trainee day

It's been about a year since my local Thai massage establishment opened, so I thought I would give it another go. I had not been offered a sexual service when I went there, but I'd been told that another woman works there too. I thought if I go there on a Friday or Saturday evening they might be busier with another woman there. On Saturday I phoned, and was asked what kind of massage I wanted. I said Thai massage, and the woman said in that case I would need to come in after 6, preferably 6.15.

When I went in, there was a very young girl behind reception. I thought she might be the owner's daughter, just helping out. There was a man sitting on one of the sofas, who I recognized from my previous visit and thought might be the owner's husband. I could see further away a man sitting on a chair with a girl doing something to his feet. She was young and pretty, I thought it would be nice if I could see her.

The owner, who had given me the massage last time, was nowhere to be seen. Another, younger, woman was there though. I was asked to sit on one of the sofas and she came and talked to me. She asked me several times if I would like a glass of water or Thai tea. I wasn't thirsty and I had no idea how long I would have to wait so I said no.

From the conversation I established that I was about to be massaged by the owner but that I would have to wait till the room was free and had been cleaned. This woman was not qualified to give a Thai massage so she couldn't give me the massage I'd asked for. I suggested to her, however, that I didn't really need to have a proper Thai massage, and that instead of waiting for the owner, she could provide it for me.

She agreed to this, and I went into the room with her. She was very talkative, and I established that she was a complete beginner when it came to massage. Her normal job is cleaning people's houses. I got the impression that she had asked the owner if she could come along and help out so that she could gain experience. Part of her job is to offer water or Thai tea to customer, which might be why she looked disappointed when I had declined her offers.

She gave me a very inexpert massage, but I enjoyed it and I enjoyed talking to her. I didn't bring up the question of a sexual service, but it came up anyway. I think she asked me where I'd been for massages before, and I'd said that I go into Liverpool. She must have wondered why I go to Liverpool when there's a Thai massage establishment on my doorstep. She said she knows why I go to Liverpool, it's because I like the 'Happy Ending'.

She said she knows what it is but they don't do it. It's a euphemism for the massage girl bringing her customer to orgasm using her hands (wanking him off). I said to her that I am enjoying her massage, and then added 'even without the hand relief'. She looked really puzzled. I said 'I thought you knew what it meant'. She explained that she had only found out about 'happy ending' a few days ago when someone had phoned and asked if they did it. She didn't know what it meant until she asked her colleagues. It hadn't occurred to me that she wasn't familiar with the other euphemism of 'hand relief'.

I said to her that I'm looking for a cleaner. She said she's not taking on more work. I suggested she might come to my flat and give me a massage there. She said there wouldn't be much point because she doesn't do the 'happy ending'. I left the place smelling strongly of tiger balm.

We'd been talking about Thai massage in the part of Merseyside where I live, and she mentioned another place that I'd never heard of. I thought I'd give it a go. While waiting in reception there was a big plasma TV on the wall showing Thai pop stars singing with scantily-clad girls dancing suggestively near him. Two big men who looked like rugby players came along the corridor. They don't look like they've come just for a straight massage, I thought to myself.

In the room I realized that this time it would be a very professional Thai massage. The woman found the knots of tight muscles in my back and started working on them. The best masseurs always find them. It can be quite painful when they work on them. She was quite talkative and wanted to know where I'd been for massage before. She said isn't there somewhere just near where I live and I told her about the amateur and her tiger balm. She said they only use tiger balm when they do deep tissue massage.

I told her about the places I've been to in Chester. The one in Brook Street and the other one with the steam room. When I told her I go to Liverpool she wanted to know about these places. I said there's one in Renshaw Street and 'I think men go there and not for the massage'. She said 'It's very unprofessional and it gives us a bad reputation'. So she knows what goes on doesn't approve. Just as well I didn't tell her about what happened to me when I went to Manchester last week.

I found a Chinese massage place in Manchester where I was asked at reception if I wanted a body-to-body massage. I said no, just hand relief. I asked if it would be her doing the massage. She said no, there were two girls there. She called them out, one at a time. They were both nice, and I chose Angela. I paid £40 for half an hour and went into the room with Angela. The room was clean and nice, the whole place was nice.

Angela started with massaging my back. She found the knots in my back so she's actually a proper masseur. When I turned over she started on my willy. I asked her if I could touch her. She asked where I wanted to touch her. I said I would like to touch her legs. She said it would be OK for me to touch her legs. I gradually moved my hand further up her leg and up her dress. I touched her bum and then put my fingers between the cheeks.

She lifted up her dress, then pulled down her pants. She wiggled her hips. She took off her pants then put one of her legs on the massage table so that I could see her pussy clearly.

I wanted to find out more about this place, Orange Spa in Swan Street. I went on to the ukpunting.com site and found a thread on it. All the contributors said they liked it, and one man said he'd seen a 'stunner' called Emily. So I've texted them to ask if there's an Emily working there and when she's available. If I can establish when she'll be there I'll book to see her for an hour.

my day trip to Manchester

I was getting fed up with the winter so I decided that March 1st is springtime now and I want to have an adventure. What better than getting away from all the familiar places and going somewhere far away. I decided to go to Manchester. On the bus into Liverpool the sun was shining and I saw some daffodils with fully open flowers so I felt optimistic.

When I got off the train at Manchester Oxford Road I got a coffee at Prêt a Manger and headed for Chinatown. I wanted to have a massage so I thought I would go to Red Moon where I went a couple of years ago. You have to go up a lot of steps and the only woman was older and unattractive but I did have a nice massage. She offered me extras but I decided not to.

Nearby is a brothel called Tropical Palms. Funny name for a brothel, more suitable for a Thai massage place? You have to go along a back street to get to the entrance. I was shown two women there, one looked Eastern European the other looked like a local drug addict. First impressions can be deceptive but I moved on.

Next up was Cosmopolitan just up the road in Portland Street. I asked the receptionist who was available. She gave me the names of three women. The third name was Dana but she wasn't sure if she was available right now. I said that I wanted to see Dana and I can come back a bit later if she's not free. I saw Dana twice in 2015 and she was definitely the prettiest.

Dana came into the room and the receptionist made a joke and said something like 'It's your boyfriend here'. Maybe she thought it unusual that I didn't ask to see the other women available, and that I was willing to come back later if Dana wasn't free. When I was in the room with Dana she didn't seem to accept that she's really pretty. I said she could be a movie star. I asked her if she had ever thought about being a model. She seemed to think it was a strange question.

I told her she looked Italian. She said so I don't think she looks like a Pakistani then? I said no. I thought she looked like the actress Eva Mendes, who I compared her to on this blog. Nobody seems to agree with me that she's something very special.

I know all the brothels in central Manchester but there's one I've never been able to find. It's called Cherry's. I've looked for it round the back of the street called Piccadilly. I thought I would try again. I saw the sign in a side street off Back Piccadilly and went in. If I remember correctly you go down stairs then you have to go through a few rooms to reception. There was a young woman standing there in a dressing gown but the receptionist said that only one woman was available and pointed to a black woman sitting there. She smiled at me but and she was quite nice looking but not nice enough. As I was leaving four men who looked like Somalis came down the stairs.

Next I went to a brothel in Great Ancoats Street called Piccadilly Club. I have been here a few times. Two girls were in reception and another two girls came into the room. They were all slender and looked like teenagers, waiting for me to choose one of them. I told the receptionist that these ones are a bit too young for me.

I went to Salon 24 Park St Manchester. I asked if Cat was there. The receptionist said that Cat doesn't work for them anymore. I was offered two women and I chose an Asian woman called Habiba. Habiba is of about average attractiveness but she is very friendly (a Lancashire lass) and I enjoyed my time with her. She let me put two fingers in her pussy. When I had asked Dana if I could put a finger in her pussy she said no even if it was in a condom. When I had asked Dana if she had a vibrator she thought it was an unusual request. Habiba wasn't like that though.

I could have got onto the train at Victoria station nearby but I wasn't ready to go home yet. I thought it would be good to have another look at Manchester's Red Light District. I realized that Passions of Great Ancoats Street was on my way to the Red Light District. Lounge 56 in Swan St was too, but that seemed to be closed. At Passions I was offered two women, one of them looked so young I thought she might be underage. The other one I found attractive.

When I asked the price, I was told £35. Piccadilly Club is also £35 for a half hour. That's half the price of the going rate in Liverpool. I had paid £40 for Dana and Habiba. £35 for half an hour with Bianca seemed a good idea. All of the women I saw wanted to put a condom on me and give me oral sex. I explained to each of them that it doesn't work for me, that what I want is to look at her pussy and play with myself to get an erection. I like to ask them what they have been getting up to with the previous customers that day. In each case I then got on top of them and started fucking them.

Bianca looks about 40 years old and although she's not skinny I think she's got a nice body. I don't normally go for blondes but there was something about her I liked. She was very friendly and spread her legs to let me look at her shaven pussy.

It didn't take me long to get to the Red Light District. I walked through St Andrew's Square but I didn't see the pretty Asian girl I saw before. I went to where I had seen the other women but didn't see anyone there at all. I hadn't wanted to do anything with them, just see what was going on. So I just wandered around the centre of Manchester till it got dark and I got back on the train at Oxford Road.

In Liverpool I noticed lots of homeless people with their sleeping bags in the streets. The men don't seem to mind too much but I noticed a woman who clearly wasn't happy. I felt sorry for her, I imagine she leads a traumatic life. When I decided to move from London to Liverpool a couple of years ago I had several offers of social housing. I was told by one housing officer that she had expected a few people to turn up but I was the only one who had and the flat was mine if I wanted it. I chose somewhere else. So it's not lack of social housing in Liverpool that's the problem. It must be drugs or mental illness that stops them from having a nice place to live.

2 flats in Ropewalks

I found out about a sex worker in a flat in the Ropewalks area of Liverpool. I have written about Ropewalks before. I wrote that there seems to be a few opportunities for paid-for sex in Ropewalks, whereas Liverpool generally doesn't have much available compared to Manchester. There are Thai and Chinese massage establishments where a basic sexual service is usually available, and one or two places where you can get full sex.

I found out about this flat on a discussion group. Someone said how much he likes Sakura. Sakura used to be a sleazy place on Seel Street, but now they have new premises off Duke Street that are much nicer. They are Chinese and they offer massage and 'extras'. I had been to the old Sakura, and I had got full sex there. I had more recently been to the new Sakura for a massage and was offered hand relief but I didn't fancy the girl so I declined the offer.

Someone else on the discussion group wrote that he doesn't know why anyone bothers with Sakura, there's a flat right next to it where you can get full sex from a Chinese girl. I was intrigued by this, I wondered if the flat is the same one that Maya worked from. Maya is a black woman who advertized in local newspapers and worked as an independent from a flat in the same block as Sakura. I had seen Maya twice and noticed that recently she hasn't had her ad in the papers.

The man put a link to the vivastreet ad for this Chinese girl. I looked at the ad. I had never used vivastreet before. There seem to be a lot of escorts advertizing on there. The girl's name is Lisa and the man on the discussion group gave the impression that she's a student. She charges £70 for a half hour. I thought I might give it a go so I copied the phone number. I phoned and asked if I could see her the next day at 3. She texted me the address.

I found the block of flats in Duke Street then phoned her. The number of the flat wasn't in the text. It went to voicemail so I left her a message. I also texted her and asked her to phone or text when she's available. I tried to phone her a couple of times more over the next couple of hours but with no success.

I thought I would go to a nearby Thai massage place for half an hour. Not Sakura, where you have to pay £30 for a half hour massage, unlike most places. I was hoping to see my favourite girl there. N. is the prettiest one. The last time I'd seen her she didn't seem to be wearing any make up but she was still pretty. She wasn't there though. The woman at reception said would I like two girls? I thought why not so I had a half hour massage with P. and A. I paid £40 for that. They asked me if I wanted hand relief so I paid another £40 for that. They took it in turns to wank me.

It was a pleasant experience but what I really wanted was to see a younger woman fully naked in a well lit room. That's why I wanted to see Lisa. I asked P. and A. about them removing clothes and they said they could go topless but that would be more money.

I was in Liverpool a few days later and I thought I would try the number again. She answered the phone and I said can I come now? I went straight round. She's a pretty smiley woman and she gave me a big hug. She looks as if she's in her late 20s rather than her early 20s and wasn't slender but I thought she was very nice. She took off her clothes and got onto the bed, opening her legs. I got onto the bed with her and looked at her pussy, which was very nice. She had some pubic hair, as Chinese women often do.

She smiled and giggled and laughed quite a lot. She let me put my finger in her pussy inside a condom and we had full sex together. Her English was OK but not that good, with a strong Chinese accent. I realized that she probably isn't going to be an independent like Maya (it wasn't the same flat or block as Maya's). She's probably not going to be there long, and might soon be replaced by another Chinese woman. I don't think there's much point trying to book to see these women.

A few days after I saw Lisa, I decided to go into Liverpool again. I had started looking at Liverpool escorts on vivastreet. There seemed to be so many. I had thought Liverpool had so little to offer but here were all these lovely girls. They had their photos there with their details. I copied the phone number of the prettiest, Sophia. She was so pretty, slender and young I thought this is too good to be true. I'm aware that not all the photos are genuine.

It seemed to be a good option to try one of these girls. The usual alternatives for me are massage establishments in Liverpool, seedy brothels in the Wirral where the women are often old, or going to Manchester. I could have tried to see Nicole again at the Thai brothel in the Wirral but she had insisted that it was in semi darkness, which is not what I wanted.

On Tuesday I phoned Sophia's number twice, but there was no reply. Yesterday I phoned again, half expecting no-one to answer. Sophia answered and said that I could come and see her that day. She said she wasn't prepared to give her address unless I was in Liverpool. I got onto the next bus to Liverpool. I tried to phone her again but there was no reply. I had told Sophia I wanted to see her about 4, and it was now just before 3.

My plan was to try to see Lisa again if I couldn't get to see Sophia. If it wasn't the girl in the photo I would leave. In the meantime I needed something to do so I thought I would go to Sakura for a massage. Someone on the discussion group said you can see them naked for not a lot of money. The woman I saw was B., and in the semi-darkness of the room I found her quite attractive. She has a black dress on, black stockings and black boots.

When she asked me if I wanted hand relief I said we only have10 minutes left and I won't be able to come in 10 minutes. I said that I could give her £10 and she could play with my cock but not worry about giving me an orgasm. She accepted and said that if I did come I would have to give her the usual £20. After a couple of minutes I got a strong erection but I didn't feel that I was going to come no matter how long she continued.

I asked her about other extras and she said she does body-to-body. So I could have seen her naked but I would have had to pay more money.

At the end of the 30 minutes I gave B. her extra £10, got dressed and went out. Then I tried to phone Sophia again. This time she answered. She told me to go to Consett Square in Ropewalks. Or that's what I thought she said. She had a strong Spanish or South American accent. I Googled 'Consett Square Liverpool' and it gave me info about Concert Square. I asked people where Concert Square is, I hadn't heard of it, though Google said it was at one end of Seel Street.

Seel Street has been named as the UK's fourth hippest street because of its bars, clubs and after-hours clubs.

I found Concert Street, and there was a square there, but there wasn't a sign saying Concert Square so I thought I'd better check and I asked a couple of men. They said it was. I phoned Sophia again and she said she would try and see me. I said I'm near the Australian bar. She said go down the road, no not that way, the other way, yes that's right. A taxi driver blew his horn because I'd crossed without looking. She said be careful.

I got to the door and with some difficulty got into the building, talking to Sophia all the time. She said come to the second floor in the lift. I did so then she came out her front door and along the corridor to open another security door. My first impression was that she's quite pretty, although she doesn't seem to be wearing makeup and she's in casual clothes. I tried to think is she the girl in the photo and I decided she could be but that she must have put on a lot of weight. She was plump but not obese.

I decided to stay and paid her the £70 for a half hour session. She's young and cute. I could believe she's a student. She said would I like a bit of a massage first so I said yes. She'd taken off her clothes. I asked her a few questions. She said she's from Spain, she's 22, and she's been in Liverpool a few months (the vivastreet ad said she would only be in Liverpool one week). I said her photo is really fantastic, and she replied that it is her but that she's probably put on 5 kilos.

I told her I wanted to look at her pussy so she lay on the bed and opened her legs. I asked if I could turn the light on. She didn't mind that at all. I got an erection, we put a condom on and I got on top of her. That wasn't really working for me though and she said would I like a hand job. That was quite nice but then I thought I would do it myself.

I looked at Sophia to try to make myself more aroused. Then I lay back on the bed and imagined Sophia on a Friday or Saturday night when men would be shagging her after visiting bars and clubs in the area. I imagined that I was on holiday in Spain or somewhere and I'd picked up Sophia and taken her home and was shagging her without a condom and she was loving it and moaning. I brought myself to orgasm.

It sounds strange that when I was on top of this lovely young woman shagging her it wasn't doing it for me, but when I was wanking myself imagining shagging her it was. It's funny how the mind works. When I got home I looked at the photo from the vivastreet ad again. I looked at her face carefully and I decided it wasn't the girl I had just been with. It was still a lovely experience.

I did a Google picture search using Sophia's photo, which didn't come up with anything, then I did a picture search with TinEye which shows that other escorts are using this photo. So it's definitely not her.

bad things I have been doing since last time

I have done two bad things since my last post. I went back to the place in Chester were I had enjoyed their steam room and had a massage. I hadn't been offered anything sexual there but I suspected that if I went back late on a Friday or Saturday I might be. One Friday at about 6 pm I was in Chester so I went in and asked if they could fit me in for a massage. I hadn't booked. A young Thai woman said she would massage me.

She was attractive and slender. We were talking and I told her that I'd had a massage there before. Towards the end of the massage she asked me if the other girl who had massaged me gave me a better massage than she was doing. I said that it was different. She asked in what way. I said that I don't know if I should say. I said do you know what hand relief is?

I hadn't had hand relief there so I was saying something untrue. I thought that she would say something like "That's a bit naughty, I don't do that" or "If the management found out they would be angry, but I won't say anything" or better "I can do that for you". But she's apparently part of the management and has a supervisory role with the other girls. She seemed surprised and angry.

She said "An English girl?" and "She did that to you?" several times. She said she's very strict about things like that. She wanted to identify the girl. Of course I should have said that I was wrong, but I'm not sure she would have believed me. She might have thought I was trying to protect her. I felt guilty after I left so I sent them an email where I said I'd made a mistake, I was confusing two different places that I'd been to in Chester at about the same time. I didn't want to get a girl into trouble for something she hadn't done.

The other bad thing that I have done is to go to Manchester again. I haven't been to Manchester for a day trip this year. Last year I made several day trips to Manchester, there is so much choice and it's cheaper. I'm trying to save money so I've kept away. I don't enjoy the journey there and back on buses and trains.

Recently I was on a train from Newcastle to Liverpool. I realized that I could get off the train in Manchester, go to a brothel, and get back on the train an hour later. I wouldn't have to pay any more money for the train fare. The train stopped at Manchester Victoria station and I knew there was the brothel Salon 24 not too far away in Park Street. I thought I could probably find my way back there although I'd only been there twice before last year.

When I got there I was told that there were three women there but only two available right then. I was shown both of them and I chose a big black woman called Zara. As I was going up the stairs the maid was talking on the phone to someone and mentioned that Cat is there today. I had seen Cat last year and I thought that she was the best I'd seen all year. I said to the maid that I'd seen Cat and I liked her. She said Cat's not available and I decided to go with Zara and not wait for Cat to become available.

Zara was lovely. She was friendly so she put me at ease. She's not as young slender or pretty as Cat but I had a good time with her. I said I wanted to see her pussy so she lay back on the bed and opened her legs. She played with herself and I could soon see that she's a bit of a nymphomaniac. She was wanking herself and ignoring me. I got an erection and I said we can put a condom on and try to have sex. I got on top of her but before too long I lost my erection as so often happens with me.

I asked her how she felt about men putting their fingers inside her and she said she's fine with that. I gently inserted fingers inside her and she played with her clitoris. It got quite frantic and I think she had an orgasm. She has a very dark skin and a West Indian accent. Meanwhile I was wanking myself with my other hand and I had an orgasm. She had told me that a couple of men had come on her that day.

I have been to Salon 24 three times now and each time I have had an orgasm. I don't always have one when I visit a brothel or a massage establishment, which is another reason why I don't want to spend that much money on it these days. It only cost £40 for my half an hour with Zara, and I made the next train to Liverpool an hour after I had got off at Manchester Victoria.

fun with Thai women 2

There weren't any Thai massage places in the part of Merseyside where I live, but last month I noticed that one had opened. I thought of course I will have to go. It's nicely decorated, with lots of elephant images. In the room I asked if I should take everything off and she said yes. This, and the fact that she started massaging my bottom after my feet and legs, made me feel I would be offered some kind of sexual service. I wasn't offered anything though and I decided not to ask because she looked quite serious and professional. It was a good one hour massage, with hot towels towards the end.

It's just as well I didn't ask for anything sexual. When I put my clothes on and came out the room there was a man there who hadn't been there before. He didn't introduce himself but he started chatting to me in a friendly way when I was drinking the Thai tea I had been given. I can only assume he was her husband.

Afterwards I felt a bit frustrated so I went to the Thai brothel in Rock Ferry. The first woman I was shown wasn't attractive. I thought I would probably have to leave without having any sex, which is what happened the last time I was there. But then I was shown Nicole. She smiled at me and I though she was delightful. She was wearing ordinary clothes as if she had just come in from the street, which added to the attraction for me.

I paid my £60 then took off my clothes and lay on the bed. Nicole came in wearing very sexy clothes including stockings. She wanted to massage me first and I let her but soon I turned over. I wanted to look at her. I asked her if we could have more light, we were in semi darkness. She wouldn't allow it though. We did different things, my abiding memory is of her with her legs up in the air showing me her pussy, and I had a nice time with her.

On the website someone called santos.23 said that he'd been to a Thai massage place in central Liverpool and seen a girl called J. He said that she had let him touch her breasts and pussy without him having to pay more money for that. He said that she's good looking and in her mid 20s. I phoned the place, asked if J. was there, and booked to see her at 6 pm that day. She was indeed good looking and looked in her mid 20s.

The massage was nice. I was offered hand relief for an extra £20. While she was wanking me she knelt on the bed beside me. I put my hand on her bottom above her clothes. She was wearing black pants. I moved my hand to her pussy and had a feel, my hand still above her clothes. Looking at the clock I could see that it was 6.25 pm. I had paid for a half hour massage. I said to her that I would like to have another half hour. She said she could check to see if that was possible. I gave her another two £10 notes. I had already paid £20 for the massage and another £20 for the hand relief.

Before I had gone there I had been to the cash machine and taken out £80. While J. was out of the room I took the final two £10 notes out of my wallet and put them on the bed. She came back in and said I could have another half hour. I showed her the two notes and asked her what else I could have for the money. She asked what I wanted and I said can she take her clothes off? She said that she'll either take her top off, or everything below the waist. I said I'd like her to take off everything below the waist.

She took off her black pants and came towards me to resume the massage. I said can you take your knickers off too? She did that, and then decided she wanted to make sure the door was locked. It wasn't easy to lock the door and it took a few seconds to do that. It was a lovely sight to watch this tall slim girl with almond eyes naked from the waist down wearing nothing but a t-shirt struggling with the door knob. I say 'girl' but she was in fact older than she looked. As with N. she asked me to guess how old she is, I said 20s and she said 30s.

J. knelt down on the bed next to me again. I put my hand on her bottom. She didn't seem to mind this, but when I moved my fingers towards her pussy she said she didn't want that. Later I moved my finger next to her bum hole but she said she didn't want that either. After wanking me for a while I asked her to lie down on the bed. I half expected her to say she didn't want that, and she did look a bit dubious. She asked me what for. I said so that I can look at her.

She lay down on her tummy and I knelt below her. Her legs were apart and I could see her pussy as well as her bum. I started wanking myself and took a small towel nearby to place on the bed so that if I came it wouldn't go on the sheet. Then I got up to try to turn the light up so that I could see her better. I couldn't do it though, I couldn't work out how it works. She got up and did it for me.

J. got back onto the bed in the same position as before. That was very nice but I asked her to turn over. She did so and lay on her back with her legs quite wide apart. One of her feet was next to me and I put the towel on her lower leg. I started wanking myself again. She put her hand between her legs and stroked her pussy, opening the labia so that I could see the opening of the vagina. I came on the towel. She seemed quite happy about what had happened gave me a hug before I left.

fun with Thai women 1

I've been having a lot of fun with Thai women over the last three months. I've been looking at a website to get ideas of where I can go. Not PunterNet, but similar to PunterNet. I've seen different Thai women using information from this site, and I also found another one by myself.

In May a man called Elmo gave a link to a Thai massage place in Southport and this:-

I've been before and no extras were offered, however, tonight I got a cracking massage off possibly the prettiest Thai girl I've seen with a cracking body. Happy ending on offer and it would have been rude to say no! All in for £40.

When I read "possibly the prettiest Thai girl I've seen with a cracking body" I thought of course I will have to go. I sent a message to him and asked the name of the girl. He replied that her name is either Jay or Jade. I phone the establishment and asked if they had anyone called Jay or Jade. They said no. I contacted Elmo again but his reply was a bit confusing. It looked as if there were only three Thai massage places in the centre of Southport so I thought the easiest way to solve the problem is to phone the other two places. The first one said they didn't have anyone called Jay or Jade. The second one said they did, so I booked to see her later that day.

I got the train from Liverpool to Southport but there was a rail replacement service for part of the journey. By the time I got to the massage place I was a quarter of an hour late. The woman I was booked to see didn't look young or pretty, and also I thought she looked a bit like a ladyboy. In the room I asked her what her name is and instead of replying directly she went out of the room to reception. When she came back she said she is Jay. It could have been that she wanted to make sure she was the person I'd booked to see, or it could be they weren't truthful when they said they had someone of that name, they just wanted customers.

So I had the massage, it seemed rude not to seeing that I'd booked. I didn't want to have any extras though. It did occur to me that Elmo might have been trying to send men to see a ladyboy, for his own amusement, but I think it's more likely that her name wasn't Jay or Jade at all.

Later in May someone called Bronn said he'd been to a place in Liverpool and seen a Thai woman called N. (I won't say the place or use her name because she wouldn't like it). He wrote "A new girl called N.- naturally good looking Thai girl, petite with a nice smile. Just my type". He said that she'd only been in the country for a few days. He asked her for body-to-body massage but she said she didn't know how to do that. She gave oral sex to him for £30, without a condom.

I decided I wanted to go and see her. It's not one of the establishments in central Liverpool, but it's not difficult to get there. I had been there before. When I saw N. I thought she was beautiful. She wanted to know why I had booked to see her specifically. She was puzzled why so many people are asking for her, when she's only been here a few days. I didn't want to tell her that men are discussing her on the internet, so when she asked how I got her name I said my friend had told me about her. She wanted to know his name, so I said 'John'.

N. asked me if I wanted a shower before we began. I said no because I'd had one before I came out. Then I remembered my theory that if you accept the offer of a shower then you're more likely to get oral sex without a condom. So I had a quick shower.

I think she's really beautiful. She's small and looks young. She refused to accept that she's pretty, and she told me her real age. I thought she was about 20 but she's considerably older than that. Towards the end of the massage she asked if I wanted anything else. I started talking about extras and made hand movements suggesting handjob. She was willing to do this, but then I made movements suggesting blowjob.

She said she doesn't do that. Several times she said that she doesn't have sex. I told her that my friend had told me he had oral with her. Then without admitting she does oral she asked me how much I would be willing to pay for that. I said £40. She said no. Later she asked me again. I said £50 and she accepted but I had to give her the money there and then.

She started off using her hands to try to give me an erection. When that didn't work she used her mouth. When I got an erection she started using her hands again. I said "suck it now". She did but then stopped, giggling, saying she didn't want cum in her mouth. But I did get her to suck it again.

She asked how much I paid the other girl who I had seen there. I said it was so long ago I couldn't remember. She insisted so I said £40. In fact I had seen L. there a couple of weeks before and she was very nice but only did handjobs. So it seems N. had no idea what her colleagues do or how much they charge.

I went to see N. again the next week. I could have had the same but it's a lot of money for a blowjob which wasn't even a good blowjob. So I asked her to take off her clothes. She was only willing to take off her top though. She let me feel her breasts and we had a hug.

This month I have seen more Thai women but I can tell you about them in my next post.

book review: My Name is Angel by Rhea Coombs

This is the autobiography of Rhea Coombs who was for some time a street girl in South London. I wanted to read it because some of the places that she writes about are familiar to me. She used to ply her trade in New Park Road near to Brixton Hill. What she wrote has filled in a few gaps in my understanding of what went on, including what it is like in a hostel for drug addict girls and what it is like inside a crack house

Rhea tells us about her childhood. Her mother was a hippy and they moved around a lot. It wasn't an unhappy childhood but she didn't have a stable home life. From early teens she lived with men who were abusive. The third one seems to have been a violent psychopath who harmed not only her but also her son.

She liked to go to raves and took speed and ecstasy. When crack cocaine became available, she and her friends tried it. She worked for a while in Soho in one of the clip joints. These are places which I hope don't exist any more where men are fleeced often for hundreds of pounds.

She writes of her relationship with an Indian man from a privileged background who worked in the clip joint threatening tourists if they didn't pay exorbitant amounts of money for overpriced drinks. She said she met him years later in a hostel when he was ravaged by crack and heroin. Later she worked for Nigerian fraudsters using stolen cheque books.

Rhea lived in a hostel for some time. I think this could be St Mungo's in Clapham. It couldn't help her at all with her problems. She doesn't mention Tooting Bec Common, but she does say she went to Clapham Common at night to pick up men, often taking them back to her crack house.

As a crack addict she avoided crack houses to begin with but ended up helping to run one. She details the selfish lives of the visitors. One of them took up residence uninvited in her flat and only left when threatened by her ex-partner. The ex-partner could then see how she lived and decided he would look after her children. Addicts might begin with smoking heroin, would progress to injecting it into their arms (Rhea details the procedure for both crack and heroin), and then inject into the groin when they ran out of functioning veins. Often they have to have legs removed because of abscesses. Other health problems include heart attacks, strokes, pneumonia, hepatitis and HIV.

This is the only place apart from Sebastian Horsley's autobiography where you are told what it feels like to take crack and heroin. Eventually she comes across Spires, gets off drugs, gets her children back, and starts working as a drugs counsellor for Spires.

Rhea charts her descent into deep drug addiction. Cannabis was the start, then speed and ecstasy. Millions of people will have done this and not gone on to addiction. She starts using 'base speed', which I had never heard of. It comes as a paste and is 10 times stronger than ordinary speed. .

Her first experience of crack.

To those who have no wish to be chemically altered it's difficult to describe just what it is about the sudden euphoric rush, the sense of absolute confidence in your own invincibility and the (very) temporary filtering out of painful problems that crack offers. Wise people lead even, tranquil lives and decide to forgo that moment of euphoria because they understand only too well the jittery paranoia which trails in its wake, the compulsive picking off of invisible blemishes on the skin, the maddening imprint on the brain of the first joyful experience, which is never quite repeated. That taste which lingers deep in the DNA can literally drive users crazy when they can'd get their hands on more.

Her first experience of heroin.

The first time I tried heroin my whole body was suffused with a peaceful glow. I could taste it first of all on my tongue, then all my tastebuds woke up to it, swiftly followed by a warm rush through my veins - liquid safety. Nothing could puncture my bubble of protection once the drug took hold. It gave me a lightness and a heaviness of being, all rolled into one. I could feel my troubles being rinsed away, I had a sensation of being bathed in holy water. My pain was cured (for a while).

Her experience of 'speedballing'.

I developed my own rituals within rituals and soon learnt how to speedball - injecting crack and heroin together. Speedballing is the most dangerous way of all to take illicit drugs. I started off by smoking a small hors d'oeuvres rock of crack followed by a speedball main course, and finally a heroin-only dessert, after which I slumped into a syrupy sleep. I had got to the point where I couldn't bear to use crack without heroin or heroin without crack. Only that specific, intense blend would do.

It's not just her own descent that she charts.

Not everyone fitted the stereotype of estate dweller with few prospects. One beautiful young woman, whose accent sounded to me exactly like the Queen's, began, timidly at first, to frequent crack houses. She had expensively high-lighted shoulder-length blonde hair and designer clothes. By the time I met her I was a very experienced visitor to crack houses. With a group of other people, I offered to score her some crack to protect her from the volatility of the crack house she was about to enter. 

'The dealer in theat house is quite heavy,' I warned her. 'Would you like me to go and score for you? I'll meet you back here on the edge of the estate in fifteen minutes.' 

Gratefully she pressed £100 into my hands. To my eternal shame I headed straight for another crack house and spent her money on drugs for myself and the group of people I was with. I occasionally see her selling sex on the streets of south London. Her looks are beginning to go and she's lost a couple of teeth. Crack is a great leveller.