Showing posts with label sex worker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sex worker. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Ropewalks in Liverpool

The area of Liverpool south of Liverpool Central station called Ropewalks seems to be something of a red light district. There are two Thai massage places, Jasmine Spa and Mayuree Thai Massage. There is also a Chinese place called Sakura. They are all quite near to each other. From all of these places you can get at the very least Hand Relief. Some of the women will go further than others.

In Duke Street I saw a very nice young lady in a private flat. Her name is Maya and she is black. She charges £60 per half hour, which is more than I'm used to paying in the Wirral, but I thought I would treat myself to someone a bit more classy.

When I got to her flat she asked me if she was what I was hoping for. She gave me the opportunity to back out then if I wasn't interested. I was a bit disappointed. She was shorter and plumper than I was expecting but she had a nice face and a cheeky smile. So I decided to stay and I had a good time with her. She's a nice girl and seems a bit of a nymphomaniac. She has quite big breasts. We had full sex and also she used a vibrator and let me finger her. Her phone number is 07501456362. She advertises in the local newspaper.

In Wood Street I saw a young Thai lady, also in a private flat. She told me her name is Lily and that sometimes there is another woman there. Lily is not a perfect looking woman but she's reasonably tall and slender, and quite young. I would say about 25. Quite a pretty face. She seemed a bit glum to begin with but cheered up towards the end. We had full sex but I didn't try anything kinky. I did wonder if she might be trafficked. That's not something I've had to worry about recently with all of the older English nymphomaniacs I've been seeing. Her number is 07340889658. I got the number from a local newspaper (the Echo or the Metro) but later I realised it is the same place as Thai Sugar which I had heard about some time ago.

I saw Maya and Lily recently but a while back I saw another sex worker nearby. She had rented a flat at Jam Works in Fleet Street. This is another apartment block. There are many in Ropewalks. She told me she works mostly in Manchester. There was another sex worker, also from South America, who rented a flat at Jam Works. She was the one I walked away from when I saw her.

Monday, September 14, 2015

my trip to London

I made a trip to London at the end of last month. I went on a Thursday and looked around Soho and Chinatown. First I went to 70A Berwick Street to see who was there. I was hoping it was Eva but when I saw Selena I decided to go with her. Selena is tall and slender. She is young and pretty with big eyes. She's keen to please and I remember I lay on the bed on my back and she got on to the bed and waggled her bum in my face.

The last one I saw that day I was Sabrina of 8 Greek Street. If Selina could be the prettiest woman in Soho at the moment, Sabrina could be the opposite. Sabrina is older, fatter and less attractive. I wanted to see her though because there's something about her that makes me just want to get on top of her and shag away. I can't be the only one who thinks like that because I've been in Lily's flat below and heard Sabrina's bed springs squeaking away.

I was waiting in the kitchen area for Sabrina and her maid started talking to me. She is younger and more attractive than Sabrina. She was really chatty, and seemed quite pleased when I said I recognized her and remembered her name. I had sex with Sara (or Sarah) last year. It's quite rare for the maid to be more attractive than the sex worker. Sara told me he helps out when they're busy, which sounded funny to me.

I also saw Candice at 34 Romilly Street. I had not seen her before. There's nothing sexy about Candice. She's very ordinary looking but that can be quite attractive in a way. I was kneeling between her legs and I could see in the mirror the porn movie playing behind me. I recognized the woman in the porn movie. It was Kelly Stafford who I remember because of one session she did on a beach in Italy that was very wild.

I lay on the bed next to Candice and watched the movie. Candice was naked from the waist down and her legs were still wide apart. I wanked myself to orgasm. My other memory of that day is Zara of 52 Greek Street looking up at the ceiling and absentmindedly playing with herself with her legs wide apart. Her fingers slowly moving down between her pussy lips and opening them.

The next day, Friday, I didn't do any punting because I wanted to go to Whitstable on a day trip. Although I did text a woman who does massages. I had tried to see her last year when I was in the area but she texted me back to say she was fully booked up. This time there was no reply. I'm not sure if I would have got anything sexual from her. Sometimes that's half the fun.

On the Saturday I went to a Thai brothel in Brighton Road, South Croydon. There were two women available and I chose the older one with a nice face. She's called Sonia. I tried getting on top of her and shagging her but that didn't work. We tried different things but I told her to lie on her back with her legs apart and pretend to be asleep. I wanked myself to orgasm looking at her pussy.

On the Sunday I went to Kitty's Place in Elmers End, not far from Croydon. I thought it might be Lola there but it was Roxy. Roxy is a beautiful black woman from Mauritius. She is tall and slender. I got on top of her and had an orgasm while fucking her. That's my favourite way to have an orgasm but it doesn't always work. My second favourite way is to wank myself while looking at her pussy.

After seeing Roxy I got on the tram and went to East Croydon. Pret a Manger was open so I went in for a coffee. I was sitting there and I saw a young scruffy woman approach an older man sitting outside. He wasn't interested so she walked off. I went out and started talking to her. She said her name is Shanie and she knows Trina and Angel (two street girls in Croydon: everyone knows Trina).

Shanie was very pretty even though she wasn't wearing any makeup. She looks about nineteen. She took me behind some offices where she told me she'd like to take me to her flat. I said I didn't want to do that and it's just as well I didn't because it seems she gets men to wait somewhere and goes off with their money.

I'm keeping away from street girls. I saw one in Liverpool several weeks ago while looking around the RLD. She was like Shanie, young and pretty even though she didn't wear makeup. This was mid afternoon and I have had a look around there a couple of times since then but not seen either her or any other street girl. I think they come out at night.

Friday, September 11, 2015

cheap brothels in Merseyside

When I moved out of Liverpool I intended to visit about once a week. I don't live far away. Now I rarely go there. When I do I can't resist looking in the Liverpool Echo and the Metro to see if there's any new adverts for sex workers.

On Monday I came to Liverpool and saw an ad 'Hot Latino Girl'. I hadn't intended to go anywhere but I phoned her. She said she charges £80 and she's working from a block of flats in Fleet Street which for some curious reason is called the Jam Works. Funnily enough I had seen another sex worker at the Jam Works. She is South American too and was gorgeous. She charged £100 for a half hour but was worth it.

I went to the flats and then phoned her again. She said she'll be a couple of minutes and that I should wait. I waited then saw a woman come to the main door. It's a glass door so I could see her clearly. She was nothing like I was hoping for so I walked briskly away. My mobile started ringing but I ignored it. Later I saw a text from her 'Where are you?'. I felt guilty but what can you do.

I don't mind older women, or fatter women, or even ugly women. But I'm not going to pay £80 to a woman if she doesn't attract me.

A few months ago I went back to the Thai brothel in Rock Ferry. The first time I went was really good. This time I was expecting a choice of two women but they only had one available and she was older and not so attractive. So I told them I wasn't interested and walked out. They didn't seem to mind and she said come back tomorrow.

They charge £60 per half hour at the Thai brothel. I could go to Manchester where the going rate seems to be £35 or £40 per half hour. However, I found a brothel in Wallasey called Jays. They charge £45 per half hour, with an extra £10 if you want oral sex without a condom. I saw a rather insecure 19 year old there twice. Then I saw two much older women, Chrissie and Jordan. They're best friends and must be older than me. One of them is quite attractive, the other isn't. I won't say which is which in case one of them reads this and is offended.

Both of them seem to be nymphomaniacs and are as foul mouthed as you like. I came on Chrissie's face. I'd never come on a woman's face before. It didn't just go on her face and in her mouth but on her lips too.

On Tuesday I found out about another place which is even cheaper. I'd seen the ads for Overpool Angels before but I didn't know where Overpool is or where the M53 is. When I looked it up and phoned them I realized I could get there quite easily. It's near the Merseyrail station and I can use my All Zones Saveaway to get there. They only charge £40 per half hour, but if you go between 10 am and 1 pm it's only £30.

So yesterday I went there for the first time and paid £40. They only had one woman there and that was Lauren. She's not the youngest or slenderest of women but I found her very sexy. I think she must be a nymphomaniac too. Like Chrissie and Jordan she's a local English lass. She let me kiss her and finger her and I came while on top of her fucking her.

I went back there this morning and paid £30. It was Tanya there today who I'm sorry to say didn't really do it for me. I'm planning to go back tomorrow, I know that Lauren will be there again and there might be another woman for me to choose from. Their £30 offer before 1 pm doesn't last much longer so I want to make the best of it.

The flat is very nice, unlike the Thai brothel and Jays which are dumps. It must be the cheapest sex I've had. Soho is less money but that's for just 10 minutes. It's even cheaper than in Manchester.

Other things that have happened to me since my last post. I've been to Soho again. I went to a Thai brothel in South Croydon and another nearby. I've also had two encounters with street girls, one in Liverpool and one in Croydon. I don't like to do anything with street girls because of the moral issues, much better for me to stick with the older nymphomaniacs who can really do it for me. I do like to find out what goes on though. So I found the Red Light District in Liverpool just as previously I found the RLD in Manchester and had a little look around.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Manchester brothels and RLD

Last Friday I was in Manchester and I went there again yesterday. My plan was to find the beauty that I had seen in a brothel but hadn't chosen. Then I thought I could go to the Thai massage place where I had been before.
I would take whichever masseur was offered to me. I might get the nice lady who had brought me to orgasm the week before or I might get a younger prettier one. I had seen a younger prettier one at reception. Either way would be good. I planned to have a less sleazy time than my last time but that is not how it worked out.

Before I went to the Piccadilly Club to try to find the beauty I decided to stop off at a place nearby that I hadn't tried. Looking at the Adult Services 18+ section in the Manchester Evening News I worked out where each brothel was. There are about 20 listed, far more than in Liverpool. The only one that I hadn't tried near the city centre was Lounge 56 in Swan Street.

I went up the stairs and a lady said that she has four women for me to choose from. At the Piccadilly Club there are four women but they are standing in a row when you come up the stairs. At Lounge 56 they came in one by one while I was sitting down. The first two were young skinny short girls which I am sure would be some men's dream girls but not for me. The third one was a plump dark skinned woman who I thought looked Brazilian. The fourth was a black woman.

I chose the plump dark woman. I think I paid £40 for half an hour but I can't remember. I thought she would be just the type that turns me on but it didn't work out that way. It could be that she spoke very little English. She said she's Spanish and I can't remember her name but it's something like Dea.

I walked along the road to the Piccadilly Club. Up the stairs there were two women available. Camille was one of them. I asked the receptionist if the pretty girl who was here last week is here. I described her. She said she didn't know who I was talking about. Then another woman came into the room who was nice so I chose her. I paid £35 for a half hour.

Katie has everything that a man could want in a sex worker. She's pretty, glamorous, easy to talk to, chatty and fun loving. In the room she took hold of my cock and got it erect. I asked her about the beauty but she said she didn't know who I meant and the rota on Fridays tends to change a lot. Katie is a young blonde woman and sounds as if she comes from Manchester.

We did a lot of things together. We did it with her on top. Then with me on top. I suggested we tried it with her sitting on the chair. I knelt on the floor in front of her and when my cock was inside her I lifted up her legs. That didn't seem to work though. I said it would be really nice to kiss her, not expecting her to accept this. She said 'You can kiss me if you want'. So we had a snog.

Even though it was great with Katie I still hadn't come. I thought I could try somewhere else. I could have gone along the road to Passions, but I thought it would be Julia again there with the older oriental woman. I could have gone to Cosmopolitan or Tropical Palms. I have been to both of them, although not had sex at Tropical Palms. Instead I thought I would try one that isn't close to the city centre but not far out.

Salon 24 is at the far end of Park Street. It doesn't look a nice area, but when you get into the building it's OK. I was told I could choose between three women. Or was it four? I can't remember, I can only remember the first and last women I was offered. The first one was plump. The last one was even plumper, and looked as if she might be Italian.

I chose Sasha, the first woman. I had heard her laugh and thought she sounded good fun. I think I paid £40 for a half hour. I went upstairs to a big room with an enormous bed along the whole width of the room. It was like three double beds joined together. There was a porn video playing on a TV and mirrors on the wall and ceiling. Sasha looks about 40 and has a nice face. She sounds like a local lass too. So it just goes to show they're not all foreigners these days.

We started off with a bit of a massage. I said I wanted her to lie on her back so I could see her pussy. She had a big pussy, quite nice looking. I shouldn't think that her vagina would be tight, which is what some men require. I got on top of her. It felt nice being on top of such a big woman. When we were fucking she was moving about and making noises. I said to her that it would be better if she didn't move about. She continued to make her 'Ah! Ah!' noises. I said it would be better if she didn't make noises. Then I told her what I wanted her to say. I told her to say 'Fuck my pussy'. She did what I asked and it didn't take long before I came on top of her.

I had a shower before I left. One idea I had at the back of my mind was to try and find the Red Light District in Manchester. I had found a website where it said where it is. I wasn't sure if I should bother because I have tried to find Red Light Districts in recent years, finding nothing although suspecting it might be different if I came back at 2 am. I didn't want to have sex there, I just wanted to see what it's like.

So I went down Fairfield Street near Piccadilly station. I didn't see any prostitutes in the streets I looked in. I wasn't really expecting to, it was mid afternoon. Then at the corner of St Andrew's Street and Helmet Street I saw them. There was a fat woman standing on the corner trying hard to attract business. There was a black woman and an old white woman sitting on some steps. In Helmet Street I could see a woman sitting on a wheelie bin on its side.

The fat women tried to talk to me but I walked past. These were the sort of women so familiar to me yet I hadn't seen for years. I felt in danger. In danger of her being a woman police officer. In danger of being robbed. In danger of meeting a woman I might become obsessed with. Not in danger of taking drugs and getting addicted: I had been in this situation before and never come anywhere near to trying what they're on.

So I walked on, up St Andrew's Street to St Andrew's Square. At the northern end of St Andrew's Square where it meets Adair Street I saw a very beautiful glamorous woman. She was sitting on a wall. Well away from the other women. I could hardly believe she could be a street girl. I walked past her but looked back to see what she was up to. She looked as if she was Asian, with a dark skin.

I thought I saw her talk to someone in a car but then come back to where she had been sitting. I walked up to her. I said 'Hello'. When I said 'Can I talk to you?' she said 'I only do it in the car'. It was only then that I was sure she is a sex worker. I didn't try to talk to her after that but walked away.

So I started out looking for a beauty and not finding her and ended up finding another beauty in very different circumstances. If anyone reading this knows about either of these two beauties, please can you tell us something about them, their names and what they do. I find them fascinating and I'm sure I'm not the only one to do so.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Manchester Great Ancoats Street and Chinatown

I made my way from the train station to Great Ancoats Street yesterday. I wanted to go to Piccadilly Club where they have a line up of four semi-naked women. I was disappointed when they only had two there though. Camille was one of them. I had seen her before so I knew what to expect. I paid my £35 and Camille led me up the stairs.

Camille was looking younger and more attractive than I remembered. She's quite wild but even she has her limits. She told me not to come on her face. It was alright for me to come on her chest but not on her face. I think that's more to do with spoiling her makeup than anything else. I asked if I could put my finger in her pussy and she said yes, if I put a condom on my finger. So I got one finger inside her, then after a while took it out and put two fingers in the condom. I held it up for her to see and she was happy for me to put two fingers in. She started wanking herself and appeared to orgasm.

When my half hour was up Camille said I should book another half hour with her. She said I needed a full hour so I could come. I had other ideas though. It's not that I didn't want another half hour with Camille, it's just that I wanted to see what my other options were.

I went down the road to Passions. There were two women there. An older oriental woman who I think was there the last time. I chose Julia who is young and pretty. Again £35. Julia was a bit strange. She didn't like me lying on top of her. She said she loved doggy-style, which is what some of them say when they don't want a man on top of them. So we tried that, but it's never really worked for me. She didn't want me to touch her pussy. She kept her bikini top on the whole time. I wanted to look at her pussy and wank myself, she lay on the bed with her legs open but didn't seem happy with that either. I don't think she's going to last long in this business.

I went back to Piccadilly Club again. This time there were four women in the line up. Camille was there again, third from left. The first on the left was a tall slender beauty who gave me a shy smile. Next to her was a tall plumper woman who had quite a nice face. I was tempted by the beauty but I thought I would probably just want to stare at her face the whole time. The plumper more ordinary looking woman I thought I could come on top of her.

Her name is Sophia and she said she's from Italy. I asked her to keep her sexy dress on. I tried shagging her but something just wasn't working. The small dark room with the narrow bed was putting me off. It would have been better on a proper bed in a proper bedroom with lots of natural light. That's how it is at Passions. The ultra violet lamp lighting up odd bits of clothing added to the unreality of the situation.

I asked Sophia if she's going out tonight. She said she was. I said do you like clubbing. Having a dance. Men watching you. Picking up men. She's the sort of girl men would like to take home. I was looking at her pussy, her legs wide apart, and I asked her if she would let me put my finger inside her if I used a condom for that. She said no way. I wanked myself and she said come in tissue not on me. I got some semen on the towel and maybe a bit on the bed. I don't think I got any on her, but if I did it would have been just a couple of drops. She seemed irritated but afterwards was friendly, asking if I was married etc.
this is not one of the girls

Even though I had come with Sophia I decided to go to Chinatown and find a place I had seen. It is a Thai massage place. When I had walked past it months ago it seemed that men were queuing up outside. I found the place but it was right next to a barber shop so maybe the men were queuing up for the barber shop? I found the place and went up the stairs. It seemed quite classy. I said I would like a massage but only if I could take a quick shower before. I had spent hours on the train and then walking around Manchester. It was a warm humid day so I wanted to make it nice for the masseur. I paid £35 I think it was for an hour massage.

Usually when you take a shower at these places it is a small space. Here, however, it was a shower room. Plenty of room to move about. I had been given a big towel and a towel gown to wear. I went back into the room. It was a proper Thai massage with her moving my legs into odd positions. I had no idea if I was going to be offered some kind of sexual service or if it was just a straight massage. Part of me didn't want hand relief because I had already come not long before and I don't find it easy to come that way anyway.

A few times her hands brushed against my genitals. I was naked. I thought perhaps this is the sort of place where if you get an erection they will offer to wank you, but if you don't then it will just be a straight massage. I tried to make my cock get stiff by having sexual fantasies. The lady was older and quite short but not bad looking. She smiled, looked at my cock - which was semi-erect at this point - and said something like 'I think he's woken up now'. I held it and waggled it about. It became fully erect. I said something like 'Yes, he has definitely woken up now'.

She wanted £40 to wank me. I looked in my wallet but only had £20 so I gave her that and some loose change. She seemed to enjoy it and I certainly enjoyed it because I could feel myself about to come. I wanted it to happen and tried to visualize fountains of sperm spurting out. She knew what she was doing because I did come, for the second time that day. She made me feel that my whole day had been worthwhile after my sleazy encounters with reluctant prostitutes. I left very happy.

Glasgow v Manchester

If anyone is thinking of punting in Glasgow I would say don't bother. I could only find sex workers on the internet. The photographs were nothing like the sex worker. The going rate seems to be £80 per half hour or £160 per hour. In London or Liverpool it would be £60 per half hour. In Manchester it seems to be £35.

I went to see two sex workers, both of them were supposed to be in the city centre but were quite far out. Both worked from their homes which were in blocks of flats. It involved quite a few text messages before I could locate them. I felt a bit vulnerable, fearing I might be robbed going up the stairs. More importantly, I would think that they would be vulnerable too. I don't suppose whoever it is who decided on policing policy for prostitution in Glasgow would have thought of that. A woman on her own in a flat with lots of money would be a target for criminals.

I first saw 'Jessica' in Royston Road. Looked nothing like the photo and she wasn't South American. She wanted £80. I didn't realize at the time that this is the going rate for Glasgow so I said I'd give her £60. She accepted. It worked out well though and I came on top of her. It was a warm humid day and we were both sweaty which I think added to the pleasure.

I also saw Aitana in Tollcross Road. I gave her £80. I was only with her a few minutes when the doorbell went. She stopped what she was doing with me and went to the door. She told the man to come back in 10 minutes. So I didn't get my half hour with her and I didn't come.

On the train yesterday from Glasgow I was meant to change at Wigan North for my train to Liverpool. I asked the ticket collector if I could buy a ticket that would enable me to stay on the train and get off at Manchester Piccadilly instead. I wanted to see a sex worker of two in Manchester. I can tell you all about what I did yesterday in Manchester in my next post. It was very good.

Friday, June 12, 2015

my other trips to Soho this year


In my last post I told you about my third trip to London this year. Nobody has asked me about my two previous trips. In March I made one day trip. First I went to the Chinese place in Wardour Street where the girl someone told me about works. The one who is supposed to be really pretty. Someone at reception said she wouldn't be there until Wednesday.

So I went to the Chinese place near Chinatown that I have been going to for years. I wanted to see the raunchy woman who I had seen before. She looked younger than I had remembered her. I think she would be in her 20s or 30s rather than the 30s or 40s that I had thought before. I told her that I would like to have oral sex without a condom and she agreed.

Then I went to Romilly Street and noticed that Sasha was there. Sasha is quite tall so I thought it would be good to be on top of her again. There was a large mirror on the wall and when I was on her I pointed it out. She smiled and then pointed up towards the ceiling. There was a mirror up there too. I hadn't noticed it before. I thought she seems to like watching men on top of her.

I went to Greens Court and saw that Yaya was there. I have seen Yaya in Soho before, and once had half an hour with her in a brothel in Croydon. Yaya is an older Thai woman who can be quite raunchy. After Yaya I went to see Lily in Greek Street. Lily remembers me because I have seen her lots of times. She gives her regulars special treatment.

My next trip in April was better. I went again to Wardour Street. It was a Tuesday. I was told the same thing, that she wouldn't be there until the next day. You would think I would have worked out that she doesn't work Mondays or Tuesdays. I went to Greens Court and saw that Poppy was working there. Poppy is one of my favourites so I went up. She remembered me, and asked how I'm getting on in Liverpool. It always amazes me that they can remember any of their clients: they must see so many of them. It had been six months or so since I had last seen her.

I tried to explain to her that I was moving out of Liverpool because I had found somewhere more rural and near the sea. Somewhere still in Merseyside though. I was sick of living in the Inner City with all the weirdos. I wasn't sure if it was going to happen so I didn't want to say too much about it. It has worked out though.

After seeing Poppy I thought I would try to see Eva in Berwick Street. She was there and seemed just as raunchy as ever. I think she is a nymphomaniac. She wanted me to stick my fingers into her. I did that and she said she wanted them deeper.

Lily was at Greek Street but I noticed Amy was too. I decided to chance going to see her. I saw Amy a few times years ago but then she refused to see me. Every time I tried to see her she turned me away. She had confused me with another man who was a time-waster. She had been absent from Soho for a long time, working in Luton. When she came back I tried again but was turned away.

So it was a surprise that she let me in. For some reason I suspected that Amy had grown fatter and embittered over the years, but in fact she looks lovely. She's a plump girl but she looks healthy and has quite a pretty face and bright eyes. She seems to be someone who enjoys life. People who say that prostitutes have dead eyes don't know what they are talking about. That is not my experience.

Amy is renowned for her oral skills but I thought it would be nice to be on top of her. I kept going until I had a powerful orgasm. I laughed and then she laughed. It was my only orgasm that day and I hadn't had one on my previous trip. I am now working out what sort of women are best for me. The ones who are beauties for some reason don't get me aroused enough. That doesn't mean that I won't see them again. The really raunchy ones are a lot of fun but that doesn't do it for me either. The women who work best for me are the ordinary women like Amy.

On my second trip I saw a beauty (Poppy), a really raunchy one (Eva), and a nice girl (Amy). Each offered something different and I had an orgasm with Amy. I spent £22 on each of them so it's not a lot of money when you think about it. Just recently I found a brothel in Rock Ferry near Liverpool. I got lucky because the woman I saw was just right for me. She was a plump Thai woman called Jenny. She had quite a pretty face but wasn't a beauty. We didn't do anything raunchy, I just got on top of her and shagged away till I came. She didn't get into it but didn't mind what I was doing to her. She seemed quite a nice person.

Friday, May 15, 2015

norwegians

I'm in London on a short trip. I came here on Wednesday and I go back this evening. There was only one girl on my 'wish list'. Two of my readers independently told me about a lovely Chinese girl in Wardour Street. One of them said she's the sweetest cutest girl he's seen. The other said she's 'The most beautiful girl I've ever seen in Chinese massage shop'. So, of course, I had to see her.

This is my third trip to London this year and each time I have tried to see her. She doesn't work Mondays or Tuesdays though. On my way to Wardour Street I decided to go through Little Newport Street in Chinatown. In one of the doorways was an older woman and a girl, both Chinese. The girl had big glasses on and looked like a student. The woman was trying to drag the girl to the doorway and she was pulling back and giggling. It looked as if the girl was new to the massage business and a bit shy.

In Wardour Street the girl took me downstairs to a small room. It was a strange room: half of the ceiling was only about 5 foot high. This was where the massage table was so it wasn't a problem except when I got up. After some massage she asked if I wanted hand relief. I asked her how much that cost. She said £40. I asked her if that would include her taking off her clothes and she said no. She said all she does is hand relief, nothing else, with her clothes on.

I said that usually I need to see the girl naked to become aroused. I suggested that if I gave her £20 she could try to give me an erection. If she succeeded then I would give her another £10, and if she made me come I would give her another £10. £40 in all. I didn't really want to spend £40 if I wasn't going to come.

She replied that she would have to put in the same amount of work whatever the outcome so she should get the £40. However, we ended up doing what I had suggested and at the end I gave her £30. She told me that she has a lot of female customers. She gives them hand relief too. I asked her all about it. One of the questions I asked is what nationality are most of them. Australians perhaps? For some reason I thought it might be Australian women. She said mostly British but quite a few Norwegians.

I think she quite likes her job. She only does hand relief, for £40, and doesn't take her clothes off. It's nice to know that these women don't have to do anything they don't want to do, and can make good money offering a minimal sexual service. Just a few days a week. She is quite pretty. I didn't manage to come though.

I went back to Little Newport Street, to the doorway. The older woman was there. I asked her where the young girl is. She said they've all gone home. She said she would give me a blowjob for £20, something that the young girls wouldn't do. I asked if that would be with or without a condom. She said without.

I went down the stairs with her. Behind a counter was an attractive younger woman. She asked me if I wanted an hour or half an hour. I paid her £30 for half an hour. The older woman led me into a tiny room. She said for another £20 she would strip off. So I gave her £40 and she took her clothes off. No massage, although there was a massage table. She started sucking my cock. I put my hand between her legs. She alternated between sucking me and wanking me quite vigorously.

At one point she lay on her back on the massage table. I sat on her chest. I wanted to wank on her face. I could tell at one time she had been quite an attractive woman. I guessed she was about 50. She was smiling at me and encouraging me. She lifted her her head up and put the end of my cock in her mouth. Eventually I came, kneeling between her legs with one finger of my left hand in her pussy and wanking myself with my other hand.

It was quite a wild experience, the opposite of what I'd experienced earlier in Wardour Street. There is a place in Charing Cross Road where I'd had two similar experiences with Chinese women. But usually not that much is on offer apart from hand relief.

On my way out, the girl with the big glasses was in the corridor. She was leading a young black man towards the stairway, looking quite pleased with herself. So I guess she's not as shy as my first impression of her. The older woman hadn't been telling me the truth when she said that she had gone home. I wondered if she would be sucking his cock, and if she would be enjoying it, giggling perhaps.

Today I have been to Soho. I have had a look around. The girl with the big glasses wasn't in the doorway but the older woman was. If Sasha had been in Romilly Street I might have seen her. If Roxy had been in Greek Street I might have seen her. Or Amy. I sat in the park in Soho Square. There was a girl there who was meeting her boyfriend. I observed her for a while. I wanted to see a girl naked. I wondered who would be at 52 Greek Street.

Ten minutes later I was there. It was a tall pretty girl called Mary. I said to her that I'm not in the mood for sex. Could I just look at her naked for 10 minutes for £20? She looked a bit perplexed but agreed. I asked her to lie on the bed. Then I asked her to open her legs. She kept her high heels on which was good. The girl in the park had high heels on. She has nice legs and a lovely pussy. I sat on the edge of the sofa, then sat on the bed next to her. She was quite chatty. At the end I told her I would be happy all day because of what she had done for me.
52 Greek Street

Thursday, April 9, 2015

more about Manchester's brothels

On Wednesday last week I returned to Manchester and saw Dana again. I declined to pay the extra £5 and was given the same room that I had had before. Dana was even more delightful than she had been before. I didn't have an orgasm with her though, so I thought I would try another one.

I went to the Piccadilly Club in Great Ancoats Street. This was a completely different experience from Cosmopolitan. I went up the stairs and there were four women standing in line. They were all wearing lingerie and at least one of them was naked from the waist up. I wasn't expecting this so it was quite a surprise. An older woman from behind a grille asked me who I would like to choose, giving me their names from left to right.

I chose Camille. She wasn't the youngest or prettiest, but there was something about her that I liked. I asked how much it costs and was told £35 for half an hour. Camille took me up the stairs to a small room. She looks like a perky housewife and I was surprised when she said she's from Brazil. There's a massage table and an ultraviolet lamp that made some items of clothing glow.

Camille knew how to talk really dirty. When I was wanking myself she asked if I wanted her to spit on my cock. That's a new one on me. I found it very exciting but even then I didn't manage to come.

£35 doesn't sound a lot of money to me and I wanted to find out if brothels in Liverpool are that cheap. I phoned the first one in the local newspaper and went there. I realised that it's a place I have been to before. Somewhere I had found out about on the internet. They have a nice web site. I didn't have sex there though because it was a bit pricey.

When the receptionist at 21 Temple Street reminded me of the price I was about to leave but she asked me how much money I had. I only had £40 on me but she said I could have a taster for that if I wanted. I was introduced to an attractive young woman called Sky who took me into a room. She massaged my back and when I turned over she was naked apart from her bikini bottoms. She had oil on her breasts.

She started wanking me. I said she reminded me of someone, a celebrity, but I couldn't think who. She said she gets compared to Britney Spears. I said she looked like a teenager, and she replied that she looks different when she's got her makeup on. It was much later, as I was walking down the street, that I realised she looks like Helen Skelton, the Blue Peter presenter.

An escort from Minxx Escorts told me last year that they have a brothel in London Road in Liverpool. So a few days ago I phoned them and asked them about it. I was told that what they do is tell you who is there, there might be three women there, then you look at their web site to see which one you fancy. There are photos of the women but the faces are obscured. You tell them which one you want, then you wait in the Costa in London Road and she comes to meet you there and takes you to the place. It costs £80 for half an hour so I decided not to do that.

Yesterday I went back to Manchester for the third time. I decided not to see Dana again because although she's beautiful she doesn't excite me enough. I decided to go to the Piccadilly Club again. There were the four women standing there as before. Camille was there but I chose another one called Priscilla. I asked the price for one hour, but ended up paying £40 for 40 minutes.

Priscilla is very attractive. Another Brazilian but blonde. I paid an extra £10 for oral sex without a condom. She was wonderful, very playful, smiling a lot. I tried shagging her as I had done with Camille, but we ended up with me wanking myself with my right hand with two fingers of my left hand in her pussy. I managed to come this time.

Although I had come, I decided to visit another brothel. I chose the next one on the list in the local newspaper. Passions, also in Great Ancoats Street. This was more the sort of brothel I was used to. Two women available. A young European and an older oriental woman. I chose Alex, who says she's Spanish. She's not especially sexy. She looks like a schoolgirl or a waitress. I paid £35 for half an hour.

For some reason, in the room it really worked for me. She's tall and I started shagging her. I managed to keep my erection so I kept going till I came. For the second time in a day. So last week I hadn't managed to come at all. But this week I came twice. For less than £100. Even if you take into account the train ticket from Liverpool to Manchester.

Friday, March 27, 2015

as good as it gets

On Wednesday I spent half an hour with a beautiful young woman. She looks halfway between Kelly Brook and Eva Mendes. she is tall and slender and good fun to be with. It only cost me £40. I'm going back to see her next Wednesday. She only works Wednesdays.

In the news today Students turn to sex work to make ends meet at university, study finds Research shows one in 20 students has worked in sex industry to fund lifestyles, just get by or reduce debts. Maybe I got one of those. I can tell you more about her and what else I got up to in Portland Street in Manchester in my next post.

Friday, March 20, 2015

street girls in Liverpool and Croydon

When I was a visitor to Liverpool I looked for street girls and couldn't find any. Now I live here it seems that I have found one or two without even looking. Soon after I moved into my new flat a young woman asked me for money in the street where I live. I didn't give her any money and I didn't want to talk to her. A few days ago an older woman asked me for money.

I saw her talking to a man and guessed that she was begging. Then she walked towards me and called 'Charlie!'. I continued walking away from her. She called 'Charlie!' again. I turned round and said 'My name's not Charlie'. She said that she needed some money because something traumatic had happened to her and she needed to make a phone call. She did look quite distressed so I decided to give her a pound.

She asked me if I came from London and I said I did. She said what part of London and I said Croydon. She said that she used to live in Croydon, in Pawsons Road. There is a Pawsons Road in Croydon and it's not a well known road so I thought she must be telling the truth. I asked her if she knew any of the street girls that I had known in Croydon.

I asked her if she had known Trina Schofield. Trina is someone I met a few years ago. I had met lots of street girls when I went to Tooting Bec Common more than ten years ago. I have talked about many of them in my early posts on this blog. Trina wasn't one of those though.

In 2008 there was a group on the internet that discussed street girls. Trina's name was mentioned. I could see she lived not far from me. Steve said she was "the best deep throat I've ever had". Someone called pervez aktar said "best blowjob in the world" and "she gives the best head in the world". However, she could be very unreliable. Steve said "Don't try to work out what's going on. You need white brown and meth and it will make perfect sense".

I got her phone number, phoned her and went to her flat. I saw Trina three times in all. The second time it worked out quite well but she was too unpredictable. The last time I saw her she went off with my money. Years after that I saw a newspaper article about her. The headline was 'Vulnerable Croydon woman died after taking heroin with friends'. Apparently Trina had injected a mentally ill woman with heroin who then died.

A few years ago I met a woman I will call Amy. I liked her (unlike Trina) so I won't say her real name. The first time I saw Amy she was begging outside McDonald's in the North End Croydon. She said she needed money to get somewhere to sleep for the night. The second time I saw her was in Beulah Road. I spoke to her briefly and I asked her if she knew Trina. She said she did. I saw her a few more times, once at a bus stop.

In 2012 a woman who I had known from Tooting Bec Common contacted me by email. She had found out that I had mentioned her on my blog. I will call her Bernie. We corresponded by email and I learned a lot from her about the Common and the women who went there. You might ask how does a street girl keep in touch with someone by email. She mostly used a BlackBerry. Bernie knew Trina very well, she told me they often worked together.

Anne Marie/Anna/'Mummy'
Bernie sent me two accounts of her life. One of them was a day in the life of a street girl. I put both of them on my blog - she wanted me to - but she asked me to remove them after friends started asking if she had written them. She said that she had known someone who she called 'Mummy'. I thought she was referring to a black woman called Jodie but it was someone else.

Mummy died of an overdose. I got this photo of Mummy from the internet group. Someone had taken photos of her and other prostitutes working in the Kings Cross area of London. I put some of these photos on my blog and Bernie recognized her. I think Mummy had worked on the Common but I never met her.

One of the last emails I got from Bernie was worrying. She said that her best friend Stacey had died. She said that she was worried about being evicted because she was in arrears with her rent. She had been out to try and earn some money but had not made anything. Bernie didn't reply to my next email to her.

Weeks later I was going into Croydon on the bus and I saw Amy walking along. I got off the bus and rushed along North End trying to find her. I thought I had lost her but then I saw her. I went up to her and said that I had spoken to her before. I said that she had told me she knows Trina, does she know Bernie too? I wanted to know what had happened to Bernie.

Amy took me into McDonald's. I offered to buy her a coffee but she said she would prefer it if I just gave her the money. She told me that she and Bernie were good friends. Bernie had had a stroke and was now in hospital. She said that Bernie was being looked after by her father.

It's quite common for crack addicts to get strokes. I did get one more email from Bernie, a long time later. She said she's in a hospital in a particular area of London and she's getting better. Someone said there's a well known hospital in that area for brain injuries.

I had met Trina, Amy and Bernie under different circumstances so it surprised me that they all knew each other. But then I suppose it's not really surprising that drug addicts would all know each other. More recently last year in Croydon I met a black girl called Angel who knew Trina well.

The woman I spoke to just a few days ago said she hadn't known Trina, or any of the other street girls I named. That wouldn't be surprising if she left Croydon quite a few years ago.

She asked me if I'm a bachelor. I said yes. She asked me if I liked a drink. I said yes. She asked me if I would like her to come to my flat sometime and we can have a drink together. I said that I'm not sure about that because I'm a bit wary of people living in this area. She had also asked me what my name is and where I live but I told her I would prefer not to say. I can only assume she makes money from prostitution. I'm not sure, the only way I could find out would be to invite her in, but I'm not going to do that.

She saw someone on the other side of the road and said she had to go and talk to him. As she went off she said 'What's your name again?' and I replied 'Peter'. That's not my name. I have decided that I don't want her to come to my flat. I don't want to have anything to do with these people. It's not worth the risk. It might lead to people tapping on my windows in the early hours of the morning or maybe even a burglary. They're not all bad people though. Amy and Bernie were nice, and I feel sorry for Trina more than dislike her.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Soho and suburbia

I have been busy since my last post, spending far too much money, and found some lovely women. At 34 Romilly Street I saw Lavinia and Sasha. Both of them are well liked by punters, and rightly so. They smile and laugh a lot, and are good fun to be with. They are both of above average attractiveness, in terms of pretty faces, although on the plump side. Neither are as pretty as Bulgarian/Iranian Zara. Lavinia is short and Sasha is taller. They both have dark Latin looks, Lavinia from South America and Sasha from Spain.

Also since my previous post I saw Tilly and Orchid at 2 Greens Court upper flat. I wanted to see all of the Thai women here. I saw Poppy a while back and was so impressed that I saw her again, spending more time and money, but I wanted to see the other Thai women. I thought they might be as nice as Poppy. They are all nice, but none of them as nice as Poppy. I've seen Mesa, Sophie (who no longer works there), Tilly and Orchid. The only woman there I haven't seen is Chloe, but she is a blonde Eastern European.

I was in Soho one afternoon wondering what to do and I decided I would visit the place in Twickenham that someone told me about. It is a Thai massage establishment where the girls are young and pretty. They don't always know what to do but are open to persuasion. I had a day travelcard so I knew it wouldn't cost me any more money to get there. I looked on Google on my mobile and saw that I could get a train from Waterloo. So I hopped on the Northern Line and then caught the train to Strawberry Hill.

The establishment is very close to Strawberry Hill station. I had a half hour massage with a lovely lady. I said to her "Do you know ******?". This is the name of the girl who I was told is the youngest and prettiest. I can't give her name or the name of the establishment because I would get them into trouble. She replied "So you have been here before!". I said I hadn't been there before but someone told me about this place. She said that this girl has gone back to Thailand. It sounded as if she won't be coming back.

I said "I don't know if I out to tell you what ****** did for him". She wanted to know, so I put my hand above my groin and moved it up and down, simulating a hand job. She didn't seem surprised. She asked me if that is what I wanted and I replied that maybe I'll come back and have an hour long massage and we could do that. She said I shouldn't tell the guy at reception what they do.

One thing I rarely do is visit brothels in South London near to where I live. I did go to my local one a month or two ago. It was a Saturday and I think these places have only one woman available on a Saturday. Weekdays they have two so you get a choice. I saw a young Hungarian woman called Sophie who was not particularly attractive and did the minimum she could get away with. I expect that's what most people think women in brothels are like. Years ago at the same place there was a Norwegian called Ana or Anna who used her hand and mouth together to bring me to orgasm. Without a condom. The maid said Ana didn't work there any more.

This Saturday I decided to pop into Kitty's Place at Elmers End, seeing as how I was in the area. I had been to Kitty's Place once before. I saw a lovely very dark skinned woman called Roxy from Mauritius or somewhere. Their minimum price is £40 which gets you a hand job. The woman they had this Saturday was Lola. Lola is fantastic. She is Brazilian of Italian parentage and she is so beautiful and so much fun.

I don't know how old she is, maybe 30 or possibly even 40. She is quite petite and very slender. She smiles and laughs a lot and she seems to really get into the sex. She told me she also does Mondays, so I went back on Monday and paid £60 for a half hour session with her. The other woman there was a red-headed Eastern European. I knew I wanted Lola, but I wanted to take a look at the red head.

Both times I saw Lola she took out her vibrator and started wanking herself. It was a joy to watch her doing this. The second time I asked if I could put a finger in her pussy. She said yes so she was stimulating her clit with her vibrator with my finger in her vagina. I was kneeling between her legs and after she came I came over her. This year I have found three great beauties. Zara, Poppy, and now Lola. Lovely Lola Lolita is my perfect Italian Woman and I will definitely have to see her again.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Poppy again

WARNING! There could be a woman at 2 Greens Court who is using the same name as Poppy but isn't her. Someone went to see Poppy and was disappointed. If you go and see a short woman about 30 with tattoos it's not the real Poppy.

I saw Poppy on Tuesday for the first time. I was so impressed with her that when she told me she does Thursdays too I wanted to see her again. So that's what I did today.

Poppy looks a bit like this
I tried to get to Soho before any lunchtime rush and I got there just after midday. The maid told me to come back in 10 minutes. There was someone with Poppy and someone else waiting with the maid. I decided I was going to wait around on the stairs otherwise I would lose my place. Another guy came and rang her bell, then went down and rang the bell of the flat below.

A man came down the stairs so I knew I could go up and ring the bell again. The maid invited me in and I sat with her for a while. I asked her if 20 minutes costs £50. At most places it does. She told me that she thinks it is £55, but I would have to ask Poppy. 10 minutes costs £20, so I wasn't sure if I wanted to spend the extra money.

Another guy rang the bell. The maid wanted to know how long I was going to spend. 20 minutes? I had to make a decision so I said yes. She told the guy to come back in 20 minutes.

We talked a bit more before Poppy was free. The maid said they have a phone number now, so that men can make appointments. She's so popular, but then I think most of the Thai girls here at the upper flat of 2 Greens Court are. She said she wasn't sure if she should put the phone number on the internet because it might cause problems for them. I said I thought it would be fine.

Then Poppy was free, and I went up the stairs. I'll never forget the first time I saw Poppy. She was in the bathroom at the top of the stairs and she gave me a lovely smile. I have included a photo of Billie Piper in this post because she does look a bit like this. If you think jet black hair and more oriental eyes then you get the idea.

Poppy greeted me at the top of the stairs. She was wearing more make up than she had done on Tuesday and she was wearing a tarty little dress. When we went into the bedroom she asked if I would like her to take off all her clothes. I said yes then said I liked what she was wearing on Tuesday. She thought and asked me if I meant the massage dress. I had thought it looked like the sort of thing that a massage girl would wear.

I asked her to put that one on, and she said it would cost an extra £10. She's got lots of uniforms. She had two pink short dresses almost identical and asked which one I wanted. I picked one out. I said I wanted her to pretend to be a massage girl and give me a massage. I lay on my tummy and she got some oil and massaged my shoulders.

I told her that when I turn over I'm going to ask her if she does any extras. If she's a good girl then she should say "No. I don't do any extras". If she's a naughty girl then she should say "Yes. I do hand relief". So we did that and she started wanking me, using oil. I asked her if she thought that these Chinese massage girls like to hold a stiff cock in their hands, and she said yes. I asked her if she thought that they liked to see sperm spurting out of the end of a stiff cock, and she said she thought they would.

So she continued wanking me for a while, and then I remembered what I used to do with one of my favourite sex workers. Ivy in Greek Street used to sit between my legs and wank me that way, talking dirty while she did it. We did that for a while and then I said I wanted her to lie on her back with her legs apart. She held open her pussy and I wanked myself till I came.

I asked her how long we've got left and she said 4 minutes. I said we could have a cuddle. We talked while I had my hand on her pussy. I said she doesn't need to wear so much make up because she's a natural beauty. She told me she has different looks because her customers like different things. She can look however a customer wants her to look.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

nobody told me about her

I wasn't planning to come to Soho today but I wanted to see Roxy. She's very popular now. I had not seen her before but I liked what they are saying about her. She is as pretty as they say. When I saw her she reminded me of Holly Willoughby. She doesn't look exactly the same as Holly Willoughby but similar. She's blonde and wears tons of makeup but it's a nice look that suits her bubbly and giggly personality. She's got nice big eyes. I would guess she's 21 years old.

I'm glad I saw her, but she's not really my type. Young and blonde doesn't do it for me. I went to the upper flat at 2 Greens Court to see one of the Thai girls. What a surprise I got when I saw Poppy. I think she is stunning to look at, and she has a very sultry look. I wish that I had known how lovely she is, but nobody told me about her. I want to see her again.

WARNING! There could be a woman at 2 Greens Court who is using the same name as Poppy but isn't her. Someone went to see Poppy and was disappointed. If you go and see a short woman about 30 with tattoos it's not the real Poppy.

As with Roxy, I told Poppy I wanted her to lie on her back with her legs apart. I wanted her to hold her pussy open. I got an erection but I didn't manage to come. Ten minutes is not a lot of time, maybe next time I'll spend longer. I'll definitely refrain from wanking for some time before I go; because I hadn't planned to come to Soho I'd had a wank this morning.

I hadn't been to this flat for years. Every time I went there to see one of the Thai girls the maid said I should come back later because they're busy. I've seen photos of the flat, it's very nice there.

I ended up in Little Newport Street. I asked the maid if it is Holly today, she said no it's Lisa. I had forgotten who Lisa is. In my mind I seemed to remember a nice Filipina woman from years ago who I had liked. I was thinking of Lucy. When I saw Lisa I remembered I'd seen her a few weeks ago.

Lisa is an older woman and dark. Not young and blonde like Roxy. Not young and dark like Poppy. Although Lisa's not much to look at, unlike Holly who works at the same place, she did it for me. I looked at her pussy and wanked myself. I asked if she could talk dirty. She called me a wanker, which is not quite what I had in mind. She said that I had to keep wanking and she was going to count to ten and she wanted me to come before then. That's what happened.
Little Newport Street, Chinatown, London

Friday, August 15, 2014

thoughts about my first escort

On Tuesday this week I experienced my first escort. I wrote about it in my previous post. I have been thinking about it. I've only seen one escort, and so I'm hardly in a position to comment on all escorts, but there are a few things I can say.

Firstly, my escort wasn't someone from Eastern Europe or Southeast Asia desperate to make money. I can't say that about all escorts of course, but it isn't true that they're all poor women who have few choices in life. That's what some people would want you to believe, the ones who want it banned. My escort was educated in America and I expect she could have lived there if she'd wanted.

Secondly, she seemed to enjoy my company and enjoyed the sex too. When we were having sex she wanted to wank herself until she came. That was nice for me to watch. Some people will say she was only pretending, because that's what turns men on. They will say she didn't really want to be with me. But when I looked at her pussy she was obviously aroused. And why not, lot's of women will have sex for free with a stranger in a hotel room. She told me I was her first client of the day. Perhaps I was the last of the day too. I don't think she has to have sex loads of times every day.

Thirdly, not all escorts are tall, slender and beautiful. Men don't insist on women with big breasts and tiny waists. My escort wasn't tall, slender or a stunner. But she made me happy. She can make a living through escorting. Unless, of course, the radical feminists and faith groups manage to ban her from making a living. Then you've got the blokes who say why can't you get it for free. But if a man pays £50 for a meal and £50 for his date's meal, with drinks on top that's easily £120. It's not for free. And a man might have to pay for several dates before he gets any action.

People say that Belle de Jour was nothing near the reality of prostitution. Well, what I experienced on Tuesday night comes very close to that. The only real difference is that my escort wasn't young, tall, slender or a stunner. I could have got that if I'd wanted that, the agency have a website where you can select a woman you fancy.

I don't know what India is going to do with her money. She might be studying or on an internship or has her own business. Whatever she is I wish her the best and I hope the money will be a help to her.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

two Lisas and a Zara

I knew that both Zara and Lisa were likely to be working in Soho yesterday. I saw Zara last month and had a great time with her. Zara is very attractive and I was able to orgasm by fucking her, which is something unusual for me. Lisa is also attractive but taller than Zara. I thought I might try fucking her. I had heard recently that she's good at handjobs so I thought I might try that too.

I have seen Lisa three or four times over the years. She's definitely an attractive woman but each time I see her she seems to look different. I didn't find her as attractive yesterday as I had expected. She was wearing a bikini, she took her top off and got onto the bed with me, taking my cock into her hand. I wasn't getting turned on and I asked her to take her bikini bottoms off.

She removed them and continued playing with my willy; smiling, talking dirty and moving her tongue about in a suggestive way. I asked her to lie on her back with her legs apart so that I could look at her pussy and play with myself. This is how I usually manage to orgasm but it wasn't really working. I asked her to lie on her side, with one knee up so that I could see her bum and pussy at the same time.

I explained to her that last week I had been on holiday on the south coast. Walking along a beach I saw two people lying on the shingle. One of them was a girl. I could see up her skirt but I wasn't close enough to be sure of what I was seeing. I couldn't see any knickers, either she was wearing tights or nothing under her skirt. I found it a great turn on, but even thinking about that and looking at Lisa's bum and pussy slit wasn't doing it for me. So I left when my time was up without achieving orgasm.

52 Greek Street - you can see the sign for Monica
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I went to see Zara in Greet Street. I started off looking at her pussy and wanking myself but then I wanted to try fucking her. I asked if I could use the condoms I had brought with me. Someone had recommended this particular brand. Mates Skyn 'closest thing to wearing nothing'. I thought they might enhance my pleasure and help me come to orgasm instead of losing my erection as usually happens. She wouldn't allow it though, she said her ones were thick and safe.

She put a condom on and I got on top of her. To begin with I couldn't see her face but then at her suggestion I lifted myself up and I was able to look at her while thrusting in and out of her. She really does have a beautiful face. Both Zara and Lisa look like movie stars but with different looks. Zara looks Italian and Lisa looks kind of Scandinavian. Even so I wasn't able to come.

When I was talking to Zara she confirmed that she used to work at 21 Greek Street with Elena. 21 Greek Street was closed and has not re-opened. She told me Elana is now working in Mayfair, as I had thought. I had thought her name was Sara or Sarah but now I am sure it is Zara. She's very friendly and talkative.

I went to Greens Court looking for one of the Thai girls, either Poppy or Porn. Tilly I think is another one who comes highly recommended. It was Mesa who was there. I tried to see her but the maid said she was busy but I could book to see her if I wanted. I declined and went to Little Newport Street instead. Here I saw a Thai woman called Lisa. She wasn't as attractive or as friendly as Holly who I usually see there, but she has a very pretty pussy.

Lisa played with her pussy, her legs wide apart. The room had been a bit dark and I had asked for more light. I opened her pussy wider. She held it open wide, and I imagined seeing it beneath a skirt or a nightie. She had given me tissues and indicated that she didn't want me to come all over her. (I know a couple of women in Soho who would let me come over them.) It didn't take long before I had a powerful and prolonged orgasm. I left feeling very happy.
Little Newport Street in Chinatown London
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Wednesday, February 12, 2014

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.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Soho characters: Wendy


Wendy - Soho maid
 Wendy has been a maid in Soho for many years. A maid looks after the prostitute in a Soho walk up. She opens the door to the flat and does some cooking and cleaning. She has worked at Blore Court just off Bewick Street, at 4 Old Compton Street, and more recently at 2 Greens Court.

She wrote an article in Time Out called Lady in waiting. She wrote about what she does, how much her girls make, and her thoughts about trafficking and clip joints.

Wendy has also appeared in at least one television documentary. There was one called Behind Closed Doors in 2005. I remember one documentary I saw on television where two prostitutes, Sandra (Sandy) and Ritzy, talked about their work. Their faces weren't shown. You could see Wendy's face though when she was talking about what she does. This was when they were at Blore Court.

I have been wondering if it is just coincidence that the three flats where Wendy has worked have all closed down. The Green's Court flat closed down not long ago. I am wondering if Wendy has bought them up and then sold them off for a tidy profit. The Old Compton Street flat now seems to be a private residence.