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.

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.

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.

I kissed a girl and I liked it

On Friday last week I decided to see Natalie and get my snog. I got there about 11.30 am when I thought they would just be opening and went up the stairs. The maid opened to door to me and invited me in, saying I wouldn't have to wait long. I hesitated. I wasn't the first customer of the day as I had hoped. I decided to go and see Nellie instead.

Nellie was in the flat above Natalie. I had seen Nellie once before and was impressed. Nellie showed me her list of services and prices. I opted for oral sex and fucking. This was the cheapest service but I noticed it was now £25 instead of the £20 that I had been expecting.

I took off my clothes and lay on the bed. Nellie had undressed and she got onto the bed with me. She put a condom onto my cock and started sucking away. When I was erect she got on top of me, inserted my cock inside her and moved up and down. At some point she started kissing me on the mouth. This was a surprise to me. Prostitutes in Soho don't usually allow kissing - it's not on offer - but here she was kissing me and not even asking for an extra £10.

I wanted to see how far I could go, so I kissed her more and more intimately until I had my tongue in her mouth. Once or twice I put one of my hands at the back of her head and pulled her head towards me and thrust my tongue deep in her mouth and waggled it around. She positioned herself so that I could get on top of her and I started fucking her. After a while I got off her so that I could see her face again and kiss her some more. I did this for a while as we lay side by side and then there was a knock on the door and my time was up.

The snogging made it a different experience for me. Nellie is a pretty 20 year old, the sort of girl any man in his 20s would be delighted to spend time with. This was sex as it should be, spontaneous and intimate. As I was walking around Soho I occasionally caught the scent of her perfume on me which added to my happy feelings.

I had something to eat in Soho and then I went into an internet cafe. I was looking on the PunterNet forum at the Soho Walk-Up thread and they mentioned a woman called Angela of Peter Street. She seemed interesting so I decided to see if I could find her. She is described as a 'fab looking horny filthy talking porn star lookalike'. I went to Peter Street but none of the flats had the names of the women outside the door.

I went to the top floor of one and as I was going up the stairs I could hear music which got louder and louder. At the top of the stairs I saw a doorway with a metal gate. This is unusual. A woman in her underwear came to the gate and asked if I wanted sex. I asked her what her name is. She said 'Jenna'. I didn't want to ask her if she was Angela because she might say yes even if she wasn't.

So I went to the flat below. This time it was a blonde, but another Eastern European. When I asked her her name she didn't want to say, but just asked me if I wanted sex. I said "I'm looking for Angela" but she just shook her head. I didn't want to ask at the other flats in Peter Street, there are six of them, so I went to see Amy in Greek Street instead.

I have been to see Amy many times before. I handed over my £20 and took off my clothes. I said "Can we do some oral without today?". I was surprised when she said no. I said "Last time we did some oral without". She has sucked my willy without a condom many times. But she denied ever having done that. She said she has never done oral sex without a condom.

I didn't want to disagree with her because that would have created a bad atmosphere. If she had said "Oh, yes. I used to do that but I don't do it anymore" I would have understood and accepted it. But it is very curious that she should deny ever having done it.

She gave me a hand job and it was when we started talking about what she did with her customers that I got really horny. She said she thought that I would like to watch her when she was having sex. I told her yes I really would.

Later I thought about why she might have denied ever having done oral sex without a condom. I think many of them are willing to do certain things for regular customers but at their discretion. Oral sex without a condom, fingering, kissing. They don't want everybody to ask for it and expect it for no extra charge.

On the Soho Walk-Up thread they have recently mentioned Ritzy and her 'special'. When I was with Ritzy some time ago she intimated that she did things for her regular customers. I think she said she would let me come in her mouth. I seem to remember I had some oral sex without a condom. I have fingered her a few times, and once had a bit of a snog.

It's a pity that Amy isn't going to give me oral sex without anymore. I was hoping to play 'mermaids' with her. This is a game that I invented based on a porn video I saw. If you can imagine an indoor swimming pool at night. A number of women are swimming naked in the pool. A larger number of men are sitting on the edge of the pool with their feet in the water. Each woman swims over to a man and sucks him off. She does the same to another man, then another. They are obviously enjoying themselves. I wish I knew where this was filmed, and if I could go to a place like this.

I imagined myself sitting on the edge of the bed in Amy's flat, with her kneeling on the floor in front of me. She would be wanking me with the end of my cock in her mouth.

This morning I went to see Nellie again. I wanted to snog her and finger her. I told her to lie on the bed and I lay next to her. I started touching her, but when I tried to kiss her she told me that it would cost and extra £10. I told her that last time I hadn't had to pay extra, but she wanted me to pay. I gave her a really good snog and she didn't hold back. I played with her clit, then got one finger inside her. I got two fingers up inside her and I also fucked her for a while.

While I had been waiting with the maid, she told me they open at 10 am, and close at 10 pm. I thought they had opened about mid-day; I think most places do.

This afternoon I went to see Natalie. I paid £25 plus an extra tenner for the kissing. She seemed in a good mood and as soon as she got on the bed with me she gave me a good snog, pushing her tongue into my mouth. She put a condom on my cock and enthusiastically sucked away. Then she wanted me to get on top of her. As I was fucking her I was looking in the mirror and watching us. I got off her because I wanted to snog and finger her. The snogging was good, but when I tried to put a finger in her vagina I didn't get further than the end of my finger. She was happy for me to play with her clit but she didn't want my finger inside her.

It was a good experience because she was in such a good mood and really friendly. When I was putting my clothes back on she started dancing and telling me about the dance classes she had been to and how it had been such great fun. I wanted to watch her dancing. As I left she gave me a big kiss on the mouth. Normally I don't like loud music playing when I'm with a woman but this music was very exciting.

Who knows maybe I'll get glandular fever now. Years ago I asked a prostitute called Yasmin in Anerley if she did kissing. She seemed quite apologetic and said she used to but then got glandular fever. She didn't realize that you can't get it more than once. If you get glandular fever you get immunity to it, so there was no reason for her to stop doing it.

NOTE: I have since found out that the music that Natalie was playing was S&M by Rihanna. I think that this is the most thrilling music I have heard for a long time.

Ross Kemp on trafficking

Last night on Sky 1 there was a documentary about human trafficking. I didn't see it but yesterday I read the article in the Mirror newspaper. Before I read it I thought it was going to be the usual sensationalist rubbish but in fact it was more reasoned than most.

He wrote that we don't know how many people have been trafficked into the UK illegally. He didn't use false statistics as have so many commentators on the issue. He didn't condemn men who pay for sex, as long as it is consensual. He wrote about other forms of trafficking apart from sex trafficking. There were a few paragraphs about Vietnamese teenagers locked into marijuana factories. There was a mention of domestic servitude.

Farmers come in for some criticism "There are a lot of farmers out there, as well as others in the agricultural sector, who need to take a good, hard look at themselves and the things that they do." A bit harsh on farmers, you might think, but if you have read about exploitation of workers in the agricultural sector he has a point.

Most people think that Eastern European farm workers in the UK have a 9 to 5 job. If your read what Felicity Lawrence has found out about it, you find that they might have to work 12 hours one day and then not get any work for the next 3 days. And they have to pay rent on substandard shared accommodation whether they are given work or not. That's not the worst of it - read Felicity Lawrence.

Ross mentions the Chinese cockle pickers who died in Morecambe Bay in 2004. At least 21 people died. They had all been trafficked. "Some bosses believe they can't afford to employ someone legitimately - so they employ them illegally."

I have written in previous posts that I suspect that in some communities in the UK such as the West African community prostitution can be underground. This is an important point because some radical feminists believe that prostitution cannot be driven underground, by banning it or banning advertisement of it.

It can never be truly underground they say because if punters can find prostitutes then so can the police and outreach workers. As I said this is not true of drug dealing so why would it be true of prostitution. Drug addicts can find drug dealers but the police find it more difficult.

Ross seems to understand this. "Language and cultural barriers make it very difficult to get inside many communities, particularly those from Nigeria, China and south east Asia." It suspect that in some communities prostitution is not advertised but spread by word of mouth.

The one thing I do think is incorrect about Ross's article is when he says "Some of the girls have sex with 40 men in a day, sometimes more". From what I know of prostitution, brothels just don't have that many customers, especially since the recession. The busiest prostitutes in the UK would be the ones in Soho. They might have 20 customers a day if they're busy, probably double the number of ones in suburban brothels.

Trafficking and coercion do happen, in the sex industry and in other industries. It happens with children, teenagers and adults, as Ross says. In the sex industry coercion is infrequent with adults, even less frequent with teenagers, and happens hardly at all with children. That doesn't mean we should be complacent. We should strive to eliminate coercion. However, trying to criminalize punters would be as stupid as trying to criminalize people who want to eat cockles.

You might not think that a soap opera actor would not make a good journalist. However, he seems to make a better journalist than some professional journalists like Kirsty Whalley. She has a hidden agenda; she wants to ban prostitution and is using false statistics and the issue of trafficking to try to attain that goal.

Nellie and Elena

Tuesday last week I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to go and see Natalie in Lisle Street and pay her an extra £10 so that I could kiss her. I have never kissed a woman as beautiful as her, so it would be a new and memorable experience. I was hoping that I could get a good snog and get my tongue in her mouth.

It's rare for Soho prostitutes to offer kissing as an extra service. Some of them have a little sign up saying don't ask for kissing because they never do it. The last time I saw Natalie she told me that I could for and extra tenner.

I got to Lisle Street just after midday about the time when they open. I wanted to be the first customer of the day, so that some other bloke hadn't snogged her just before me. She wasn't there though. It would have been a good idea if I had checked the Soho Walk Ups page, which is not always accurate but gives a good indication of what days the women do. I could see that Nellie was on the top floor, and I wondered if this was the same Nellie that I had caught a glimpse of once in the doorway of a flat round the corner in Wardour/Whitcomb Street.

So I went and had a coffee and something to eat, and then I looked around to see who was available that I knew of. I didn't fancy seeing someone that I hadn't seen before, or someone who wasn't recommended. Last time I did that I saw Lisa and it was a waste of money.

I looked in Little Newport Street and saw that it was an oriental woman available that day. At this flat they don't usually put the name of the woman just a brief description. If it had said a blonde woman then I would have known it was Vicky, who I have not seen before but is well recommended. I knew it wasn't Lucy's day so I thought it would probably be Nina. Nina is OK but I didn't really want to see her again.

I looked in Greek Street and D'Arblay Street. If Amy, Ivy or Sabrina were available I would have seen one of them. None of these women are tall and slender or beautiful but I have enjoyed my time with them. I have seen Amy and Ivy many times, and I saw Sabrina recently too.

I remembered that on the Soho Walk Ups page it said that Polish Mimi is at Green's Court on Tuesdays. However, in this case it is inaccurate. Or maybe she just wasn't there that day. I haven't seen Mimi for ages so I suspect she is no longer there. I haven't seen Ritzy for a long time either, although according to the Soho Walk Ups page she is at Old Compton Street sometimes.

I have seen Ritzy at Green's Court before and Old Compton Street too. Often the same women turn up at both these places. The same with D'Arblay Street and Greek Street.

When I got to Old Compton Street I saw that Sandy was in one of the flats. In the other flat was someone whose name I didn't recognize. This other flat had been closed for a while, which is surprising when you consider how valuable a flat like that would be, on the corner of Old Compton Street and Charing Cross Road. Some say there is a ghost there.

I have seen Sandy many times, starting years ago when she was in Blore Court off Berwick Street. I went to her door, hoping that it would be answered by the young pretty maid that I had seen a couple of times. It would have been nice if I'd had to sit and wait with this maid until Sandy was ready. I would have liked to get a good look at her. However, it was an older woman who opened the door. The maids are nearly always middle aged or elderly.

Sandy wasn't her normal happy chatty self that day. On the Soho Walk-Up thread on the PunterNet forum somebody said she can be like this sometimes. At first I thought maybe she wasn't pleased to see me. She said she remembered me, even though I had not seen her for five months. Now I realize she must have just been having a bad day that day. I decided not to try and put my finger in her pussy, although on previous occasions she hasn't minded me doing that.

After my less than satisfying experience with Sandy I wanted to see someone else, but who to see? I went up the spiral staircase at the flats in Wardour/Whitcomb Street. I saw there was a woman called Mary at one of them. I wondered if this was the Italian woman Mary who I had seen before at Green's Court. She had been really nice, and when I parted from her I said "Ciao Bella!". This means 'Good-bye (or hello), Beautiful!'. She had replied to me "Ciao Bellissimo!", which means 'Good-bye, most Beautiful!'.

The woman who answered the door didn't look like the Mary I had seen, not unless she had become a lot more glamorous. This woman was very attractive, standing there in her underwear, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to go with her. She showed me her price list and asked me what I wanted. I said I wasn't sure. I said I would think about it and come back later.

I went round the corner to 2 Lisle Street and Nellie. She is a very pretty young woman with a lovely smile. I'm not sure if she is the same woman I caught a glimpse of when she opened the door to several young men at the top of the spiral staircase. Next time I see Nellie I shall ask her if she has worked round the corner in Wardour/Whitcomb Street.

When I had taken my clothes off she came into the room, smiling, and stood up close to me. She is of medium height and has black slightly curly hair. We got on the bed and she played with my willy while I put my hands between her legs. I was wondering how far I could go, but she didn't seem to mind me putting my finger inside her pussy. Towards the end of my ten minutes I asked if I could see her pussy. She went onto her hands and knees on the bed, with her bottom sticking up in the air. I pushed my index finger into her pussy and moved it around and she acted as if she was enjoying it.

While I was putting my clothes back on I asked Nellie if she liked London. I asked her where she has gone in London and she said "Arsenal" and smiled. I said "You like football?". Her English wasn't that good. She told me she is Hungarian.

This was a very pleasant experience for me. She had given me an erection, but the ten minutes had not been long enough for me to come. I decided I wanted to see another woman. There are 3 places in Greek Street and I have been to 2 of them. I decided to try the third of these. What has put me off in the past is that it is quite a grotty looking place, but then again so are all of the places in Lisle Street. Also I read in a newspaper report that there is somewhere in Greek Street that they call 'the slaughter house' because it has a succession of abused Eastern European women working there. I knew it couldn't be the 2 places that I had been to so I thought it might be here. Now I realize that newspapers just make up a lot of stuff.

A lot of people will say that of course the women in these places will be smiling and willing to oblige, because if they don't they will get beaten up by their pimp. This is another fabrication. There aren't any men around. The only people who are exploiting them are the property owners who take hundreds of pounds a day from each flat. The owners of these flats are not foreign criminals but respectable business people.

The door was opened by a smiling young woman who invited me in. I glimpsed a black and white cat and I asked her what his name is. She said "Jasper". I have seen this cat a few times before because sometimes he comes down the stairs and sits in the doorway. I have taken photographs of him.

She showed me into the bedroom which seemed quite pleasant. There was a big TV close to the bed and a porn DVD was showing. As she was asking me what I would like from her I was glancing at what was happening on the DVD. I opted for a hand job. Elena is short and has black hair, and she has a lovely smile like Nellie. When she was wanking me I asked her if I could see her pussy and she stood above me while I held her pussy open. I was a lot of fun.

When I was putting my clothes back on I told her that lots of people have taken photographs of Jasper because he comes and sits in the doorway sometimes. People from around the world have seen his photograph, but they think his name is Coco.

Some people look for him when they walk along Greek Street, hoping to see him. They are likely to be disappointed, though, because he doesn't often come down. However, if you go up the stairs and ask the woman there if you can see her pussy, she will be happy to let you take a look.

Lucy and Lisa

I was walking along Newport Court in Chinatown yesterday and I saw a Chinese girl that I have noticed before in one of the Chinese medical places. She is prettier and taller than the other girls. You can see them through the window. I wanted to have a massage so I thought I would see if I could have one from her. I thought that I probably wasn't going to get a 'happy ending' but I would just enjoy the massage. Some of these girls will masturbate a man to orgasm - a happy ending - but most don't.

I went to the door and looked at their leaflets. One of the other girls came to the door and invited me in. She asked me if I was interested in a massage and I said yes. Then I pointed to the girl that I wanted. She told me that this girl was not available because she had appointments. I didn't want to have a massage from the girl I was talking to so I said that I needed to go to a cashpoint and I left.

I decided to go to nearby Little Newport Street to see if Nicky was at the walk up there. I have seen two oriental women at this walk up, Nina and Nicky. Nina is OK, but I liked Nicky better. At the doorway I could see from the sign that today an oriental woman was there, but there wasn't a name. There is only one flat here, unlike most walk ups where there are two. Sometimes it is a blonde woman called Vicky. Vicky is well recommended but I haven't seen her yet.

I decided to go up the stairs and ask who it is today. The maid told me it is Lucy, who I had not seen before. When I saw Lucy I wanted to stay. Lucy has a very pretty face. She told me that I could have sex or oral sex for £25, or something more for more money. I told her I just wanted oral. I took of my clothes and lay on the bed. I asked her if she was going to take off her clothes.

She is short, with a very thin body and hardly any breasts at all. This didn't bother me at all, although I suppose it would put a lot of men off. Most men who choose oriental women aren't looking for tallness or big breasts. She comes from the Philippines and is very friendly and easy to get on with. Her English is very good.

Later when I was walking past 8 Greek Street I noticed that the two women there that day were Amy and Lisa. Lisa is new there. There is also another new woman at 8 Greek Street called Sabrina, who is Spanish. I walked up the stairs and rang the doorbell to Lisa's flat. The elderly French maid beckoned me in and asked me to sit in a chair in the kitchen. She sat with me and talked to me. I asked her if she is Josette, who I have heard about, but she isn't. She asked me if I wanted a cup of tea.

I had to wait a while to see Lisa, and when I did see her I wasn't attracted to her at all. She is tall and has quite a nice body, but she's not pretty. I could have backed out of it, but I had spent time sitting with the maid drinking tea and I didn't want to be labelled as a time waster. 8 Greek Street is a favourite place for me, somewhere I wanted to return to in the future to see Amy and Ivy.

There are men who are time wasters and cause problems for the women. Amy explained it to me when I went to see her late last year. When my session with Amy was over I said "I don't suppose you remember what happened the last time I came to see you". I told her that she had thought I was somebody else and didn't want me there. She said that they get a lot of men who come to the flat and ask lots of questions and take up time but don't stay. Sandy has said the same thing to me.

Lisa asked me what I would like to do with her. I said I would like to spend 10 minutes with her for £20. She asked me why I didn't want to spend more time with her. I said I only wanted 10 minutes. I gave her a £20 note and because I didn't have any change I gave her another £20 note asking her to take the maid's £2 tip out of that and give me the change. She said that I should give her £30 instead of £20 and she would give me special treatment. I don't know why I agreed but I did, it's not a lot of money and I was willing to give her a chance.

I asked her if she did oral sex without a condom. She said that sometimes she did. I said I would like that, and she gave my willy a quick wash in the little sink. There was a porn DVD playing, which could have been good but not much was happening apart from people talking. She started giving me oral, but got up off the bed several times, twice to do something with the DVD and once to get her mobile phone out of her coat hanging on the door and put it on the table next to the bed.

She continued with the oral and after a while I heard this loud music. I looked up, thinking that at last something was happening in the porn movie, but it was in fact her mobile. She got up off the bed, picked up the phone and peered at it, and then pressed a couple of buttons. She put the phone down again, got back on the bed and continued sucking. Nothing much was happening and I asked if I could see her pussy. She seemed to think this was too much trouble for her and at one point she said "This is too much hard work".

When it was over and I was putting my clothes back on she was talking to someone on her mobile. I was a bit annoyed with Lisa for talking me into paying her more that I wanted to and then not being prepared to go out of her way to make me happy. I realize that if a man goes to see a prostitute that he hasn't seen before and hasn't been recommended he is taking a chance. I took that chance twice yesterday and discovered someone lovely (Lucy) and someone not so lovely (Lisa). But what is good for me might not be so for another man. If a man wants a quick shag with a tall young slim tanned blonde, then Lisa could be just the thing for him. She's not much of a looker, but some men are used to that and don't mind. The fact that she might be willing to give oral without a condom could be a bonus.

I might go to a prostitute that I haven't seen before and who hasn't been recommended again, but I'm not going to wait to see her. If she is free when I go to the flat then I can take a look at her and if I don't like her I will say she's not my type or make an excuse. If the maid says she is busy then I will go somewhere else. I would like to see Sabrina at 8 Greek Street, who has been recommended, and I would like to see Amy and Ivy again.