Sunday, May 26, 2013

no names no photographs

I got an email a few days ago from an angry sex worker. She found out that I had put a photograph of her on my blog. She wanted it removed. I did what she told me to do.

About three years ago I found out about a woman who lived a short bus ride from me. She does erotic massage. She comes from a Mediterranean country and is young and beautiful. I sent her an email and asked her if there are any photographs of her on the internet. She replied with a photo of her face. She hadn't modified it in such a way that she couldn't be identified. I went to see her and it was a pleasant experience, different from what I was used to. I wrote about her on this blog. I didn't give her name or her AdultWork page, but I did use the photo.

I wanted people to see how beautiful some of the women are who are available. She is as beautiful as the photo in my previous post, the photo that I thought was of a Liverpool prostitute but turned out to be of a leading model. She has the same dark Mediterranean beauty. I think she must be even more beautiful when she's angry. It's a pity she doesn't go in for domination. I deserve to be punished.

I don't think that putting her photo on my blog was much of a risk to her but I can understand that she doesn't want people pointing her out in Sainsbury's and saying something like "You see that woman there - she likes to hold men's erections in her hand and watch the semen squirting out the end of it".

In October last year I was walking to my local supermarket when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I saw a thin scruffy woman. My immediate thought was that she is a street girl. After years of trying to locate street girls on Tooting Bec Common it is a look that I have come to recognise instantly. I looked at her face. She gave me a big broad smile, the sort of sweet smile that women can do when they really want to. She seemed kind of familiar.

I didn't know if she was an ordinary woman who was flattered by a man staring at her. Or a street girl who is always open to meeting new men. Or one of the women who I had known on the Common. She was really beautiful. I thought she might be the particular one that I had been most involved with, but I couldn't be sure. This particular woman is someone I have written about a lot when I started this blog years ago.

(This is not the street girl who has been in contact with me via email recently and who wrote two posts for this blog about her life. These two posts have been removed. She asked me to remove them because she was worried people might be able to work out that it was her who had written them.)

She had a man with her. I always said that if I saw one of the women who I had known on the Common in the street with a man then I wouldn't approach her and try to talk to her. I wouldn't want to cause a problem for them. If the man didn't know about her past he might say "Who the hell was that you were talking to?". Also, the man she was with looked quite tough and he might have taken offence with me for trying to talk to his partner.

this is not her but it reminds me of her
About two weeks ago I saw her again, alone. I went up to her and said "Are you (her name, but I'm not going to reveal it)?" We had a short conversation and then her boyfriend came along. She said "This is my boyfriend" and introduced me to him. She said goodbye and walked away.

She wasn't as beautiful as she was when I saw her a few months ago outside the supermarket. Women can seem more or less beautiful depending on their mood that day or maybe phases of the menstrual cycle. I thought that her face didn't look as thin as I remembered from years ago. Addicts do put on weight when they give up drugs.

She looked healthy. She looks as if she has given up drugs. Over the years I have asked people if they know what has happened to her. I was told by one person that she injects heroin in odd places. Later I was told by someone else that she was in prison. More recently someone told me that she'd been sectioned. She had been one of the two women on the Common who had seemed the most addicted, to crack cocaine and heroin.

When I started writing about her on this blog years ago I used her initial and not her name, as I did with all the women I met on the Common and in my neighbourhood. When I started thinking that she might be dead I thought it wouldn't do any harm to use her name and the only photograph that I have of her. Now that I know that she is not only not dead but seems to have overcome her multiple addictions I have gone though the posts on this blog removing her name and the photo.

I wouldn't want any information on this blog about her to become a problem for her. I wish her all the best for the future. If I see her again I would like to tell her that she should be proud of herself for having overcome such difficult addictions and other problems, and that if she can do that then she can accomplish anything.

I am glad that she not only remembered me but doesn't consider me to be an abuser. When I knew her on the Common I tried to be good to her. I think she thought that I was trying to save her. However, I believed that few people overcome heavy addiction to crack cocaine and heroin and that she would end up dead. I was wrong.
the southeastern corner of Tooting Bec Common
near to where the street girls used to congregate

Thursday, May 16, 2013

looking for cheap prostitutes in Liverpool

Last week I was in Liverpool for a week. I lived there for a while in the 1980s. I have fond memories of meeting prostitutes in Hope Street next to the Anglican cathedral. I know that this notorious red light district has been closed down for years. There used to be lots of women offering themselves in Hope Street but now there are none. I wanted to find out if there is another area where I could find some.

There was a lot of talk of a tolerance zone for street prostitution in Liverpool a few years ago. But then all that talk went quiet. So I assume that that's all it was - talk. I don't think there is one now or ever has been one - I can't find any information on it. I did find some information about where sex workers can be found, but I don't know how reliable that information is.

So one afternoon I set off on a journey to find out. Starting out from Toxteth where I was staying, I walked along Grove Street past the University, heading north. I walked along Crown Street North to the Royal Liverpool University Hospital. I could see a few students. I saw a girl who seemed to be flirting with a young man. I thought that these girls - looking so healthy - are very different from the girls I encountered in Hope Street. I wondered what it would be like to have sex with one of them. I thought it's a pity that I can't. But then I thought, yes I can. I bet that some of these girls have sex for money. There are fewer and fewer street girls around these days but more and more students who want to do something different from bar work to get their money.

I walked along Shaw Street and saw what I thought might be a street girl. She was scruffy looking and was on the other side of the road walking in the opposite direction. I smiled at her and she smiled at me too. She didn't give any other indication that the might be offering 'business' so I continued walking. I walked along Netherfield Road, past Everton Brow, to Everton. In Everton I smiled at a woman and she smiled back and said hello, but I think she was just an ordinary woman who thought I must know her.

All of these places are where some people say street girls can be found. On previous trips to Liverpool I had walked through Kensington and Shiel Road without finding any either. Perhaps mid-afternoon is not the best time to find any. Perhaps they come out in the early hours of the morning. When I used to go to Hope Street there were some there in the afternoon.

In case you're thinking that these girls must be like the sexually exploited young girls in Oxford and cities in the north of England, recently in the news, that is not so. I remember years ago I got talking to a woman near Hope Street. She was quite plump and had short hair, so she wasn't that attractive. She looked as if she was in her 20s. I asked her to come back to my flat with me. I think she only wanted £10.

I asked her if she made a lot of money from what she did and she said not really. I got the impression that if you're a woman and you're unemployed then if you can do something and make a bit of money for yourself then you might as well. She wasn't a drug addict, I know what those look like. I said I wanted to do her with her sitting in a chair with her legs wide apart. I knelt on the floor between her legs. She didn't ask me to use a condom but I used one anyway. It didn't take me long to come.

A few months after that incident I saw her again near Hope Street outside a corner shop. She said hello but I ignored her and continued walking. I wish that I hadn't done that. I wish that I had got to know her and invited her to my flat again and again. Despite my fascination with prostitutes, I was still a bit of a prude then.

Having not found any street prostitutes last week I decided to go onto AdultWork. I searched for sex workers in Liverpool and Merseyside. This girl caught my eye.
I thought she looks like a movie star. I wondered if she is one of those University girls who needs to pay off her student loan. Her prices are not too expensive either. If I remember correctly I could have half an hour with her for about £70. It seems she works at a place called Teen Babes Liverpool.

I had a limited amount of time in the internet cafe so I had to choose who to go for. I chose a local Toxteth woman who goes by the title deepthroatingcumslut. Apparently her speciality is cheap blowjobs. There isn't a picture of her face on AdultWork, which perhaps says something, although their is a picture of her from the head down. It shows a plump woman lying on a sofa naked with her legs apart.

There was a phone number so I made a note of it. Back in Toxteth I tried to phone her. I couldn't get through so I texted her. She texted me back and said she's not working till Monday. On Monday about 10 am I texted her again and asked if I could cum and see her then. She replied that the earliest she could do that day is about 12.30. But my train back to London was for about that time and I had booked it in advance, so I didn't get to meet deepthroatingcumslut.

However, I'm going back to Liverpool in September so I might see her then, or the beautiful girl from Teen Babes Liverpool. Or perhaps I could try to contact a student girl in advance of my return. I'd like to get my hands on one of them.

UPDATE: What a bloody cheek! I thought there was something too good to be true about the photo on this post. I got it from AdultWork where it's supposed to be a girl working at Teen Babes Liverpool. Turns out that it's a model called Anne Rivera. They're trying to con people into thinking that a woman as beautiful as this is working there. Some people!

I used tineye.com to see if there were any pictures on the web the same as the one in this post. AdultWork don't want you to download their pictures but I use the Print Screen button then Paste into Paint. Paint is an image manipulation package you can find in Accessories.

You can also use Google 'Search by image'.