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So there I was, standing to attention as she pulled me down on to her having sucked and effortlessly popped the rubber on. I tried to concentrate on an even stroke but all I could think about was the pittbull-like dog downstairs guarding my shoes that I had been told to leave on a mat.  Were my shoes ok?  Was Rover sniffing and drooling on them?  Was he pissing in them or chewing them to bits?  Would I find in 20 minutes time that I'd have to walk back to my car in the rain just in my socks?  How would I explain to the boss in the morning that my one pair of black Clarkes shoes were unwearable and I had no choice but to wear my trainers or the cheap crocs from Lidl but I would try to get into town and buy some new shoes as soon as I got paid but couldn't until the 24th of the month because I had blown £80 on a brass?  Would I also have to explain that I was limping because I had trodden on a broken bottle in my stockinged feet and sliced my sole?  Would I have to explain that my arm was in a sling and I had a broken arm and couldn't see what I was doing because my radius, ulna and specs were broken having crashed my car the night before because the mixture of soggy cotton with a 9% polyester mix and the rubber on the brake pedal of my now scrapyard sentenced car were not ideal bedfellows?
My bedfellow's voice brought me out of the reverie "What's wrong darlink, you no like?"  Mr Varicose had become Mr Floppy.  Like a Daily Mail journalist I made my apologies and started to leave.  When I got down stairs Rover was on the sofa and my shoes were fine. 
Fucking dog owes me 80 knicker. :dash:

Offline TomR

Similar thing happened to me years ago. Went to visit a woman at her place, she had a
dog downstairs and the mutt wouldn't stop barking. Didn't seem to put her off but unnerved
me and after a while I made my excuses and left.....it was an alsation pup by the way!



Offline NightKid

While the content of the thread might be unnecessary and troll-esque, I can relate to the subject at hand.

It's dangerously easy for me to let my mind wander during punts, instead of savouring the moment, and before you know it ... hey presto, Mr. Happy becomes Mr. Droopy.

Offline TomR

I have been on in calls in apartments and heard someone in an adjoining room and it's put me off completely.
I appreciate that when visiting girls in their homes there are probably people hidden away for their safety but
once I heard a noise it put me off completely and ruined the experience. Maybe I was too sensitive but I was also
concerned about my safety and worried about being mugged.

Offline willmo1

I cant concentrate on a wank when the news is on for some reason.  :D
Banning reason: Leaver

Offline Marmalade

I once asked a regular hottie why she worked in a shit hole. She said it meant faster turnover, people finish quicker. As I scraped my knees on the metal bits in her bed while ignoring the funny smell coming from the dimly lit corner of the room, I had to agree. 

Offline Speedy

So there I was, standing to attention as she pulled me down on to her having sucked and effortlessly popped the rubber on. I tried to concentrate on an even stroke but all I could think about was the pittbull-like dog downstairs guarding my shoes that I had been told to leave on a mat.  Were my shoes ok?  Was Rover sniffing and drooling on them?  Was he pissing in them or chewing them to bits?  Would I find in 20 minutes time that I'd have to walk back to my car in the rain just in my socks?  How would I explain to the boss in the morning that my one pair of black Clarkes shoes were unwearable and I had no choice but to wear my trainers or the cheap crocs from Lidl but I would try to get into town and buy some new shoes as soon as I got paid but couldn't until the 24th of the month because I had blown £80 on a brass?  Would I also have to explain that I was limping because I had trodden on a broken bottle in my stockinged feet and sliced my sole?  Would I have to explain that my arm was in a sling and I had a broken arm and couldn't see what I was doing because my radius, ulna and specs were broken having crashed my car the night before because the mixture of soggy cotton with a 9% polyester mix and the rubber on the brake pedal of my now scrapyard sentenced car were not ideal bedfellows?
My bedfellow's voice brought me out of the reverie "What's wrong darlink, you no like?"  Mr Varicose had become Mr Floppy.  Like a Daily Mail journalist I made my apologies and started to leave.  When I got down stairs Rover was on the sofa and my shoes were fine. 
Fucking dog owes me 80 knicker. :dash:

Excellent post, I love it!


Excellent post, I love it!

+1 I did really enjoy reading that, and i'm not usually into these type of things.

It was funny and gripping.

Offline Jamboney

 
I once asked a regular hottie why she worked in a shit hole. She said it meant faster turnover, people finish quicker. As I scraped my knees on the metal bits in her bed while ignoring the funny smell coming from the dimly lit corner of the room, I had to agree.

 :lol: :lol: This cracked me up

Offline Marmalade


 :lol: :lol: This cracked me up

I just felt the need to write something literally true that might be relevant to punting rather than just entertaining. The address, in case anyone wonders, was 85 Buenos Aires Street, Rio, Brazil. Cost was a bit less than a fiver. Narrow spiral staircase with about 4 or 5 floors of prossies. Floor 2 had some of the hottest prossies but by far the worst conditions. The other floors were quite 'nice'. The place is closed now bit there are similar venues.
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Online RedKettle

I once arrived for a quick and cheap punt with an old regular, emphasis on old, and asked as we went upstairs if I could use the bathroom. She said yes and I opened the door and there was a fat slobby bloke having a dump reading the paper.  I backed out and told her, she said don't worry that is just my son!!!  I was horny and stupid so carried on, but distracted on so many levels.

I get bored from time to time esp when it seems to me a provider is mechanically going through the motions.

After one of the first times it happened to me I started thinking of it as "punter's paradox". A hot girl sucking me off and I was bored and couldn't wait for it to be over with?!

Great new novel from Robert Galbraith. I love the fiction of J K Rowling in her new guise.

......oh sorry, it was a punter on a booking with a dog ripping his shoes.

......very entertaining notwithstanding. Cheers :thumbsup:

I appreciate the forums are for slightly different types of post gents but was interested to see if any other poor sods had been distracted to the point of a ruined punt.  If you're visiting the Czech girls in Worcester wear an old pair of shoes, I shall next time and hopefully my mind won't wander off resulting in money rather than my beans being blown.

Offline Marmalade

I appreciate the forums are for slightly different types of post gents but was interested to see if any other poor sods had been distracted to the point of a ruined punt.  If you're visiting the Czech girls in Worcester wear an old pair of shoes, I shall next time and hopefully my mind won't wander off resulting in money rather than my beans being blown.

Was it a review or just a fun post? I assume the latter from the writing style and lack of a link.

Was it a review or just a fun post? I assume the latter from the writing style and lack of a link.

I've been to this place - there is always some savage looking dog about and you have to leave your shoes by the front door! It's never quite distracted me as much as that though! However, one day as I was being let out of this place the dog made a bolt for it. The girl ran out into the street in her bra and knickers and high heels. Initially I tried to catch the thing then suddenly realised me and a half-naked prostitute were running up and down a quiet suburban road in the middle of the day and I headed off! Still feel a bit guilty about that!! 

Offline Marmalade

So is anybody going to say where it is??????
AW, escort site, newsagents window. We don't need the exact address but town and locality would put some meat on the ethereal boner.

So is anybody going to say where it is??????
AW, escort site, newsagents window. We don't need the exact address but town and locality would put some meat on the ethereal boner.

Well it says above: Worcester! I don't think it's a comment on the place or the girls (who IME are all good and several of whom have been reviewed on here in the West Mids section).

So is anybody going to say where it is??????
AW, escort site, newsagents window. We don't need the exact address but town and locality would put some meat on the ethereal boner.
This is one of the Czech girls in Worcester sure he means them

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A pic to help put some meat on the ethereal bone


Offline Rod trotter

Banning reason: Pathetic little shit threatening Admin that he would get himself banned unless his account is deleted


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