Review of Laura of House of Divine, London

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Much described elsewhere. Clean, small upstairs flat in Victoria.

Slender, pretty, Brit, late 20s. Photos are accurate.

Visiting a Star

When I was young I dreamed of stars and rockets
Of growing up to be a physicist,
While some girls crave the bulges in men’s pockets -
Cocks and cash, and that craving still persists.
That’s surely true of this fine, young whore - a
Sexy woman, known as lovely Laura.
She’s also quite physical.
Very physical.

The very first harlot I’d had chez Divine.
Witty, pretty and hot, few are whorier.
Many girls later, it seemed to be time
For more Laura: I went to Victoria.
The upstairs flat. I had loads of money,
(My sixth time there), to revisit her cunny.
To be mathematical.
Or arithmetical.

The door opened on naked young Daisy (*)
A surprise, pleasing welcome, I thought.
Laura too, or my memory’s hazy -
(I was a tad early; they’d been caught
In gorgeous flagrante delecto)
And my willy grew semi-erect, so
I went in and waited.
Quite inflated.

Then Laura entered in skimpy costume
Her bod shown in resplendent glory
She’s filthily fun with men who consume
Her – I tried her full repertory.
Snogging like ferrets for several minutes
(Passion is something that Laura exhibits)
I was very elated.
And nowhere near sated.

Laura quickly got nude once more; as did I.
We did things that seemed quite immoral,
With breasts, nipples, neck, back, hips, lovely thighs,
And shedloads of mutual oral.
She sucked deep and hard, and used fingers -
I reciprocated with cunnilingus -
She had a wank too.
I thought ‘coo’.

Then on with the condom and my! we fucked.
Deep inside her, she seemed quite contented.
We carried on snogging. Young Laura bucked
And writhed, like it’d just been invented.
‘Twas excellent shagging, I went into spasms.
But I’m passing over any orgasms. (**)
What a screw.
Laura, thank you!

By then it was late, there was little time left
So we cleaned up and dressed – while still kissing
But you mustn’t think I was feeling bereft
It was a superb punt – nothing missing.
Daisy was long gone. I said adieu to the maid.
And sadly left Laura, a credit to her trade.
Happy and drained
As explained.


So that is my story, and just how it ended.
Book Laura, enjoy her, she’s recommended!



(*) This verse is completely true. It was fun.
(**) But Laura knows.