Doing Money

On the 5th of November there was a drama shown on BBC Two which told the story of a woman involved in prostitution. It was called 'Doing Money'. The drama is based on a book that claims to be a true story, called 'Slave' by Anna (not her real name).

This is what is printed on the back of the book:-

"This is the heart-breaking true story of one of the UK's most shocking modern-day slavery cases.
Anna was an innocent student living in London when she was kidnapped, beaten and forced into the sex slave industry. Threatened and tormented by her pimps, she was made to have sex with thousands of men."

This book has nothing to say about the sex industry in Britain. She was taken from London to Ireland, and put to work in Dublin, Galway and Belfast. Some women were also taken to Sweden.

This is curious, because there are many brothels in London. Why were women taken to Ireland and Sweden? Could it be that gangsters like Ionut and Schwarz thrive in areas where prostitution is underground?

Swedish authorities say that Sweden is less of an attraction to traffickers now because of the law they have had since 1999 which criminalises men who pay for sex. That can only be guesswork though, and this book seems to be saying that Sweden is more of an attraction than than London or Manchester.

If this is true then having the same law in the Irish Republic and Northern Ireland will be counter-productive. Anna helped to bring this law about in Northern Ireland.

If you want to learn about one aspect of prostitution in Ireland and Sweden then you can watch Doing Money. If you want to learn about prostitution in Britain then A Very British Brothel and First Time Call Girl. They are both documentaries and they are consistent with my experience of prostitution.

Since I have read Rachel Moran's book Paid For I am struck by the differences between the two books. They can't both be 'the reality' of prostitution. Perhaps prostitution in Ireland in the 1990s was different to what happens now. Moran's book, together with three studies of Dublin sex workers, paint a picture of Ireland where things got more violent after the 1993 law. It seems that after the 2017 law things are getting even more violent. Yet this book helped to bring in the 2017 law.

These are the three studies of Dublin sex workers

• The Health Needs of Women working in prostitution in the Republic of Ireland 1994 O'Connor 
• Women Working in Prostitution: towards a healthier future 1996 O'Connor O'Neill Foran 
• Drug using women working in prostitution 1999 O'Connor O'Neill

Neither Moran's book nor these three studies say anything about women being kidnapped from the streets by violent pimps and raped. What one of the studies says is this

 "Three (17%) of the women felt very strongly that the new law is leading to the emergence of pimps (male protectors) and therefore, an increase in violence and intimidation on the streets. One said "anyone with enough money to rent an apartment and a mobile phone can go into business as a pimp. These men are offering protection and a "safe house" to women who are working. "They leech (latch) onto the women providing protection and paying bail, that's when the violence comes in"." O'Connor, A.M. (1994)

 It was the 1993 law which created the world that Anna experienced. Well-meaning but counter-productive laws create the problem and don't solve it. The 2017 law in Ireland as far as we can tell is like the 1993 law in that it will and has created more problems than it solved.

 Now we have an up to date study of prostitution in Northern Ireland. It is A Review of the Criminalisation of Paying for Sexual Services in Northern Ireland 2019 by Ellison, Ní Dhónaill and Early. It doesn't confirm what Anna, Rachel Moran and Lord Maurice Morrow have said about prostitution in Northern Ireland. If you want to know the reality of prostitution in Northern Ireland I suggest you read this report.

I have been following the case of Karl Ring and Ivett Szuda. Ring was sentenced to four years imprisonment with Szuda sent down for six and a half years. They were found guilty of human trafficking, controlling prostitution for gain, and 'money laundering'. They were not violent, and the most coercive thing they did was to take away some women's passports. This is not acceptable, but happens with migrant workers in different industries.

They rented flats in Chelsea Cloisters in London to women who wanted to work as prostitutes. They organized air travel between Eastern Europe and London. This is probably the reality of traffickers, at least in London. What happens in Ireland and Sweden could be different.

Below is one woman's experience, you couldn't get further from Anna's:-

"She showed me around the flat and she offered me two rooms. The smaller room was £60 per day and the bigger one for £80 per day." She explained that Szuda gave her a key to the flat at Chelsea Cloisters, which operated like a hotel. "The hotel had a reception and it worked like a hotel system but the rooms had kitchens and bathrooms,' she said. "They were basically hotel apartments. There was another girl when I arrived and she was doing sex work and there was another one who was just doing massage only. Everyone had their own rooms." But she said business was so bad for her that she went back to Hungary after six days. Another woman working for the couple went on holidays with Szuda and other prostitutes to the Bahamas and Miami as "team building exercises".

One woman said "On a good day I would see three to four clients a day, I earned £60 from each." So she earned £240 per day for what sounds like four hours work. She could stop anytime she wanted - like the woman who went back to Hungary after 6 days. She didn't have to do anything she didn't want - like the woman who was just doing massage only. Does this sound anything like the situation that Anna was in?

I think that the prohibitionists should think very carefully about what they want. Britain might become like Ireland and Sweden where the criminals reign. Just like in prohibition America where the do-gooders thought they were getting rid of a problem - alcohol - and they were just making it worse. Much, much, worse. Be careful what you wish for.

Novelist Liz Jensen said that men who use prostitutes should watch the drama and end up "squirming and feeling deeply regretful". I haven't watched the drama but I have read the book, and Rachel Moran's book. I have read the three reports on prostitution in Ireland in the 1990s. I have also kept up to date about trafficking through recent research and news reports. My conclusion is that it is abolitionists who have created this problem not people like me. Caring about people means looking at all the evidence and thinking about it deeply. It doesn't mean getting caught up in a drama. Don't think you can watch a drama and then you're an expert.

two documents on the subject of prostitution

Recently I came across two different documents on the web about prostitution. The first is the transcript of a debate in the House of Commons on 'commercial sexual exploitation' held in July this year. It wasn't much of a debate because although 15 MPs spoke they all supported the Nordic model where men are prosecuted for paying for sex. Lots of false statistics were used and I have made a web page to counter them.

The second document is the House of Commons Home Affairs Committee report on Prostitution. It says many of the things that I have been saying for years. It debunks the false statistic that 50% of prostitutes start before the age of 18. It says that information about street prostitutes is wrongly used to apply to all prostitutes.

The report says that in Northern Ireland women can still be arrested for soliciting despite the idea that Northern Ireland has adopted the Nordic model. This model is supposed to be 'shifting the burden' of criminality from prostitutes to their clients, but in Northern Ireland nothing has changed for prostitutes. It says 'the current practice of treating soliciting as an offence is having an adverse impact'.

The report says that 'the model of decriminalisation implemented in New Zealand has worked successfully'. We should recognize that there is a difference between 'prostitution which occurs between two consenting adults, and that which involves exploitation'. It also says sex workers are often denied 'the opportunity to speak for themselves and to make their own choices'.

The most important conclusions and recommendations of the report are to do with changes in British law which should occur without delay to help protect women. I have quoted them below.

"The current law on brothel-keeping also means that some sex workers are often too afraid of prosecution to work together at the same premises and as a result often compromise their safety and put themselves at considerable risk by working alone.

We therefore recommend that, at the earliest opportunity, the Home Office change existing legislation so that soliciting is no longer an offence and so that brothelkeeping provisions allow sex workers to share premises, without losing the ability to prosecute those who use brothels to control or exploit sex workers."

"In the meantime, we have made clear our strong view that the first step of changing the existing legislation on soliciting, and on brothel-keeping as it relates to sex workers sharing premises, should be taken by the Government as a matter of urgency."

This is something I agree with and I have been saying for some time. I hope that the Government will do this without delay.

what I did during the world cup

The last time I paid for sex was in July when England were playing Sweden in the World Cup. I was in Liverpool and I had the idea that the brothels in Manchester would be less busy when the match was on. I would be able to take my pick from the women available. Often there may be four women at a brothel but most of them are busy. It's nice to have a choice of four. I'm not in the slightest bit interested in football.

I went to the big Boots in the centre of Liverpool and bought four viagra. At Lime Street station I bought a coffee and got onto the train. I took two viagra. I don't think you're supposed to take two. That's not the only risky thing I did that day. It takes one and a half hours with me for the viagra to start working, so I knew I would be ready when I got to the brothel.

I got off the train at Manchester Victoria and headed to a nearby brothel. I won't tell you which one or the name of the woman I saw for reasons which will become apparent. It's one I've been to a few times. The match had started, but to my surprise only one woman was available. She was a big black woman. I thought I might have seen her before, the name was familiar but her face looked different.

After I had paid my £40 she took me up to a small room that I hadn't been to before. She wanted me to hug her and kiss her. She didn't seem to mind big kisses on the mouth which is rare for sex workers. When I got on top of her it was very pleasant as it always is with big women. As usual I was finding it difficult to come. She gave me some oral sex without a condom and she let me finger her.

She told me to get on top of her and fuck her. I thought surely she knows that I haven't got a condom on. Anyway, I got on top of her and fucked her. It didn't take long before I came inside her. As I was getting dressed she said I could give her a tip. I said I would like to do that, and asked how much I should give her. She said anything I wanted and I gave her £10.

I had heard that there are women who will allow sex without a condom for extra money. I thought that it would always be a lot more money. So it was surprising what she did. I should have given her more money. It crossed my mind that if she has HIV then she wouldn't be bothered about unprotected sex because it wouldn't harm her. She is an African woman, and HIV is more common in Africa.

That's a possibility, but it may have been that she knew I had difficulty in getting to orgasm and was willing to try everything to achieve that. Sex with a condom and oral sex without a condom didn't work, so she was willing to try sex without a condom. It worked. I have been surprised how important it is for sex workers that their clients have an orgasm, it's as if they feel they have failed if it doesn't happen.

What usually happens with me is that I can usually get an erection but I can't come through shagging. I can often wank myself to orgasm while looking at the woman's pussy. Even when that doesn't happen I still feel that it is worth the money because it has been enjoyable. I can't help feeling though that if I can come through shagging then I have had a success. A bit like scoring a goal in a football match I expect. So as I was walking along the streets of Manchester I was feeling happy.

Men and women were standing outside pubs watching the match on big screens. The maid in the brothel had told me the score as I was leaving but I wasn't interested.

I could have gone home then but I thought as I am in Manchester why don't I go to see another woman. There isn't as much opportunity in Merseyside. It's only £35 at the Piccadilly Club so why not. There were three women available there. Two Spanish women who I had seen before, and another dark-haired young woman who I hadn't. Sonya was the most beautiful. Leila is beautiful too. I had seen Leila a few times recently when Sonya hadn't been available and enjoyed being with her.

Sonya has big dark eyes and she knows how to apply makeup to show them off. I said that I think I will have to have an HIV test. She asked why and I explained. She looked shocked. She asked me where I had done this and which country did she come from. I told her it wasn't a good idea for me to have done that. She seemed to forget about that though and we had a nice half hour. The viagra hadn't worn off and I shagged her a bit, with a condom. I gave her an extra £10 and she let me put a finger in her pussy. I washed my hands in the sink in the room first.

I hadn't come with Sonya but I hadn't thought I would. It was still very enjoyable though. I was going to walk to either Oxford Road or Piccadilly train stations to return to Liverpool but then I remembered that there had been disruption and the trains from there probably wouldn't be going to Lime Street. So I made my way back to Victoria station and on the way I went into the Mackie Mayor market.

The Mackie Mayor market is an old meat market that has been done up and offers food and drink. The central square has tables and benches and there is a beautiful old glass roof. There are different vendors providing a range of street food, coffee and alcohol. It is in Eagle Street off Swan Street in the Northern Quarter. When the people who go there have enjoyed their food and drink there are many opportunities for a sexual experience.

Smile Thai Massage is round the corner opposite the cat café (good if you want a little pussy). I have been to Smile once where I had hand relief from a lovely older woman called Saiphon. I asked her if she would have sex with me and she said she would only ever have sex with a man that she was in love with.

Orange Spa in Swan Street has Taiwanese women. Some of them are willing to have full sex. The Piccadilly Club in Great Ancoats Street is not far away. There is a brothel much nearer. Angels is at 56 Swan Street. I had been there a long time ago, and I had tried to go back. They're supposed to open at 7pm but they weren't open then so I went to Orange Spa a few doors along.

So I was surprised to see that Angels was open, even though it was only about 6.30pm. I couldn't resist going up the stairs. My curiosity was too great. A woman at the top of the stairs said they are open and invited me in. I asked her how many women were available. There were four, even though the match had been long over. I sat down and the women came in.

There was a young pretty tall slender Russian woman. There was an older shorter blonde woman. There was an older shorter Brazilian woman. There was a woman who had just come up the stairs and was in her normal clothes. It took me a minute or two to choose. The obvious choice would have been the pretty Russian. She must have wondered why I chose the podgy Brazilian.

Melissa took me up stairs and along corridors to a room. As I was undressing I looked through the open window to see the street below. She wanted to give me some oral sex with a condom to get me erect. That doesn't usually work for me though. I said I would like to look at her pussy. She said that would cost more: I think she thought was saying I wanted to lick her pussy. It took a while but I got an erection.

I got on top of her then after a while to my surprise I felt it was working and that if I continued I would come. Melissa was making a lot of loud sexy noises, although I don't think she was genuinely turned on. So I had my second orgasm of the day. The only time I have had two orgasms in one day through shagging was in 2014 when I came back from Whitstable in Kent and spent some time in Soho.

So I was well pleased. In the street I tried to identify the window of the room I had been in with Melissa. I took a photo on my mobile. If you are ever standing in Swan Street, perhaps spending the evening enjoying the delights of Mackie Mayor market, and you hear loud sexy noises, look up and it's probably coming from this window.

I've had an HIV check. I'm tempted to see the African woman again. She could be my regular. I could take a trip to Manchester once a month. I don't think I will though. I'll play it safe from now on.

Daily Mail interesting today

There are two things in the Daily Mail newspaper today that interested me. One is that Sir Martin Sorrell was accused of having sex with a prostitute in Shepherd Market in Mayfair, London. The other is MP Jess Phillips complaining about twitter trolling and demanding an end to anonymity online.

I am familiar with the Shepherd Market area of London. In 2012 I took photographs of the walk ups (brothels) there although I have never paid for sex there as it is slightly more expensive than Soho.

This is my photograph of 50A Shepherd Market which is the one that Sir Martin is supposed to have visited. The most interesting thing about the Daily Mail article is that the reporter tried to find out who owns the flat. The Land Registry says that it was owned until recently by Viscount Curzon, the 6th Earl Howe. There is an interesting interview with one of the women who works at the flat.

Jess Phillips was on Woman's Hour last week talking about the inquiry by the All-Party Parliamentary Group on Prostitution and the Global Sex Trade (Behind Closed Doors). A sex worker also on the programme said that it's impossible to get rid of prostitution. Her reply was that we can reduce it. If you look on the report there are two statistics that appear to show that prostitution has been reduced in Sweden because of the new law.

Both are wrong though. I will quote the relevant paragraph from page 22 below:-

Sweden became the first country to adopt this abolitionist law in 1999. Anonymous surveys conducted in 1996 and 2008 revealed that the proportion of men in Sweden who reported paying for sex dropped from 13% to 8%. The most recent study conducted on prevalence rates found that 0.8% of men in Sweden had paid for sex in the previous 12 months - the smallest proportion recorded in two decades and the lowest level in Europe.

The first statistic (13% to 8%) is not to do with men who pay for sex, but men who at some time in their lives have paid for sex. So a 72 year old man would answer yes in the 1996 survey if he paid for sex when he was 18 in 1942 and a conscript in the Swedish army or navy. He would be too old to participate in the next survey in 2008. It tells us nothing about whether the amount of paid-for sex in Sweden is increasing or decreasing.

The second statistic (0.8%) is to do with people who pay for sex. Active sex buyers, who report that they have paid for sex within the 12 months previous to the survey being conducted. But when you look at the actual statistics, the number of people who pay for sex increased between 1996 and 2008 (1.3% to 1.8%). The new law criminalizing men who pay for sex was introduced in 1999. So it went up, not down.

The only way to explain this mismatch between the two sets of statistics between 1996 and 2008 is that the number of men who pay for sex did increase after the 1999 law was introduced, despite it now being illegal. Older men, who perhaps paid for sex while away from home as young men in the war, became too old to participate in the 2008 survey, or died. Sweden was neutral in the war but there was conscription.

Since 2008, the number of men who pay for sex has decreased (1.8% to 0.8%). Numbers can go up as well as down, as we have seen, and the changes have nothing to do with the 1999 law. Men aren't becoming too afraid to visit sex workers. I suspect that the Swedish figures have always been the lowest in Europe, between 1996 and 2014 the number dropped by only about a third.

This drop was probably something to do with the 2008 financial crisis. It certainly hasn't gone from 13% to 8% to 0.8%, which is what they may be trying to imply. The number of mdl who have paid at some time in their lives has decreased by a very small amount since 2008 (7.9% to 7.5%), which is consistent with older wartime men no longer participating in surveys.

The evangelical Christian politician Jim Wells used a false statistic to get the Nordic Model adopted in Northern Ireland. He said in the Northern Ireland Assembly that 127 sex workers were killed in a 15 year period after legalization in the Netherlands when in reality they were killed over a 30 year period with most killed before legalization not after. He's been in the news again after comparing abortion to the holocaust and has been castigated for his homophobic comments.

The evangelical former pastor MP Gavin Shuker is the leader of the All-Party Parliamentary Group on Prostitution and the Global Sex Trade who produced the report. It seems he has learned from Mr Wells about how to get the Nordic model adopted. Gavin Shuker, Jess Phillips and her chums at the APPG want to use statistics creatively too to get the same law here. I hope they don't succeed.

I got a slap

In my last post I wrote 'It's nice to have fun with a girl, but a real woman should be shagged properly'. I realize now that I like both of these: when I want to have fun with a girl I go to a Thai massage establishment, and when I want to shag a real woman I go to a brothel. I've had a lot of fun with girls recently.

Last week I was in Liverpool and I went to one of Thai massage places. It was a Saturday and hadn't booked so I expected that they wouldn't be able to fit me in. In fact one month before I had been there and I was disappointed. The girl in reception was someone I had seen before. I said "You're Vicky, aren't you?".

I'm not going to use their real names because they're nice girls and it could cause problems for them if it was generally known what they do. I'm going to use a similar name in each case.

She was surprised that I remembered her. She had been the prettiest there, although not the naughtiest. I told her that I would come back when they're not so busy. So when last week I was in the centre of Liverpool again I expected to be turned away. However, when I said 'Is Vicky here?' the answer was yes. They said she'll be available in a few minutes.

I went into the room with Vicky, I took off my clothes, and when she came back into the room she washed my feet in a bowl of water. The massage started with me on my tummy. She asked me if I wanted to do anything sexy and I said not today. I hadn't taken a viagra and I would have been happy just to look at her. When I turned over I could see her and we could talk.

She wanted to know why I didn't want to do anything sexy with her. I said that when I can see a pussy I get very excited, but I know that she doesn't strip, not completely. I told her there was another girl that I'd seen here who said she would take half her clothes off and I could choose which half. She took off everything below the waist and lay on the bed with her legs apart. I wanked myself to orgasm.

I also told her that I go to Manchester to have sexy massages and what happens there. One woman had told me I can touch her so I put my hand up her dress. Vicky was surprised that they wear dresses when they do massages, she always wears proper massage garments similar to leggings.

She persuaded me to give her £20 for hand relief. It didn't take long for me to get an erection, but it was taking a while for me to come. She turned her bottom towards me and said that I could touch it. She also said that next time she would pull her pants down and show me her pussy. I left happy and with the intention of going back to see her again.

The girl in Manchester who let me put my hand up her dress was Lina at Ratree massage in Chinatown. I don't have to hide her name because the police in Manchester have a much more tolerant approach than in Liverpool. I told you about her in a previous post watching loose women. I had been informed that the place is a dump but she's so attractive it's worth seeing her. Both statements were exaggerations. The place is quite nice and she is attractive but not especially so. She was fun though.

Another girl that I've seen this year is Kim (I've changed the first letter of her name as with Vicky). She works not in the centre of Liverpool like Vicky but further out in Waterloo. There are a few there. I had seen her once, I told you about what happened in my previous post regulars, and I wanted to see her again.

Kim had a cold. She also told me she was having her period. She didn't want to give me oral sex because her throat was sore, she said. I'd been informed that she does oral sex without a condom, and she had told me that next time we might do that. The other thing I've been told she does is let men give her oral sex. That would have been out of the question; she didn't even want to take her clothes off.

I wasn't afraid of catching her cold because I'd already caught a cold from a Thai massage girl in Southport. So I wasn't worried about that, just disappointed that I was just getting hand relief and nothing more. I mentioned to her that another girl had done something unusual to me.

A while ago I did some research on the Internet to try to find the naughtiest Thai massage girl in Liverpool. I wrote down the names of two women, Kim and Loco. I tried to see Loco at a place in Allerton Road but was told she no longer works there. Then I found out that she's now working at another place in Smithdown Road. I went there and had fun with Loco, one thing that she did out of the ordinary was to slap my erect penis. It didn't hurt when she did it, even though she did it quite hard.

I told Kim that Loco had slapped my erect penis hard a few times. Kim wanted to have a go, and enthusiastically slapped it many times. She was laughing and noticed that if my penis became slightly soft then a slap would make it really stiff again. So we both had a lot of fun that day.

Temptations in Wales

A couple of years ago I was in Flint in north Wales. I decided to try the brothel there, called Temptations. I had a very nice time with a mixed race woman who was very friendly and fun to be with. I think she told me she is one quarter Nigerian. Unusually for me, I hadn't made a note of her name.

A few weeks ago I thought it would be nice to see her again. Now that I have a plentiful cheap source of viagra I can revisit some of my favourites and give them a better old-fashioned missionary position shagging. It's nice to have fun with a girl, but a real woman should be shagged properly. If she's a big woman, tall and not too skinny, that's the best thing to do.

I found the number of Temptations in a newspaper and phoned them. I asked if the brown woman still works there. I was told the only black woman they have there is Naomi. I thought it must be her. Stupidly, I didn't ask when Naomi is there. For some reason, I was thinking that she would be there every day.

When I got there, she wasn't there. There were two women there, but one was busy with another man waiting for her. The other one was called Lexi. Lexi seemed quite nice so I handed over £40. I asked her how old she is and I think she said 18 or maybe 19. She's quite pretty with a nice tan. When she got on to the bed I asked her what she had been doing that day. I like to find out what they've been up to. She wouldn't tell me though.

I got on top of her and shagged her for a while, then I wanted to finish myself off by looking at her pussy and wanking myself. I asked her to open her legs wider so that I could see her pussy better. She said something like 'that's as far as they go'. I told her I'm not going to come on her, her response was an angry "I know you won't!". I asked her to hold her pussy open but she got angry with me and said I was asking too much. She glared at me for a while.

I can't remember any other prostitute behaving in this way except for in 2016 a mixed race woman called Amy at Overpool Angels. I think their attitude is that they're just there to be shagged for not much money so they're unwilling to do more.

I got onto the train at Flint, changed trains at Chester and got off at Rock Ferry not far from Birkenhead. I've been to Rock Ferry Thai Massage a few times and always enjoyed it. Last year I saw Maisie, Candy and Patsy there. I had been very impressed with Maisie. I hadn't orgasmed with Maisie, but I'd managed to orgasm with Candy and Patsy. I was hoping to see Maisie there again, but the only one there was Lisa.

Lisa was fantastic. She was very friendly and fun loving. Most of the women at Rock Ferry aren't young (although Candy had been) and Lisa wasn't either, but I don't mind that. You have to pay £60 for half an hour, which is more than in Manchester or Flint. Lisa gave me a bit of a massage first. I shagged her for a while, the viagra hadn't worn off, then I asked to see her pussy. She opened her legs wide for me.

I asked her how she felt about a finger in her pussy and she seemed quite happy for that to happen. She started to play with herself and appeared to have an orgasm. Then, with my fingers in her pussy, I had my orgasm. She said something about how she could come to my flat, although I'm not sure if she was joking.

When I was at Temptations I had asked when Naomi would be there and I was told Tuesdays. So I went there then. I had to wait a while before she became available. In fact, the receptionist said that I should come back later. She changed her mind though, saying if I didn't mind waiting in the bathroom there would be one man coming out of Naomi's room and another going in, leaving the waiting room free. They don't like the punters seeing each other, which is a good idea. So I waited in the waiting room, listening for any sounds.

There was another woman there, and I had said I'll take a look at her, but I didn't get to see her. Finally, I was shown into Naomi's room. I wanted more than the 20 minutes I'd had with Lexi so I paid £50 for a half hour. I thought it was going to be £60. The receptionist left me in the room, I took off my clothes and lay on the bed, awaiting Naomi.

Naomi came through the door, and it was a different woman. Not the woman I'd remembered from before, another one, with a darker skin. Naomi was fantastic though. She got onto the bed and asked me what I wanted. I said I like to look at pussies. She lay on her back and opened her legs wide. I said that she's got a very large clitoris. I lay down next to her and touched her pussy. She wanted me to put two fingers in her pussy, move them in and out because she was going to squirt. I felt something warm on my hand. I sniffed my wet hand and it didn't smell of anything, not urine nor semen. That's a first for me.

I got on top of her and shagged her, she's quite wild. If you don't tell her what you want then she'll do what she wants. At one point she was on top of me, moving up and down, me looking at her rather broad back. There's something a bit masculine about Naomi. She certainly has a strong sexual desire.

Near the beginning of our session she gave me some deep throat, having put a condom on my erection. Near the end I had two fingers up her bum hole. I told her later that I'd never done that before, although thinking about it I seem to remember a Brazilian woman in London who I'd done that to years ago. (By the way, I had my first anal sex in December with Lucy at Salon 24 in Manchester.)

Naomi wants to make her customers happy. As I was getting dressed we chatted. I said that I'd written a negative report on Lexi but that I wanted to write a positive report for her, if she wanted. She said that would be OK, as long as I didn't mention where she comes from. She told me that she was stalked by a man a while ago, he used to go from parlour to parlour looking for her. She seems the sort of person who is a nice person even though she's not had an easy life.

watching loose women

I went to Manchester again and I did so many things I can't possibly tell you about them all. I started in Chinatown where I tried to find a girl in a massage establishment. I had read about her on a site, he said the place is a dump but she's so damned attractive he keeps going back. He'd got the name wrong - it was Lina not Lisa - and she wasn't there anyway so I moved on.

I'll skip ahead and tell you about Cosmopolitan in Portland Street. I went up the stairs and into the brothel. The receptionist was on the phone, I waited and then said "I'll sit down, shall I?". There was a big TV but I was watching the women. There was a blonde woman with tattoos who was looking through a carrier bag with some takeaway food in it. A skinny dark-haired girl came out of a room in a dressing gown and looked in the bag. She went back into the room. A tall blonde woman in a sexy dress came in.

Usually there are four women to choose from but I needed to choose between these three. I like dark-haired women but the skinny girl was too thin for me. She was from Portugal. The tattooed woman was nice, but I chose the Dutch woman. When I'd been there before I thought there were girls who looked like students. Manchester has a big student population and I liked the idea of a student girl.

Zoe was a disappointment though. She seemed very withdrawn, the opposite of Ling the Chinese woman who I'd seen at Cosmo before. Ling had been very enthusiastic, sucking on my cock without a condom and laughing and giggling when I was on top of her. Zoe only got interested near the end when I said "That Portuguese girl is too thin". I also told her that the receptionist is the most attractive of them and she agreed that she's very attractive.

I have been getting viagra from Boots in Manchester. I could have gotten a prescription from my doctor but instead I chose to get them 'over the counter' at the Market Street branch in the centre of Manchester. They do a check up first. So now I no longer have a problem with losing my erection when having sex.

I'd been shagging away at Zoe but hadn't come, so I thought I would go to the nearby Tropical Palms. There was one girl available and the receptionist said if I waited there will be another one coming out soon. I sat on one side of the room and the East European girl sat on the other side. She was reasonably pretty. I thought it's a bit like the school disco where the boys sat on one side and the girls on the other. If a boy liked a girl he could go over and invite her to dance.

I was thinking she was looking more and attractive and I might make an invitation but then a black man came up the stairs, dropped two twenty pound notes on the counter and she traipsed off with him. I thought 'What am I supposed to do now?'. I thought I'll wait for the other girl to come out. She was small and skinny though, another Eastern European, so I declined. She gave me a funny look.

Cherrys is not far away so I went there. There was the receptionist, a man sitting on a sofa, and a tall woman standing nearby. I knew straight away that I wanted her. She had a dark skin and a pretty face. I think the receptionist said something to the man, I paid my £40 and went into a bedroom with Amira. I asked her where she comes from and she said Algeria.

Amira was everything I'd been looking for. She's probably in her 20s or 30s and not skinny, a real woman. She lay down on the bed and opened her legs wide, holding open her pussy for me to see. Her natural skin colour is like a perfect all-over tan. When I got on top of her I enjoyed looking at her face and her big dark eyes. I had asked her to turn the light on so that I could see her properly.

I enjoyed myself so much with Amira that I could see her on a regular basis. In a recent post I said that I'd met Maisie and another Thai woman who were so nice I could see them again and again. Now there's Amira too.

Later I thought about the man at reception in Cherrys. I think what happened to him is what happened to me at Tropical Palms. He was waiting for all four women to become available so he could make his choice, but before that could happen I came in to spoil it for him. Maybe he waited long enough and he finally got his choice. I don't think he would have got better than Amira though.

Sex, Lies, and Paperbacks

I heard the feminist Julie Bindel recently on the radio talking about prostitution. I thought it would be interesting to read her new book and was delighted to find that no one seems to have a copy. I could get one off Amazon of course but I'm not going to pay for it. I've asked in libraries and been told I can request it, which I don't want to do. It's not in bookshops. There is a feminist/socialist bookshop in Bold Street in Liverpool and they had a copy but it wasn't on the shelf and they had to look for it.

So even though she's had free publicity for her book from Woman's Hour and free publicity from The Guardian it doesn't look as if many people are going to read it. I could get the gist of what she's saying from the radio programme and the newspaper article. I was pleased to see that she's no longer claiming that when she went to Nevada they found learning disabled women who were being double pimped.

She had claimed that on an earlier appearance on Woman's Hour, although that hadn't been in her report. The report said that one learning disabled woman had been found, which is one too many obviously, but hardly any indication of what will happen here if we legalize brothels.

In her Guardian article she makes no claim that there is less prostitution in Sweden now because of the law criminalizing men for paying for sex. She writes that prostitution is 'a consequence of women’s inequality' and that 'it should be possible to eradicate it'. Yet Sweden is held up as the best example of an equal society, and after 18 years of the law they haven't eradicated it.

While looking for her book I came across a similar book by Kat Banyard called Pimp Nation. I read Chapter 5 in the bookshop and was annoyed that she is repeating a false statistic that I've seen before. Around the year 2000 prostitution was legalized in the Netherlands, but in Sweden they began to prosecute men for paying for sex. Banyard writes that 127 prostitutes were killed in the Netherlands during that time but only one in Sweden.

I heard Rachel Moran state this on Woman's Hour, and it's false. The 127 prostitutes were killed over a 30 year period, not 15 years, and most of them were killed before prostitution was legalized not after. So it looks as if fewer women are being killed in the Netherlands now than before legalization. Not more, which is what they are trying to pretend.

What's more, no prostitutes were killed in Sweden in the 9 years before the new law prosecuting punters. Banyard tries to dismiss the one killing since 2000 as 'domestic'. It wasn't domestic, the authorities handed over Petite Jasmine's kids to a violent ex-partner because she was a prostitute, who then killed her. This is what the authorities in Sweden do. They take away their children. They also deport them or get them evicted.

Banyard doesn't mention this in her book of course. She's happy to point out that in New Zealand prostitution might not be called fully decriminalized because prostitutes aren't allowed to solicit near schools, but she doesn't mention the extra-judicial punishments of prostitutes in Sweden. She doesn't mention that two women who choose to work together for safety can be arrested in Sweden, as also happens in Britain.

Prostitutes can be treated like pimps, as can their landlords if they don't cooperate with the police to evict them. I would like to know if it is men or women who are prosecuted, and if it is women whether they are younger or older. My guess is that it is women in their 20s and 30s who get prosecuted, not so much men or older women.

There are police in Sweden (and Norway) whose job it is to identify prostitutes, find out who their landlords are, contact them, and get the women evicted. Or deport them, or take their children away. Then they tell the world that they treat prostitutes as victims. Victims, yes, but of the police. 'Violence against women', yes, but it is this Nordic model which is violence against women, not prostitution.

Woman's Hour has got a lot to answer for. They let Julie Bindel pretend that she'd found learning disabled women (in the plural) being double pimped in Nevada. They let Rachel Moran state the false 127 statistic. Then Bindel again plugging her new book.

I used to like Jenni Murray on Woman's Hour until she started having a go at the transsexual woman guest whose only crime was to contradict Murray by saying she didn't think it was too much of an imposition for a top hotel to require their female employees to shave their legs when in skirts with bare legs. Jenni later came out with a statement stating that trans women aren't really women, that they can't understand what it's like to be a woman. I think that it's Jenny who is the one who is out of touch with how most women feel.

Kat Banyard got the false statistic from Jim Wells, who was a politician in Northern Ireland (before he started making homophobic comments). He's a Protestant Christian so he together with Catholics in the south of Ireland have campaigned to ban sex work. Radical feminists like Kat Banyard ally themselves with social conservatives like Jim Wells, she quotes him in her book.

She thinks that if a man pays for sex with a woman then he can do anything he wants with her during that time, and that men like nothing better than asphyxiating prostitutes by forcing their erect penises down their throats. That's why she thinks sex work can't be a real job, because you can't be taught that. The reality is a sex worker will tell her clients what she will and will not accept: most that I've encountered don't allow kissing, fingering, oral sex without a condom or anal sex (or asphyxiation). She can even tell her client she doesn't want him to get on top of her if he's too big (that has happened to me twice, I'm tall and slightly overweight: I respected what they wanted).

This blog allies itself with sex workers, transexuals and gay men. Not that I think these three groups have anything in common except that they are under threat by people like Jim Wells. It allies itself with sex-positive feminists, as opposed to radical feminists like Bindel and Banyard.

I ally myself with sex workers like Laura Lee who after she was presented with the false 127 statistic at the Northern Ireland Assembly found out the truth about it. I ally myself with all the sex workers who are arrested just for trying to make themselves safe by working together, and the ones targeted by the punishment squads in Sweden and Norway. I ally myself with transsexuals and support their right to be who they really are. I ally myself with gay men and women and believe they can make parents who are just as good as heterosexual couples. Jim Wells - who doesn't believe that - can keep his opinions to himself. So can all the liars with their false statistics and their hidden agendas. I know what side I'm on.

I realize that many will doubt that sex workers are arrested and evicted in Sweden and Norway. The whole idea of the Nordic Model is that prostitutes aren't punished. Bindel said in her recent Woman's Hour appearance "They shouldn't be arrested - ever". I have collected all the evidence on my blog page The truth about the Swedish Model. Even more on my new page don't erase or edit out Petite Jasmine. You can also read my An Open Letter to Rachel Moran for more information about the 127 statistic. You may want to read my review of feminist Natasha Walter's book Living Dolls where I expose her false statistics.

UPDATE: After reading more about Petite Jasmine I can see that there are people who are trying to say that she didn't have her children taken away because she was a sex worker. There is no evidence that she was drinking and taking drugs, although she was accused of these things.

Jasmine wrote in a letter to a Swedish MP after her house had been stormed by social workers and her children forcibly taken into custody "I was subjected to an investigation which in a desperate way tried to find all those signs that they already from the start were convinced would be there, because I had been selling sex. Drug abuse, sexual abuse, emotional disturbance. They had a difficult time finding any of this, but it should certainly be known that they tried." So before she died, she herself had said that it was because she was a sex worker, and I believe her.

Someone asked why we don't mention the four women who have been killed in New Zealand since their change of law in 2002. We have no reason to believe that these four women (Mellory, Suzie, Anna, and Sky) would have not died if New Zealand had different laws. It isn't the policies of the New Zealand government that have resulted in the deaths of these four women, but it is the policies of the Swedish government that have resulted in the death of Petite Jasmine. That is why we protest at the policies of the Swedish government.

Sweden has not reduced prostitution. Neither can they claim that their policies have resulted in an end to the murder of sex workers. There were no murders in the nine years before the introduction of the new law. They want us to believe that the Swedish law has stopped women from being killed because prostitution is no longer tolerated there. They want us to believe that prostitutes are treated nicely there. All three of these are false: there has been no reduction in deaths, prostitution is just a common as before, and women are persecuted.

It wasn't just Petite Jasmine who was the victim. Her children witnessed their father stab and murder her, and stab and seriously injure a social worker. I want to leave you with more of what Petite Jasmine has written. I do this not to use emotion to promote my point of view, but to show what she was like and as a tribute to this brave woman. It is a translation from the Swedish so it might not be always grammatical.

"After one year and three months finally see her standing in front of me. The feeling when she runs into my arms and hug me, to get sniff her hair immediately becomes soaking wet of my tears, drag your finger along her small nose and chin, stroking her little hand and hold on her tiny body hard in my embrace and kiss her eleven thousand times in the forehead. To finally get to see her in the eye and say seventeen thousand times how missed and loved she is. And never want to let go again, but must. Created by my body when we two have been and we are part of each other forever. The love for my children is indescribable. (And justice system as said joint custody and half the time, where were you when everything was going on?)"

regulars

Some people might wonder if I've ever liked a sex worker so much that I've wanted to see her on a regular basis. There have been many that I have seen more than once, and a few that I have seen several times over a number of years. Recently though I have met two women who I would like to see on a regular basis, but it is proving difficult.

There is a Thai brothel called Rock Ferry Thai Massage. I've been there a few times but they charge £60 per half hour. That's more than the other brothels in the area and more than in Manchester. I usually pay £35 to £45. I saw a delightful Thai lady there called Maisie. She wasn't young but she had a beautiful face. I enjoyed my time with her but she said that she wouldn't be there after today and wouldn't be coming back for at least 6 weeks.

After 6 weeks had passed I went again. I asked the woman who seems to run the place if Maisie is here but she said it's too soon for her to return, it would be another couple of weeks. There were two sex workers there, but one of them wasn't available. So I ended up with Patsy, who was nice but not beautiful or exotic-looking and getting on a bit.

I have said on this blog that I don't always go for the young, tall, slim and pretty girls. However, I did meet a woman recently who was all of these things. I went to a Thai massage place in north Liverpool. It's not a brothel, it's mainly for massage and they do 'extras' which never includes full sex. They offer topless, hand relief and body-to-body. She might take off her top while she massages you, or use her hand to bring you to orgasm. Body-to-body means she takes off everything or nearly everything, gets on top of you and rubs her (often oily) body against yours.

On a website I found out about a particular girl at this place. I'm not going to name her because that could cause problems for her. This place is the most disorganized place I've been to. If you try to book a particular girl she may or may not be there. It was my third attempt to see her that was successful, despite booking to see her.

When she came into the room I couldn't see her clearly but she had a lovely voice. Her English was perfect, as if she'd been educated here. We were in a dark room with a light on the ceiling which didn't illuminate her face. To begin with I was on my front so it took a while before I could see how pretty she is. She's very talkative. She wanted to know why I was asking for her if I'd never seen her before. I usually deflect such questions.

She asked me again though and said was it a friend or a website where I'd found out about her. Foolishly, I said it was a website. She had her smart phone with her and said she wanted me to show her where she had been mentioned. So I went onto the site and searched her name and the name of the place. She looked at it, but had to leave the room because someone had come into reception and there was no one else working there. As I said, they are really disorganized there.

I continued to look on her smart phone, and when she came back into the room I said "Oh! It says here that you let him lick your pussy!". She told me that it wasn't true. She didn't seem upset about it, but she prefers to keep that sort of thing private. When she was wanking me I had a strong erection, but I was finding it difficult to come. I told her I get very excited when I see pussy.

She stripped off below the waist and started wanking herself. I could see her pussy quite clearly. When it was over she said maybe next time she would give me oral sex. The man on the site had said he's had blowjobs from her (and licked her pussy). As I was leaving, I noticed several women in reception, lounging on sofas. Funny, I thought. An hour ago she was the only one there and now there are several of them. They must come in ready for a busy Friday night, I thought. I also thought if she wants her pussy licked one of these could do it.

I left it a fortnight and tried to see her again. The woman in reception said come back in an hour. I came back and she said she's not here but she'll phone her. She got her on the phone but she said she's too far away to come. So I saw someone else. While she was wanking me I said "I'll give you another £20 if you suck it". She said it's not allowed. I said "Some of the other girls do it" but she wouldn't.

Now I don't know if I can be bothered to try and see her again. I might try if I'm in the area but I'll walk away if she's not there.

trainee day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

my day trip to Manchester

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2 flats in Ropewalks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

bad things I have been doing since last time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fun with Thai women 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fun with Thai women 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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