Well its been a while since I posted so I thought it was time to share a teachable moment. I have been off the site for awhile just shagging regulars and getting snooty about reliable punts with good sex (when the stars aligned and I could get hold of them, but that's a different story). Still as we punters all know every winning streak comes to an end with a bump and mine just did.
I was getting restless with my two favourite ladies du jour when we all happened to go away on summer trips and I got back first. A chance, spied I to break the usual routine and try someone new. Well whoops, now I remember why I stuck with the known fanny for six months. No drama, merely a cautionary reminder that bad service exists with the good and can come from anywhere. I hadn't had a truely bad punt since spring 2014, so this was over due.
I'm a firm believer in diversity when it comes to punting, since if I'm footing a bill I'm going to try a little bit of everything. So it was that I realised I hadn't been with an Indian escort in six years and decided that needed rectifying. Since I always have a back up in case things go off kilter I also scribbled down a Chinese escorts number, by I find them to be a bit of a crap shoot, so most of my research went into finding a mid-price South Asian lady for a thirty minute test run so speak. Another consideration was distance. If all went well I might have a new regular near by, and I like to have three numbers to call that I know and trust.
My choice fell on Riax of AW:
External Link/Members OnlyIt was a small pool of incall Indian escorts AW's doddering search engine turned up and I liked her profile pictures. A few reviews and long time with the same profile indicated a lady with a solid if not spectacular rep and no drama. Oral was at discretion and no CIM which I didn't like, but it was all up front and I wasn't going for a blowjob. I wanted to see some action! It had been a month and I was ready to scratch that itch. Best of all she was based in Southwark not too far away and answered her phone first time.
Alas it all went down hill from there. Riax directed me to a hotel literally on the other side of London, out in zone four by Wembly of all places. But I was committed so on the tube I hopped and shot off for my 30 minute fact finding trip. I found the right place easily enough and got directed to Riax's room where I met the lady herself, who'd obviously put on a few pounds sine 2009 and did my auto-censored\shower routine to signal ball-playing non-psycho status.
The little weight gain was no big surprise given the age of Riax's profile and she still could have gotten my motor running: she had an neatly trimmed black bush and firm little breasts that looked gorgeous. Tragically I soon found that touching pretty much any part of Riax was off limits. The pictures were just the start as her clothes shot off, we went to the bed, and straight away a condom was on me and a basic up-down blowjob was commenced.
I have had WGs who act like this in parlours, which is why I usually book an escort instead. I like a bit of foreplay but this was a busy woman. Her phone was on continuously throughout the session and went off three times in twenty minutes. After my brief covered bj (evidently discretion was used) Riax realised she basically run out of things to do before sex, so we were straight into missionary. Now, you might expect a starfish here, but that is to underestimate the lady.
I have never had anything quite like it. In a polite way I was chatted to as we fucked, a bit like speaking to a customer assistant or receptionist. Then her phone rang again and she wanted to answer it. Like a gentleman I humped us into arms reach and watched her make a booking with another punter while I was banging away, really just marvelling. This was truely an experience, and if it had been a hook up instead of a punt I would have felt slightly less gobsmacked. Fortunately the month gap, her small pussy, and a quarter tab of Viagra I always bring to a first punt (in case it turns out like this one) worked their magic, but it was the least satisfying orgasm I have felt in years.
As I shot out of there I checked the clock. From phoning her outside the hotel to shooting out of it I had taken twenty one minutes for an hour's tube journey and £80. Avoid like the plague boys.
To console myself I looked up the Chinese escort:
External Link/Members OnlyAs I had feared the place was a knocking shop in a basement with the traditional madam with no English and a random address and prossie. Even more annoyingly the girl was cute but on her period and wearing a tampon. It wasn't my night, so I got hanjob and left, a sadder but wiser man.
