Wild Child Returns!

I have been a bad, bad girl!!

 

,,, but I have enjoyed every minute!!

 

More later - when my hangover (and aching pussy!) feel up to it!

 

PS Slippery slope alert - meeting a punter after work on Thursday.

 

 

The end of a beautiful relationship?

Bad couple of weeks.

 

Had a major bust up with Alex. One of those arguments that started over nothing and ended up blowing up into a full scale Eastenders style row. That was the Saturday before last. Got together this Sunday to 'talk things through'. I was full prepared to kiss & make up but the bastard tells me he shagged one of the Creatives at the company xmas bash. Not even a 'sorry' or 'I was drunk'. He just came out with it and then looked at me.

 

I blew my top. Big scene. Told him to fuck off and stormed out.

 

Round to David's for a sholder to cry on and a large glass of white - much sobbing and emotion but reconcile myself with the thought that he will soon be back with his tail between his legs.

 

So has he texted? Emailed? Phoned?

 

Has he fuck!

 

Now I'm pissed off. Not sad any more, just angry.

 

Think I might turn into a cross between Lilly Allen and Gloria Gaynor - 'I will survive' meets 'i felt bad for a while'

The best laid plans....

... so much for my quickie in Soho Square! I was late, the gates were shut and my sister does not like to be kept waiting. Had a lovely evening anyway & Alex did the 'new boyfriend' bit brilliantly! By the time we got back to my place I was as horny as hell. Alex had his hand up my skirt before I could open the door and we didn't even make it out of the hallway before we were naked!

 

Spent Saturday shopping in the west end. Oxford & Regent Streets were closed to traffic and there was a real carnival atmosphere. I particularly liked the Timberland 'Jungle' they had built out front of the store. Met Alex for lunch at Randle and Aubern before taking him on an insiders guide to soho! Finnished the day watching the new James Bond (heloooo!).

 

So to Sunday - and the plan finally comes together.

 

I will give you the edited highlights....

 

- Late breakfast

- Drive out to Richmond Park

- Nice romantic walk (bit busy, but we head to the area between Kingston Gate & Richmond Gate which is always quiet)

- Stop to rest on a fallen tree

- Kiss, cuddle, giggle.

- Play fight to the ground

- Jump on top, out with his dick, up goes the skirt and ride him hard.

- Few minutes later taking tea at the caff with the warm afterglow of a satisfied vagina!

 

Ahhh - thant's better!

 

 

Prick Tease.....

It is a grey and damp night; you taste the cold rain on my lips as you kiss me. I will feel your cold hand on my pussy as you slip your hand up my skirt and feel my hot wet pussy through my tights. You must be quick; someone could come by and catch us at any moment. I undo your button and pull down your fly, releasing your hot cock into my hand. We are both panting for it now. You reach down and rip my tights at my crotch, exposing my naked pussy to the cold night air. I lift my leg and guide you into me, feeling your hardness penetrate me. Someone is coming. I pull you close and kiss you, praying my skirt is covering the true nature of our embrace. They have passed. You fuck me quickly, desperately, as if you are trying to nail me to the trunk of the tree with your thrusts. I see someone approaching and hold you tight inside me, massaging your dick with my vagina muscles while they pass. We are both close now. I pant as you fuck me hard and quick. We cum together, your grunt meeting my squeal as our bodies become one and your seed fills me. Shit, another passer by! I hold you in me feeling your cock slowly shrink inside me. When they have passed you quickly tuck your cock back in your trousers and we walk away hand in hand towards the restaurant, passing through the crowds of commuters heading towards the tube. I see Kate waving as you open the door to the restaurant, she is standing by the bar with THE LAWYER. “Over here Sis!” she calls. Introductions made she looks me up and down. “I LOVE your outfit’ she enthuses looking me up and down. She pauses and looks down towards the floor. “What’s that on your boot?” We all follow her gaze, four pairs of eyes inspecting the large glob of semen. “Holy shit!” Kate exclaims as another drip of your cum slips from my pussy and falls between my legs.

See you later honey!!

Now he's worried!!

Now he's worried that someone will figure out my clue and we will have an audience!

Alex - you are assuming

1. Someone other than you reads this rubbish
2. they give a damn
3. they live in london
4. they have nothing better to do on a Friday night

The secret location!

[Alex just texted - he wants to know where!!]

So lover boy - meet me where the Pigeons Shiver (6pm sharp & don't be late or I might get ill!!)

I don’t get it!

Alex finds my past life a real turn on. He has told me this a few times but I’m only just beginning to believe him (sorry darling!). He loves me to talk through my experiences in graphic detail and afterwards we always have great sex. Last night we were watching a (not very good) porno flick with a plotline (well as much as any porn has a plot!) surrounded a very aggressive sweary crude hooker. You know the style – “Fuck my cunt, fuck my dirt hole, fuck me real hard you fucker, etc etc.). Anyway under our ‘never keep it inside’ rule Alex confessed he was turned on by this and wanted to know if I had ever been asked to talk like that by a punter (answer = yes, many times).

Next thing I know we are role playing me as a prostitute (looking back on it this has got to be the most ironic thing I have ever done!) telling my darling lover to ‘fuck my cunt hard’ etc.etc. No complaints from me – the sex was great and its fun pretending (?!?) to be a slut.

Anyway tonight it’s my turn to dictate the fun for tonight so (as Alex reads this at work) I here-by announce that I fancy a quickie up against a tree or wall after work so we can go on to dinner with ‘you know who’ with your cum inside me!

Alex

Ohh Alex!

 

He is kind, he is funny, he is hunky, he is fun to be with, he can even cook!

 

We met in the summer through a friend from my last proper job. I had gone to watch the inter agency softball match in Regents Park as a way of catching up with some old friends I was in danger of loosing (working at nights really buggers up ones social life!) and there he was - a gorgeous hunk of a man who seemed to find me (a) attractive and (b) amusing.

 

Those first few days were fantastic (come to think of it it is still pretty good!) - we went on romantic walks, talked till late at night and cuddled and kissed like teenagers (I mean often and passionately rather than the all teeth and tongues type teenage kissing).

 

The weirdest thing is that we didn't make love for about a week. He never pushed it and I, well, I was just a bit screwed up about it all. I had fallen in love with someone, the first time I have really loved someone. Yet several times every day I cheated on him. Every time we split a bill I was paying for it by fucking some other guy. I was so scared he would smell them on me. I would rub my poor body red raw trying to erase the scent of sex before I met him. Then I started getting paranoid - what if a punter sees us together & says something to him assuming he is another client? (I still lay awake worrying about that one).

 

When we finally made love (at his place and it was FANTASTIC!) I lost it completely and broke down in tears. God alone knows what he thought. I sobbed and sobbed for ages while he just held me in his arms.

 

I didn't sleep at all that night. I just lay next to him as he slept. Thinking & crying some more.

 

In the morning I told him everything. I even showed him the shit I have written here.

 

He bunked off work that day and we talked a lot. We talked about my life and my secrets and we talked about his life and his secrets. I guess we both had stuff in our past the other didn't like (ex bisexual ex junkie plays active hooker, cheating on long term girlfriend by fucking her sister plays swinger with strange taste in sex -and so it went on)

 

We decided that the past is the past and the future starts today (sounds really cheesy now - but it made us both cry) and we ended up fucking like rabbits.

 

I need to stop writing now - someone may notice I'm crying and ask me why.

 

ALEX - I LOVE YOU

OK - I'm back

It's been a while since my last posting but I'm back wether you like it or not!! I've just deleted a long and very boring post about what I have been up too and what I am doing now - I started yawning, and when you bore yourself it is bad news!

 

The short version is...

 

- I'm back doing a 'proper job' I can tell my mum about.

- Being a prostitute was lucrative and fun for a while, but my freinds started to drift away and I got really lonely (sob - sob)

- Sex is more fun when it is not a commercial arrangement

- There are a bunch of arseholes out there that I would rather not have to fuck!

- I met Alex.

 

The new job is fun. Been doing it since the start of September and I'm having a ball! It's another Account Management role in a big london advertising agency. The company is fun, the team is young and lively and I'm working on an Airline account so there is loads of cheap travel!

 

 

Testing one - two - three

huff huff

Did that work or not?

Testing 0ne - two - three

Hello again!

I'm back - and I hope this blog still works...
.. lets see.
[hits publish with fingers crossed]

Hello again!

I'm back - and I hope this blog still works...]

.. lets see.

 [hits publish with fingers crossed]

Step by step guide to fucking a prostitute...

I have had a string of first time 'customers' over the past week or so. Not a problem, but most could have had a better time if they had understood the rules!

• Find some cash! You will need from £20 (straight sex in a Soho walk up) to £250 (3 hours with a top girl - like me - in her flat)
• Choose your girl. Punternet is a good start, or a local agency advertised in the classifieds. Soho walk ups (the 'models' advertised on the doors) are also good for a 'quick' punt. Avoimassagegparlor'srs (most likely place to find girls who are not happy with what they are doing for a living) and street walkers (most are just part timers but a few are junkies so worth avoiding). Walk away if the girl does not look or sound happy or there is any sign that she is being coerced.
• For in-calls (i.e. going to her place) turn up on time. Early means we may be busy or cleaning up and late means we may have to cut your time if there is a guy following.
• Knock on the door, or open it, with a smile on your face! Be happy, you are about to fuck a beautiful girl!

• Tell the girl what you want - she is there for you so don't be shy! She will have done most things so let your imagination go wild! I love it when guys want to do something different, it makes it feel special to me - not just a quick 'fuck and run'
• Get the money out of the way. Be specific about what you want, normally it is just time you are buying bust some charge for 'extras' like OWO (oral without a condom) or anal. If the girls says no to something she means it, don't try it on later or you will get thrown out! Hand over the cash (and a tip for the maid if asked - £2 is the going rate but a £5 will guarantee preferential treatment for future visits!)

  

• Get intimate! Cuddling is good, as is feeling the girl up. Kissing is ok but most girls will not want you to french kiss them - best not to try it! Enjoy the build up. Undress the girl slowly and let her strip you.

• Don't worry if you are not hard, this is common and not a problem. We girls know how to warm you up!

• Let the girl put the condom on you - she will have a stack of them!
• Sit back and enjoy the ride. If you hpaidayed for 'straight sex' that means one position. Other wise use your imagination!

• Let her know when you are going to cum. Some guys like to cum over our bodies. Dont go for the 'Porno facial' unless the girl is expecting it - cum in your eyes is painful!

• If you want more (and have time left) tell the girl and she will get you hard again! Otherwise get cleaned up and dressed.
• Chat to the girl as you are getting dressed. Some guys get dead shy at this point, don't - I don't mind the fact you have just fucked me - you paid me & this is business!

Am I legal? Alli goes all political!

As what can be best described as a 'sole trader' in the sex industry I think I have been legal for a while (at least according to a lawyer I fucked!*) but there have always been some grey areas. Anyway looks like the GB Govmnt are going to make it easier on us "office" based girls.

 

The issue they will have is with the street girls who are often junkies and therfore unlikely to be employed by a parlour or find a maid willing to work with them - thus the street is there only option. If the appoach is (as it seems to be) treat them as victims not criminals then I am all for it. Fining a street girl has always been a farce - the only way they can pay for it is to go back on the street.

 

Anyway - back to more mundane matters. Business is brisk & I am increasingly able to pick & choose the punters. Taking Sunday & Monday off to visit some friends (normal life). While I am away the working premisies are going to get a lick of paint & some furnature/mirrors.

 

* Didn't give him a discount for the advice - he is A LAWYER after all!

Bang - and there goes a week!

Contrary to some speculation that I had seemed to the lure of my new orgasm machine I can assure you deer reader that I have not deserted you. Just had one hell of a busy week with no time off till today.

Apart from one dodgy punter (too pissed to perform then decided to take it out on me) it has been a very pleasant week. Plenty of nice and easy work, mostly referrals in west end hotels, with lots night bookings of evenings out followed by a return to the punters room. One client didn't even want to fuck me, he was happy to play with my body and kiss me from head to toe - and then pay me for it!

Most excitement was a party on Friday. Two shifts (2-4 & 6-8) with me and two other girls entertaining around 15 guys. I enjoy these gigs. Not only are they lucrative but they are good fun -mostly a girl on girl show with a bit of fucking and sucking thrown in. I love putting on a show and this is a great opportunity to express my inner slut!

I should not be thinking like this!

Quiet day and I am fantasising. But why am I so turned on by this dream, I should not even want to think like this....

The door burst open and they tumbled in. They easily overpowered me pulling my silk gown off me, ripping my bra and panties away until I am naked. The larger one has me by the hair and pulls me towards the door. I struggle and the shorter guy with a shaven head slaps my face. "Quiet bitch!"

They are dragging me backwards out of my flat and down the stairs. I feel the cold rush of air as the door opens then I am on the street. We are still moving. He is trotting now, dragging me naked behind him. People stop to stare. Women shocked, men aroused. But no one offers help.

I feel the cold grit of the flagstones against my back. We are in Covent Garden, in front of St Paul's Church. The Buskers drift away as they throw me naked to the ground. The shorter guy is first. His fat cock is free of his trousers and approaching my face. I open my mouth and take him in, sucking his fat cock as a crowd of tourists and bemused shoppers look on. I feel my legs pulled open and a huge cock pushing against the opening of my pussy. I surprise myself, I am aroused. The wetness of my womanhood invites him in and he begins to fuck me with long hard strokes. His cock is huge, filling me up, pushing deep into my core. I sense excitement and whispered conversations around me as the crowd grows. I shut my eyes and focus on the cocks invading my mouth and cunt. I do not fight. I am resigned to their humiliation.

The guy fucking my pussy cums first, holding his weapon deep inside me as he pumps out his seed. Then my mouth fills the hot cum slipping effortlessly down my throat.

Then they are gone. I sense cum dripping from my pussy as I slowly open my eyes. Hundreds of people are gathered around to enjoy my degradation and humiliation.

I am aroused

I open my legs and hold my pussy open with my fingers.

I shut my eyes as the first tourist unzips his fly. His cock tastes hot and salty. There is another in my pussy and hands all over my body.

I am ready to be used.

Warm, fluffy, sexy, Sunday - and I discover the instant Orgasm

I spend the cold miserable Sunday the best way possible - in bed, and not alone! Met up with Nic & Terry, old friends who have been swinging for years. They have a lovely modern flat, are always kind and gentle and we had a great time together (thanks guys!).

Anyway, as we were playing around Nic pulled out her Rabbit Vibrator. Now I have seen these things around but never used one. Came close to buying one but the price tag (around £30) put me off.

So on it goes and in it goes. The head does some kind of wiggling thing inside and there are some revolving ball bearings that massage the entrance to your pussy. Sounds strange but v nice.

Then, with a smile on her face, Nic turns on the vibrating 'rabbit ears' that are pressed against my clit.

BANG!

Instant orgasm!

I could not believe it. It came from nowhere and left me reeling!

So after a few minutes to recover in it goes again.

BANG!

Another orgasm.

I have got to get me one of those - but they are almost too good! It's the sexual equivalent to Crack!

Where to start?

Note Added After I re-read this post! I am in a feisty mood today - watch out world....

 

What a weekend - Friday was busy but far from satisfying me it just made me want more. The 2 girl gig was great - one of those hot, hard, brutal, aggressive encounters that reinforce the view that the best sex comes from being selfish.

 

Woke up late Saturday to find it was snowing. Had an outcall in the afternoon so just slipped on some boots and my coat and hopped on the bus down to Mayfair. Punter very impressed with my entrance (sorry about the unintentional Julian Clary moment there!) and the fact I had been (as good as) naked on public transport. That lead to a very hot session with no need to fake the big O on my part.

 

Left his room with my pussy buzzing and, seeing it was now pissing down with rain I headed back into the bar.

 

[Note re London weather for all you overseas folks. There are four types of weather in London.

 

1. Fucking Lovely - warm summers days, cold crisp winters days, spring showers, autumn mists, etc. etc.

2. Fucking Miserable - Cold damp December days, Drizzly rain, general greyness.

3. Absolutely fucking miserable - misty rain that seems to go upwards, sleety cold rain (like yesterday)

4. No weather - just grey stuff that hovers, not really cloud, just greyness. If you are in london look out of your window now & you will know what I mean

 

Note to readers in the USA - IT IS NEVER FOGGY IN LONDON. Get over it! The foggy shit went in 1956 with the Clean air act ( http://www.guardian.co.uk/waste/story/0,12188,851002,00.html ). Occasional mist maybe, but it aint like Dickens any more!

 

So back to the hotel.....

 

Get chatting to the barman. He is a very athletic Aussie and we have an immediate rapport. Barmen are a very good source of business so I am always an outrageous flirt!

 

"Are you staying here?"

"No been working upstairs"

"Oh" he says as the penny drops, "Hows business"

"Good"

"You want to take your coat off?"

"You want me to flash these to everyone?" I open my coat to show my tits.

He laughs hard and offers me a free drink.

 

Twenty minutes later I am up against the wall of the linen room getting fucked hard for the second time that day.

 

Left him with my business card and headed off to the business premises.

 

One satisfied customers later I feel the need to dance and find myself amongst the writhing bodies at a club in the West End with David as my chaperon.

 

Wake up Sunday at Davids pad in New Cross. Weather category 3 (see above!) so grab a cab home...........

Please welcome ... Nurse Brown

I am going to be a Nurse - well for a couple of hours this afternoon anyway!

Just spent a chilly hour or so hunting down a Nurses uniform for a 'special request' this afternoon. Not sure i really get the Nurse fetish thing. I can understand Schoolgirl (which I do very well by all accounts)/School Mistress fantisies and have even been a secretary for one guy (although I was annoyed that he got cum on my nice Zara jacket!). Thing is I have not 'done' a nurse before and I'm not sure how to play it. Should I be all maitronly and slightly dominent? Should I stroke his forehaed and say 'there-there' Should I offer a bed bath? or should I just do a sexy strip?

Anyway, spent the morning checking out nurse looks on line before heading out to buy the goods (any accountants out there? I guess it could be tax deductable?!). Decided against the 'Latex Nurse' look and went for an outfit from Harmony that was vaguely authentic whilst having the requisite v. short mini skirt!

My lunchtime client was a dissapointment. He stank of garlic, had a bad attitude and pretty much blanked me the whole time I was with him. Not every guy wants a chat and small talk, often they just want to get on with it and are a bit sheepish and want to leave soon after their balls are emptied. No problem with that at all. What I hate is being ignored. There I am, all smiles, moans and gasps as I ride him and he looks up at me like I was a piece of shit on his knob. I was proffesional to the last, even faking an orgasm for him, but if a guy is going to fuck me I would at least like some recognition that I am human! Luckily he only wanted 30mins so I was soon shot of him and enjoying a long warm shower and a lovely fingery orgasm to get me over it.

My 'patient' is due at 3 so I have a bit of time to relax with a cup of tea, plug myself into the MP3 player and read a bit of my book (The Queen of the South by Arturo Preez-Reverte. Highly Reccomend it) before I have to get the nylons on!

Uggh My Head!!

Great time last night but, ouch, my head feels like someone has whacked me with a mallet! Taken two asprin, downed a can of Coke and taken a long shower but still no better...

So what's the gossip from the old workplace?? Not much really. Anne-Claire popped in for a brief drink but didn't stay long (sob-sob). Ex boss man spent most of the evening trying to chat me up so unsubtly that Sharon felt she had to rescue me (and scold him!). At one point we were sittng together on a bench seat and he started to slide his hand up my skirt! Let him get all the way up until his pinke just touched my pussy (so he would realise I was panty-less) beofre pushing him away - tee hee!! He is a nice guy and I would probably have slept with him if he had been more subtle!

At least it seems they are missing me, aparently a couple of the clients have asked after me and suggested they should not have 'let me go'. One has even suggested that he would employ me next time he has a vacancy - all good for the old ego.

Things have picked up on the work front. Now it has stopped raining London seems to have woken up! The diary is filling up a bit so looks like I will not need the Janurary sale after all! Two bookings for today (Lunchtime and early evening) and several for later in the week, including an overnight at "a top London Hotel" (as they say!) and a 'two girl' booking for Friday afternoon. Car-ching!

I love the two girl stuff, particularly if I fancy the other girl and we have been together before. My favorite partner is a small oriental girl called Suzie (well Tracy actually, but she trades as Suzie as it sound more exotic!). We put on a great show together and love working together. She has loads of energy and we fuck each other silly while the guy's look on. She has little hands and her party trick is fisting me and herself at the same time, often while sucking off the client!

Not sure yet who I am working with on Friday, the guy has requested a black girl but the agency are struggling to find someone.

Better go get dressed and get myself down to the business premises - the heating has gone off and I have goose bumps!

He finally shows....

My Midday appointment finally showed up at 1.30! Good job I am not busy. A pretty typical punt - £150 for cuddle, fondle, blowjob and sex. He was a nice guy - I hope I see him again.

Just indulged in a couple of hours retail therapy but the miserable weather has driven me inside(I'ts that thick drizzle that even manages to get up your skirt!). Feeling the need for some company so I have done a a phone around and organised a last minute get together of a couple of my ex colleagues. I have seen them a few times since I was 'downsized'. Its fun to hear the gossip about the office and the shitty clients. Would love to share my day with them, but guess I better make something up!

Long bath to warm me up then a cab down to the Blue Posts.... bye for now!

It's oh so quiet....

(with apologies to Bjork!)

As well as Christmas I took New Year off (despite the offer of 'escorting' a guy to a very flash restaurant's party), but now I am beginning to regret it! Things are very quiet!

I guess that after the excesses of Christmas and New Year guys must be off sex too! I have nothing in the diary until Saturday (a party with another couple of girls). Even my promised 12 o'clock has not shown.

May have to drop the rates to draw in the punters!! How about a new year sale..

"Half price head!"
"Buy a bj and I will swallow for free"
"Fuck me and get a second fuck free (if you're up to it)"
"2hours sex for the price of one"
"Fuck me and I will pay for the drinks!"

Look out for the ad's on Oxford Street.

(Maybe I should employ one of those poor guys who have to stand there holding signs - "Sex Sale" A picture of me and a big arrow pointing to the phone number should do it. Either that or I should hold the sign and just have "Fancy a fuck?" and a big arrow pointing straight down to me!!)

"How is the job hunting going?"

Spent Christmas with the family. Was fantastic to be with them and spend some time with them but I felt terrible every time they asked me about work. Mum & Dad are obviously worried that I am 'unemployed' and that I will be broke or thrown out of my flat so they keep asking about my job hunting. What am I supposed to say?

"Don't worry Mum, I am earning a fortune selling my body?" or
"No cash worries dad - on average get £200 a fuck, so all I need to do is fuck a couple of guys a day and I'm loaded"

Anyway, I did the only sensible thing and mumbled about tough job markets and promised to look harder in the new year.

So this leads me to a dilemma. I need to invent a new job for myself. One I can tell my normal life chums and family about. It needs to be flexible, well payed and involve working odd hours.

Any ideas???

New Year resolution

Normaly I make a habbit of not making new year resolutions. I only go and break them within days and get pissed off with myself. But this one I promise to stick to! And you, my valued readers and freinds, can keep me to it....

The resolution -

To keep this blog going!!

I have been very lazy with it of late. I can make excuses about getting used to my change in career, my punishing work schedule, etc, etc. But I realised over Christmas (squarely back in 'Normal life' with Mum & Dad at home) that I missed your comments and emails.

So here goes - New Year & New Commitment to blogging...

Pelvic Floor's

Girls - Is it possible to do pelvic floor excercises without raising
your eyebrows? If so - why can't I do it!!

Do porn stars get sore pussies?

Life isn't like the movies is it? The stars never fart in mainstream
movies, or stop to go to the loo. Can't think of a single time when I
have heard Bruce Willis say "I know I need to save the world, but
first I MUST take a leak".

Same with porn movies. The women take huge cocks, several at a time
sometimes, banging away for hours and hours. Do you ever hear one of
them say "Hang on a sec, my fanny is dead sore!"?

Well let me tell you something - MY CUNT HAS BEEN FUCKED RED RAW!

It has been a busy weekend. Saturday afternoon spent on my back
(mostly!) in the Grosvenor with a v. nice old american guy. He booked
a couple of hours and after a chat and a bit of petting we got down to
it propper. Normally I am a good judge of when a man is about to cum,
but theis guy caught me out. I was sucking away when, bang, without
warning I had a mouthful of cum! No problem with that but we had only
been at it for 20 mins so felt he hadn't really got his moneys worth!

Anyway, he spent a long time licking me all over (and very nice it was
too!) and by the time he was ready to go again we only had 10 mins on
the clock. To cut a long story short I gave him an extra 30 mins on
the house!

But that wasn't where the sore pussy came from. It started with a very
well endowed guy who booked Saturday night. He was good looking and
had a huge dick (god knows why he was paying for it!). As well as
being hung well he was VERY ATHLETIC. I forgot to lube up before we
started (bit of a beginner at this) and he banged away for about 30
mins before he came. If that was not bad enough he was hard agan 15
mins later and away we went again.

By the time I made my excuses and left I could barely walk!!

Luckily Sunday was quiet so I had a bit of a chance to recover before
a last minute appointment at 7pm. They texted through the details and,
guess what? Same guy!! Remembered to take the KY this time but still
feel like my poor little pussy is going to take weeks to recover!
(It's got till 3pm today!)