Thursday, October 13, 2016

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.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

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.

Thursday, July 28, 2016

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.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

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.

Saturday, April 30, 2016

what I have done this year

I have been trying to save money so I haven't done much. I have been to two places in Liverpool, a brothel and a Thai massage place. I have also been to a massage place in Chester.

massage in Chester
I had been to the place in Chester before but just for a half hour massage. Nothing sexual happened. I thought I would go back and have an hour massage and use their steam room. I paid £40 for a half hour in the steam room and an hour massage. I had been given a pair of big baggy shorts to change into. The steam room was all white with plastic seats. The steam filled the room making it very warm and damp, all I could see was white like being in a cloud.

After half an hour the girl came to get me. She told me I needed to take a shower then come into the massage room. She was pretty and looked about 18. I took the shorts off and after the shower wrapped myself in a towel. When the girl came into the massage room I explained that I had taken my shorts off. I wasn't sure what type of place this is, although the other girl hadn't seemed to mind I wasn't wearing anything. She said she would get me another pair for me to wear.

While I was on my tummy being massaged I didn't try to talk to her. When I turned over I did. I asked her if it was mostly men or women who came to this place. They do beauty treatments for women so I suspected it was mostly for women. She said it is mostly men. I wanted to know if they stay open late especially on Fridays and Saturdays, because this is the sort of place where a sexual service is provided, like a hand job.

She wore a uniform and had her hair on top of her head in a knot. I thought she looked quite sexy. She was a local English girl. Finally I asked her what other services are provided at this place. She gave me a list of beauty treatments such as nail painting but nothing about hand jobs. So either they don't do that or they don't put girls who do on the day shift. The place has a Thai name and is run by a Thai woman.

brothel in Liverpool
In the local Liverpool newspaper I saw an ad saying that an Eastern European girl was available in Kensington. There is somewhere called Kensington in Liverpool. I phoned and was told it was £60 per hour. This is really cheap, about half the price I would normally expect to pay. She texted me the directions, the entrance was at the back of Prescot Road. I had to go along an alleyway and then up some stairs.

I wondered what I was letting myself in for, but inside it was very nice. There were two women there, one was a lot older and spoke no English at all. I wasn't given a choice, I was expected to go with the older woman. She was quite beautiful, she must have been a beauty in her 20s, and she smiled a lot and laughed a few times. She let me finger her and she gave me some oral sex with a condom. I came while wanking myself, two of my fingers in her pussy. At the end she wrapped a towel around herself which then fell off. She has quite a nice body. She opened the window then lit a cigarette. She offered me one so I was walking along Prescot Road smoking a cigarette which I haven't done in years.

Thai massage in Liverpool
There's a new Thai massage place in Liverpool, in Rice Lane. I went in there and there were two women but neither were attractive. I said I would have a half hour massage which I think was £20. Not only was she not attractive but she didn't seem friendly either. The room was OK. She started massaging my legs and worked her way up. At one point she was kneeling on my back which sometimes happens in Thai massage. She was wearing a short dress.

It was a good massage. Towards the end she offered to wank me. I said no because I didn't fancy her, although she looked nicer in the dim room and she was becoming friendlier. She asked me if I was sure I didn't want her to wank me. I said I would come back another time and have an hour with her and we could do something then. I asked her what else she did but she just said handjob and she would take her dress off. I think she wanted £50 for that. I put my clothes on and as I was walking out she was lying on the sofa with her mobile. She said she would see me again. I said I would see her again without her dress on and caught a glimpse of her white knickers.

got my first hate mail today

I have not had hate mail before, or if I have had it was so long ago I have forgotten it. Today I got one entitled 'Nasty pig' from Victoria Jane victoriajane6@googlemail.com. The message is "Woman hate men like u. All the women you pay think ur a pervy pig. Fuckin scum". I like pigs, so I don't take it as an insult to be compared to one. I'm sure there are women who hate me, but one thing I've learned is that people are all different.


Radical Feminists, Christians of Pentecostal or Catholic persuasions, and Moslems might hate me. I try not to hate anyone.

Monday, January 4, 2016

my review of the year 2015

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

I liked Cosmopolitan in Portland Street where I met the extremely attractive Dana and Piccadilly Club in Great Ancoats Street where I met a number of lovely women such as Katie, Sonya, Priscilla and Camille. It's even cheaper at Piccadilly, it's only £35 per half hour. The other place I liked was Salon 24 especially Cat.
I also made several trips to Soho. I mostly visited the walk ups but also a few Chinese massage places. My best day in Soho was in April when I saw pretty Thai girl Poppy, Scandinavian blonde nympho Eva and voluptuous Romanian Amy. I had seen all of them before and they are some of the best.

When I go to Chinese massage places it's not usually as sordid as the walk ups. Usually it is a nice massage and then the girl uses her hands to bring me to orgasm. That was how it was in May when I went to see a girl in London Chinatown that I had been told about. Two people emailed me to ask if I'd seen this girl who they both said was very pretty. I also saw a Thai woman in Manchester Chinatown who was very skilled at what she did.
However, it can be more sordid in Chinese massage places than the walk ups. I saw again a woman in Charing Cross Road who I had seen last year. She gave me oral sex without a condom and she lets men put their fingers in her pussy and bum hole. I found another one like her in Little Newport Street who was equally as wild.

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

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

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

I talked to three street girls this year. I found the Red Light Districts in Liverpool and Manchester. I only saw one street girl in Liverpool and I talked to her. I saw several in Manchester but I only spoke to one of them, a glamorous Asian looking woman sitting at the northern corner of St Andrew's Square. I also talked to Shanie in Croydon. I keep away from street girls now.
The number of 'Pageviews all time history' for this blog is very nearly one million. It's always amazed me that I can type in something and thousands of people will read it.