Review of Mira of House of Divine, London

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not really anything new to report. HOD is what HOD does. is this a new maid? long hair, little bit older. nicely flirty with me on the preceding texts. i like that...

Wonderfully short – I like short – and a very pretty face. I also like a pretty face. Liquid brown eyes. Lovely little boobs. Sturdy, shapely buttocks. Good enough to eat. Which is what I did. Well, in the sense of eating ‘out’, that is. I don’t feel the urge to do that very often.

Mira is a bit of a legend – and really doesn’t need reviewing. She had been away for a while, and this was her first day back. I saw her at the end of the day, a day when I suspect she had been relentlessly humped by serried ranks of randy old goats, from the moment the HOD doors opened. I’d like to see her when she was a bit less knackered, when she might be a bit more animated, a bit more saucy. But she gave me a lovely, soft ‘Girlfriend Experience’, which was just what I needed, and for which I am very grateful.

I could have spent the session just nuzzling her breasts, and the aforementioned drinking at the furry cup. But ultimately, the end game always seems to be the making of the beast with two backs, and Mira can pretty much put her feet on your chest if you get to do this. Wow. Very sexy.

To be honest, what better way is there to spend thirty minutes than rutting away at a pretty young prostitute, £70 on the nightstand, no questions asked, no strings attached?

Er….well, Mr P, there are the STD’s. The throat cancer. And the HIV. The serial betrayal of nearest and dearest. And the squandering of all your money. The abuse of vulnerable young women. And of course, running the risk of being nicked by the police. But apart from that? ☺

Is all this illegal, BTW? Is there a risk of a raid, with me in the middle of a session? I tell you what, if I am on the vinegar strokes with HOD Amy, I’m stopping for no man. Imagine the entry in the policemans notebook:

“I entered the premises and proceeded in a westerly direction to the rear of the house. Upon entering the rear room, I witnessed Defendant A engaged in an act of vigorous oral intercourse with Defendant B. I identified my self, verbally requesting that Defendant A cease and desist. Defendant A, a white male, continued the said act of intercourse, shouting: “Screw you, copper! You won’t take me alive! I’m not going back to the big house!” At this point I deployed the Taser on Defendant A. He was then heard to shout “I’m coming, baby. Ohh! I’m coming hard!” Defendant A then staggered about the room, fell back on the bed and was immediately seen to fall asleep. [The attached forensic report indicate the presence of Defendant A’s ejaculate on the curtains, the bed and Constable X’s stab vest] Defendant B then offered to ‘suck me off for a tenner’ at which point I withdrew from the room and requested back up”