Thursday, June 1, 2017

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.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

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.