After my recent experiences of Chinese massage I didn't intend to try it again. Although Anchee in Bethnal Green seemed tempting (she is said to be the best value in London). I had enjoyed these experiences, especially with the girl in Charing Cross Road, but they had not lived up to my hopes.
On the PunterNet forum someone was asking about a Chinese medical establishment closer to where I live. I often take a short bus ride to Croydon town centre and I have often walked past this establishment, sometimes wondering if they offered massage with a 'happy ending'. This man was saying that he had a massage there but although he had been totally naked there did not seem to be anything else on offer. A couple of people had replied to him, but none had got the happy ending they had hoped for.
I decided I would give it a go. At least I would get a nice massage. I went in there and I could see a young Chinese woman in a white coat talking to some people. She looked as if she was in her late 20s and was of above average attractiveness. When she had finished talking to these people about herbs or something I asked if I could get a massage here. She said yes and told me the price. She said I should come back in half an hour.
When I returned she asked me to pay the £20 for the half hour massage I had asked for. She showed me into a medium sized room with a massage couch in it. There were wall charts showing the human body and the acupuncture points. She said I should undress and lie down on the couch and she would come back. The couch was covered in paper and there was a hole for the face. I lay there what seemed to be a long time. I could hear her talking to someone. There was Chinese music playing.
She came into the room and apologized for keeping me waiting. She asked if I wanted a soft or a firm massage and then started on my shoulders and neck. She seemed to be the only person working there and once or twice she had to leave the room. When someone comes through the front door a bell rings and she has to see who it is.
She worked her way down my back and then started massaging my bum. I had decided it would be prudent to keep my underpants on and she was pulling them down a bit to work on my bum. I said that I could take them off if it would be easier, and she said she could take them off for me, which she did.
After working on the back of my legs she said I could turn over. I hadn't said much to her up to now with my face in this hole, but now we could have a bit of a conversation. She asked me if I had ever had Chinese massage before. I told her I hadn't, but I have a friend who goes to Chinatown and has a massage there.
Towards the end of the massage I wanted to find out what else was on offer. I had to be careful what I said as I didn't want to offend her. I told her that when my friend goes to Chinatown he sometimes gives the girl some more money and she massages him 'down here' and I pointed to my willy. She said "We do that here too". I asked her how much that would cost and she said £15.
At the end of the massage she left me in the room to get dressed and when I came out she was behind the counter. I thanked her and asked her for what her name is. She said J. I'm not going to give her name or her location because usually these women would not welcome people knowing what they do.
This was last week and yesterday I went back. Again she was busy talking to someone and she asked me to come back in an hour. When I came back she came out of one of the rooms where she was with someone and said I could wait for her in the other treatment room. After about 10 minutes she was ready for me. She said that she had been putting a candle in a woman's ear.
I said I wanted an hour massage. This was £35. I had some £10 notes and I started counting them out. She said she had some £5 notes if I needed some change. I told her I wanted to pay the extra £15. She said she remembered that I wanted something extra.
As before, she started on my shoulders and neck. She remembered my name and that I wanted a firm massage. As before, she worked her way down my back and then worked on my bum. Then I heard what sounded like her putting on a latex glove. I had noticed while I had been waiting that there was a box of latex gloves. I wondered if she was going to put her finger up my bum. That's exactly what she did. I hadn't asked for this or expected it. I was happy to have a new experience. Maybe that was her way of telling me that she also does prostate massage. I don't know.
When I turned over she asked if I was warm enough. To begin with I was, but later I did start to shiver a bit and she put a couple of towels over me. I asked her about herself and she told me she had studied six years in China to do this job and she had been in London about 10 years.
When I had been with I. in central London I had asked her strip for me and I had given her the extra £20 she asked for that. I had touched her bum and her pussy. When I had been with L. in central London I had got her to pull down her shorts and I had touched her bum and her pussy. With J. however I didn't feel that I could ask for that or even that I wanted that.
After working on my chest and tummy she started on my genital area. She started prodding around the area and then I could feel her gently holding my penis. She was using oil or lotion and started moving her hand up and down. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to get an erection and after a while I asked her if it was getting big. She said it was. I looked and I could see it was semi erect. We continued and I could feel that it was starting to work. I had been worried that I wouldn't be able to come but it didn't take long before I felt the intense pleasure that made me jerk and groan for several seconds.
It worked out better than I had expected. I achieved orgasm. The massage was good too. I hadn't had to pay that much money. The process was quite simple. What I don't like about the 'sensual massage' scene is that you often don't know what to expect. It seems that some men will go to see a woman, not ask for anything extra and not get anything extra, but leave a tip in the hope that next time they might be offered what they were hoping for. Or they might get something extra and not be asked to pay extra but they will pay a suitable tip because they know that if they don't then they probably aren't going to get it next time. I can't be bothered with that. So I was very happy with my experience with J. and I would like to see her again.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Ann Widdecombe on heroin
A BBC news report has shown that in London some heroin addicts are being prescribed heroin on the NHS. Ann Widdecombe, the Conservative politician, does not accept this. She said
"My concern about giving heroin to addicts is you are not tackling the root cause of their problems. You don't get someone off drugs by giving them drugs. You remove the danger of dirty needles - but not the addiction".
This attitude is common within the coalition government. I think it is harmful. Diamorphine (pure heroin) and methadone are useful in treating heroin addicts. They allow the treatment for addiction to be in two easier steps instead of one big step. Often it will be simply impossible for someone to recover from addiction unless they can do this. Even if an addict only ever achieves the first step that in itself is immeasurably preferable to remaining on street heroin. Someone who takes methadone or diamorphine might still be an addict but their situation is completely different.
Firstly, an addict does not need to commit crime in order to buy street heroin. Women do not feel the need to be prostitutes. Although prostitution does not necessarily damage the physical or psychological health of women, the inadequate criminal justice system in this country means that some are.
Secondly, clean needles mean that an addict is not going to get HIV or hepatitis.
Thirdly, diamorphine and methadone are pure. Street heroin doesn't start off pure, but then it is cut with various substances so that dealers can make more money from it. These substances can be very injurious to health.
Fourthly, the dose of diamorphine and methadone is controlled precisely. People could take relatively large doses of pure heroin for years without it harming their health too much, but heroin kills large numbers of people because it is so easy to overdose on street heroin. Addicts find it very difficult to work out the strength of their heroin and how much they can use without it killing them.
The attitudes of people like Ann Widdecombe to both diamorphine and methadone will lead to death and damage to many people. I'm not saying that addicts should not try to gradually reduce the dose they take or even try to abruptly stop. But it helps if they can get off street heroin first. Many will never be able to overcome addiction without diamorphine or methadone. Even if they never achieve total abstinence from drugs they will be much happier.
"My concern about giving heroin to addicts is you are not tackling the root cause of their problems. You don't get someone off drugs by giving them drugs. You remove the danger of dirty needles - but not the addiction".
This attitude is common within the coalition government. I think it is harmful. Diamorphine (pure heroin) and methadone are useful in treating heroin addicts. They allow the treatment for addiction to be in two easier steps instead of one big step. Often it will be simply impossible for someone to recover from addiction unless they can do this. Even if an addict only ever achieves the first step that in itself is immeasurably preferable to remaining on street heroin. Someone who takes methadone or diamorphine might still be an addict but their situation is completely different.
Firstly, an addict does not need to commit crime in order to buy street heroin. Women do not feel the need to be prostitutes. Although prostitution does not necessarily damage the physical or psychological health of women, the inadequate criminal justice system in this country means that some are.
Secondly, clean needles mean that an addict is not going to get HIV or hepatitis.
Thirdly, diamorphine and methadone are pure. Street heroin doesn't start off pure, but then it is cut with various substances so that dealers can make more money from it. These substances can be very injurious to health.
Fourthly, the dose of diamorphine and methadone is controlled precisely. People could take relatively large doses of pure heroin for years without it harming their health too much, but heroin kills large numbers of people because it is so easy to overdose on street heroin. Addicts find it very difficult to work out the strength of their heroin and how much they can use without it killing them.
The attitudes of people like Ann Widdecombe to both diamorphine and methadone will lead to death and damage to many people. I'm not saying that addicts should not try to gradually reduce the dose they take or even try to abruptly stop. But it helps if they can get off street heroin first. Many will never be able to overcome addiction without diamorphine or methadone. Even if they never achieve total abstinence from drugs they will be much happier.
Monday, July 4, 2011
the autobiography of Sebastian Horsley
I finally got around to reading the autobiography of Sebastian Horsley 'Dandy in the Underworld'. I had been thinking of reading it after I heard about his death by heroin overdose just over a year ago. JoAnne Good and Clayton Littlewood had been talking about him on BBC London. I knew that he lived in Soho and he went to see prostitutes there, often ones in the walk ups where I go.
It is only recently, however, that I have become aware that in Soho there used to be a beautiful Italian woman called Claudia. She worked at 70A Berwick Street until a few years ago. She has been described as looking like Sophia Loren and Raquel Welch. Readers of this blog may know that I have always been most strongly attracted to Italian and Italian-looking women, and I have always lusted after Sophia and Raquel.
I couldn't understand how I could have missed her. I have been going to Soho and using PunterNet for the past ten years. I tried to find out all I could about Claudia, and then I became aware that Sebastian Horsley had seen her a number of times and written about her. He wrote an article in the Guardian/Observer and there is an extract from Dandy in the Underworld in Twill magazine.
I went onto Amazon and ordered a used paperback. When I got it I found the pages about Claudia, and then I read the book from the beginning. I wasn't particularly interested in his wealthy but dysfunctional childhood, his failed attempts to be a punk musician, or even his association with Jimmy Boyle, 'Scotland's most violent gangster'. After I re-read what he had to say about Claudia there was an account of descent into crack cocaine addiction, some rehab, and then another descent into addiction, this time heroin. I have never taken drugs although I have met people who were crack and heroin addicts so this was of great interest to me. It helped me to understand something of what it is like to be totally addicted.
The most poignant part of the book is when his brother-in-law Giles, who had been a heroin addict, offered to help Sebastian. He gave him a job in his business, even though all of the other addicts he had tried to help had robbed him. Giles seemed to have everything sorted and so it was a shock when Sebastian got a call from his sobbing sister. He went round and found Giles dead on the sofa, an abandoned syringe next to him.
I noticed throughout the book numerous references to suicide. His mother had tried to kill herself four times and his grandmother achieved it. He often wrote about how desirable it would be. It had been suggested that Sebastian had killed himself, but it is generally reckoned to have been an accidental overdose. Taking heroin however is a bit like Russian roulette. It is so difficult to get the dose right, and many addicts die by accidental overdosing. He gives a graphic account of when he overdosed but survived. He also gives an account of when he played actual Russian roulette - he owned a gun.
Sebastian's book and his life would not make many people like him. I don't think you could say that he didn't care what people thought of him (as he had said of John Lydon). He would have liked to be adored but I think he thought that it would be better to be despised than ignored. His flaunting of his wealth, his self-centredness and immaturity would enrage many. People would have envied his privileged life, but I am only envious that he knew Claudia.
The last mention of Claudia in the book is where he invites her to his flat to meet another beauty, the model Rachel Garley. It is there that Claudia finally allows him to kiss her; she had not permitted him to do so before.
I saw Sebastian once, sitting outside a café in Old Compton Street. I recognized him immediately; no one else wore a top hat. Apparently it was quite unusual for him to be out during daylight hours. He looked quite approachable, I wish that I had said hello to him. There was a play about him based on his memoirs. The final words said by the actor playing him were "If you see me on old Compton Street please say hello won't you?"
For the purposes of completeness I should mention some of the other activities that Sebastian managed to cram into his short life. He was a failed punk band member. He got to know intimately psychopathic Scottish gangster Jimmy Boyle. He swam with Great White sharks. He lost a fortune and regained a fortune by gambling on the financial markets. He was voluntarily crucified in the Philippines. He was a semi-successful artist.
It is only recently, however, that I have become aware that in Soho there used to be a beautiful Italian woman called Claudia. She worked at 70A Berwick Street until a few years ago. She has been described as looking like Sophia Loren and Raquel Welch. Readers of this blog may know that I have always been most strongly attracted to Italian and Italian-looking women, and I have always lusted after Sophia and Raquel.
I couldn't understand how I could have missed her. I have been going to Soho and using PunterNet for the past ten years. I tried to find out all I could about Claudia, and then I became aware that Sebastian Horsley had seen her a number of times and written about her. He wrote an article in the Guardian/Observer and there is an extract from Dandy in the Underworld in Twill magazine.
I went onto Amazon and ordered a used paperback. When I got it I found the pages about Claudia, and then I read the book from the beginning. I wasn't particularly interested in his wealthy but dysfunctional childhood, his failed attempts to be a punk musician, or even his association with Jimmy Boyle, 'Scotland's most violent gangster'. After I re-read what he had to say about Claudia there was an account of descent into crack cocaine addiction, some rehab, and then another descent into addiction, this time heroin. I have never taken drugs although I have met people who were crack and heroin addicts so this was of great interest to me. It helped me to understand something of what it is like to be totally addicted.
The most poignant part of the book is when his brother-in-law Giles, who had been a heroin addict, offered to help Sebastian. He gave him a job in his business, even though all of the other addicts he had tried to help had robbed him. Giles seemed to have everything sorted and so it was a shock when Sebastian got a call from his sobbing sister. He went round and found Giles dead on the sofa, an abandoned syringe next to him.
I noticed throughout the book numerous references to suicide. His mother had tried to kill herself four times and his grandmother achieved it. He often wrote about how desirable it would be. It had been suggested that Sebastian had killed himself, but it is generally reckoned to have been an accidental overdose. Taking heroin however is a bit like Russian roulette. It is so difficult to get the dose right, and many addicts die by accidental overdosing. He gives a graphic account of when he overdosed but survived. He also gives an account of when he played actual Russian roulette - he owned a gun.
Sebastian's book and his life would not make many people like him. I don't think you could say that he didn't care what people thought of him (as he had said of John Lydon). He would have liked to be adored but I think he thought that it would be better to be despised than ignored. His flaunting of his wealth, his self-centredness and immaturity would enrage many. People would have envied his privileged life, but I am only envious that he knew Claudia.
The last mention of Claudia in the book is where he invites her to his flat to meet another beauty, the model Rachel Garley. It is there that Claudia finally allows him to kiss her; she had not permitted him to do so before.
I saw Sebastian once, sitting outside a café in Old Compton Street. I recognized him immediately; no one else wore a top hat. Apparently it was quite unusual for him to be out during daylight hours. He looked quite approachable, I wish that I had said hello to him. There was a play about him based on his memoirs. The final words said by the actor playing him were "If you see me on old Compton Street please say hello won't you?"
For the purposes of completeness I should mention some of the other activities that Sebastian managed to cram into his short life. He was a failed punk band member. He got to know intimately psychopathic Scottish gangster Jimmy Boyle. He swam with Great White sharks. He lost a fortune and regained a fortune by gambling on the financial markets. He was voluntarily crucified in the Philippines. He was a semi-successful artist.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
finding out more about Chinese massage
I have been intrigued for some time by Chinese massage establishments. The idea that you can get a massage from a pretty Chinese girl and if you're lucky she will be willing to masturbate you to orgasm. I tried a couple of these places in Soho and Chinatown, as I have related in previous posts on this blog, but what put me off is not knowing how much I would end up paying. So I never got my 'happy ending'.
Often when I walk around Chinatown I am offered a leaflet by a girl standing outside one of these places. These Chinese medical centres don't just offer massage, they have herbs and acupuncture too. Inside there are jars of herbs on shelves and people in white coats looking like doctors. In Little Newport Street there are a couple of these, and I noticed two women offering massage like the others but they didn't seem to have an establishment or any leaflets.
The first one I noticed was an old woman, then another time a younger one. Then I saw the two of them together. The younger of the two is quite attractive. I was intrigued, wondering what they were up to. Was this some kind of scam? I have been told that there are various little scams involved in Chinese massage, such as having a clock set some time earlier than the correct time so that you get less time than you paid for.
I wondered what would happen if I were to accept their propositions. I had an image in my mind of being shown into a room, asked to pay and then told to undress, and they running off with my money and maybe my clothes too. I started a new thread on the PunterNet forum, and someone cleared up the mystery. The older one is called Rose and the younger one is called Cindy. They used to work at other places but have set themselves up in their own place. They give a very good service I'm told.
Now they have a sign up, and just yesterday I noticed a pretty young girl outside on the street. She could have been a teenager. She asked me if I was interested in a massage. I asked her the price, and if it would be with her. She told me it would be someone else giving me the massage. They are at 11 Little Newport Street. There is a doorway and some stairs that are shared by a cab company.
I was thinking of going to see Rose or Cindy, but I got a tip from someone about a girl in Charing Cross Road. So on Thursday last week I went there. It is a proper Chinese medical centre, quite a big one. I got there about 11.30 am and I said "Is I. here today?". I'm not going to identify her because usually they don't want that. He said she will be here at 12 mid-day if I want to book to see her. I went and had a coffee and something to eat.
I returned just before mid-day and I paid the £25 for the half-hour I'd booked. I sat and waited. There was nothing sleazy about this place; nobody would know what goes on. An older man and woman in white coats were talking to each other in Chinese. I. turned up a few minutes late and I was asked to follow her through a doorway. She was chatty and smiled a lot. She looked as if she was in her early 20s and was attractive. She led me down some stairs and through a maze of corridors with little rooms off them. Eventually we came to the room we had been allocated. The massage couch took up a lot of the room.
She suggested I take off my clothes while she got ready. I got onto the couch face down and she asked me if I wanted a hard or a soft massage. The couch had been covered with paper so it was all quite hygienic. She had put some soothing Chinese music on. After a while I. asked me if I just wanted my back done. I said no and I turned over. I asked her if she could play with my willy and she said yes and that it would cost me £20.
I agreed to this and she took my willy into her hands. She put some oil onto it and squeezed and moved her hands up and down. She was smiling and giggling, looking at me in the eyes and being flirty. After a couple of minutes I still didn't have an erection. She suggested that she take clothes off, for another £20. I wasn't sure, I thought she might have meant just her top. Her English is OK but not that good. When I agreed she stripped off until she was totally naked, giggling all the time.
Almost immediately I got an enormous erection and I. got to work on it. I asked her if she could talk dirty for me. She said she was willing to learn and she would try. One of the things I asked her to say was "Let me see your sperm". She asked me "What is 'sperm'?". I said it's the thing that men have inside them that squirts out the end of their willies, and I made appropriate gestures with my hands. She said "Ah, yes" and then "Let me see your sperm. Let me see your SPERM!".
It was all great fun, but despite I.'s best efforts I didn't manage to have an orgasm. When I put my clothes on I gave her the two £20 notes that I'd promised her. She suggested that I come to see her again, and perhaps for an hour this time. I definitely wanted to see her again.
I thought that if I refrain from masturbating for a few days before my next encounter then my chances of achieving orgasm would be much greater. Although I wanted to see I. again, I had got a couple more tips about Chinese women. There is a woman in Bethnal Green called Anchee who gives an hour massage including a happy ending for just £40. I had her phone number but when I called her she said she was on holiday. At least I think that's what she said, her English was not very good and it was difficult to understand what she was saying.
Someone told me about a new place in Paddington. A woman called L. there gives everything short of full sex for £40, although I would also have to pay the cost of the massage. I was told that the standards are higher there, in terms of cleanliness and other things, than most similar establishments.
I went there yesterday. As I was standing outside a woman went in. She wasn't young or pretty and was a bit short and dumpy. If that's the sort of woman they have here then I'm not interested, I thought. But then I thought maybe she's the receptionist. I went up the stairs and indeed the woman I'd seen greeted me from behind a counter, and there was a younger woman sitting there. I said "Is L. here today?" and she said yes. She asked me how long I wanted and I said half an hour. I was asked to pay £30 and then shown into a room.
The room smelled a bit musty. It had a shower in it but there was no extractor fan. This place wasn't what I expected. I thought that if this is one of the better places then I wouldn't like to see the other ones. The woman at reception came in and told me she was L., which surprised me. I didn't know if she was telling the truth. However, she looked better up close than she had before, so I though I might as well enjoy myself while I am here.
I was sitting on the massage couch naked with her standing right in front of me. She asked me what kind of massage I wanted. I said I wanted her to massage me here, and pointed at my willy. She smiled and giggled. I lay down on the couch and she started wanking me. I touched the back of her legs and her bum and after a while tried to pull down the zip on her shorts. She indicated that she could take her top off but I said no I wanted the shorts down.
She pulled her shorts down and then her knickers without taking them off. While she was wanking me I put my fingers between her bum cheeks wondering if I could get my finger up her bum. She leant forward and smiled at me. She put her face up close to mine and kissed me on the lips. I asked her if she wanted to see my sperm squirting out and she said she really did.
It was all very lovely, so it was surprising that after a while I lost my erection. I sat up and said "I want to look at you down here", looking at her between the legs. She told me that would cost more money. I said that I didn't want to spend more money that day. I asked her how much time I had left and told her to massage my back for the remaining time.
It seemed to last longer than 30 minutes and I had only spent œ30. Afterwards she asked me how I found out about her. I told her they had been talking on the internet about this place and someone had sent me a private message giving her name. When I was about to go she put her finger to her lips and said "Don't tell anyone what I do".
In the corridor on the way out a young woman emerged from one of the rooms. I looked through the open doorway into the room and saw another girl sitting on the couch in a short skirt. I don't know what they had been getting up to. Maybe practising on each other.
I remember once I was walking around Chinatown and I looked through a window and I saw a teenage girl sitting in a massage chair with another girl standing behind her massaging her shoulders, and another one standing behind her massaging her shoulders. I suppose they have to amuse themselves while waiting for a man.
I wondered what to do with myself for the rest of the day and I decided to get the tube to Soho. Wandering around. I noticed that Ivy was at the walk up in Greek Street. I went up and told her I wanted to spend 20 minutes with her for £40. Before we got down to business I sat on the edge of the bed and asked her to stand next to me so we could have a cuddle. I lay on the bed and she sat naked between my legs and started wanking me. She grasped my erection much more firmly than I. or L. had done. She said, over and over again, "Fuck the pussy darling, fuck the wet pussy. My pussy is so wet for you. Fuck it! Fuck it hard!".
It didn't take long before I could feel it starting to work and then I began ejaculating copiously. I looked up and I could see my cum all over her hands together with the oil. We cleaned me up and I asked how much time we had left. She told me just a few minutes and asked if I wanted to cuddle. I told her that I had been for a Chinese massage but hadn't managed to come, and that she could achieve what they could not.
Ivy said "I think you could give me a massage" and I said "I'll do anything you want". So she lay on her tummy and I massaged her back for a few minutes. Then my time was up. Ivy will be there today, and next week she will be there Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. After that I don't know.
I might go for some CWT (Chinese Wanking Therapy) again. If Ivy isn't there, and often she isn't. I'm not going to spend much money on it though. It's still pleasurable, even when I don't manage to come. I can try and get them to do it just the way I like it.
Often when I walk around Chinatown I am offered a leaflet by a girl standing outside one of these places. These Chinese medical centres don't just offer massage, they have herbs and acupuncture too. Inside there are jars of herbs on shelves and people in white coats looking like doctors. In Little Newport Street there are a couple of these, and I noticed two women offering massage like the others but they didn't seem to have an establishment or any leaflets.
The first one I noticed was an old woman, then another time a younger one. Then I saw the two of them together. The younger of the two is quite attractive. I was intrigued, wondering what they were up to. Was this some kind of scam? I have been told that there are various little scams involved in Chinese massage, such as having a clock set some time earlier than the correct time so that you get less time than you paid for.
I wondered what would happen if I were to accept their propositions. I had an image in my mind of being shown into a room, asked to pay and then told to undress, and they running off with my money and maybe my clothes too. I started a new thread on the PunterNet forum, and someone cleared up the mystery. The older one is called Rose and the younger one is called Cindy. They used to work at other places but have set themselves up in their own place. They give a very good service I'm told.
Now they have a sign up, and just yesterday I noticed a pretty young girl outside on the street. She could have been a teenager. She asked me if I was interested in a massage. I asked her the price, and if it would be with her. She told me it would be someone else giving me the massage. They are at 11 Little Newport Street. There is a doorway and some stairs that are shared by a cab company.
I was thinking of going to see Rose or Cindy, but I got a tip from someone about a girl in Charing Cross Road. So on Thursday last week I went there. It is a proper Chinese medical centre, quite a big one. I got there about 11.30 am and I said "Is I. here today?". I'm not going to identify her because usually they don't want that. He said she will be here at 12 mid-day if I want to book to see her. I went and had a coffee and something to eat.
I returned just before mid-day and I paid the £25 for the half-hour I'd booked. I sat and waited. There was nothing sleazy about this place; nobody would know what goes on. An older man and woman in white coats were talking to each other in Chinese. I. turned up a few minutes late and I was asked to follow her through a doorway. She was chatty and smiled a lot. She looked as if she was in her early 20s and was attractive. She led me down some stairs and through a maze of corridors with little rooms off them. Eventually we came to the room we had been allocated. The massage couch took up a lot of the room.
She suggested I take off my clothes while she got ready. I got onto the couch face down and she asked me if I wanted a hard or a soft massage. The couch had been covered with paper so it was all quite hygienic. She had put some soothing Chinese music on. After a while I. asked me if I just wanted my back done. I said no and I turned over. I asked her if she could play with my willy and she said yes and that it would cost me £20.
I agreed to this and she took my willy into her hands. She put some oil onto it and squeezed and moved her hands up and down. She was smiling and giggling, looking at me in the eyes and being flirty. After a couple of minutes I still didn't have an erection. She suggested that she take clothes off, for another £20. I wasn't sure, I thought she might have meant just her top. Her English is OK but not that good. When I agreed she stripped off until she was totally naked, giggling all the time.
Almost immediately I got an enormous erection and I. got to work on it. I asked her if she could talk dirty for me. She said she was willing to learn and she would try. One of the things I asked her to say was "Let me see your sperm". She asked me "What is 'sperm'?". I said it's the thing that men have inside them that squirts out the end of their willies, and I made appropriate gestures with my hands. She said "Ah, yes" and then "Let me see your sperm. Let me see your SPERM!".
It was all great fun, but despite I.'s best efforts I didn't manage to have an orgasm. When I put my clothes on I gave her the two £20 notes that I'd promised her. She suggested that I come to see her again, and perhaps for an hour this time. I definitely wanted to see her again.
I thought that if I refrain from masturbating for a few days before my next encounter then my chances of achieving orgasm would be much greater. Although I wanted to see I. again, I had got a couple more tips about Chinese women. There is a woman in Bethnal Green called Anchee who gives an hour massage including a happy ending for just £40. I had her phone number but when I called her she said she was on holiday. At least I think that's what she said, her English was not very good and it was difficult to understand what she was saying.
Someone told me about a new place in Paddington. A woman called L. there gives everything short of full sex for £40, although I would also have to pay the cost of the massage. I was told that the standards are higher there, in terms of cleanliness and other things, than most similar establishments.
I went there yesterday. As I was standing outside a woman went in. She wasn't young or pretty and was a bit short and dumpy. If that's the sort of woman they have here then I'm not interested, I thought. But then I thought maybe she's the receptionist. I went up the stairs and indeed the woman I'd seen greeted me from behind a counter, and there was a younger woman sitting there. I said "Is L. here today?" and she said yes. She asked me how long I wanted and I said half an hour. I was asked to pay £30 and then shown into a room.
The room smelled a bit musty. It had a shower in it but there was no extractor fan. This place wasn't what I expected. I thought that if this is one of the better places then I wouldn't like to see the other ones. The woman at reception came in and told me she was L., which surprised me. I didn't know if she was telling the truth. However, she looked better up close than she had before, so I though I might as well enjoy myself while I am here.
I was sitting on the massage couch naked with her standing right in front of me. She asked me what kind of massage I wanted. I said I wanted her to massage me here, and pointed at my willy. She smiled and giggled. I lay down on the couch and she started wanking me. I touched the back of her legs and her bum and after a while tried to pull down the zip on her shorts. She indicated that she could take her top off but I said no I wanted the shorts down.
She pulled her shorts down and then her knickers without taking them off. While she was wanking me I put my fingers between her bum cheeks wondering if I could get my finger up her bum. She leant forward and smiled at me. She put her face up close to mine and kissed me on the lips. I asked her if she wanted to see my sperm squirting out and she said she really did.
It was all very lovely, so it was surprising that after a while I lost my erection. I sat up and said "I want to look at you down here", looking at her between the legs. She told me that would cost more money. I said that I didn't want to spend more money that day. I asked her how much time I had left and told her to massage my back for the remaining time.
It seemed to last longer than 30 minutes and I had only spent œ30. Afterwards she asked me how I found out about her. I told her they had been talking on the internet about this place and someone had sent me a private message giving her name. When I was about to go she put her finger to her lips and said "Don't tell anyone what I do".
In the corridor on the way out a young woman emerged from one of the rooms. I looked through the open doorway into the room and saw another girl sitting on the couch in a short skirt. I don't know what they had been getting up to. Maybe practising on each other.
I remember once I was walking around Chinatown and I looked through a window and I saw a teenage girl sitting in a massage chair with another girl standing behind her massaging her shoulders, and another one standing behind her massaging her shoulders. I suppose they have to amuse themselves while waiting for a man.
I wondered what to do with myself for the rest of the day and I decided to get the tube to Soho. Wandering around. I noticed that Ivy was at the walk up in Greek Street. I went up and told her I wanted to spend 20 minutes with her for £40. Before we got down to business I sat on the edge of the bed and asked her to stand next to me so we could have a cuddle. I lay on the bed and she sat naked between my legs and started wanking me. She grasped my erection much more firmly than I. or L. had done. She said, over and over again, "Fuck the pussy darling, fuck the wet pussy. My pussy is so wet for you. Fuck it! Fuck it hard!".
It didn't take long before I could feel it starting to work and then I began ejaculating copiously. I looked up and I could see my cum all over her hands together with the oil. We cleaned me up and I asked how much time we had left. She told me just a few minutes and asked if I wanted to cuddle. I told her that I had been for a Chinese massage but hadn't managed to come, and that she could achieve what they could not.
Ivy said "I think you could give me a massage" and I said "I'll do anything you want". So she lay on her tummy and I massaged her back for a few minutes. Then my time was up. Ivy will be there today, and next week she will be there Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. After that I don't know.
I might go for some CWT (Chinese Wanking Therapy) again. If Ivy isn't there, and often she isn't. I'm not going to spend much money on it though. It's still pleasurable, even when I don't manage to come. I can try and get them to do it just the way I like it.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Amanda Sunita Sarah
Today I decided to try three women that I hadn't seen before. All of these women have been recommended. Lisle Street is the first to open in the morning so I went there first. At 2 Lisle Street I saw Amanda. She is quite pretty and I'm sure a lot of people would like her but she's a bit too Jennifer Aniston-y for me. She is of average height and has brown hair. I think she would be good for someone looking for a 'girlfriend experience' because she tries to please.
I asked her to play with my willy to make it get big and after a while I asked her if she'd like to do the 69 position. She said I would have to pay extra for that but she could just turn round if I liked. She moved her bottom next to my face and I got a close-up of her pussy and her bum hole. I would have loved to have pushed my fingers inside her pussy and her bum hole - she looked delightful in that positition - but I contented myself with opening her pussy lips and looking inside.
Afterwards I asked her about Natalie, and she said that Natalie has left for good, gone back to her own country. I was glad that I had been to see Natalie before she went. Snogging Natalie was wonderful, I had never kissed a woman as beautiful as her. However, it's always possible that someday she might be back. I seem to remember she went off once before. Maybe she's made her fortune and wants to do something else with her life.
I noticed the name of the woman in the top flat, written on a card on the stairway. It wasn't Nelly so perhaps Nelly has gone too. When I'd been waiting to see Amanda the maid had been very chatty and told me she was new there too. So maybe they're all new there.
Next I went to Frith Street to see the new woman there. Sunita is the only other Indian woman in Soho apart from Meena. Although I think someone might have mentioned one in Dean Street too. I went up the stairs to the first flat. A young Chinese man came down the stairs and I noticed an older woman following me up the stairs. The door of the flat was open and I could see the maid. I assumed that Sunita was busy so I said to the maid that I would come back later. She said to come back in five minutes.
The maid and the other woman coming up the stairs behind me greeted each other so I think they hadn't started yet. They were just opening up. When I was back on the street I noticed the Chinese man waiting outside and an even younger man in smart clothing. I thought I don't want to wait till they've had their turn with Sunita so I thought I'll come back later.
I went to nearby Romilly Street to see if Sarah was there. Her name was up there. The maid answered the door and said that she was with a man and there was another one waiting, and that I could come back later or there's another girl upstairs. I could see that the other girl up the stairs was Alena, and although I like Alena I decided to come back later.
I went to have a coffee and something to eat and then decided to try and see Sunita again, before it got to 12 when I thought there might be a mid-day rush. I didn't have to wait to see her. She's quite a tall attractive woman. I asked her if she had had many customers that day. She said there were a few who wanted to see her on their way to work. I asked if they were builders or office workers and she said some of each.
The most interesting thing she told me is that some men work in Soho and tell their colleagues they're popping out for a cigarette break. Then they go to see her. For 10 minutes. Then they go back to work, and nobody knows what they've been up to.
Because Sunita is tall, I wanted to fuck her. I wouldn't say she's as pretty as Meena - although some people aren't attracted to Meena - but she's attractive and friendly. I think she used to do Thursdays but now does Tuesdays too.
After I'd had some lunch I went back to Romilly Street to see Sarah. Sarah is from Thailand, she is small and has a light brown skin. She is quite pretty, although I wouldn't say she's as pretty as Lucy or even Ivy. I didn't have much money left in my wallet at this point, and I asked the maid is they charge £20 or £25 for the basic service. At Lisle Street it is now £25 and at Frith Street it is £20. She said £20, it's £20 wherever you go in Soho. I said that at some places it is £25, but she said that's only if you want French and sex. There wasn't much point in contradicting her, but she is not correct.
Sarah played with my will till it got hard, then she put on a condom and I asked her to get on top of me. She made rhythmic movements, but it wasn't stimulating enough and I lost my erection. I asked her to wank me, and then I asked her if she could talk dirty. I gave her some examples of what I would like her to say. The things that Ivy says to me, like "Fuck my pussy, darling. Fuck my wet pussy. My pussy is so wet for you". She said them, over and over again, and I became very aroused. As I explained to her, it would take me more than 10 minutes for me to come. I told her I might come and see her again and spend more time with her. I might do, or I might go and see Lucy instead.
I asked her to play with my willy to make it get big and after a while I asked her if she'd like to do the 69 position. She said I would have to pay extra for that but she could just turn round if I liked. She moved her bottom next to my face and I got a close-up of her pussy and her bum hole. I would have loved to have pushed my fingers inside her pussy and her bum hole - she looked delightful in that positition - but I contented myself with opening her pussy lips and looking inside.
Afterwards I asked her about Natalie, and she said that Natalie has left for good, gone back to her own country. I was glad that I had been to see Natalie before she went. Snogging Natalie was wonderful, I had never kissed a woman as beautiful as her. However, it's always possible that someday she might be back. I seem to remember she went off once before. Maybe she's made her fortune and wants to do something else with her life.
I noticed the name of the woman in the top flat, written on a card on the stairway. It wasn't Nelly so perhaps Nelly has gone too. When I'd been waiting to see Amanda the maid had been very chatty and told me she was new there too. So maybe they're all new there.
Next I went to Frith Street to see the new woman there. Sunita is the only other Indian woman in Soho apart from Meena. Although I think someone might have mentioned one in Dean Street too. I went up the stairs to the first flat. A young Chinese man came down the stairs and I noticed an older woman following me up the stairs. The door of the flat was open and I could see the maid. I assumed that Sunita was busy so I said to the maid that I would come back later. She said to come back in five minutes.
The maid and the other woman coming up the stairs behind me greeted each other so I think they hadn't started yet. They were just opening up. When I was back on the street I noticed the Chinese man waiting outside and an even younger man in smart clothing. I thought I don't want to wait till they've had their turn with Sunita so I thought I'll come back later.
I went to nearby Romilly Street to see if Sarah was there. Her name was up there. The maid answered the door and said that she was with a man and there was another one waiting, and that I could come back later or there's another girl upstairs. I could see that the other girl up the stairs was Alena, and although I like Alena I decided to come back later.
I went to have a coffee and something to eat and then decided to try and see Sunita again, before it got to 12 when I thought there might be a mid-day rush. I didn't have to wait to see her. She's quite a tall attractive woman. I asked her if she had had many customers that day. She said there were a few who wanted to see her on their way to work. I asked if they were builders or office workers and she said some of each.
The most interesting thing she told me is that some men work in Soho and tell their colleagues they're popping out for a cigarette break. Then they go to see her. For 10 minutes. Then they go back to work, and nobody knows what they've been up to.
Because Sunita is tall, I wanted to fuck her. I wouldn't say she's as pretty as Meena - although some people aren't attracted to Meena - but she's attractive and friendly. I think she used to do Thursdays but now does Tuesdays too.
After I'd had some lunch I went back to Romilly Street to see Sarah. Sarah is from Thailand, she is small and has a light brown skin. She is quite pretty, although I wouldn't say she's as pretty as Lucy or even Ivy. I didn't have much money left in my wallet at this point, and I asked the maid is they charge £20 or £25 for the basic service. At Lisle Street it is now £25 and at Frith Street it is £20. She said £20, it's £20 wherever you go in Soho. I said that at some places it is £25, but she said that's only if you want French and sex. There wasn't much point in contradicting her, but she is not correct.
Sarah played with my will till it got hard, then she put on a condom and I asked her to get on top of me. She made rhythmic movements, but it wasn't stimulating enough and I lost my erection. I asked her to wank me, and then I asked her if she could talk dirty. I gave her some examples of what I would like her to say. The things that Ivy says to me, like "Fuck my pussy, darling. Fuck my wet pussy. My pussy is so wet for you". She said them, over and over again, and I became very aroused. As I explained to her, it would take me more than 10 minutes for me to come. I told her I might come and see her again and spend more time with her. I might do, or I might go and see Lucy instead.
Friday, May 20, 2011
the prosecution of sex workers
I was looking at the Harlot's Parlour site and I read about the English Collective of Prostitutes' campaign to stop the prosecution of Sheila Farmer. This was of interest to me because I have said on this blog that the laws about prostitution make women unsafe and should be changed. Her case graphically illustrates what I and many others have been saying.
There are many women up and down the country who make a good living from prostitution working on their own from their own flats without ever coming into contact with the police. What they do is legal. Sheila Farmer was apparently one of these. However, it is often not safe. She was viciously attacked by a man who raped her repeatedly, tried to strangle her and kept her tied up for hours.
After this she decided to work only with other women. Her flat was raided by the police, she was arrested and faces up to seven years in prison. This has happened to a number of women, and apparently they are often also often accused of 'money laundering'.
Also found on the Harlot's Parlour site is a discussion of the recent case of Hanna Morris. Hanna called the police when violent men brandishing shotguns raided one of the flats she operated threatening the women inside by throwing petrol around with the intention of setting fire to the premises with the women present. Hanna called the police with the expectation that they would pursue, capture and hopefully convict the violent men that had attacked the women whom she represented. The police chose to close Hanna’s business and begin a prosecution against Hanna that could have put her in prison for seven years.
Sheila Farmer's case doesn't seem to have made it into the newspapers, but not long ago Claire Finch's did. The police raided her house and charged her with brothel-keeping. This article in the Times is about Claire and Hanna's cases.
Street prostitution is a very different kind of prostitution, but here also the law makes women unsafe. This article in the Guardian shows this. A raft of new legislation has served only to shunt thousands of women out of well-lit, residential locales and into desolate, semi-industrial wastelands. David Wilson, professor of criminology at Birmingham City University, has suggested managed zones where sex workers can work safely, decriminalisation, or even full legislation. Some women's groups, however, decry these measures as 'legitimising the abuse of women'.
I think that these feminists have got it completely wrong. It is current legislation which 'legitimizes' the abuse of women. They should support changes in the law that will result in fewer women being killed, injured and raped. Women know what they need to do to keep themselves safe, and feminists should listen to them instead of ignoring them or shouting them down.
The Harlot's Parlour site has information about the ideas of two radical feminists, Andrea Dworkin and Catharine Mackinnon. Despite their extremism they have had a lot of influence on feminism and attitudes to laws on prostitution.
I don't believe that sex workers are doing anything wrong, but I'm not so sure about people who aren't sex workers but make money out of sex workers. I don't know if Sheila Farmer, Hanna Morris or Claire Finch are in that category. I have nothing against prostitution, but the best type of prostitution is where the women take the profits and are not told what to do by anyone else.
In Soho the sex workers in the walk ups are not breaking the law because they work alone. Most sex workers who work from flats on their own would I guess rent from a landlord who has no idea that prostitution is occurring on the premises, or if they do know turn a blind eye. Or maybe they have a mortgage or have paid outright for the flat.
I thought maybe a similar arrangement worked in Soho. I know that the granddaughter of Paul Raymond owns a lot of property in Soho. However, I have been becoming increasingly aware that there are people who organize the women and would be taking much of the profit.
I was told recently that all of the women at my favourite walk up in Soho have been told not to do oral sex without a condom. Probably a good thing, but I didn't realize that they are all told what to do. Someone else said that the reason one of the flats in Old Compton Street was not used for a while was because of a 'change of management'. A couple of the women have talked about their 'bosses' (in both cases a woman).
The sooner we get sensible changes in legislation the better. Then not only will women be safer but they will be better able to organize themselves and keep the profits from their work.
There are many women up and down the country who make a good living from prostitution working on their own from their own flats without ever coming into contact with the police. What they do is legal. Sheila Farmer was apparently one of these. However, it is often not safe. She was viciously attacked by a man who raped her repeatedly, tried to strangle her and kept her tied up for hours.
After this she decided to work only with other women. Her flat was raided by the police, she was arrested and faces up to seven years in prison. This has happened to a number of women, and apparently they are often also often accused of 'money laundering'.
Also found on the Harlot's Parlour site is a discussion of the recent case of Hanna Morris. Hanna called the police when violent men brandishing shotguns raided one of the flats she operated threatening the women inside by throwing petrol around with the intention of setting fire to the premises with the women present. Hanna called the police with the expectation that they would pursue, capture and hopefully convict the violent men that had attacked the women whom she represented. The police chose to close Hanna’s business and begin a prosecution against Hanna that could have put her in prison for seven years.
Sheila Farmer's case doesn't seem to have made it into the newspapers, but not long ago Claire Finch's did. The police raided her house and charged her with brothel-keeping. This article in the Times is about Claire and Hanna's cases.
Street prostitution is a very different kind of prostitution, but here also the law makes women unsafe. This article in the Guardian shows this. A raft of new legislation has served only to shunt thousands of women out of well-lit, residential locales and into desolate, semi-industrial wastelands. David Wilson, professor of criminology at Birmingham City University, has suggested managed zones where sex workers can work safely, decriminalisation, or even full legislation. Some women's groups, however, decry these measures as 'legitimising the abuse of women'.
I think that these feminists have got it completely wrong. It is current legislation which 'legitimizes' the abuse of women. They should support changes in the law that will result in fewer women being killed, injured and raped. Women know what they need to do to keep themselves safe, and feminists should listen to them instead of ignoring them or shouting them down.
The Harlot's Parlour site has information about the ideas of two radical feminists, Andrea Dworkin and Catharine Mackinnon. Despite their extremism they have had a lot of influence on feminism and attitudes to laws on prostitution.
I don't believe that sex workers are doing anything wrong, but I'm not so sure about people who aren't sex workers but make money out of sex workers. I don't know if Sheila Farmer, Hanna Morris or Claire Finch are in that category. I have nothing against prostitution, but the best type of prostitution is where the women take the profits and are not told what to do by anyone else.
In Soho the sex workers in the walk ups are not breaking the law because they work alone. Most sex workers who work from flats on their own would I guess rent from a landlord who has no idea that prostitution is occurring on the premises, or if they do know turn a blind eye. Or maybe they have a mortgage or have paid outright for the flat.
I thought maybe a similar arrangement worked in Soho. I know that the granddaughter of Paul Raymond owns a lot of property in Soho. However, I have been becoming increasingly aware that there are people who organize the women and would be taking much of the profit.
I was told recently that all of the women at my favourite walk up in Soho have been told not to do oral sex without a condom. Probably a good thing, but I didn't realize that they are all told what to do. Someone else said that the reason one of the flats in Old Compton Street was not used for a while was because of a 'change of management'. A couple of the women have talked about their 'bosses' (in both cases a woman).
The sooner we get sensible changes in legislation the better. Then not only will women be safer but they will be better able to organize themselves and keep the profits from their work.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
looking for Angela
In my last post I mentioned how I tried to find Angela in Peter Street. I couldn't find her, and on Wednesday I decided to try again. Re-reading the Soho Walk-Up Thread on the PunterNet Forum I found the location of her flat. It is on the top floor of 28 Peter Street. She isn't normally the sort of woman that I would go for, just the opposite in fact, but I thought it would be an interesting experience. She is apparently quite wild.
When the maid opened the door I asked her the name of the woman there that day. In Peter Street, unlike most other places in Soho, they don't put the name of the woman up outside the flat. She wouldn't say but kept inviting me in to talk to the woman. When I was inside the flat I saw quite an attractive Italian-looking woman, with long black hair. She looked about 40. I asked her if she is Angela and she said yes.
The bedroom was pleasant enough and had big mirrors. I asked her if I could spend ten minutes with her for £20. I said I would like a hand job. While she was wanking me she asked me how I knew about her. I said that I had found out about her on the internet. She asked what they were saying about her and I replied that they said she looked liked a porn star and was horny.
It was quite a pleasant experience but afterwards I couldn't help thinking that maybe this woman isn't Angela. She wasn't quite what I was expecting. I started re-reading the Soho Walk-Up Thread more carefully and also the field reports for Soho. Angela is in fact a blonde! So the woman I saw wan't being honest with me. Unless she's had a change of hair colour which could have happened but I don't think so.
When she had been asking me about what they were saying about her, she really wanted to know what they were saying about Angela. Probably she knows Angela, maybe she thinks of Angela as a rival. Or she wants to know how Angela has got herself lots of publicity.
Anyway, apparently I might not be the only one who has been looking for Angela. I saw a news report on TV about four Police Community Support Officers who have left their jobs in disgrace after being caught visiting a 'brothel' while on duty. I could recognize Peter Street and I wondered if it was the same flat I had been to.
I googled it and came up with two news stories in The Telegraph and The Daily Mail. The Mail story has a photo of the doorway. The PCSOs had asked after a particular Eastern European woman (Angela is Lithuanian). She wan't there, and they had a cup of tea with the maid. It is defininitely 28 Peter Street. So maybe they had been reading the PunterNet Forum and decided to check out 'fab looking horny filthy talking porn star lookalike' Angela. All they got was a cup of tea.
When the maid opened the door I asked her the name of the woman there that day. In Peter Street, unlike most other places in Soho, they don't put the name of the woman up outside the flat. She wouldn't say but kept inviting me in to talk to the woman. When I was inside the flat I saw quite an attractive Italian-looking woman, with long black hair. She looked about 40. I asked her if she is Angela and she said yes.
The bedroom was pleasant enough and had big mirrors. I asked her if I could spend ten minutes with her for £20. I said I would like a hand job. While she was wanking me she asked me how I knew about her. I said that I had found out about her on the internet. She asked what they were saying about her and I replied that they said she looked liked a porn star and was horny.
It was quite a pleasant experience but afterwards I couldn't help thinking that maybe this woman isn't Angela. She wasn't quite what I was expecting. I started re-reading the Soho Walk-Up Thread more carefully and also the field reports for Soho. Angela is in fact a blonde! So the woman I saw wan't being honest with me. Unless she's had a change of hair colour which could have happened but I don't think so.
When she had been asking me about what they were saying about her, she really wanted to know what they were saying about Angela. Probably she knows Angela, maybe she thinks of Angela as a rival. Or she wants to know how Angela has got herself lots of publicity.
Anyway, apparently I might not be the only one who has been looking for Angela. I saw a news report on TV about four Police Community Support Officers who have left their jobs in disgrace after being caught visiting a 'brothel' while on duty. I could recognize Peter Street and I wondered if it was the same flat I had been to.
I googled it and came up with two news stories in The Telegraph and The Daily Mail. The Mail story has a photo of the doorway. The PCSOs had asked after a particular Eastern European woman (Angela is Lithuanian). She wan't there, and they had a cup of tea with the maid. It is defininitely 28 Peter Street. So maybe they had been reading the PunterNet Forum and decided to check out 'fab looking horny filthy talking porn star lookalike' Angela. All they got was a cup of tea.
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