watching loose women

I went to Manchester again and I did so many things I can't possibly tell you about them all. I started in Chinatown where I tried to find a girl in a massage establishment. I had read about her on a site, he said the place is a dump but she's so damned attractive he keeps going back. He'd got the name wrong - it was Lina not Lisa - and she wasn't there anyway so I moved on.

I'll skip ahead and tell you about Cosmopolitan in Portland Street. I went up the stairs and into the brothel. The receptionist was on the phone, I waited and then said "I'll sit down, shall I?". There was a big TV but I was watching the women. There was a blonde woman with tattoos who was looking through a carrier bag with some takeaway food in it. A skinny dark-haired girl came out of a room in a dressing gown and looked in the bag. She went back into the room. A tall blonde woman in a sexy dress came in.

Usually there are four women to choose from but I needed to choose between these three. I like dark-haired women but the skinny girl was too thin for me. She was from Portugal. The tattooed woman was nice, but I chose the Dutch woman. When I'd been there before I thought there were girls who looked like students. Manchester has a big student population and I liked the idea of a student girl.

Zoe was a disappointment though. She seemed very withdrawn, the opposite of Ling the Chinese woman who I'd seen at Cosmo before. Ling had been very enthusiastic, sucking on my cock without a condom and laughing and giggling when I was on top of her. Zoe only got interested near the end when I said "That Portuguese girl is too thin". I also told her that the receptionist is the most attractive of them and she agreed that she's very attractive.

I have been getting viagra from Boots in Manchester. I could have gotten a prescription from my doctor but instead I chose to get them 'over the counter' at the Market Street branch in the centre of Manchester. They do a check up first. So now I no longer have a problem with losing my erection when having sex.

I'd been shagging away at Zoe but hadn't come, so I thought I would go to the nearby Tropical Palms. There was one girl available and the receptionist said if I waited there will be another one coming out soon. I sat on one side of the room and the East European girl sat on the other side. She was reasonably pretty. I thought it's a bit like the school disco where the boys sat on one side and the girls on the other. If a boy liked a girl he could go over and invite her to dance.

I was thinking she was looking more and attractive and I might make an invitation but then a black man came up the stairs, dropped two twenty pound notes on the counter and she traipsed off with him. I thought 'What am I supposed to do now?'. I thought I'll wait for the other girl to come out. She was small and skinny though, another Eastern European, so I declined. She gave me a funny look.

Cherrys is not far away so I went there. There was the receptionist, a man sitting on a sofa, and a tall woman standing nearby. I knew straight away that I wanted her. She had a dark skin and a pretty face. I think the receptionist said something to the man, I paid my £40 and went into a bedroom with Amira. I asked her where she comes from and she said Algeria.

Amira was everything I'd been looking for. She's probably in her 20s or 30s and not skinny, a real woman. She lay down on the bed and opened her legs wide, holding open her pussy for me to see. Her natural skin colour is like a perfect all-over tan. When I got on top of her I enjoyed looking at her face and her big dark eyes. I had asked her to turn the light on so that I could see her properly.

I enjoyed myself so much with Amira that I could see her on a regular basis. In a recent post I said that I'd met Maisie and another Thai woman who were so nice I could see them again and again. Now there's Amira too.

Later I thought about the man at reception in Cherrys. I think what happened to him is what happened to me at Tropical Palms. He was waiting for all four women to become available so he could make his choice, but before that could happen I came in to spoil it for him. Maybe he waited long enough and he finally got his choice. I don't think he would have got better than Amira though.

Sex, Lies, and Paperbacks

I heard the feminist Julie Bindel recently on the radio talking about prostitution. I thought it would be interesting to read her new book and was delighted to find that no one seems to have a copy. I could get one off Amazon of course but I'm not going to pay for it. I've asked in libraries and been told I can request it, which I don't want to do. It's not in bookshops. There is a feminist/socialist bookshop in Bold Street in Liverpool and they had a copy but it wasn't on the shelf and they had to look for it.

So even though she's had free publicity for her book from Woman's Hour and free publicity from The Guardian it doesn't look as if many people are going to read it. I could get the gist of what she's saying from the radio programme and the newspaper article. I was pleased to see that she's no longer claiming that when she went to Nevada they found learning disabled women who were being double pimped.

She had claimed that on an earlier appearance on Woman's Hour, although that hadn't been in her report. The report said that one learning disabled woman had been found, which is one too many obviously, but hardly any indication of what will happen here if we legalize brothels.

In her Guardian article she makes no claim that there is less prostitution in Sweden now because of the law criminalizing men for paying for sex. She writes that prostitution is 'a consequence of women’s inequality' and that 'it should be possible to eradicate it'. Yet Sweden is held up as the best example of an equal society, and after 18 years of the law they haven't eradicated it.

While looking for her book I came across a similar book by Kat Banyard called Pimp Nation. I read Chapter 5 in the bookshop and was annoyed that she is repeating a false statistic that I've seen before. Around the year 2000 prostitution was legalized in the Netherlands, but in Sweden they began to prosecute men for paying for sex. Banyard writes that 127 prostitutes were killed in the Netherlands during that time but only one in Sweden.

I heard Rachel Moran state this on Woman's Hour, and it's false. The 127 prostitutes were killed over a 30 year period, not 15 years, and most of them were killed before prostitution was legalized not after. So it looks as if fewer women are being killed in the Netherlands now than before legalization. Not more, which is what they are trying to pretend.

What's more, no prostitutes were killed in Sweden in the 9 years before the new law prosecuting punters. Banyard tries to dismiss the one killing since 2000 as 'domestic'. It wasn't domestic, the authorities handed over Petite Jasmine's kids to a violent ex-partner because she was a prostitute, who then killed her. This is what the authorities in Sweden do. They take away their children. They also deport them or get them evicted.

Banyard doesn't mention this in her book of course. She's happy to point out that in New Zealand prostitution might not be called fully decriminalized because prostitutes aren't allowed to solicit near schools, but she doesn't mention the extra-judicial punishments of prostitutes in Sweden. She doesn't mention that two women who choose to work together for safety can be arrested in Sweden, as also happens in Britain.

Prostitutes can be treated like pimps, as can their landlords if they don't cooperate with the police to evict them. I would like to know if it is men or women who are prosecuted, and if it is women whether they are younger or older. My guess is that it is women in their 20s and 30s who get prosecuted, not so much men or older women.

There are police in Sweden (and Norway) whose job it is to identify prostitutes, find out who their landlords are, contact them, and get the women evicted. Or deport them, or take their children away. Then they tell the world that they treat prostitutes as victims. Victims, yes, but of the police. 'Violence against women', yes, but it is this Nordic model which is violence against women, not prostitution.

Woman's Hour has got a lot to answer for. They let Julie Bindel pretend that she'd found learning disabled women (in the plural) being double pimped in Nevada. They let Rachel Moran state the false 127 statistic. Then Bindel again plugging her new book.

I used to like Jenni Murray on Woman's Hour until she started having a go at the transsexual woman guest whose only crime was to contradict Murray by saying she didn't think it was too much of an imposition for a top hotel to require their female employees to shave their legs when in skirts with bare legs. Jenni later came out with a statement stating that trans women aren't really women, that they can't understand what it's like to be a woman. I think that it's Jenny who is the one who is out of touch with how most women feel.

Kat Banyard got the false statistic from Jim Wells, who was a politician in Northern Ireland (before he started making homophobic comments). He's a Protestant Christian so he together with Catholics in the south of Ireland have campaigned to ban sex work. Radical feminists like Kat Banyard ally themselves with social conservatives like Jim Wells, she quotes him in her book.

She thinks that if a man pays for sex with a woman then he can do anything he wants with her during that time, and that men like nothing better than asphyxiating prostitutes by forcing their erect penises down their throats. That's why she thinks sex work can't be a real job, because you can't be taught that. The reality is a sex worker will tell her clients what she will and will not accept: most that I've encountered don't allow kissing, fingering, oral sex without a condom or anal sex (or asphyxiation). She can even tell her client she doesn't want him to get on top of her if he's too big (that has happened to me twice, I'm tall and slightly overweight: I respected what they wanted).

This blog allies itself with sex workers, transexuals and gay men. Not that I think these three groups have anything in common except that they are under threat by people like Jim Wells. It allies itself with sex-positive feminists, as opposed to radical feminists like Bindel and Banyard.

I ally myself with sex workers like Laura Lee who after she was presented with the false 127 statistic at the Northern Ireland Assembly found out the truth about it. I ally myself with all the sex workers who are arrested just for trying to make themselves safe by working together, and the ones targeted by the punishment squads in Sweden and Norway. I ally myself with transsexuals and support their right to be who they really are. I ally myself with gay men and women and believe they can make parents who are just as good as heterosexual couples. Jim Wells - who doesn't believe that - can keep his opinions to himself. So can all the liars with their false statistics and their hidden agendas. I know what side I'm on.

I realize that many will doubt that sex workers are arrested and evicted in Sweden and Norway. The whole idea of the Nordic Model is that prostitutes aren't punished. Bindel said in her recent Woman's Hour appearance "They shouldn't be arrested - ever". I have collected all the evidence on my blog page The truth about the Swedish Model. Even more on my new page don't erase or edit out Petite Jasmine. You can also read my An Open Letter to Rachel Moran for more information about the 127 statistic. You may want to read my review of feminist Natasha Walter's book Living Dolls where I expose her false statistics.

UPDATE: After reading more about Petite Jasmine I can see that there are people who are trying to say that she didn't have her children taken away because she was a sex worker. There is no evidence that she was drinking and taking drugs, although she was accused of these things.

Jasmine wrote in a letter to a Swedish MP after her house had been stormed by social workers and her children forcibly taken into custody "I was subjected to an investigation which in a desperate way tried to find all those signs that they already from the start were convinced would be there, because I had been selling sex. Drug abuse, sexual abuse, emotional disturbance. They had a difficult time finding any of this, but it should certainly be known that they tried." So before she died, she herself had said that it was because she was a sex worker, and I believe her.

Someone asked why we don't mention the four women who have been killed in New Zealand since their change of law in 2002. We have no reason to believe that these four women (Mellory, Suzie, Anna, and Sky) would have not died if New Zealand had different laws. It isn't the policies of the New Zealand government that have resulted in the deaths of these four women, but it is the policies of the Swedish government that have resulted in the death of Petite Jasmine. That is why we protest at the policies of the Swedish government.

Sweden has not reduced prostitution. Neither can they claim that their policies have resulted in an end to the murder of sex workers. There were no murders in the nine years before the introduction of the new law. They want us to believe that the Swedish law has stopped women from being killed because prostitution is no longer tolerated there. They want us to believe that prostitutes are treated nicely there. All three of these are false: there has been no reduction in deaths, prostitution is just a common as before, and women are persecuted.

It wasn't just Petite Jasmine who was the victim. Her children witnessed their father stab and murder her, and stab and seriously injure a social worker. I want to leave you with more of what Petite Jasmine has written. I do this not to use emotion to promote my point of view, but to show what she was like and as a tribute to this brave woman. It is a translation from the Swedish so it might not be always grammatical.

"After one year and three months finally see her standing in front of me. The feeling when she runs into my arms and hug me, to get sniff her hair immediately becomes soaking wet of my tears, drag your finger along her small nose and chin, stroking her little hand and hold on her tiny body hard in my embrace and kiss her eleven thousand times in the forehead. To finally get to see her in the eye and say seventeen thousand times how missed and loved she is. And never want to let go again, but must. Created by my body when we two have been and we are part of each other forever. The love for my children is indescribable. (And justice system as said joint custody and half the time, where were you when everything was going on?)"

regulars

Some people might wonder if I've ever liked a sex worker so much that I've wanted to see her on a regular basis. There have been many that I have seen more than once, and a few that I have seen several times over a number of years. Recently though I have met two women who I would like to see on a regular basis, but it is proving difficult.

There is a Thai brothel called Rock Ferry Thai Massage. I've been there a few times but they charge £60 per half hour. That's more than the other brothels in the area and more than in Manchester. I usually pay £35 to £45. I saw a delightful Thai lady there called Maisie. She wasn't young but she had a beautiful face. I enjoyed my time with her but she said that she wouldn't be there after today and wouldn't be coming back for at least 6 weeks.

After 6 weeks had passed I went again. I asked the woman who seems to run the place if Maisie is here but she said it's too soon for her to return, it would be another couple of weeks. There were two sex workers there, but one of them wasn't available. So I ended up with Patsy, who was nice but not beautiful or exotic-looking and getting on a bit.

I have said on this blog that I don't always go for the young, tall, slim and pretty girls. However, I did meet a woman recently who was all of these things. I went to a Thai massage place in north Liverpool. It's not a brothel, it's mainly for massage and they do 'extras' which never includes full sex. They offer topless, hand relief and body-to-body. She might take off her top while she massages you, or use her hand to bring you to orgasm. Body-to-body means she takes off everything or nearly everything, gets on top of you and rubs her (often oily) body against yours.

On a website I found out about a particular girl at this place. I'm not going to name her because that could cause problems for her. This place is the most disorganized place I've been to. If you try to book a particular girl she may or may not be there. It was my third attempt to see her that was successful, despite booking to see her.

When she came into the room I couldn't see her clearly but she had a lovely voice. Her English was perfect, as if she'd been educated here. We were in a dark room with a light on the ceiling which didn't illuminate her face. To begin with I was on my front so it took a while before I could see how pretty she is. She's very talkative. She wanted to know why I was asking for her if I'd never seen her before. I usually deflect such questions.

She asked me again though and said was it a friend or a website where I'd found out about her. Foolishly, I said it was a website. She had her smart phone with her and said she wanted me to show her where she had been mentioned. So I went onto the site and searched her name and the name of the place. She looked at it, but had to leave the room because someone had come into reception and there was no one else working there. As I said, they are really disorganized there.

I continued to look on her smart phone, and when she came back into the room I said "Oh! It says here that you let him lick your pussy!". She told me that it wasn't true. She didn't seem upset about it, but she prefers to keep that sort of thing private. When she was wanking me I had a strong erection, but I was finding it difficult to come. I told her I get very excited when I see pussy.

She stripped off below the waist and started wanking herself. I could see her pussy quite clearly. When it was over she said maybe next time she would give me oral sex. The man on the site had said he's had blowjobs from her (and licked her pussy). As I was leaving, I noticed several women in reception, lounging on sofas. Funny, I thought. An hour ago she was the only one there and now there are several of them. They must come in ready for a busy Friday night, I thought. I also thought if she wants her pussy licked one of these could do it.

I left it a fortnight and tried to see her again. The woman in reception said come back in an hour. I came back and she said she's not here but she'll phone her. She got her on the phone but she said she's too far away to come. So I saw someone else. While she was wanking me I said "I'll give you another £20 if you suck it". She said it's not allowed. I said "Some of the other girls do it" but she wouldn't.

Now I don't know if I can be bothered to try and see her again. I might try if I'm in the area but I'll walk away if she's not there.

trainee day

It's been about a year since my local Thai massage establishment opened, so I thought I would give it another go. I had not been offered a sexual service when I went there, but I'd been told that another woman works there too. I thought if I go there on a Friday or Saturday evening they might be busier with another woman there. On Saturday I phoned, and was asked what kind of massage I wanted. I said Thai massage, and the woman said in that case I would need to come in after 6, preferably 6.15.

When I went in, there was a very young girl behind reception. I thought she might be the owner's daughter, just helping out. There was a man sitting on one of the sofas, who I recognized from my previous visit and thought might be the owner's husband. I could see further away a man sitting on a chair with a girl doing something to his feet. She was young and pretty, I thought it would be nice if I could see her.

The owner, who had given me the massage last time, was nowhere to be seen. Another, younger, woman was there though. I was asked to sit on one of the sofas and she came and talked to me. She asked me several times if I would like a glass of water or Thai tea. I wasn't thirsty and I had no idea how long I would have to wait so I said no.

From the conversation I established that I was about to be massaged by the owner but that I would have to wait till the room was free and had been cleaned. This woman was not qualified to give a Thai massage so she couldn't give me the massage I'd asked for. I suggested to her, however, that I didn't really need to have a proper Thai massage, and that instead of waiting for the owner, she could provide it for me.

She agreed to this, and I went into the room with her. She was very talkative, and I established that she was a complete beginner when it came to massage. Her normal job is cleaning people's houses. I got the impression that she had asked the owner if she could come along and help out so that she could gain experience. Part of her job is to offer water or Thai tea to customer, which might be why she looked disappointed when I had declined her offers.

She gave me a very inexpert massage, but I enjoyed it and I enjoyed talking to her. I didn't bring up the question of a sexual service, but it came up anyway. I think she asked me where I'd been for massages before, and I'd said that I go into Liverpool. She must have wondered why I go to Liverpool when there's a Thai massage establishment on my doorstep. She said she knows why I go to Liverpool, it's because I like the 'Happy Ending'.

She said she knows what it is but they don't do it. It's a euphemism for the massage girl bringing her customer to orgasm using her hands (wanking him off). I said to her that I am enjoying her massage, and then added 'even without the hand relief'. She looked really puzzled. I said 'I thought you knew what it meant'. She explained that she had only found out about 'happy ending' a few days ago when someone had phoned and asked if they did it. She didn't know what it meant until she asked her colleagues. It hadn't occurred to me that she wasn't familiar with the other euphemism of 'hand relief'.

I said to her that I'm looking for a cleaner. She said she's not taking on more work. I suggested she might come to my flat and give me a massage there. She said there wouldn't be much point because she doesn't do the 'happy ending'. I left the place smelling strongly of tiger balm.

We'd been talking about Thai massage in the part of Merseyside where I live, and she mentioned another place that I'd never heard of. I thought I'd give it a go. While waiting in reception there was a big plasma TV on the wall showing Thai pop stars singing with scantily-clad girls dancing suggestively near him. Two big men who looked like rugby players came along the corridor. They don't look like they've come just for a straight massage, I thought to myself.

In the room I realized that this time it would be a very professional Thai massage. The woman found the knots of tight muscles in my back and started working on them. The best masseurs always find them. It can be quite painful when they work on them. She was quite talkative and wanted to know where I'd been for massage before. She said isn't there somewhere just near where I live and I told her about the amateur and her tiger balm. She said they only use tiger balm when they do deep tissue massage.

I told her about the places I've been to in Chester. The one in Brook Street and the other one with the steam room. When I told her I go to Liverpool she wanted to know about these places. I said there's one in Renshaw Street and 'I think men go there and not for the massage'. She said 'It's very unprofessional and it gives us a bad reputation'. So she knows what goes on doesn't approve. Just as well I didn't tell her about what happened to me when I went to Manchester last week.

I found a Chinese massage place in Manchester where I was asked at reception if I wanted a body-to-body massage. I said no, just hand relief. I asked if it would be her doing the massage. She said no, there were two girls there. She called them out, one at a time. They were both nice, and I chose Angela. I paid £40 for half an hour and went into the room with Angela. The room was clean and nice, the whole place was nice.

Angela started with massaging my back. She found the knots in my back so she's actually a proper masseur. When I turned over she started on my willy. I asked her if I could touch her. She asked where I wanted to touch her. I said I would like to touch her legs. She said it would be OK for me to touch her legs. I gradually moved my hand further up her leg and up her dress. I touched her bum and then put my fingers between the cheeks.

She lifted up her dress, then pulled down her pants. She wiggled her hips. She took off her pants then put one of her legs on the massage table so that I could see her pussy clearly.

I wanted to find out more about this place, Orange Spa in Swan Street. I went on to the ukpunting.com site and found a thread on it. All the contributors said they liked it, and one man said he'd seen a 'stunner' called Emily. So I've texted them to ask if there's an Emily working there and when she's available. If I can establish when she'll be there I'll book to see her for an hour.

my day trip to Manchester

I was getting fed up with the winter so I decided that March 1st is springtime now and I want to have an adventure. What better than getting away from all the familiar places and going somewhere far away. I decided to go to Manchester. On the bus into Liverpool the sun was shining and I saw some daffodils with fully open flowers so I felt optimistic.

When I got off the train at Manchester Oxford Road I got a coffee at Prêt a Manger and headed for Chinatown. I wanted to have a massage so I thought I would go to Red Moon where I went a couple of years ago. You have to go up a lot of steps and the only woman was older and unattractive but I did have a nice massage. She offered me extras but I decided not to.

Nearby is a brothel called Tropical Palms. Funny name for a brothel, more suitable for a Thai massage place? You have to go along a back street to get to the entrance. I was shown two women there, one looked Eastern European the other looked like a local drug addict. First impressions can be deceptive but I moved on.

Next up was Cosmopolitan just up the road in Portland Street. I asked the receptionist who was available. She gave me the names of three women. The third name was Dana but she wasn't sure if she was available right now. I said that I wanted to see Dana and I can come back a bit later if she's not free. I saw Dana twice in 2015 and she was definitely the prettiest.

Dana came into the room and the receptionist made a joke and said something like 'It's your boyfriend here'. Maybe she thought it unusual that I didn't ask to see the other women available, and that I was willing to come back later if Dana wasn't free. When I was in the room with Dana she didn't seem to accept that she's really pretty. I said she could be a movie star. I asked her if she had ever thought about being a model. She seemed to think it was a strange question.

I told her she looked Italian. She said so I don't think she looks like a Pakistani then? I said no. I thought she looked like the actress Eva Mendes, who I compared her to on this blog. Nobody seems to agree with me that she's something very special.

I know all the brothels in central Manchester but there's one I've never been able to find. It's called Cherry's. I've looked for it round the back of the street called Piccadilly. I thought I would try again. I saw the sign in a side street off Back Piccadilly and went in. If I remember correctly you go down stairs then you have to go through a few rooms to reception. There was a young woman standing there in a dressing gown but the receptionist said that only one woman was available and pointed to a black woman sitting there. She smiled at me but and she was quite nice looking but not nice enough. As I was leaving four men who looked like Somalis came down the stairs.

Next I went to a brothel in Great Ancoats Street called Piccadilly Club. I have been here a few times. Two girls were in reception and another two girls came into the room. They were all slender and looked like teenagers, waiting for me to choose one of them. I told the receptionist that these ones are a bit too young for me.

I went to Salon 24 Park St Manchester. I asked if Cat was there. The receptionist said that Cat doesn't work for them anymore. I was offered two women and I chose an Asian woman called Habiba. Habiba is of about average attractiveness but she is very friendly (a Lancashire lass) and I enjoyed my time with her. She let me put two fingers in her pussy. When I had asked Dana if I could put a finger in her pussy she said no even if it was in a condom. When I had asked Dana if she had a vibrator she thought it was an unusual request. Habiba wasn't like that though.

I could have got onto the train at Victoria station nearby but I wasn't ready to go home yet. I thought it would be good to have another look at Manchester's Red Light District. I realized that Passions of Great Ancoats Street was on my way to the Red Light District. Lounge 56 in Swan St was too, but that seemed to be closed. At Passions I was offered two women, one of them looked so young I thought she might be underage. The other one I found attractive.

When I asked the price, I was told £35. Piccadilly Club is also £35 for a half hour. That's half the price of the going rate in Liverpool. I had paid £40 for Dana and Habiba. £35 for half an hour with Bianca seemed a good idea. All of the women I saw wanted to put a condom on me and give me oral sex. I explained to each of them that it doesn't work for me, that what I want is to look at her pussy and play with myself to get an erection. I like to ask them what they have been getting up to with the previous customers that day. In each case I then got on top of them and started fucking them.

Bianca looks about 40 years old and although she's not skinny I think she's got a nice body. I don't normally go for blondes but there was something about her I liked. She was very friendly and spread her legs to let me look at her shaven pussy.

It didn't take me long to get to the Red Light District. I walked through St Andrew's Square but I didn't see the pretty Asian girl I saw before. I went to where I had seen the other women but didn't see anyone there at all. I hadn't wanted to do anything with them, just see what was going on. So I just wandered around the centre of Manchester till it got dark and I got back on the train at Oxford Road.

In Liverpool I noticed lots of homeless people with their sleeping bags in the streets. The men don't seem to mind too much but I noticed a woman who clearly wasn't happy. I felt sorry for her, I imagine she leads a traumatic life. When I decided to move from London to Liverpool a couple of years ago I had several offers of social housing. I was told by one housing officer that she had expected a few people to turn up but I was the only one who had and the flat was mine if I wanted it. I chose somewhere else. So it's not lack of social housing in Liverpool that's the problem. It must be drugs or mental illness that stops them from having a nice place to live.