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.

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.

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.