No. 118333 - Published 28 Oct 2014
Basement flat a few minutes walk from Baker Street tube station. Easy to find, easily accessible by numerous bus and tube routes. Great central location. Safe and discreet. Inside, the standard-size double bedroom was clean and comfortable, though a bit cluttered, with a large double bed in the centre and a sofa, and other furniture. Bathroom en suite. No mirrors.
Dear (who also goes by the names Chelsea, and Haru, on other agencies) is a sweet Thai girl. She is taller and curvier than I expected her to be. For some reason I thought she'd be tiny, only about 4 feet 10 inches tall, and less than 6 stone weight. In reality she's probably around 5'3", about average for TGs, and quite curvy, bordering on chubby, kind of similar to Mercedes (with enhanced breasts). She is the girl in the pictures, but they've been photoshopped a little. She speaks English well, conversation was certainly not a problem. She was chatty and talkative throughout the booking. She told me that she used to do this work back in Thailand. Not as a bar girl or go-go girl, but exactly like this. TGs can look between 5 and 10 years younger than their actual age, and even more, so it can be difficult to guess what their real age is. Dear is probably in her late 20s or early 30s.
Oh dear! Okay so this was just okay. Not great, but not terrible either. Dear is a lovely girl, she didn't have a bad attitude or anything like that. Not at all. She was dressed as requested, and was very attentive and very sweet, and enthusiastic in her efforts. She was smiling and friendly and engaging the entire time. I just wasn't sexually attracted to her. I suppose I thought she was a bit of a Plain Jane. The sexual chemistry or spark simply wasn't there. We got on fine on friendly terms, but that was all. The moment I laid eyes on her I wasn't consumed by raw animal lust, I wasn't overwhelmed by the desire to jump on her like a salivating beast and rip her clothes off and ravish her uncontrollably, like I am with most of these ladies. She was more like a sweet, pleasant friend of a girlfriend/sister/mate than anything.
It was a hot sweltering day. Dear had a large power fan on in her room, down on the floor, facing up, stationary, not one with a stand which rotates. She said she wouldn't join me in the shower as she'd just put on her makeup. It wasn't a problem for me. When I returned from my quick shower Dear said that we couldn't use the bed for sex, it was too hard or something, so we had to try to use a sort of sofa/armchair type of thing next to the bed. This wasn't the most comfortable, to say the least. Trying to have sex in various different positions was quite awkward and clumsy and cramped. The sweltering, stifling heat, and the sweat pouring profusely from us, didn't help either. We did have sex in several positions, but it wasn't that enjoyable. When I suggested doggy, the setee was so small that we had to get off it completely and I leaned her over the backrest and we continued from there. Having to keep reaching down to adjust the position of the fan every few minutes so it continued to blow cool air on us wasn't exactly enhancing the mood. Pretty soon the erection I got as I undressed her started to die. To her credit Dear made every effort to revive me, with her bum, her mouth and finally her hand. Eventually it worked and she finished me off with her hand as I lay on my back on the sofa/chair, with her kneeling next to me (after I manouvered my head between her legs and began licking her pussy, 69 style, with both my hands clasping her butt cheeks).
Afterwards Dear gave me a massage, which of course was administered on the small, cramped, fooking setee rather than the bed. The massage itself was a bit feeble and lacklustre, and surprisingly short. She asked me did I want a shower before I leave, and I thought 'Wow, the time is up already! Impossible!' I looked at the time as I made my way to the shower and we were still almost 20 minutes inside the time. I returned from the shower, had a little chitchat with her as I got dressed, and left over 10 minutes early.
I certainly don't have any bad feeling towards Dear. I just wasn't 'feeling it' on the day. And she obviously sensed that, so there was no real point dragging things on any longer. It could have been very different if the bed had been available. Then again, if the sexual attraction isn't there, it isn't there. I'm not going to give her a negative, it wouldn't be fair, as the lack of fireworks had nothing to do with her having an attitude problem, or lack of effort or enthusiasm on her part. Quite the contrary. She's a sweet girl and I'm pretty sure many punters would have a good time with her, providing the all-important spark is there.