murder of Sarah Everard

Sarah Everard was last seen near Clapham Common at night. I used to live in South London and I know that street prostitution occurs on Clapham Common at night. So I can't help wondering if her murder was anything to do with street prostitution. Was Sarah targeted by a man because he thought she was a street girl?

Street girls go to Clapham Common and Tooting Bec Common at night because if they went there in the day they would be arrested. They would be in breach of their ASBO. At night it's easier to hide from the police. If you go alone without a friend it is easier to hide from the police. This makes them very vulnerable to any man who wants to harm women. Some of these men are punters and some aren't.

I don't want to use the death of a young woman to promote my opinions, unlike some people in the media. Also I could be completely wrong: it might be that the murderer did not see drug-addicted street-based sex workers as a better option for a murder. It might have been random. Or he might not have intended to murder.

Street girls are always dressed scruffily, just as Sarah was that night.

Sarah, also seen wearing a white beanie hat and Covid mask, walked across Clapham Common before coming on to the A205 South Circular Road.

sex in the cities

In a recent post I wrote about conditions for sex workers in some developing nations; namely Vietnam, Cambodia and Thailand. I wrote that in 1975 hundreds of South Vietnamese sex workers bribed their way onto evacuation flights just before the Communists took over. It seems that they were wise to do so because Communists arrest and intern prostitutes.

In China Communists took control in 1949. That year they arrested large numbers of prostitutes. The quotation below is from The Tragedy of Liberation by Frank Dikötter.

"Many of the women were sent to a re-education camp. Here, as elsewhere in the country, they were made to follow a strict penal schedule, spending much of their time in study sessions denouncing the mistreatment they had suffered under the old regime. But few conformed to the image of a contrite prostitute projected by propaganda. A fair number were restive and quarrelsome, while a few insulted or physically assaulted the cadres in charge of their re-education. They denounced the manual labour they were forced to perform as a new form of exploitation, apparently unhappy to spend their days locked away, sewing olive-green shirts for the soldiers of the People's Liberation Army. Cao Manzhi, one of the cadres in charge of the whole operation, later admitted that even those inmates who came from low-class brothels did not like being interned and missed their life as prostitutes. But most settled down once they realised that resistance was futile. The majority were sent back to inland areas. Brothels that had managed to survive were finally raided on 25 November 1951. Even at that stage some of the women attacked the cadres in charge of the arrests.

Prostitution was soon proclaimed to be an evil of the past. But in Beijing alone 350 women, some of them only recently released from re-education camps, were soon plying their trade again. Only a handful did so because they could not make a living otherwise. Some pretended to be students or housewives, accompanied by small children and mothers-in-law for cover. A few even wore party uniforms and carried badges. They stood in the doorway openly soliciting customers: 'Come in for a cup of tea!' In other cities too, prostitution went underground. As hundreds of thousands of desperate refugees fled the countryside after liberation, women continued to sell sex in the cities. In Shanghai hundreds of them were arrested in 1952, the women becoming more adept at hiding their activities with every new sweep. In the following years the authorities would adopt much more draconian measures to stamp out vice."

Communists had a weird attitude to sex. "Efforts to relieve sexual frustration privately could lead to public humiliation. One patriotic Chinese who had returned to 'the Motherland' was made to put a sign up over his dormitory bed criticising himself for masturbating." This is from Mao The Unknown Story by Jung Chang and Jon Halliday. There was hypocrisy though as the book goes on to say "And all the while, Mao was indulging in every sexual caprice in well-guarded secrecy."

So it looks as though Communists are in the same company as Protestant Evangelicals pastors, Catholic nuns and Radical Feminists. They all have a problem with fornication and masturbation too. They all pretend that they have the interests of prostitutes at heart, yet they do untold harm to them.

my day trip to Blackpool

The first time I went to Blackpool was last week. Yesterday I went again, but this time I had the phone number of a woman I had found on vivastreet. It's quite simple, you just type 'Blackpool escorts' into Google and the first to come up is vivastreet. I texted her and asked if she was available that day. She replied that she was so I told her the time I wanted to see her.

Blackpool has a reputation for illicit sex. Men took their secretaries there for dirty weekends. Young men and women would meet each other and have sex. This happens at any holiday destination but Blackpool is notorious for it. Holiday makers stayed in boarding houses where you weren't allowed to share a room unless you were married, and this was the subject of a lot of humour.

Between the phallic symbol of Blackpool Tower and the sea is a paved area with the names of many comedians, both recent and from times past. These I expect are comedians who have appeared in Blackpool, I don't know if it was under the phallic symbol or at the end of the pier. There are some of their jokes there too, so many I didn't have time to read them all. Some of them are quite bawdy.

It would be nice if my favourite Benny Hill joke was there. I heard it again recently just by chance on the radio. He takes a woman to a boarding house and the landlady wants to see their marriage license. He gives her his dog license and she goes off to find her glasses. They lock the door, and when she comes back she bangs on the door and shouts "Whatever you're doing in there, stop it! Because this is not for it!".

I heard a comedian on the radio say that Benny Hill had made a rape joke and so it wasn't all innocent fun. Catherine Tate though made a rape joke more recently. Does that mean we shouldn't watch Catherine Tate? It seems many people don't like Benny because he appealed to working class people of a different generation. Catherine Tate had a character who one week was collecting money for 'all the little victims of sexual harassment in the workplace' and who said "Did you know that every 38 minutes some unsuspecting little temp in a short skirt bends over to file something in the bottom drawer and gets shagged up the arse?".

I texted her half an hour before I was due to see her but she didn't reply until 10 minutes before. I had to get to Hull Road. When I got there I could see that it was a street full of little hotels. I don't know if they would be best described as boarding houses or Bed-and-Breakfasts. I found the one where she was, but I wasn't sure what to do. There was an open door and I didn't have a room number that I could ring. I went into the lobby, then up the stairs. I could see that it was quite shabby and cheap.

She phoned me and said "Where are you?". She sounded a bit rough and I thought about abandoning it and walking away. I had taken a viagra an hour and a half before though so that would have been wasted. Up the stairs walked an attractive young blonde woman who gave me a lovely smile. She was wearing jeans and didn't seem to have any makeup on but she was of well above average attractiveness.

She led me to her small shabby but nice room. She went to the window and closed the curtains then started taking off her clothes. I couldn't quite remember how much it was for half an hour but I gave her 3 £20 notes and she seemed happy with that. She hardly spoke any English. She had the perfect body for me, not too skinny.

She looked lovely lying on the bed with her legs apart. Her pussy was beautiful. She played with her pussy and showed me how she wanted me to play with it, moving my fingers up and down on her clit. She made licking movements with her tongue and I could see she was inviting me to lick her pussy. Because it was so pretty and didn't smell I thought that could be good.

She wanted money for that though. I thought she said £10 so I got the money out of my trouser pocket. She wanted £20 though. I said I wasn't going to give her £20. There was a look of disappointment on her face, she thought for a second, then accepted the £10. I found her clitoris with my tongue, and also gave her labia minora a suck too. She put a condom on me (I had given her an unopened pack of 3 thin condoms) and got on top of me, riding me. Then she stood up and thrust her pelvis into my face, so I licked her cunt again.

We also did some fucking from behind, then with me on top. However, that didn't last for long because soon my time was up. I told her I would see her again next week for an hour. I'm not going to tell you her name yet because I don't want her to get booked up when I want to see her again. I can tell you her name in my next post. She definitely fits into the category of enthusiastic amateur.

When I was on my way back to the train station I went a different way from before. I saw this place which I thought looked like a brothel. On the outside it just said '10 King Street' and a neon sign saying 'Open'. I went to the doorway but was no wiser. I Googled '10 King Street' and it came up a Thai massage place. Different from any Thai massage place that I had seen before. I went inside the doorway again and a middle-aged Thai woman came out to talk to me.

I asked her how much is it for a half-hour massage. She asked if I wanted just a massage, then said they don't do just massage, they do full personal service for £60. I walked away and then just round the corner there was another Thai massage place. Unlike 10 King Street, this one said Thai massage in the window.

So I thought perhaps I had wandered into Blackpool's red light district. So if anyone can tell me about this little area, and especially about number 10 King Street, I will be very interested.

Doing Money

On the 5th of November there was a drama shown on BBC Two which told the story of a woman involved in prostitution. It was called 'Doing Money'. The drama is based on a book that claims to be a true story, called 'Slave' by Anna (not her real name).

This is what is printed on the back of the book:-

"This is the heart-breaking true story of one of the UK's most shocking modern-day slavery cases.
Anna was an innocent student living in London when she was kidnapped, beaten and forced into the sex slave industry. Threatened and tormented by her pimps, she was made to have sex with thousands of men."

This book has nothing to say about the sex industry in Britain. She was taken from London to Ireland, and put to work in Dublin, Galway and Belfast. Some women were also taken to Sweden.

This is curious, because there are many brothels in London. Why were women taken to Ireland and Sweden? Could it be that gangsters like Ionut and Schwarz thrive in areas where prostitution is underground?

Swedish authorities say that Sweden is less of an attraction to traffickers now because of the law they have had since 1999 which criminalises men who pay for sex. That can only be guesswork though, and this book seems to be saying that Sweden is more of an attraction than than London or Manchester.

If this is true then having the same law in the Irish Republic and Northern Ireland will be counter-productive. Anna helped to bring this law about in Northern Ireland.

If you want to learn about one aspect of prostitution in Ireland and Sweden then you can watch Doing Money. If you want to learn about prostitution in Britain then A Very British Brothel and First Time Call Girl. They are both documentaries and they are consistent with my experience of prostitution.

Since I have read Rachel Moran's book Paid For I am struck by the differences between the two books. They can't both be 'the reality' of prostitution. Perhaps prostitution in Ireland in the 1990s was different to what happens now. Moran's book, together with three studies of Dublin sex workers, paint a picture of Ireland where things got more violent after the 1993 law. It seems that after the 2017 law things are getting even more violent. Yet this book helped to bring in the 2017 law.

These are the three studies of Dublin sex workers

• The Health Needs of Women working in prostitution in the Republic of Ireland 1994 O'Connor 
• Women Working in Prostitution: towards a healthier future 1996 O'Connor O'Neill Foran 
• Drug using women working in prostitution 1999 O'Connor O'Neill

Neither Moran's book nor these three studies say anything about women being kidnapped from the streets by violent pimps and raped. What one of the studies says is this

 "Three (17%) of the women felt very strongly that the new law is leading to the emergence of pimps (male protectors) and therefore, an increase in violence and intimidation on the streets. One said "anyone with enough money to rent an apartment and a mobile phone can go into business as a pimp. These men are offering protection and a "safe house" to women who are working. "They leech (latch) onto the women providing protection and paying bail, that's when the violence comes in"." O'Connor, A.M. (1994)

 It was the 1993 law which created the world that Anna experienced. Well-meaning but counter-productive laws create the problem and don't solve it. The 2017 law in Ireland as far as we can tell is like the 1993 law in that it will and has created more problems than it solved.

 Now we have an up to date study of prostitution in Northern Ireland. It is A Review of the Criminalisation of Paying for Sexual Services in Northern Ireland 2019 by Ellison, Ní Dhónaill and Early. It doesn't confirm what Anna, Rachel Moran and Lord Maurice Morrow have said about prostitution in Northern Ireland. If you want to know the reality of prostitution in Northern Ireland I suggest you read this report.

I have been following the case of Karl Ring and Ivett Szuda. Ring was sentenced to four years imprisonment with Szuda sent down for six and a half years. They were found guilty of human trafficking, controlling prostitution for gain, and 'money laundering'. They were not violent, and the most coercive thing they did was to take away some women's passports. This is not acceptable, but happens with migrant workers in different industries.

They rented flats in Chelsea Cloisters in London to women who wanted to work as prostitutes. They organized air travel between Eastern Europe and London. This is probably the reality of traffickers, at least in London. What happens in Ireland and Sweden could be different.

Below is one woman's experience, you couldn't get further from Anna's:-

"She showed me around the flat and she offered me two rooms. The smaller room was £60 per day and the bigger one for £80 per day." She explained that Szuda gave her a key to the flat at Chelsea Cloisters, which operated like a hotel. "The hotel had a reception and it worked like a hotel system but the rooms had kitchens and bathrooms,' she said. "They were basically hotel apartments. There was another girl when I arrived and she was doing sex work and there was another one who was just doing massage only. Everyone had their own rooms." But she said business was so bad for her that she went back to Hungary after six days. Another woman working for the couple went on holidays with Szuda and other prostitutes to the Bahamas and Miami as "team building exercises".

One woman said "On a good day I would see three to four clients a day, I earned £60 from each." So she earned £240 per day for what sounds like four hours work. She could stop anytime she wanted - like the woman who went back to Hungary after 6 days. She didn't have to do anything she didn't want - like the woman who was just doing massage only. Does this sound anything like the situation that Anna was in?

I think that the prohibitionists should think very carefully about what they want. Britain might become like Ireland and Sweden where the criminals reign. Just like in prohibition America where the do-gooders thought they were getting rid of a problem - alcohol - and they were just making it worse. Much, much, worse. Be careful what you wish for.

Novelist Liz Jensen said that men who use prostitutes should watch the drama and end up "squirming and feeling deeply regretful". I haven't watched the drama but I have read the book, and Rachel Moran's book. I have read the three reports on prostitution in Ireland in the 1990s. I have also kept up to date about trafficking through recent research and news reports. My conclusion is that it is abolitionists who have created this problem not people like me. Caring about people means looking at all the evidence and thinking about it deeply. It doesn't mean getting caught up in a drama. Don't think you can watch a drama and then you're an expert.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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.

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.

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.

Soho and suburbia

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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.

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