I decided, after a disappointingly short abstinence, to have a little blow out recently. Work stresses and accompanying horniness always seem to lead to rash decisions, this being one.
External Link/Members OnlyThe first girl I saw was a regular, and already reviewed so no need to recap. The second was relatively local to the previous, and her profile pictures looked rather swell. Not a huge fan of blondes, but variety is the spice of life so I thought I'd try someone new! The added bonus for me was that she was obviously British.
CommunicationShe was rather lucid and fairly well spoken. I had a vision of her being an airline hostess or bank worker, just hustling for some extra dough, my imagination obviously getting the better of me. Agreed on various acts, attire and 'arrival' quantities. Encouraging at this point.
VenueAt first glance it was a typical flat, from the exterior. On the inside it had, to put it mildly, a lived in look. In fact by my standards it resembled a squat. Call me old fashioned, but to me it's not just the girl and the service that matters. Salubrious surroundings are also conducive to an enjoyable punt. Dirty clothes scattered about the floor, a dirty bathroom and a skunk miasma just doesn't rock my boat.
The girlThis is where the disappointment really kicks in. Her complexion was really poor, grey almost with patches of pimples. Her back also looked like it had had a recent outbreak. Rather too skinny too for my preference, but the overwhelming impression I got was just a lack of proper hygiene. Had a musty aroma about her, and her teeth really could have done with a good flossing/ brushing/ descaling. At £60 for half an hour, she ought to be investing in her appearance.
The serviceNot altogether great really. OWO was extra, no kissing (not that I wanted to really. Her teeth reminded me of the Mouth of Sauron). A self service at home probably would have sufficed really. The encounter was really uninspiring, and when after adding the surroundings and the girl, the conclusion was that I was struggling to maintain an element of excitement. Got there in the end, but it was a bit of an anti climax. She was also on the blob as the Johnny was covered in a sheen of blood. Felt like I just wanted to scrub the smell and the shame from myself after that point.
ConclusionI have no qualms about walking, if I don't like the look or the attitude of a girl. It's my money and I work damn hard for it. So perhaps, I should have just walked and spared the world my negativity. I definately won't be returning. If I can make the effort to shower and keep clean, so should a WG I'm about to hand my money over to. Just my opinion, YMMV!
