Ella Suzy Eva

Yesterday I went to see Ella at 2 Lisle Street. I was hoping that she would be pretty like Suzy. Someone had said she's good-looking. It just shows how personal and individual tastes are because I didn't find her attractive. I would say that she's above average but nothing special. I didn't find her friendly either. On the other hand, someone went to see Suzy yesterday after what I had written about her and he said he didn't find her attractive at all.

It is possible that the girl I saw wasn't Ella. Last year I went to see a girl in Lisle Street called Evelina because someone said she's a real beauty. There was a sign up saying Evelina but when I saw her I wasn't impressed at all and I left. Then I realised this woman has blonde hair where Evelina was supposed to have black hair. So it was a completely different woman. It looks as if Evelina only lasted a few days in the Soho walk ups.

When describing a girl from memory sometimes your memory can get things wrong. I described Suzy as having a light tan but that was inaccurate. Her skin, although not pure white, is paler than that. They can look different though depending on light levels. After I saw Ella I went to see Suzy in Greek Street. She seemed tired and wasn't wearing much make up but I still think that she's the prettiest girl in Soho. I asked her if she had been dancing all night but she said no.

Then I looked around for who else I could see. I knew that Eva was back in her Berwick Street flat after an absence. I had seen Eva twice before and enjoyed it both times. When I knocked on the door of the upper flat at 70A Berwick Street it was opened by Eva. She told me she would be a few minutes and asked me to sit in the chair. She pulled a curtain next to me so that when the other punter left we wouldn't see each other.

I listened to the muffled sounds coming from the bedroom. There were two women in the kitchen and I could see one of them. She looked about 40 and I found her very attractive. The other woman was the maid; I saw her briefly and she had her hair partly in foil. It looked as if she was dying her hair, which might explain why she hadn't open the door to me. I recognised her as the woman who has a chihuahua dog that she used to bring with her. The two women were talking animatedly. I looked at the unfamiliar woman and wondered who she is; it even crossed my mind that this might be the infamous Claudia come back for a visit.

it was a lot like this when I was waiting to see Eva

The other punter left and Eva invited me in. Eva is tall and slender but not too skinny and she had next to nothing on. She has light blonde hair and a pale skin. She is everything that Ella was not. She's attractive and very friendly. She wanted a hug, then a smack on the bum and then another one. She said she thought she remembered me.

I had given £22 to Ella and £22 to Suzy but I decided to give Eva £32. We got onto the bed and she put a condom on and started sucking my cock. After a couple of minutes I said "Show me your pussy" so she lay flat and opened her legs. She wanted me to play with her clit and showed me how she likes it.

She got her vibrator out and started masturbating while I knelt between her legs and wanked myself. She kept going until she had an orgasm, her third of the day apparently. A few seconds after she came I came too. I hadn't come with Ella or Suzy so I was pleased when it happened. She showed me the vibrator saying that it feels like a real penis. I touched it and it felt soft to the touch.

When I was getting dressed we talked about the maid. She goes to the English Collective of Prostitutes meetings apparently. I asked Eva who the other woman is. She said it is Lisa, who works here at weekends. This surprised me because the last time I saw Lisa she had longer blonde hair. Although, as I said, your memory can get things wrong. When I thought about it I could see yes it could be her. So now I am thinking I should make a special trip into Soho on Saturday. I always said Lisa is damned attractive but I fancy her even more now. I'm definitely going to see Eva again though, maybe next Tuesday.

I had an eventful day yesterday

I had an eventful day yesterday. I started off in a spa in Balham and ended up in a basement in Soho. I wanted to go again to a spa I had been to just once before. I phoned and asked if the woman whose name I had been given was there that day and if it would be better to book to see her or just turn up. I made an appointment for 12.30 that afternoon for a one hour massage. I thought that if I got there about midday then I could use their sauna and steam room.

At reception a pretty young woman was asked to show me to the sauna and steam room after I had handed over my £40. She explained that it would take a while for them to warm up. I asked if she was the woman I had booked to see. She gave me a funny look as if to say "You don't think that I would be doing that sort of thing, do you?". I put my clothes in a locker and put on the disposable slippers they provide. I couldn't find one of the bathrobes that I used last time so I just wrapped a towel round me.

The sauna was indeed cold so I went in the steam room. The plastic seats were cold but the steam was warm so I sat in there. After a while two women came along. I could see them dimly through the glass of the steam room and I could hear them talking. They opened the door to the backyard and kept it open so that one of them could smoke. I couldn't hear what they were talking about but it sounded like someone's personal problems.

One of the women opened the door of the steam room and introduced herself. She was a middle-aged woman and she smelled of smoke. She said that I should come to one of the rooms in a while for my massage. I asked her if she could turn the steam back on because it had gone off but she said something about it turns itself off after a while.

I judged what I thought was the right amount of time then went down the stairs to the massage rooms. The woman was very talkative but I didn't understand everything she said as her English is not that good. She asked me if I'm always so quiet and I told her that when I'm lying on my front with my head in the hole in the massage table it's not so easy to talk but when I turn over then we can talk better.

I said "Do you ever get any celebrities in here?". When I came in the receptionist had been talking to someone who looked like Naomi Campbell. She didn't understand what I was saying so I said "Do you ever get any famous people come in here?". She said they did but she didn't elaborate. She had to keep breaking off the massage to go and blow her nose as if she had a cold. The room wasn't very warm either.

When the time came for her to ask me if I wanted hand relief I was in two minds as to if I wanted to give it a go. The physical sensations of masturbation are not enough on her own for me to come to orgasm. I need either to see an attractive body or for her to talk dirty. I didn't want to ask her to take her clothes off because I could see her body wasn't that good. I asked her to talk dirty but she said I didn't need that. I tried to get her to talk about her experiences with her boyfriend or her clients but she didn't say anything erotic.

She tried very hard to bring me to orgasm. I got an erection but then lost it after a while. She had two or three goes at it but then our time was up. I could imagine that she could be very popular with some men because she is so friendly and chatty. After the massage I could hear her talking loudly to a colleague in Polish or Russian and laughing. I wondered if she was talking about me.

I decided to go into Soho. If the Chinese girl I found recently had been there I would have gone to see her. She has left but I'm hoping she will return. I wanted to go to one of the walk ups.  I thought of the names of all of the women who were popular but mostly they were busy. Even Lily the old French woman was busy, with a punter waiting in the kitchen. I went to Mesa's flat in Greens Court but I didn't find her attractive so I didn't stay. In the flat below was Bianca but she was busy. Holly in Little Newport Street wasn't there that day.

The second time I tried to see Amy in Greek Street she wasn't busy. However, she refused to see me. I hadn't seen Amy for a long time, not since she got back from the massage parlours of Luton, so I thought she wouldn't remember me. I think she confuses me with someone else who is a time-waster. Either that or I have said something to her in the past that offended her. All I can think of is that I once asked her if she is Roma. Or she might have read my blog and not liked my description of her as the plumpest prostitute in Soho.

I wanted to see if Monica was at 52 Greek Street. When I saw the girl there I thought she's much prettier than Monica so I said I would like to spend 10 minutes with her and I handed over my £22. Usually in Soho you go up some stairs and there are two flats but at 52 Greek Street you go down the stairs and there is one flat. There's just enough room for a big black leather sofa and the bed.

the walk down at 52 Greek Street Soho
you can see the sign for Monica

She told me her name is Suzy and she looks about 17 but she told me she's 20. She is very slender with small breasts. She has black hair which she wore up. She works Tuesdays only.

The evening before I had watched part of the film Black Swan. Suzy reminded me a bit of both Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis. She looks a bit like a ballerina, she has a lovely long neck. Most of the time I was with her I looked at her face and her pussy. She lay on the bed with her legs wide apart and smiled a lot while I talked to her.

I told her there was something I would like to do to her. I didn't expect her to consider it but she said that I could. I'm not going to say what it is because she wouldn't thank me if lots of punters wanted to do the same thing to her. Also I intend to see her again and I wouldn't enjoy what I did to her if I thought other men had been doing it to her that day. I just don't like the idea of coming into contact with other men's saliva.

I felt really happy going home after I had seen Suzy. She really is a pretty girl, a real find. I had spent £60 at the spa. Not a lot of money so I didn't feel that I'd wasted lots of money there and it was an interesting and even amusing experience. Then just £22 to see Suzy. I will go to see her next Tuesday, and maybe stop off to see Ella at 2 Lisle Street who is supposed to be the other great beauty. And today my muscles really ache so I think the massage at the spa was really working. I think she knew what she was doing, so at least I got something out of it.