Sexual juices stewing again, looking for an outlet. Many readily available. Today’s choice, while away the time checking out an escort website.
My preference, a site without too much artiness or design or professional photography. Rather, one where a girl in need of money can quickly upload some personal info plus snapshots and a cellphone number, and they’re in business.
On the site, search for female escorts, London area, with photos, click. Three thousand six hundred profiles matching my requirements. The screen showing passport sized photos plus brief summaries, seventy on page one. About every third photo looking overproduced, so therefore probably snipped from some artwork somewhere. The rest looking attractively genuine.
Clicking one, long slim legs, sitting on a window ledge, LauraLookin4Sex. A long list of likes. OWO, oral without condom. CIM, cum in mouth. A-Levels, anal. Started six weeks ago, viewed twenty four thousand times.
The profile revealing that LauraLookin4Sex is brunette, slim, Polish. Escorting to help pay for studies and because she craves sex. Other familiar stuff, possibly true, possibly not. A hundred pounds an hour, sixty for half, twenty extra for CIM and anal. Won’t do bareback, glad to hear it, baby, you need a condom to protect yourself. Mobile phone number shown. Add to Hot List, click.
After a while, reviewing my Hot List. About forty, like a private fantasy harem. For fun, identifying the top five, those I’d contact if I wanted some action. Young, beautiful, eager and available right now for under a hundred quid.
All this happening on the computer screen, me looking as if I’m working. It makes you wonder how people coped before the internet.