Review of Karla of Kiss Kiss Massage, Central London

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KKM all very lovely and welcoming as usual. I bloody love punting. I don't get to do it very often, which kinda makes it even better? It's the little things that stay with me as much as the 'big things'. The noise of the high heels, the smells, the laughs. Here's a thing - evidently my Significant Other has started using the same washing powder that they use at KKM. So now my house smells like a brothel. But only I know this. Yay!

A slim, pretty young sex-bomb, with fabulous little boobs and a filthy dirty attitude

1.Short Version: ?phwooar!?

2.Medium Version: towards the end of our session, impaled on the bed by my rampant manhood, Karla uttered the immortal words ?Please punish me, Phil!?. And of course I was happy to oblige. But very gently...

3.Long Version: Actually, there isn?t much of a long version. All I can say is that my clothes were whipped off me in a flash, my ?gentleman?s particulars? were rapidly forced to concentrate, there then followed some frantic fucking from all directions, after which I dressed and staggered off into the night with a face like a beetroot. She?s a working girl ? not a perfumed courtesan ? but that?s what I need at the end of a long day.

4.Version In The Form Of A Poem (With apologies?)

Oh wonderful place on Warwick Avenue,
A house of ill repute, forever a place to make haste to!
?Twas about seven o?clock at night
My car sped towards Kiss Kiss Massage as if in flight
And Boreas the wind blew with all its might.
My beating heart felt as if it was very nearly (with passion) alight.
In through the door came Karla looking very fine
She will be remembered, by me, for a very long time,
And the intercourse did take place, and my shouts of joy rang out all o?er the town.
Alas! ?Tis now all done,and I will pine,for?Karla is a top notch bird?

[no. that last bit doesn?t work. Have another go at it in the morning]