External Link/Members OnlyPreambleThe anticipation of visiting a new city has a charm unto itself. So many facets to explore. Its landmarks, quirks, food and drinks and for a punter. The usual bevy of beauties to sample. For me it has been a ritual to immediately get that last one checked as soon as possible. More often than not, this has resulted in some rather poor and expensive choices. Yet somehow ending up in a megapolis like London, I never egged myself on to visit the local RLD. The reason being an unreasonable attachment to the city I just migrated from. Too many memories created in a short span of time that I did not have the heart to leave. So in order to wean myself away, I started searching the usual haunts like Adultwork, PN and the likes to find for a place to squirt.
Setting the stageIn a punting career spread over a smattering of cities across the world, every one has its punters who have visited London at some point of their lives. Almost all of them recommended one thing. LMP. Researching about them was an experience in itself as it delves into some of the hedonistic parties one can imagine. So you can gauge my disappointment when I read about them being shutdown. Instead it has been replaced by the more muted affair known as Phoenix Club. However, reading about the Phoenix Club, looks like it still had the remnants of its illustrious predecessor. I might be wrong but I guess the same management was at the helm of affairs and it has soon made a name for itself either due to lack of a competitor or due to a good menu of ladies to chose from. Either way, it has piqued my interest in trying one or two of their famed parties. Calls were made on the day I wanted to visit, a reservation was jotted in my name for an evening slot and I waited for the time to be appropriate to make a trek to that place.
The ExperienceA couple of journeys on the tube led me to the Paddington Station directly opposite to the Hilton Hotel. From there it was supposed to be a short walk. However my phone failed me on giving me a network signal. Being new to the city, I did not want to take a chance and hailed a cab and gave him the coordinates to the place. Dropped me right at the door where I was greeted by an Asian who asked me whether it is my first time here. I nodded and she gave me a quick short tour after I took care of securing my valuables and changing into a comfortable robe. I quickly showered and was escorted by the same Asian to the first floor where 3 beds and other basic necessities (condoms, wipes, lubes, etc) were strewn around with other patrons being pleasured by the hostesses amidst them. The Asian asked me to get comfortable on the bed and then proceeded to give me a CBJ. Never been a fan of CBJ and did not build up too much of a liking even if Peace (the Asian's name I managed to elicit between foreplay) was trying her level best. At the end of it, I slowly lost interest and released her to another patron who was banging her from behind while she was trying to pleasure me.
I took a small break and partook in some of the refreshments on hand and sitting on the sofa apparently clueless about the proceedings. Barbara, the main hostess for the night perceived the same and invited me to her space and asked me to lay down and started to work on me. She cleaned me off and asked for my preferences. I stated the same and she immediately went on to work on me with a OWO. That's where the magic lay for me. Sufficiently aroused, some more lube was employed to bang her to completion. Somewhat relaxed, I took a moment to scan the room to see how diverse was the room. It had the usual suspects of a typical orgy. An Asian for that exotic taste, a bombshell where most of the guys converge for a turn with her, the aggressive one who will be balancing 3 guys at once, the one who will be with a single guy for an extended session and the hostess who will be overlooking the whole rigmarole ensuring that no punter is left behind.
But all that pseudo-psychoanalysis was blown away by gentle chiding by the little brain who was somewhat emboldened after the initial nerves were settled. From that moment it was somewhat a blur of activities that involved multiple BBBJs and shagging in an alternate fashion. What was heartening to see was that nowhere there was any kind of discrimination or indifferent behavior, something I was accustomed in a different city for a similar city. Even if the session was for 2 hours, I found myself deeply content after 1. 5 hours and therefore made my way to the shower down the stairs. After the shower, got dressed and was ready to leave.
ConclusionWhile paying the hostess (160 £ for 2 hours) I managed to notice a couple of things. First, a guy was still pleasured by around 3 ladies even in the dying moments of the orgy. Second, I noticed a rather tall and cute lady by the name of Emily with a clean shaven head who was not part of the proceedings. Made a mental note to experience both of them. Got both wishes fulfilled in the next party I booked with them. But that story is for an another day. But for now, it seems I can somewhat tick off a box in an invisible bucket list.
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