my trip to London

A couple of years ago I had a day trip to London. I wrote about that. On Monday I went to London again only this time I had booked a hotel. So I had three days and two nights in London. I saw a few women in Soho and I will tell you about five of them.

Tamara of 52 Greek Street

I had done my research and I knew that Tamara seems to be the most popular girl in Soho at the moment. Obviously I wanted to see her. She is Indian and I found her incredibly attractive. She told me she is twenty five years old. She is superfriendly and it was one of my best experiences. She has dark skin and black hair. Medium height. I had taken a viagra and was able to shag her. I didn't manage to orgasm but then I wasn't expecting to. I had only paid £30 which is the minimum and gets you only ten minutes.

Sabrina of 8 Greek Street

Sabrina is completely different from Tamara. A lot older for a start and bigger. I've had a fascination with Sabrina for years. There's something very earthy about Sabrina. Many years ago I was in the room below hers and I heard her bedsprings going. Someone was giving her a good seeing to. I wanted to do that too. So on Monday I did. I used to think that Sabrina was plain. In the room though I realised she is attractive. She is friendly too.

Sonia of 4 Lisle Street

I've had photos of Sonia for years and I thought she's very nice looking. I sat with the maid for a while then this beautiful young woman walked in. It took me a while because she looks older in the photos then I said to her "I've seen your photo. On the internet". She was surprised and wanted to know where. Her maid said other men have said they've seen photos of her.

Her face reminds me of Kelly Brook and maybe Lucy Montgomery. She's that pretty, with bright eyes. There was something about her that put me off though. Unlike with Tamara and Sabrina I found it difficult to get an erection. Someone on the internet said that if she likes you, you will have a nice time with her. If she doesn't like you, you won't.

Sonia

my own photo - you can see it is the same room by the mirror tiles

Adele of Greens Court

I saw an ordinary Romanian girl called Adele. She's pretty enough and friendly. Not only was I able to get an erection and shag her but I ejaculated too. So ended my first day in London.

The next day I tried to see Tamara again. I went back to the walk down several times but each time there were two men waiting for her. The last time there was a man on the stairs too. The maid came up the stairs and said that the same man keeps rebooking her. I said can I come back 11 am tomorrow. She said it won't be Tamara then, it will be Adele. I asked if this is the Romanian girl and she said yes.

When I went back to Greek Street the next morning I could see Sabrina and another woman sitting outside the cafe opposite number 8. It got past 11 am but the door to 52 remained closed.

Carole of 8 Greek Street

She was a big plain Brazilian woman. About 40. Just what I needed though and within the ten minutes I ejaculated while on top of her. When I left it was just before midday but the door of number 52 was still closed.

doorbells at 8 Greek Street

my day trip to London

Encouraged by my pleasurable day trips to Sheffield I decided to make a day trip to London. Sheffield is two hours on the train from Liverpool and London just a bit longer. I wanted to revisit Soho and any erotic encounters with women would be an added pleasure.

I could see 8 Greek Street was closed but 2 Greens Court was still open. I went up the stairs but before I even rang the bell I could hear a woman's voice shouting that there's nobody here, come back later. When I went back later the door at street level was closed. I think probably the girl hadn't turned up so the maid had closed the door.

The girl's name wasn't outside the door. In the past their names were always outside. If you had a favourite then you could tell if she was there without knocking on the door. I didn't see any names anywhere. I think that the police have decided they shouldn't do it. I don't know why. I would have liked to see Poppy's name outside, she was the best.

I went up the stairs at 4 Greens Court. There was a young woman there who seemed Eastern European. Quite pretty but short. She gave me a nice smile and showed me the list of services. The cheapest one was £30. In the past it was nearly always £20. I'm glad they have increased the prices, they deserve more. She mentioned the £2 tip for the maid. I had forgotten all about that. I told her that I didn't have any change (which was true) and that I would come back later (which I knew I probably wouldn't).

One of the places I used to go was Little Newport Street so I made my way through Chinatown and went up the stairs. There was a nice Thai lady there and I decided to stay. I had sex with her, with all the noise of the street outside. The sounds from the street didn't put me off, in fact I quite liked them, the idea that there were people outside who had no idea what was happening a few feet away. The idea that you can step off the street and within minutes be looking at a naked woman who opens her legs for you.

Later I wanted to see another woman. In Peter Street was a lovely young blonde woman. I could have said girl because she looked about 20 but later she said she was 30. She is from Bulgaria. She has a very nice figure and a nice face. This is I feel what most men would go for. Young, slender and blonde. I got on top of her and shagged her.

It was a similar experience to the Thai lady. No name on the door, the same £30 for ten minutes, the same friendly smiles and conversation. There was something else that was the same too. When I was putting on my clothes both of them had sat on the bidet and washed their genitals. Both naked apart from their stockings. I found it very sexy. I realise that most men won't. That's a little kink of mine. I would have liked to photograph them on the bidet. Their faces wouldn't be seen.

Before I saw the blonde girl I had to wait. She was with another customer. The maid let me sit with her and her friend. She wanted the money from me before I saw the girl but assured me that she was beautiful. When I said I wanted the basic £30 service she said "Are you sure you wouldn't like a blowjob?". I could have asked them anything but all I could think to ask was if 8 Greek Street has closed permanently. She told me it had closed a long time ago, before the pandemic.

I would say about half of the walk ups have closed. I could have done more research before I went - finding the best girls and places - but I've never been good at planning in advance. There was a third woman in Lisle Street but the less said about her the better. Then it was time to go home.

I spent the same amount of money in Soho as I had in Sheffield. £90. Each sexual encounter in Sheffield cost £45, but it was for half an hour, not ten minutes. So Soho is not good value for money, even if you are able to orgasm within ten minutes using a normal thick condom. I expect most men spend more than the minimum £30.

UPDATE: I have since found out that 8 Greek Street has not closed. I was told something that was not true.

Some of you may be wondering if I found any culinary delights in Soho. Yes I did. I found a new chain that do salt beef. It is Tongue & Brisket in Wardour Street. When I lived in London I would sometimes have salt beef in Brick Lane or Selfridges Foodhall.

photo essay about Soho sex workers

Someone sent me a link to the work of a photographer, Sasha Achilli. It is called Working Girls Central London. I think it is a very fair representation of what it is like for sex workers in Soho. Unlike the work of a different photographer that I came across years ago that said things which aren't true.

In the photo essay it says that one sex worker saved enough money to buy a tapas bar in Spain, where she is now.

The photo essay also says that one sex worker in Soho is in her sixties. She is now a 'Madame' but on certain days has sex with 'loyal clients'. Some people use the word 'madam' which is the female equivalent of 'pimp'. Sasha Achilli uses the word 'Madame'. There are no pimps in Soho though, so I always use the word 'maid'. This is the word that was always used when I visited the Soho walk up flats.

The photo essay also says that many sex workers do not enjoy their job. Some do though. Most knew when they came to the UK that they would be sex workers. That suggests that some were deceived, but it could also mean that they tried different jobs in the UK. Only then did they decide to try sex work. Some have tried a 'normal job' but most haven't.

It gives the impression that they don't get many customers. Sometimes they wait hours. Television, the internet and the phone occupy their time. They can spend over 12 hours a day in the flat, but we know from other forms of work that migrants often choose to earn as much as possible in as little time as possible so they can return to their home countries earlier.

There will be some Soho sex workers who will be much busier than that. Some will have 20 customers each day, maybe more.

I have only seen costumes hanging in the window, as in one of the photographs, at 70A Berwick Street. I wonder if 'Petra' is Lisa. The only other Czech one I met was Laura/Katy at 1 Bateman Street and 70A Berwick Street. Laura made a couple of porn movies.

my review of the year 2015

I made several trips to Manchester where there seems to be more choice than anywhere else and it's cheaper. There are so many brothels and the going rate seems to be £40 per half hour, whereas in London and Liverpool it's £60 and in Glasgow (another place I punted in for the first time) it's £80.

I liked Cosmopolitan in Portland Street where I met the extremely attractive Dana and Piccadilly Club in Great Ancoats Street where I met a number of lovely women such as Katie, Sonya, Priscilla and Camille. It's even cheaper at Piccadilly, it's only £35 per half hour. The other place I liked was Salon 24 especially Cat.

I also made several trips to Soho. I mostly visited the walk ups but also a few Chinese massage places. My best day in Soho was in April when I saw pretty Thai girl Poppy, Scandinavian blonde nympho Eva and voluptuous Romanian Amy. I had seen all of them before and they are some of the best.

When I go to Chinese massage places it's not usually as sordid as the walk ups. Usually it is a nice massage and then the girl uses her hands to bring me to orgasm. That was how it was in May when I went to see a girl in London Chinatown that I had been told about. Two people emailed me to ask if I'd seen this girl who they both said was very pretty. I also saw a Thai woman in Manchester Chinatown who was very skilled at what she did.

However, it can be more sordid in Chinese massage places than the walk ups. I saw again a woman in Charing Cross Road who I had seen last year. She gave me oral sex without a condom and she lets men put their fingers in her pussy and bum hole. I found another one like her in Little Newport Street who was equally as wild.

I tried all of the brothels on the eastern side of the Wirral. I met Chrissie and Jordan at Jays Wallasey, Lauren at Overpool Angels, and Taylor at The Penthouse. All of these women are older local women who seem to be nymphomaniacs. Completely different from the younger ones in Soho who are mostly Eastern European. I went to the Thai brothel in Rock Ferry too where I met Jenny.

In Liverpool I met the independent black escort Maya and a Thai woman called Lily, both of them working from flats in the central Ropewalks area.

I have enjoyed my time with all of these women, but who was the best? That's difficult to say. Dana in Manchester was the most attractive. Katie in Manchester combined good looks and youth with sexiness and fun attitude. I liked Lauren because she's the one I would most like to have an affair with. The best one was the most recent: Cat in Manchester is young (24) and attractive (if you like her type) and seems a complete nymphomaniac. I used to think it was a myth that you can find local nymphomaniacs in brothels but since I moved to the North West I believe it. People will say that they are good at pretending but I think you can tell. When they wank themselves to orgasm, that's a good sign, especially if they screw their faces up as if they're in pain; they wouldn't do that if they were trying to look sexy.

I talked to three street girls this year. I found the Red Light Districts in Liverpool and Manchester. I only saw one street girl in Liverpool and I talked to her. I saw several in Manchester but I only spoke to one of them, a glamorous Asian looking woman sitting at the northern corner of St Andrew's Square. I also talked to Shanie in Croydon. I keep away from street girls now.

The number of 'Pageviews all time history' for this blog is very nearly one million. It's always amazed me that I can type in something and thousands of people will read it.

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.

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my review of the year 2014

I have seen many women this year. These have been the best ones.

In January I saw Candy standing in the doorway of the Red Lotus Spa in London Chinatown. I had seen her once before. She looked young and pretty and very smiley. Every time I passed the doorway I looked to see if she was there. For many months I didn't see her, then I saw her again. She took me upstairs into one of their little rooms and I asked her to strip for me. She was a lot of fun, but when I went back to see her again they said she'd gone back to China.

In February I saw Suzy for the first time, at the walk up at 52 Greek Street in Soho. I thought she was so pretty. I have seen photos of her more recently and she doesn't look as pretty as I remember her. Although they do look more attractive in semi-darkness. I have thought that working in Soho might have affected her beauty.

However, another beauty that I found at 52 Greek Street this year has been working in Soho for years and she's lost none of her beauty or her niceness. Zara is half Bulgarian and half Iranian and is gorgeous. She looks as if she might be Italian, with dark Latin looks.

Lisa and Tina are two Chinese girls who used to work at a place near Goodge Street. They decided they wanted to work for themselves so they set themselves up in a flat near St James's Park in central London. I saw Lisa last year for a sexy massage and in April this year I decided I wanted to try Tina. They are both lovely girls.

In August while on holiday in Merseyside I tried my first escort. I was staying at a hotel and I phoned an escort agency. They sent me India who was wonderful.

I've tried all of the Thai women in the upper flat of 2 Greens Court in Soho. The best of them by far in my opinion is Poppy. She is pretty and sweet. That's what I look for most of all, although I know that most men look for technique or if the girl has a nice tight vagina. I've seen Poppy four times now. The last time I saw her we were chatting and she said she couldn't go back to Thailand for a holiday because she wasn't making as much money as she'd hoped. I told her she could be a high-class escort. She said she wouldn't feel safe going to men's flats, especially as she doesn't know London.

Poppy looks quite like this

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.

It's a lovely flat at 2 Greens Court, much better than 52 Greek Street which is a bit of a dump.

34 Romilly Street is quite nice, and I have seen three lovely women there. They are all friendly and smiley. Lavinia and Nadia are quite short. Sasha is quite tall. They all come from Eastern Europe.

I don't usually go to brothels, but I've been to Kitty's Place in Elmers End in south London a few times this year. I have seen Lola three times now. She is Brazilian of Italian parentage. You might have worked out that I like Italian-looking women. And oriental women. Once when I was putting my clothes back on I said that next time she could blow cigarette smoke in my face, she sitting on a chair in her sexy black dress and her hair up, and with me kneeling naked in front of her. I didn't see her for a couple of weeks but she remembered. I was lying naked on the bed waiting for her and she came into the room in her little black dress with a cigarette and put her hair up. I said "You remembered what I said from last time".

The most recent three women work as masseurs and they wouldn't like it if I told you their names or where they work. I have told you Candy's name because she has gone back to China now. I have told you Lisa and Tina's names because they work independently now and don't have to worry about their employer finding out what they do.

There are two women I saw last month in a Chinese place near Chinatown in London. They both went a lot further than any women I have seen in Chinese or Thai establishments. Sex was wild with both of them, fingers up bums and oral sex without a condom. They are both older women and only of average attractiveness but it was a new experience.

This month I've been in Liverpool. There's a new Thai place that has opened in the centre of Liverpool. There's one girl there who is young-looking and pretty. She smiles and laughs a lot and is a lot of fun. I asked her to strip for me.

Finally, I want to mention two women who I have seen several times this year and in previous years. They are both older women but I always enjoy my time with them. Holly is a Thai lady working at 10 Little Newport Street in Chinatown. Lily is a French lady working at 8 Greek Street in Soho. They both recognize me when I see them and Lily now gives me certain extras that she doesn't offer to people who see her for the first time.

more surprises in Soho

I never know what I'm going to see when I go to Soho. On Friday I wandered around. I often see celebrities there. I saw Bob Mortimer of Vic and Bob fame. Without thinking I raised my hand in greeting, and he looked a bit puzzled as if he was thinking 'Do I know this person or does he just recognize me from the telly?'.

I've seen Bill Nighy sitting outside the Italian deli on the corner of Greens Court. Years ago I saw Suggs sitting outside Bar Italia, and more recently Rupert Everett sitting outside the restaurant next door. I even saw Billie Piper once.

I popped in to the internet cafe in Manette Street hoping to get some ideas about what I could do. Someone had left a comment on the blog about a new Chinese masseuse he had seen. She seemed very intriguing. I decided to try and find her. He didn't give me her name but he'd told me where she works.

I went to the place, said I wanted a massage, and asked who they had there that day. The girl in reception gave me a name that I didn't recognize. I asked if she's new. She said she is, so I handed over my £25 to her and sat down and waited.

A woman came up the stairs and greeted me. She looked around 30 and was reasonably attractive. She led me down to a small room with a massage table. She went out of the room and I took off my clothes. She had a strange massage technique, very vigorous, not the usual Chinese massage at all. I wondered where she had learned it.

I wasn't sure if I was in the mood for anything sexual, but when she asked me if I wanted her to wank me I thought yes. Often the women at these places handle my cock too delicately and it doesn't stimulate me enough. I thought maybe she would grasp it firmly and be quite vigorous. I gave her £20, and then the other £10 that I had in my wallet.

I thought I was just going to get a wank, with her naked or half naked. There's something quite innocent about a pretty Chinese girl wanking a man. That's part of the attraction. What I got from this woman though wasn't innocent. We did things that most Soho walk up girls would never do.

After taking her dress off, she got on top of me and rubbed herself up and down. This is called body to body. Then she started wanking me, encouraging me to touch her. I put my hand between her legs from behind and touched her pussy. I then tried to find her bum hole. I found it and after a while I had my finger all the way up her bum.

She pushed her finger up my bum too. They sometimes do this, and often they refer to it as prostate massage. She moved over so that I could suck a breast. Then she put her face next to my cock and smiled as if she wanted me to come all over her face. All of this without me asking.

I've never been with someone who did all this. My guess is that she's worked as a prostitute for years in Asia. Maybe Singapore, Hong Kong or Shanghai. She's come to England and got herself a job in a Chinese medical establishment and she's determined to make as much money as she can.

I wandered around Soho again and in Tisbury Court I saw a very thin scruffy girl who started talking to me. I told her that I knew who she is. I couldn't think of her name though. I said "You're the missing girl". She told me her name is Elise Langham. A couple of years ago I saw a police poster with photos of people who'd been given ASBOs banning them from Soho. One photo was of a girl who I thought I'd seen around Soho. I Googled her name and there were several newspaper articles about a missing girl who everyone was worried about.

She told me that her ASBO had run out so she's back in Soho. Later on I thought I saw Elise trying to get into a block of flats in Greens Court.

I decided to go and see Lily in Greek Street. By now it was early evening. There were people standing outside pubs in Bateman Street and Greek Street. Anybody wanting to go up the stairs of the walk ups would have to walk past them.

When I came out again a woman said "Did you have a good time?". I ignored her and continued walking. There were a few cheers as I walked away. I've never had that before. So Friday for me was a day of surprises and new experiences.

Tisbury Court

Soho and suburbia

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tried to see Zara ended up with Lily

I tried to see Zara again yesterday. I asked the maid if it is Zara today and she said no it's Mary. I don't think Zara does alternate Wednesdays any more, just Sundays and Mondays. She said I could wait for Mary to become available and see if I liked her. I had discovered two beautiful women there - Zara and Suzy - so I thought I might get lucky again. I sat in the chair and listened to the music from the clothes shop above.

Mary, or Maria as she is also called, was indeed lovely. She is tall and has black hair. She looks Greek. She says she's Spanish but is apparently Romanian. She's not as beautiful as Zara or Suzy though so I told her I'm going to come back when Zara's here. It was nice to get a look at Mary in her glamour wear.

I went to 2 Greens Court because I wanted to see one of the Thai girls. The maid said that it's Sophie today, who isn't normally there Wednesdays. She said Sophie's busy but I can come back a bit later. She didn't want me to wait for Sophie with her, perhaps because she had one or two punters waiting. I have heard that Poppy, Porn, Tilly and Mesa are good but I didn't recognize the name Sophie. If I had gone away and looked on the wiki page I could have seen that Sophie comes highly recommended too. Apparently she's taller than the other Thai girls.

I ended up seeing Lily at 8 Greek Street. I saw her last week and I enjoyed myself so I thought I would go again. Last week I wanked myself while looking at her pussy. Her legs were wide apart and one of her feet was near my cock so I ejaculated onto her foot. Yesterday I wanted to fuck her. I knelt on the bed and looked at her pussy, playing with my cock to make it erect. I asked her if she would mind if I used one of my special condoms. I expected her to say no and was surprised when she said that would be fine.

Someone recommended Mates Skyn condoms because they allow for greater sensitivity. The last time I saw Zara she told me she didn't allow punters to bring their own condoms. I thought this might be a general rule for sex workers. I don't know if it was the condom or the encouraging and arousing things that Lily was saying to me while I was thrusting into her but I came inside her before too long.

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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my best Soho experience

52 Greek Street - you can see the sign for Monica
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I've just had probably my best experience in Soho. I went to 52 Greek Street looking for Monica. She wasn't there but there was this beautiful girl there instead. Her name is Sarah or Sara. When I asked her where she comes from she wanted me to guess. I said South America, but she said no, Bulgaria.

She has black hair and big dark eyes. She is of medium height, not slender but not fat either, and looks to be about 21.

It's strange but a while ago I went looking for Monica at 52 Greek Street and found Suzy. She was lovely but I think I like Sarah even better. I think she's more sexy. Not everyone agreed with me that Suzy was beautiful, and I don't expect they will agree with me over Sarah either.

Usually when I see a Soho sex worker I tell her that I want to look at her pussy and wank myself. I said that to Sarah too. She lay back on the bed with her legs apart and I knelt between her legs. It didn't take me long to get an erection. It was quite strong and I decided I wanted to try and fuck her. She put a condom on me and I got on top of her.

Instead of me losing my erection after a while, which is what usually happens, I kept going. It would have been nice if I could have looked at her face while I was on top of her but all I could see was the top of her head. So I decided to imagine the dark-haired woman in the comedy show 2 Broke Girls, someone I find really sexy. Sarah has the same kind of sultry sexiness that this actress has.

It took me a while but I came inside her. This doesn't happen often with me, although I had a similar experience earlier this year in a Thai brothel in South Croydon. It must be the best £22 that I've ever spent.

UPDATE: This woman may be the same as Zara, who used to work at 21 Greek Street. That's the problem when they're not allowed to put their names next to the door. She might have said Zara to me and I misheard it as Sara or Sarah.

A couple of weeks ago someone told me about a Chinese girl in Covent Garden. She was as young and pretty as I had been informed. I was told she has a lovely figure too but I didn't get that far. She wanted £40 for hand relief but I declined. If it was £40 for hand relief and a strip that would have been more like it. When I said I didn't have £40 she seemed a bit sulky, no more smiles and giggles, and massaged me a bit more till my time was up.

This may have been because she thought I didn't fancy her. She had been fishing for compliments and I could tell she loves flattery about her appearance. She may have thought I wasn't willing to part with money because I didn't find her arousing. Also she had been questioning me about how I had got her name. I just said a friend had told me about her but she kept asking and when I told her that I found out about her on the Internet she didn't like that at all.

She's very secretive about what she does, and not just because she doesn't want knowledge about what she does to get back to her employer. I think that when she's alone in her room with a man she finds attractive then she's willing to do a lot more. Someone got a body-to-body massage from her, and he said she was very sexy and put her tongue in his mouth.

I think this young lady has things just the way she wants it. She makes loads of money because men will pay more for a pretty young girl like her. Her working environment is good, there's a shower in the room. She keeps what she does confidential so that if an older and less attractive man asks if she does any extras she will say hand relief only - nothing else, not even a strip - £40 take it or leave it. When she's with a younger or more attractive man then she has some fun. And she gets told how pretty she is many times a day. Good luck to her.

curiosity killed the cat

I was in Chinatown and Soho yesterday and I didn't intend to spend any money after having spent quite a lot of money last week on massage. However, curiosity as much as anything made me go places and far from getting me into trouble I had a good time.

I have seen a lovely lady in Little Newport Street a few times. Her name is Holly and she is from Thailand. I mentioned this in a couple of places but at least one person said they didn't have a happy experience going there. The first time I met Holly she told me she tends to work several days in a row and then take a week off. It crossed my mind that there may be another woman there, someone not as lovely as Holly, who might also get called by that name. It could be that the maid can't be bothered to give the correct name or that she's cashing in on Holly's good name.

So I thought I would go up there and ask who's there that day. If the maid says Holly then I could go in and maybe it would be a different woman to the Holly that I know. However, it was the same woman I have seen before. I asked Holly if we could do what we did last time I saw her. I didn't want to take all my clothes off and get onto the bed with her. I wanted to sit in a chair near the bed while she showed me her pussy and I wanked myself.

I gave her her £25 plus £2 for her maid. She lay back on the bed, just a couple of feet away from me, and opened her legs wide. She played with her pussy, opening it so that I could get a good look. She has a very attractive pussy and it didn't take long before I got an erection. However, I lost the erection after a while and then my 10 minutes was up. It was a pleasurable experience though and worth the money even though I didn't come.

I wandered around Chinatown and then I started thinking about a woman at a Chinese medical establishment in Charing Cross Road. I'm not going to give her name because she wouldn't want that. I first saw her years ago and I have mentioned her a few times on this blog. Regular readers will know who I mean, her name is the same as a Spanish queen.

One of my readers emailed me after reading last week's post. He said he had been to see the Chinese girl I saw last week a few times, and asked me if I knew anyone else as nice as her. Now that Candy has gone back to China all that I could think to say is to ask him if he has seen the woman in Charing Cross Road.

I hadn't seen her for a long time and someone said she was looking older and fatter. I decided to go there and ask for her. I thought they might say she doesn't work there any more, or that she's not there right now. However, the girl behind the counter said she's available right now. I handed over my £25 for a half hour's massage.

she looks a bit like this

When I saw her I realized that she is just as beautiful as the last time I saw her, as young and as slender. She took me down the stairs and though a warren of corridors to the massage room. When she'd done my back and I turned over she asked if I wanted hand relief. I asked how much it cost. She said £20. I asked what else she did. I had heard she does a lot more than anything that I had asked for. She asked me what I wanted. I put my hand to my mouth and mimicked oral sex. She said £50.

I decided to go for the hand relief. I didn't think it would work because usually when I plan to go somewhere I refrain from masturbating for a few days. This makes it more likely that I will achieve orgasm. I had had a wank that morning though, not planning on going anywhere for sex adventures.

To begin with I couldn't even get an erection. Then I decided to think about Holly and her pussy. I imagined myself kneeling on the floor and inserting my erection into Holly's wet pussy. Without a condom. Imagined all the sensations, the slipperiness and the warmth. I was feeling this in my cock as the Chinese woman was wanking me. She was using a lot of warm oil. The occasional squelching sound helped a lot.

I moved my pelvis up and down a little bit. She was doing something intensively to the end of my cock while gripping the base with the other hand. I was still thinking of Holly's pussy as I ejaculated. After she cleaned me up I put on my clothes. I was about to go out of the door when she indicated to me that I had forgotten to pay her the £20 that we had agreed.

I have often thought that I might forget to pay the extra money for the sexual services, and I have often wondered what they would do if this happened. Would they perhaps rugby tackle me to the floor and shout something like "Oi, you pervert, you're not going anywhere. I've just developed RSI giving you you're orgasm and now you 'pretend' that you've forgotten to pay me!"

Well, I found out what they do, or at least what she does. She gave me a smile, inclined her head to the side and lifted an open hand close to her face, pursing her lips. I apologized and handed over a £20 note, then we kissed on both cheeks and she showed me up the stairs and out the door.

Ella Suzy Eva

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had an eventful day yesterday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

my best ever stunning spa girl

Yesterday I had a walk around Chinatown and Soho. I didn't intend to spend any money but I ended up spending £50. It might have been the best £50 I've ever spent. In Chinatown there's a doorway where you can often see a woman standing there asking men if they would like a massage. I once saw a very pretty, very young-looking, very smiley girl standing there. Every time I passed the doorway I looked to see if she was there. For many months I didn't see her again.

Yesterday she was there. I made a beeline for her and asked her how much it costs for a massage. She told me £30 for a half-hour and when I looked uncertain she said £25. I paid the money at reception up the stairs and she led me into a small room. When I was naked face down on the massage table she asked me if I wanted a medium or hard massage and if I wanted her to use oil. The room was nice and warm.

prettier than this

Then it was time for me to turn over. Now I could get a good look at her. I think she really is the prettiest girl anywhere I've been to. Prettier than the Thai woman at Asian Touch in Shaftesbury Avenue who someone described as an 'absolutely stunning girl' (although I didn't get a good look at her because the room was so dark). Prettier than Claire who worked at Everwell in Charing Cross Road. Prettier than Lisa who works from a flat near St James's Park.

I asked her how old she is and like a lot of these girls she asked me how old I think she is. I told her 18 and she said she is 25 years old. She asked me if I wanted her to masturbate me but I wasn't in the mood for that. I knew what I wanted. I told her I wanted to see her naked. I said I would give her £20 if she took her clothes off. She wanted more money to begin with but then agreed to do it. She turned the lights lower but I said I wanted the lights brighter. They like to keep the lights low because they look more attractive that way but I wanted to see everything.

She took her top off and her bra and pulled her pants down. She had a nice body with bigger breasts and less skinny than Lisa who I saw not long ago. She let me touch her breasts and her bottom and she was quite smiley and affectionate. I asked her if she did oral sex and she said she doesn't do that, just hand relief. Maybe if I become a regular client of hers I might be able to persuade her to have a go.

I can't tell you her name or where she works because I'm not sure if she would like that. Unlike the sex workers in the nearby walk ups they don't usually want the publicity. I will say that the name of the establishment has the word 'spa' in it. I'm not sure if it is a spa, on their website it says they do beauty treatments but that might be their other branch in the East End.

Last month I went to a spa for the first time. Someone contacted me by email and asked if I had ever been to this place in Balham. I had walked past it a few times and often wondered if anything sexual went on. When he said they do hand relief there I wanted to go. It turned out to be cheaper than I expected and the most luxurious place I have ever been to. More luxurious than Gin Sen near Russell Square where I went a few times and managed to get hand relief just once. More luxurious than Zen in Notting Hill Gate where I went once and wasn't offered anything sexual.

I paid £25 for a half-hour massage and also got to use their sauna, steam room and shower. The masseur was a young woman from Slovakia who didn't offer me anything sexual. I wasn't really looking for that anyway. I have the name of a woman who works there who does offer hand relief and what days she works so next time I go there I'll know who to ask for.

When I was in the steam room I thought that steam rooms could be very sexy places. I imagined two naked Chinese girls coming towards me through the steam smiling and giggling.

Soon after the police raids last month in Soho I went to have a look around. About half of the walk ups were closed. I decided I wanted to see one of the sex workers because I didn't know how long they would be there. I ended up in Little Newport Street with a lovely Thai lady called Holly. I told her I wanted to look and her pussy and wank myself. She suggested that instead of me taking my clothes off and getting onto the bed with her, which is what I have done in the past, I just unzip myself and sit on a chair next to the bed while she shows me her pussy. It was very pleasant doing it that way. I got a good view. When my 10 minutes were up she stood up in front of me just a few inches away so I got to appreciate her lovely figure.

In the last few days two of the walk ups that had been closed are now open again. The one in Dean Street and the one in Tisbury Court. I noticed that in both of them are signs saying No Touts No Sellers. They don't want the drug addicts from the street trying to sell them shoplifted goods. That's what got them into trouble with the police and brought about the raids. Nothing to do with rescuing trafficked women and nothing to do with goods stolen from tourists. I have been going to Soho for years and I have never had anything stolen from me.

disappearing Soho

card in walk up at 70A Berwick Street Soho

I took this photo on Tuesday this week. It is a card that was on display in the hallway of the walk up at 70A Berwick Street in Soho. It shows one of the two women who were working there that day, informing potential customers what she is like. Yesterday I went back and there were no cards there. From what I can gather the police have insisted that all these cards in Soho are removed.

This card was not visible from the street, you would have to walk through the open doorway and along the hallway to see them. I have been told that the ones that used to be visible from the street at a lot of the walk ups went a couple of weeks ago. I don't know what the legal basis of this police action is, it seems that they are making more and more demands. No one knows where it will end. What you see in Soho could be gone forever the next time you look.

protest as 26 Romilly Street is closed

A protest was organized yesterday against the closure of one of the walk ups in Soho, 26 Romilly Street. There is a Guardian newspaper article about it and a post on the Time Out London blog. There is also a video on the Guardian story where you can hear a sex worker and a maid talking about how they feel about the attitude of the police.

One of the maids at the walk up stated "The police have completely changed, they've dragged customers naked out of bed, searched the flat – the girls are scared, they are not criminals. As far as I have understood one girl and one maid is not illegal, it's not a brothel."

The police were putting pressure on the property owner Soho Estates to evict the sex workers. Sex workers in Peter Street near Walker's Court have been told they will be evicted in January. The police closed 61 Dean Street, and more recently all 3 walk ups in Lisle Street, and failed. However, putting pressure on the property owner to evict sex workers might well succeed where other methods have failed in the past.

When sex worker Lizzie Valad was evicted from her flat she started working at King's Cross and ended up being murdered by Camden Ripper Anthony Hardy. The walk ups in Soho are safe places for women to work. Sex workers will be at greater risk of violence if they are evicted.

protest in Soho yesterday outside the offices of Soho Estates

stunning girls

Last Friday I decided to go to a place in Bromley that I hadn't been to before. What made me want to go is that on the PunterNet forum someone said that he had encountered a 'stunning Mexican girl' although they usually have Thai girls there. The place is Laurens Adult Massage on Widmore Road.

I phoned and asked if I could see Amanda and I was directed to a flat. The woman who answered the door didn't look anything like I was expecting so I told her that I'm supposed to be meeting someone called Amanda. She said that she is Amanda. She didn't look Mexican at all, she was blonde. I decided to go along with it but throughout the session I thought she looks and sounds like an Eastern European.

She's actually quite an attractive woman, like a high-class escort, but it took me a while to appreciate that because I had been expecting something different. I paid £60 for half an hour of massage, body to body, and hand relief. It was a nice flat too. I just relaxed and let her do her thing.

The day before I had been in Soho. I had found out that there's a brothel in Soho, along with all of the walk ups. Someone had done a report on it on PunterNet. There's a black girl there called Zoe. It is number 8A Old Compton Street. When I got to the door I wasn't sure which flat to ring. There are three flats, and I think Flat 1 is the brothel. The label had a little heart drawn next to the flat number. I rang and said "Is Zoe there today?". The woman said Zoe only does weekends. I said "Who do you have there today?" and I was told to come up.

The maid or madam took me into one of the bedrooms and answered my questions. The minimum price is £50 which is for about 20 minutes. They have two girls there at a time and I could have taken my pick. I hoped to catch a glimpse of the girls but I thought I was pushing my luck and I had already told her I was only interested in Zoe.

The same day I went to Asian Touch which is a Thai massage place on Shaftesbury Avenue. I wanted to go there because someone had said there's an 'absolutely stunning girl' there. They told me I could come back at 5pm. I went to 26 Romilly Street to see Lulu. When I got up the stairs I saw the sign for Lulu but instead of the expected sign for Meena there was one for someone called Asia, and that she is Indian/Moroccan.

So I went to see Asia instead of Lulu. Asia is tall, with a dark skin like someone from the Mediterranean or the Middle East. She has small breasts and is neither skinny or fat. I got on top of her which I liked but I can't come that way. Later I asked the maid what has happened to Meena and she said that they hadn't heard from her for weeks. It sounds as if Meena won't be in Soho any more. Perhaps she ran up debts before she departed, they have to pay about £300 a day for the flat, it would make sense for them not to pay rent for as long as they could get away with if they're going.

I looked at the time on my mobile and realized I could be back at Asian Touch for 5pm. The girl was indeed pretty but it was dark in the room so I'm not sure if this girl is the absolutely stunning girl someone had mentioned. I'm used to the Chinese places, here it was a bit different, she used hot oils.

Last month I was in Croydon on a Thursday. I saw a Chinese woman who runs a Chinese medical establishment. When she was massaging me I asked her to put a finger up my bum, then two fingers. I already knew she is into this because I had seen her before. I said "I feel that you are the man and I am the woman". She laughed, asked me if I wanted to know how it feels, and moved her fingers in and out. The same day I went to a Thai brothel in Brighton Road. I saw Vicky and achieved orgasm while looking at her pussy and wanking myself.

The next day I went to Soho. First I saw Sandra at 26 Romilly Street. She is Thai. She wasn't very co-operative. I went back there later that day and saw Melanie. Melanie is also Thai, is older and tries harder to please. I had an orgasm with her, the same way as with Vicky the previous day.

The easiest way for me to orgasm is to have an oriental woman lie back on the bed with her legs wide apart and for me to wank myself while looking at her pussy and her talking dirty. It would help if they were stunningly beautiful, and I am always interested in stunners, but that's not the most important thing.

lucky west end girls

I have just finished reading a new book by Violet Ivy about the sex industry called Lucky Girl. It is an account of her life and in particular her involvment in different areas of the sex industry on three continents. I was especially interested in her time at the Soho walk ups, which is the area that I know most about, but her life story starts in a small town in Australia.

As a young adult she moves to the city. Finding work is difficult so she tries serving beers in a sleazy bar wearing next to no clothing. Not being happy with this she progresses to stripping. Eventually she decides to try prostitution. Her account of what she has to go though, especially the first time she has sex for money, is quite harrowing. So too is her account of her first anal sex where she is injured and robbed.

She goes to work for a year in a brothel in Kalgoorlie (I don't know where that is either). It is only when she comes to Melbourne and a high-class brothel there that things begin to look up for her. Although happy at this place, she wants to travel, so she moves to Las Vegas and works as a stripper and a sex worker. She paints a fascinating picture of a world of orgies attended by her - group bookings - against a background of the desperate gambling addicts she sees on the streets and in the casinos of Las Vegas.

Again on the move, she comes to London. Although working in the Soho walk ups is not her first option, she endures it until she is headhunted by an elite fetish brothel in Mayfair. Returning to Australia despite loving her work in Mayfair, the pinnacle of her career is accompanying a leading actor to an award ceremony. He is a gay man who needs to pretend to the world to have a girlfriend, and Violet provides that service for him.

While in Soho she is threatened by an Albanian pimp. She sends him packing. The girl in the flat above her is attacked. The police try to help, but this is in the days when CCTV was uncommon in the walk ups and maids could not always be afforded. Maids get a £2 tip from every customer but the sex worker has to pay her £60 per day. She also has to pay £240 to £280 per day in rent for the flat. Some days some of the sex workers were unable to make that amount of money and could get into debt.

Some of the readers of this blog might remember her. She called herself Sydney then and she worked in Peter Street in Soho and perhaps other places too. This would have been more than 10 years ago. There were a couple of other Australian girls working in Soho then too.

One thing I liked was her account of how she tried her best to help a 32 year old virgin enjoy his first experience of sex. She showed great sensitivity to his needs and was aware that her actions could affect his future relations with women.

Violet writes about her experience of what is perhaps the biggest problem in the life of sex workers, and that is the problem of boyfriends. A sex worker might meet a lovely man and want to have a relationship with him. Only an unsatisfactory man would accept his girlfriend working as a prostitute. So she might keep her work a secret and always fear he might find out, remain single, or accept as a boyfriend a man who might try to exploit her.

A while ago I read the book West End Girls by Barbara Tate. Barbara was a maid in Soho walk ups soon after the end of World War 2. Although the information is a bit out of date now, there is one area especially where she is relevant to today, the problem of boyfriends.

Barbara wrote that there weren't any pimps in Soho but some of the women had ponces. A ponce isn't the same as a pimp. A ponce is a man who tries to form an emotional relationship with a sex worker, not because he cares for her but because he intends to exploit her. He emotionally manipulates her and gets her to hand over her money to him. He tells her that he will invest it for their future together.

In Tate's Soho a ponce was often a Maltese man who would try to hook an established prostitute - who was nearly always a British woman. I think that many of the women in Soho today have men like this. The women are from Eastern Europe and the men are from their own country, maybe their own town. They could be 'boyfriends' who persuade them they can have a good life together in London.

Taking the two books together, it seems to confirm that the clever women are the ones who use sex work to make as much money as possible, bank it or make sensible investments, then leave. They can use the money to set themselves up, do what they really want to do in life, and they don't have to lie to their boyfriends about what they do.

Lucky Girl is a very informative and enjoyable read. We need to hear more about women's experience of the world of sex work and its unusual and occasionally frightening characters. You can buy the book at many places: Amazon, BookLocker and Book Depository. Violet has her own website.


Violet Ivy