Damn it! A mix-up, and Lolita Girl couldn't make it last night... so what was I to do? Who could I call at that late hour?

Log in. Grainy photos on a dubious site... and absolutely no reviews. Should I or shouldn't I?

Instinct says NO, Willy says GO!!

It's a knock-out... Willy wins. (as usual)

Angel Girl is waiting for me at the door of the house I have frequented many times before. Fuck, I'm even beginning to recognize the weeds in that blue plant-pot on the window ledge. Is this the girl in the photograph? If I call this number, will I ever get to see the same girl again? Mmm...I'm not really sure.

Young! Very young, and very cute.The site says 22, she assures me she is 20... 20??? Phew, I don't know either, but I'm not here to debate the morals of age and escorting. I'm here to sample her jam doughnut!

Skin as black as a Congolese coal miner, breasts as swollen as ripe spanspek, butt as taught as a pair of juvenile watermelons. Her Hair a neat shiny S-curl. Eyes large and dark and crystal and doe. Stars in those eyes like those of a newbie ejected from a bus on the Hollywood Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Welcoming, friendly, whispering, almost servile. Is this girl new to the game? In a few months time those eyes will be jaded, that bird-like voice will be bored and those movements will be mechanical. Again, I'm not here to moralize.

Angel Girl is keen and eager to please and she tries hard.

The panties come off in a flash... and she tries to mount me. Whoa, I cry, slow down, let's take it slow! I want to explore you a little.

And so we explore. Tentative, shy, timid. She doesn't understand the language of languid.

Slow down Angel Girl!

And she's even battling a bit to put the condom on. She slurps on Willy like he's an ice-popsicle on a hot day.

I slow things down, and the heat turns up higher. My face between her thighs, long and leisurely, and her hands grasp mine tight enough to snap my fingers like twigs, her pelvis writhes and grinds and her head is thrown back on corded neck muscles. Small sighs escape... and she drenches my face and chest with her boiling slippery honey. My chin seers and my lips are sauteed.

Angel Girl seems to be enjoying herself... or maybe she really is that talented actress... and Hollywood Boulevard really is the place to go for the soaring start of her glittering new career.

As I am driving home I have a sudden premonition. I've just died and I'm on my way down South to check in with the devil. He is waiting for me at Hell's gate, evil welcoming smirk, hoof tapping and tail swinging ominously. I am lead down a dingy corridor past furnace heat and wailing souls. I am ushered into a small room... and there on a soft bed reclines Angel Girl. Seductive smile, sheer lingerie, tiny tight panties. Her thighs are parted teasingly, her nipples are hard and her smile is wanton...

But I am chained to the wall opposite for all eternity: I can look but I can NEVER have....

The Devil chortles... "Welcome to your new home Mr White"

You can hide from the Devil, but he will always find you!

"I'm here to sample her jam doughnut" - that made me chuckle out loud.