Sydney Style – what sort of bloody name is that anyway? – saw me in Sydney. Booking was easy enough, but it got pretty expensive by the end because she charges extra for just about everything. She looks bloody good, I’ll give her that, but something seemed off when she came out of the bathroom. No idea if she’d had a few drinks or something else was going on, but she was acting weird. I probably could’ve ignored that, but then she started rushing me. She was yanking away at my dick like she was in a hurry to get the whole thing over with, and surprise surprise, that wasn’t exactly helping. I told her to chill out and slow down a bit. She said alright, told me to get myself ready while she went back to the bathroom. By the time she came back I was finally ready to go. She jumped on top, bounced around a few times and that was pretty much it. Fucking hell. One of the most humiliating experiences I’ve ever had. I’m writing this because I’m still seriously pissed off – at her, but also at myself for not just getting dressed and getting the fuck out of there. Not that I reckon I would’ve got any of my money back anyway.