can see the business model now: lure the punter in at a cheap price then persuade them to pay for extortionate extras. Maybe it pissed her off that I didn’t? Who knows, maybe there would have been some other kind of con with the bank transfer too? It was such a shame as, physically, she was very hot and right up my street. Damn! I’ll put it down to experience. Maybe for someone wanting nothing more than a covered bj and a quick fuck for 15 or 30 mins she might fit the bill perfectly, but that’s not generally my thing and I wouldn’t trust her either. For me, a definitive negative for the dishonesty and the lazy, arrogant attitude. Lesson learned.
