No. 106244 - Published 22 Oct 2011
Review of Amy of London
Details of Visit
| Author: | Stood up by Becky |
|---|---|
| Location 2: | Mayfair |
| Type of Visit: | Incall |
| Date and Time of Visit: | Tue 18 Oct 2011 3pm |
| Duration of Visit: | 1hr |
| Amount Paid: | 350 |
| Recommended: | Yes |
Details of Service Provider
| Company: | London Pussycats |
| Website: | http://www.londonpussycats.com |
| Phone: | 07404696969 |
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The Premises
Very clean, spacious, pleasant area.
The Lady
Slim, beautiful, dark hair, lovely eyes, natural breasts.
The Story
A chance free afternoon and I realised I had a need. The sort of need that can only be filled by a beautiful woman. I browsed the net, stumbled upon London Pussy Cats and dropped them an email. My initial choice was away, but I was offered the option of two escorts, one on the site, one so new she wasn't pictured. A picture followed in the next email.
It was rather tasty. If you like a darker haired beauty, then this one would get you where you live. The definition of pert. The sort of pic that makes you think this isn't real, she's stolen a model's pics.
I ummed and ahhhd. The other escort was suddenly not available. Another pic of Amy followed. Holy shit. I was convinced she wasn't real. There's so much of it about, eastern Europeans with pics so drop dead gorgeous yet they charge 50 quid. A bit of a disconnect. Would she live up to her billing? I was assured she would.
Problem. She hadn't called in and I was on a tight schedule. I hung around. Email tag with the agency; about to give up when the email came saying she was available. 20 mins. 10 mins says I. 15. Ok. I went the long way.
Pushed the doorbell. "please come up, 5th floor". A very sexy accent. Spanish. New to me.
Stairs or lift? Didn't want to arrive sweatier than I already was having traipsed the streets of London, so I took the lift. Darkness. I hadn't forgotten to remove my sunglasses (I checked) so some sort of light switch was needed. Found it. Made my way round to the right flat. Knocked. The door opened to a vision. This girl needed no airbrush. And the smile! Invited in, seated on the sofa, plied with wine and demurely accompanied. Pleased to say I didn't dribble, drop my jaw or blubber. We chatted. I mentioned I was short on time and taking the hint was invited to accompany her to the boudoir.
For an hour, I was made to feel like I was worthy of such a girlfriend. Unpackaging this box of delights was the highlight of my day, week, year even. The most perfect body I have had the pleasure to explore in a decade, applied to my pleasure in ways that bring a smile to my face still. And the taste...
Smile you will. For days. Delightful girl, horny as hell, perfectly equipped for your satisfaction.
I'll be back.
It was rather tasty. If you like a darker haired beauty, then this one would get you where you live. The definition of pert. The sort of pic that makes you think this isn't real, she's stolen a model's pics.
I ummed and ahhhd. The other escort was suddenly not available. Another pic of Amy followed. Holy shit. I was convinced she wasn't real. There's so much of it about, eastern Europeans with pics so drop dead gorgeous yet they charge 50 quid. A bit of a disconnect. Would she live up to her billing? I was assured she would.
Problem. She hadn't called in and I was on a tight schedule. I hung around. Email tag with the agency; about to give up when the email came saying she was available. 20 mins. 10 mins says I. 15. Ok. I went the long way.
Pushed the doorbell. "please come up, 5th floor". A very sexy accent. Spanish. New to me.
Stairs or lift? Didn't want to arrive sweatier than I already was having traipsed the streets of London, so I took the lift. Darkness. I hadn't forgotten to remove my sunglasses (I checked) so some sort of light switch was needed. Found it. Made my way round to the right flat. Knocked. The door opened to a vision. This girl needed no airbrush. And the smile! Invited in, seated on the sofa, plied with wine and demurely accompanied. Pleased to say I didn't dribble, drop my jaw or blubber. We chatted. I mentioned I was short on time and taking the hint was invited to accompany her to the boudoir.
For an hour, I was made to feel like I was worthy of such a girlfriend. Unpackaging this box of delights was the highlight of my day, week, year even. The most perfect body I have had the pleasure to explore in a decade, applied to my pleasure in ways that bring a smile to my face still. And the taste...
Smile you will. For days. Delightful girl, horny as hell, perfectly equipped for your satisfaction.
I'll be back.
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