Miss Dirty Dolly caused a minor flurry of posts on here when she first popped up on AW. Her profile was quite well organised and all the hallmarks of an independent 18yo girl who certainly talked the talk. Sent her a message to see if she was free at any point over the weekend. She replied very quickly, but not clearly. She said maybe, I'd have to message her on the day, close to the time. Note she clearly stipulates that she requires 24hour notice, but doesn't give clients any such notice. I messaged her the next day and she eventually replied to say she had been out pretty late and may not feel up to it, if i give her a shout later she might change her mind. I did and she said she wasn't feeling up to it. (all comms via AW email btw). At this point I moved on and booked a punt for the following Tuesday.
The next day I sent her a message asking if she would be free, no idea why but the little brain seemed to be running with this project. She replied and said yes, but much later in the day. I said OK. We agreed 2 hours.
Closer to the time i sent several messages trying to determine the location and she finally sent it with 15 minutes to spare (luckily it was close by otherwise I'd have cancelled) as well as her phone number.
We delayed then by 30 minutes at her request (no idea why). I arrived at the location and messaged and awaited a response by camping out a bus stop with a bottle of bubbly like a fucking idiot. Eventually she replied and asked me to try the door to the apocalyptic looking mansions apartment block. Nope. She had to come down and let me in. Few flights up we get to the apartment, passing some putrid stenches and depressing sights that are straight out of a JG Ballard Novel. In We go.
The whole apartment is the size of a hotel room. She has a round light on the side rotating coloured disco lights around the sad little room. We sit on a small 2 seater ikea couch and i produced a bottle of sparkling stuff (i asked her beforehand if she was ok to chat over a drink). She asks if she should get glasses and brings two barely clean tumblers. We sit in awkwardness, her staring straight ahead, i ask if everything is OK. She says UhhHuh with a little smile. I'm wondering were the apparently confident and slightly boss girl from the profile and comms has gone. We sit in awkwardness a little longer and I make some strained small talk. How long has she been in London etc. We then get a long spiel on her horrid past. Thrown out by her mother when she stopped receiving benefits money for her when she came of age and put up here by a "friend" in their council flat which they use once every few weeks. We sip the drinks and continue on. No interaction and I'm trying my most charming patter to put her at ease to little avail. She is clearly very very poorly educated, unaware of almost any cultural reference I make. I ask her repeatedly if she is OK to do this, because at this point I was considering leaving. It was just so depressing.
It would all have been easier, but her appearance wasn't helping. She was dressed in jeans and a cheap top. Wearing glasses with slightly too much teeth and spots. [2/10]. Her body was fine, slightly pudgy but young enough for it not to matter, small boobs [6/10].
I use the bathroom. Good thing i showered beforehand because the bathtub is full of clothes steeping in water (no washing machine apparently).
I have her remove my shoes and jeans. We move to the bed. I don't have much confidence in the hygiene situation but noticed no negative issue but i avoided OWO. I went to kiss and she said no kissing (FK on the likes list). She went down to my boxer glad grown and she excitedly popped up but to say she has a sore jaw so no blowjobs. She demonstrated her clicking jaw. Offputting. I made her sniff for a while then turned her around and she got a rubber and entered her from behind. Nice tight pussy and she seemed to really enjoy it. I did some gentle biting and put my hand around her throat. I manage to last about 20 minutes in various positions, mostly from behind. The sex was fine but lacked the things I like. The kissing, the passion and intensity that so many girls provide.
Deed done i consider leaving. its getting late and I have a depressed state from seeing the other side of the nation and its poor cretinous folk. I didn't have time to say this however because she said she was tired and is it ok if we finish now?
I say yea sure and get the fuck out of this place. Passing as I went past the same horrid smells and noises. As I leave she asks me to do +ve feedback. She reminds me in two AW messages when I don't leave it then asks me not to use her mobile number.
Sorry, this has all been a ramble but the whole thing depressed me a bit and put me off somewhat.