Oh dear. Yes, I'm sitting in London after coming down from Carlisle for this guy - currently using Bennsonn_90. (Admin - can we update the title on this thread please?) I did background checks on him using the name he gave me on the email address he sent me (Kenneth M - km*******@gmail.com) but obviously that's a fake. I also tried to look the number he gave me 075287583** (PM me for the full one) but it's just a cheap Nokia. He span me a story about his screen getting cracked and that's why he had the cheap one.
Usual story - meet at St Pancreas as it's lovely and has lots of security cameras and then we go back to a hotel. I give you ?1200 for blissful sex.
We ended up meeting, an hour late, at the McDonalds across the road from Kings Cross and traipsing all over London. Before we left I got an address out of him for my safe calls but it turns out it wasn't the right one. (More on that later.) I've got Fibromyalgia so walking is not a happy thing for me so by this point I'm truly pissed off but still professional.
Back to his for a lecture on red wine (it was cheap and young) art, (the S in Degas is silent you moron) and child porn (it was legal but iffy, movies like the Orphan etc)
I asked for payment, got told about his pensions and his ISAs and then can we do a bank transfer? Money still isn't in my account and it's looking like I'm going to borrow from friends to tide me over until I can get back up to Carlisle and get working again.
Sex wise - He is big, he does not know how to use it and he thinks French kissing is licking your face like a dog. It's not pleasant. I'm a kinky bitch; in private I sub but in work mode I Domme, so I was more in control of the situation that I think he was used to. I used my own condoms (always do) and I made sure whenever he changed position that it was still in place. I caught him playing with it at one point and now I realise he was trying to take it off. He'd turned the lights off at this point and was trying to be clever while I was lubing up but I heard the rubber twang and checked it out. (I'll go get a check up on Friday - it's drop in at the local GUM clinic)
Anyway, after the no show on the money, I went back round to his (I googled his address, played around with the street view until I found the right place) and I have his address and I'm fairly sure I have the name he's using at that address. I need to confirm it with 192 but I'm pretty sure this is the guy. He is a ghost online, no Facebook, nada but if you want any of his details, PM me and I'll pass them on. His neighbours are lovely by the way, more than happy to talk to you if there's any hope of you making his life difficult.
If you do end up with this guy, he lives right beside Clapham Junction train station. If you need to get out of there in a hurry, come out of his house, turn left down the main road, next right opposite the shops and go along that road (Grant Road) until you get to the train station. It took me about 10 minutes but then I'm a bloody slow walker.
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