Wednesday, December 30, 2009
I went onto the Five site today but unlike usual they did not have any details of this particular episode. I am only interested because I want to see what the attitude of the authorities towards prostitution is now. It is quite disturbing to see what happens when the left-wing fundamentalist feminism of women like Harriet Harman in the Labour government meets the right-wing puritanism of men in the police force.
These two final episodes confirm what we know already. Harriet Harman and people like her would like to ban prostitution. They know from surveys that most British people don't want prostitution to be banned. So they pretend that most women involved with prostitution are forced into it. They pretend that they want to rescue victims. Then they try to stop prostitution by any means necessary. I'm sure they think that the ends justify the means.
I like to think that most people in this country are sensible enough to realise that if you try to ban prostitution you merely force it underground. This makes it more likely that women will be killed or injured. I have no objection to 'unannounced brothel visits'. If brothels were legalised then this would be easier and the few numbers of real victims could be helped.
This episode started with the issue of prostitute advert cards in phone boxes. It was said that these are connected to organised crime and trafficked women. I have no idea if this is true but I doubt it. They showed a man being arrested for putting these cards in phone boxes. He was grabbed by a police man, his arm was held high up behind his back and then he was made to kneel. He was hand-cuffed before being taken away. This seemed totally unnecessary to me. It seems that it was done to inflict fear and pain so as to deter these people. Remember, 'the ends justify the means'.
The next part of the episode was about brothels. It started with footage of men in Oxford Street who were selling an Eastern European woman for a few thousand pounds. I'm sure that this does happen. They went into different brothels/saunas near Stratford in east London.
They were talking about women forced to work in brothels, servicing 30 to 35 men a day. Now I think that in brothels there are never that many customers. Even before the recession I doubt if any woman in a brothel can attract that many customers.
A police officer told a story of a woman who was made pregnant by a client, was forced to have an abortion in the morning and then was forced to continue working within 3 hours. If this really happened then it is disgusting, but I doubt it.
In one place they went to they arrested an oriental woman. It was difficult to tell how old she was. They arrested her for suspicion of controlling prostitution and suspicion of money laundering. Apparently anyone who makes money from something illegal and uses some of that money to continue in their illegal activities is a money launderer. I wonder if our MPs discussed the possibility of the law being used this way before they voted for it. Or did they think it would only be used for gangsters. Now it is used for anyone the police want to stop, and if they want to stop prostitution then 'the ends justify the means'.
They took the woman to the police station and formally charged her with 'conspiracy to control prostitution for gain' and 'controlling prostitution for gain'. They didn't find any trafficked women. They talked a lot about 'immigration issues'.
The next part of this episode was about 'nuisance kerb crawling'. They have done this in several of the previous episodes, always in East London near Stratford (Romford Road/Dyson Road). Not Whitechapel as I had previously thought.
In the previous episode they said that ordinary local mothers with toddlers in pushchairs had been propositioned by kerb crawlers. I don't believe this has happened. I remember that a few years ago there was a report on Tooting Bec Common that said fathers with toddlers in pushchairs had been propositioned by street girls. In all the years I have been going to Tooting Bec Common I have never seen this, and I don't believe it ever happens.
What I think can happen is that in these areas a local woman on her way home could be stopped by police and searched on suspicion that she is a prostitute. I would imagine that would be quite upsetting, to say the least. In the last episode they showed women being stopped by police and searched. The police were quite rude and condescending to the women, treating them like dirt.
That episode said that women were given a caution and if they had several then they were arrested. One woman was arrested and became distressed because she had to get home to her daughter.
At the end of last night's episode they said that because of their 'zero tolerance' policy "the lack of customers could mean that street prostitutes move on, making the area a safer place to live".
So they are saying the zero tolerance policy COULD mean that things change for local residents, but then it might not. If the street prostitutes 'move on' they presumably will move on to somewhere else and nothing will change overall. Then that particular area will become a 'safer place to live'. Really? They had not said that residents are less safe because of kerb crawlers. Safe for whom? Not safer for the prostitutes themselves (some of whom will be local residents), in fact it will be much more dangerous for them. So much for 'rescuing the victim'.
I'm glad this shabby little series has ended. I'm not surprised that Five lost interest in it and hid it away. It started as propaganda for moral crusaders and the American style zero tolerance policies of sly dishonest politicians like Harriet Harman and Jacqui Smith. That has backfired on them. Most viewers can see it for what it is. It leaves a nasty taste in my mouth and a lot of people will agree with me.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Or would you prefer to pay £20 to have sex with a woman like this?
I was walking along the road that I live in and I saw a telephone box with a hand-written card inside. The message said that if I wanted Polish girls I should phone the number. I had never seen such a message before in my part of London, only in central London, so I was intrigued.
I phoned the number and a woman said that if I texted her my email address then she would send me photographs and details of the women available. I got the email today but I'm not going to pay a minimum of £100 to see an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman when I can see women in Soho like the one in the second photograph.
The woman in the second photo is Meena. She looks like Alesha Dixon but ten years younger. She is Indian, but she looks as if she could be mixed race. I think she looks a bit middle-eastern too. Meena charges £20 per 10 minutes in Soho, but she charges considerably more doing escort work. She advertises on adultwork.com, where she is known an Anisha. What fantastic legs.
I have had two sessions with classy escort types recently. Last week I decided to go and see Angie again. I had seen Angie twice before but it must be a couple of years between each visit. Angie works from the same flat at 4 Old Compton Street as Paris on different days.
I got another photo of Paris.
I was prompted to go and see Angie because men rave about her on the Soho thread on the punternet.com forum. Someone said she was giving up prostitution so we had till Christmas to see her. Someone said that he liked her partly because she allows deep fingering. I had tried to see her a couple of weeks before but there was a notice on the door saying busy come back later. She gets a lot of bookings. I did go back later, and phoned the flat, but didn't get to see her that day.
She was wearing a sexy Christmassy red dress with white furry bits. There was a Christmas tree in the room. I lay on the bed and she knelt beside me. I asked her to give me a hand-job. She was naked and I put my hands beetween her legs. Gradually I got my finger deeper and deeper into her pussy until I had one finger all the way into her vagina. I didn't try for two fingers, she seemed too nice a girl for that.
She got me erect, but I didn't come. Ten minutes is not usually enough time for me to come, but I could tell that even if I had had more time it wouldn't have worked for me. There are more beautiful women in Soho than Angie and more raunchy ones.
Angie isn't giving it up completely, she will still be working Mondays. She will be mostly seeing her regulars by appointment. The maid told that Angie would give me a card, but she didn't. I would imagine she doesn't want to encourage men who pay the minimum amount and then want to finger her.
Since Angie I have been to see Oriana in Greek Street. She looked stunning in a short blue dress. A tall beautiful girl. Younger and prettier than Angie. I also saw Ritzy. She is very raunchy and let me put two fingers into her pussy.
The other escort type I have seen this year is Meena. I saw her a couple of months ago and it was very pleasurable. She is beautiful and friendly. I mentioned to her that she reminded me of a woman that I know who is half Maltese. Meena asked me about her, asked what would I like to do to her. I said I wanted her to put her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I was standing naked and Meena was naked with her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I sat on the edge of the bed with her on my lap. It felt good. My ten minutes was up but I decided to see Meena again, only this time pay more money.
The next week I went to see Meena again. I wanted to spend twenty minutes with her this time, so I was expecting to pay £40, double the amount of last time. I didn't realise that it is common practice in Soho to charge more than double the amount for double the time. This is not the case at my favourite place, 8 Greek Street. So I was a bit confused, it didn't seem to make sense. But I didn't want to spoil the mood and she's worth £50 so I handed her the money.
There was also some confusion because you also pay for what service you want. I said that I wanted a hand-job, because I know this is the most likely way for me to come to orgasm. She said that will be just £20 then. When I said I wanted to spend 20 minutes with her she said I could have her 20 minute special which includes oral, for £50.
She spent some time trying on different costumes, a school-girl one and an Indian one. Then she put a condom on and gave me some oral. She was reclining next to me with her head away from me and she open her legs. I stroked the inside of her thigh and then moved my hand towards her pussy. When I felt her pussy it was very wet. I though either she's horny or she's put some kind of lubricant in there.
I played with her clitoris and she seemed to really like that. After a few minutes she seemed to be having an orgasm. At one point I put my finger into her pussy. She took my cock out of her mouth, put my finger back on her clit and said "That's how I like it."
Now I like fantasy as much as anyone, and Meena is great for that. But when I don't know what is fantasy and what is reality then it makes me uneasy. I know prostitutes pretend to get turned on and have orgasms, but I'm not used to that. To most men what she did would have been big turn-on, but to me it was a bit of a turn-off.
That same afternoon I went to see Oriana. I hadn't seen her before so I was taking a bit of a chance. But when she walked into the room I thought my luck is in. She was wearing what looked a bit like a belly-dancer's costume. I gave her my £20, and she started wanking me. To my surprise I could feel that it was starting to work. When I started to orgasm I opened my eyes and looked up at Oriana kneeling on the bed beside me. She had a look on her face of mild displeasure, as if she was thinking "This is where it gets a bit icky".
I was very happy. The only other place that I'd had an orgasm in Soho was further up Greek Street with my favourite woman Ivy. And then only after about twenty minutes. Oriana doesn't pretend anything and neither does Ivy.
Oriana works one day a week in Soho. The sign said Iranian the first time I went there. Then they changed it to Persian, only they spelled it wrongly as 'Pursian'. She doesn't look Iranian, with her light hair and skin.
I guess she earns more money in Soho in one day than she would earn in a whole week in a factory. It's a strange little place where she works. Usually you go up some stairs but here you go down. It's a small room with a bed and a big black sofa. It shares its entrance with a clothes shop.
Oriana said she would dance for me for £30. So I can shag her for £20, but if I want her to dance for me it will cost £30. Can't see the logic in that. Like charging £50 for 20 minutes but only £20 for 10 minutes.
I don't usually think of Paris as being an escort type, but I suppose she is. Like Meena she is on adultwork.com and does escort work, and is at The Bunny Lounge (where she is known as Bambi). Meena and Angie seem more sophisticated, as well as a bit older. They have always seemed well spoken to me, but I think Meena can be as foul-mouthed and raunchy as anyone.
So I won't be seeing Angie again, I might see Meena again if I can think of a nice enough fantasy. I think I will see Oriana and Ritzy again, but most of all I want to see Ivy. I hope she comes back soon. (Lily turned out to be not so good). I want to see her lovely soft brown oriental eyes and skin.
Let's have another look at Meena's lovely legs. Imagine those around your waist. Click on the picture to see a bigger picture.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
I have found the name of the woman who was murdered after she was forced to leave the safety of a Soho walk up. Her name was Elizabeth Valad. The information below comes from this site.
The anger among the Soho sex workers, which many describe as unprecedented, has come to a head over the issuing of a compulsory purchase order by Westminster council on a property in which a number of them ply their trade.She was also known as Liz or Lizzie Valad. She worked in Peter Street in Soho I have been told.
The council says prostitution is a "blight on the local environment" and that it wishes to return the building to residential use. The women suspect the only benefits will go to property developers but what is of more urgent concern is the threat to their own safety if they are forced onto the streets.
Irene, a Soho sex worker, was a friend of Elizabeth Valad, one of the prostitutes whose body parts were found in discarded bin bags in North London over the New Year.
"Liz was working in Windmill Street before Christmas until she was forced out when the building was closed. She left for King's Cross and look at the consequences. Two other Soho girls have been murdered elsewhere in recent years - and they're just the ones we know about."
Thursday, December 3, 2009
OBJECTIVE: To determine patterns of cocaine use in relation to HIV risks. METHODS: Two groups of prostitutes were interviewed about drug use: 86 participants in a clinic study of HIV/STD risk (gp.A); 64 participants in a non-clinic study on the streets of West London (gp.B). Follow-up interviews were conducted with a sub-group of 46 clinic attenders (gp.A1) about cocaine use in relation to sexual behaviour. RESULTS: In a standardised interview of risk behaviour, 50 of 86 women (58%) in gp.A reported ever using cocaine. Twenty-nine (34%) reported current use (past 3 months); 6 of these reported use of freebase cocaine/crack. In gp.A1, 19 of 46 women (41%) reported current use of cocaine, 14 at work and 6 of these only ever at work. Cocaine use was reported by women working on the streets and in hotels, through escort agencies and madames, in flats and saunas and through private referral. Reports suggest an increase during 1989 in cocaine-bookings (where cocaine use is a condition of commercial sex). Two of 23 women reported unsafe sex exclusively in association with cocaine-bookings. In gp.B, 15 of 64 women (23%) reported current cocaine use, of whom 12 used freebase cocaine or crack. CONCLUSION: Cocaine use is common in all types of prostitution and reportedly increasing at work in relation to client demand, where it may be associated with HIV risks. In these groups, crack use cannot be analysed independently since the terms freebase and crack were interchangeable and reportedly linked with other forms of cocaine use in all cases. These results indicate a different pattern of cocaine use in the London sex industry at the current time than that reported elsewhere.This research is saying that all types of prostitues - including high-class prostitutes - are likely to be using cocaine. No one is surprised that street girls use cocaine or crack cocaine, but many will be surprised that escorts do too. I am not sure what 'cocaine-bookings' are, I will try to find out more about this.
Monday, November 23, 2009
I didn't want to have sex with her. She was quite miserable looking. Usually street girls on the Common are quite friendly and chatty, but she was different. I tried to talk to her, but she seemed distracted.
She wanted me to have sex with her. I said I didn't want to do that and she said "Am I not pretty enough?". She mumbled it and I had to ask her to repeat herself. I said that it wasn't that, I was short of money. She asked me how much money I had. I said I would rather not say because I wasn't there for sex that day.
Perhaps she would have had sex with me for the change I had in my pocket. I don't know. She asked for some change so I gave some to her just to help her out. The last thing I saw of her she was walking away from me and counting the money. I hope she spent it on food.
Just before she went off I asked her what her name was and she said 'Teresa'. I said "I used to know a girl called Teresa". I remembered that once a few years ago I fingered a girl called Teresa on the Common, and that later I had regreted it because she seemed so unhappy about it, unlike the other girls I have done it to.
I have written about this incident on this blog in December 2007. The Teresa then had been wearing a short skirt and had long hair. I'm not sure if the girl I met last week was the same girl. I did not recognise her, but then I only met her once about four years ago. Memories can fade and people can change their appearance. She did ask me for a light for a cigarette, and the girl I met several years ago had done the same.
Teresa seems to fit the description of what most people think a street girl would be like. She looked unhappy, depressed and with no confidence. It's almost as if she thought she did not deserve better in life. I wonder if she does heroin but not crack and if this accounts for her different demeanour.
If I saw her again I would offer to buy her something to eat. I could take her into Streatham to a cafe for a meal. I did this a few years ago with another street girl called Debbie. I would ask her about her life. I would not try to have sex with her.
What they often need is somewhere to live (like a hostel to begin with), a methadone script and getting onto benefits. Before that rehab. I could point her in the right direction, as I would any woman I met on the Common or in my neighbourhood.
I remember that when a few years ago I asked a street girl which other street girls I should avoid, she had given me Teresa's name, among others. So I don't know what Teresa has been up to; perhaps if I had gone with her into the bushes she would have robbed me.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
So drugs are not just part of the world of street girls, they are also part of the world of Belle de Jour. A man who uses a high-class escort cannot be sure that his money is not being used to buy cocaine or crack cocaine. He cannot be sure that he is not going to get done under the new law.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Sex workers in Soho and elsewhere are facing massive raids, arrests, detention, eviction, deportation, and are being forced out of flats onto the street where it is 10 times more dangerous to work. Three women who were driven from Soho premises by eviction have been tragically murdered in recent years, one of them in late 2002.
Friday, October 9, 2009
A Soho bobby on the beat told us that men are often mugged on the stairs of Soho walk ups. I have never had this experience but then I don't go to Soho at night. He explained that there are about 100 women in walk up flats in Soho. There are about 50 flats. Each doorway usually leads to two flats on upper floors.
Two of the prostitutes and their maids were interviewed. Both of the prostitutes were from Albania. I did not recognize either of them. Gina said she came to London with the assistance of her friend who was a prostitute. She did different jobs to begin with, but decided to become a prostitute because London is such an expensive city to live in.
She said that she has about 25 customers per day and makes between £200 and £300 a day. I assume this is after she has paid rent on the flat and other overheads. Each customer pays a minimum of £20. Her maid Rita explained her role, which includes protecting the girl from any possible violence.
The other prostitute, Samantha, said that for her it's just work, she has a family to support and bills to pay. Her maid Janet said that women in walk ups work for themselves, there are no pimps. They look after themselves and there are no drugs. They are doing it to make their lives better.
The narrator explained that the days of Soho walk ups could be numbered. There is new legislation that could ban them. One of the women said that this would put them on the streets where they would be less safe. In the walk ups they are protected.
I agree that it would be a tragedy if the Soho walk ups were all closed. I am not saying this because I like to go to them. Many women will be harmed if the new legislation goes ahead.
I have started a Yahoo group for readers of this blog if they wish to discuss issues and share information. People can still leave comments on each post if they wish, but I will reply to comments on the group. The blog is about the less expensive forms of prostitution, which could be Soho walk ups or could be street girls. I have called the group Punternot because I want people to be free to discuss issues that would not be allowed on the Punternet forum, such as street girls, but also things like your favourite internet porn site. The Punternet site abhor the desire of Harriet Harman to censor it, but they do censor many people's views. I will not censor sincerely-held views but I will moderate out any snarking.
This is the URL of the group. You will need to create a Yahoo identity if you don't already have one.
Monday, September 28, 2009
I learned that technically these Soho walk-ups are not brothels. A walk-up is legal if only one woman works from the premises. The walk-ups shown in the programme were in Lisle Street and Greek Street. The one in Greek Street is the one that I have mentioned previously in this blog.
They interviewed a young woman from Romania called Amy. I saw Amy once this year and twice last year. This was before I decided to see the two older women who work at the same place. Amy said that she had come to Britain and began working in prostitution. She did not say if she had been trafficked into the country. Romania is now part of the EU and Romanians here are not illegal immigrants. She did not say if she had been deceived by anyone organizing her movement to Britain. It has been said that traffickers tell women that they will work in a normal job, and it is only after they get here that they are expected to work in prostitution.
Amy said that she was working as a prostitute somewhere where she was not happy. She was not making enough money for herself there, and so after a couple of months she found 8 Greek Street and was told by a woman she could start work there. She did not say that she had a problem leaving the place were she was before. It has been said that traffickers tell the women that they have to repay debts of thousands of pounds. One of the police officers said that one of the women working at 8 Greek Street had said that she earns a thousand pounds a day. The officer said that because sex costs just £20 they must be getting a lot of customers. However, £20 is a minimum and many customers will be spending more than that.
I do believe, though, that there are places – in Soho and elsewhere – where women are suffering. I have mentioned in a previous post that there is somewhere else in Greek Street that was called the Slaughter House. I think I may have been there once but left before paying because I did not like the look of the place. There are only three walk-ups in Greek Street.
A couple of months ago I went to 11 Brewer Street. I went up the stairs, but when I saw that the women's names were not displayed I turned to leave. A woman came out of one of the flats onto the landing and tried to entice me in. This has never happened to me before. She was small and thin and looked like a refugee. When I said I wasn't interested she shouted a couple of swear words at me at the top of her voice, walked back into the flat and slammed the door loudly. I could tell that there were men further up the stairs.
I went onto the Crimestoppers website and I reported the place as a potential place of trafficked women. It's still open.
The reason why I don't go somewhere where the women's names are not displayed is that I can find the best ones using the PunterNet website. I can use PunterNet reports and the Soho thread in the PunterNet forum. I can take into account what they look like (I don't go for big-breasted blonde types), attitude, price and the services they provide. I would not want to be with a woman who is unhappy.
The most popular girl in Soho as I have said is Paris. She is from Essex, so there is no question of trafficking there. There are other British girls, like Ritzy. Lily, one of my two current favourites, is from the south of France. Ivy, my other current favourite is from the Philippines. I don't know if there is any trafficking from the Philippines but I do know that Ivy went on holiday to the Philippines for a few weeks recently. If she had been trafficked into Britain then she would not have been able to leave the country in the normal way. She would have to have been trafficked out of the country and trafficked back in again, which I don't think is very likely.
Vice Squad didn't find any trafficked women in their inspections, or any women who wanted to be rescued. I would have thought that if they had found illegal immigrants then they would have told us about them. They didn't find any pimps there either. It has been said that pimps take a lot of the money from Soho prostitutes. The only men who are probably making the money out of prostitution in Soho are the property owners, probably the Duke of somewhere-or-other like so much of inner London. Each prostitute has to hand over a couple of hundred pounds a day in rent.
I hope that some of the women save up some of their earnings and buy the property themselves. Then they don't have to pay rent to anyone. But I don't know if the Duke of somewhere-or-other would want to sell; maybe he knows what a good thing he's onto. I hope that older women who have made a career out of prostitution can help younger women who may not want to pursue it as a career but need to get money sometimes. I hope that Paris makes her fortune, the dirty little minx.
I'v got a couple of photos of Paris that you might like to see. I don't have any photos of any of the other girls in Soho, I got these from the internet.
The Vice Squad did find a girl who looked under-age but wasn't. They checked. So now every punter in London knows that if they want a girl who looks under-age but isn't, all they have to do is to go to Lisle Street. If you go on Google street level you can see the doorways shown on the programme. There are only 2 or 3 places in Lisle Street, and I don't think it is number 2.
Friday, September 11, 2009
This was last year on the PunterNet forum in the thread "Re: Drug addiction among WGs". Her username is "SabrinaYork". I thought you might be interested to read her comments, my reply to them, and the comments of another escort on the subject.
15 July 2008
The only parlor I worked in Crystal Meth was rife, I would only use it every now and then (once a month or so) if I was pulling a double shift, a toot would keep me awake, you would never tell as I never took enough to get that 'wired' look have the chat and the jaw going 90 miles per hour! I suspect few of the girlie's here use them, or if they do it is recreational once in a while with a few mates on a night out, I reckon no matter how much you earn if you have a habit it would never be enough. I have bought Charlie twice in this country and both times said never again, too expensive and too cut.
19 July 2008
Doubt it is over here, I can't get it for love nor money, funny how you find drug dealers with a conscience, can't understand the hype myself, a point between 4 mates once a month is not exactly a problem, all it is stronger speed! Sit down with a couple of beers, speak shite, put the world to rights, go out at 2am and play some pool, then onto a club to dance your ass off! Its those that take it to excess that have problems as ususal.
20 July 2008
No as I say I can't get hold of the stuff for love nor money, I have not taken anything stronger than co-codamol this year, but if I could then I would, like I say it is ok if you don't go stupid with the stuff, I don't smoke now (4 weeks yesterday, thanks Champix), I hardly ever drink, you see girls out on the streets off their face on alcohol every night of the week, IMO the legal stuff is far worse at times.
This is my reply to her comments
23 July 2008
If someone takes Crystal Meth in a low dose, the effect can be similar to amphetamine. Pilots in the war and lorry drivers used to take it. In larger doses it is similar in effect to cocaine, and in larger doses still it is like crack cocaine. In large enough doses it surpasses even crack cocaine in its stimulant and euphoric effects. That is why it can be so addictive.
It is easy to say that 'Its those that take it to excess that have problems as ususal'. Everyone thinks that they can control it but it can easily end up controlling you.
It may not be much of a problem in this county yet what happens in America happens in this country 10 years later.
Alcohol is the most readily available drug and so in one sense it is the most problematic. It is so easy to overdose on heroin so that is why heroin kills the most people. But Crystal Meth is the most addictive in anything but the smallest doses.
I think that this is an example of what a reply should be. I did not make any snide remarks, I did not try to belittle her, or suggest that she was mad or bad. I don't dislike escorts or people who take drugs. As long as people know what they are getting into, that's fine by me.
Another escort whose username is "shadylady" also commented on the subject, and her views are very interesting.
31 July 2008
Well maybe but to look at it from a different angle. The sorts of girls who become escorts tend to be the sorts of girls who are risk takers and more experimental than your average Jane on the street;-in fact the exact same personality type who would be attracted by experimenting with drugs.
On another note (i'm not replying to you here Superego). I think Maxgentles quote sums up my feelings on this thread. " people who've never "done drugs" are much more censorious and knee-jerky on the subject than those who have. A bit like the attitudes to that other great social vice, prostitution!" Classic!
The majority of WG's here are not going to admit to drug use it's bad for business-Genghis' reaction is a case in point. I've experimented with most drugs;- I can say that because I don't have a business to protect! These days I am concerned with the legal aspect of getting caught so I take my yearly indulgances in weed and psychotropic substances to countries where they are legal. However I consider my experiences to have been life enhancing and I wouldn't change them for the world.
If you want to read the thread for yourself you can go to the PunterNet website.
Someone asked me when prostitutes can be found on Tooting Bec Common. In an earlier post I said where they could be found. I have also said that you'd be lucky to see one these days. If you go there the chances are that you will come away disappointed.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
In Soho there are many young women who are tall and slender. Some are great beauties. For example, there is Andra who is dark and Mediterranean looking, and there is Meena who is Indian. I have seen both these women for just £22. 10 minutes costs £20, plus a £2 pound tip for the maid. 20 minutes costs £40, 30 minutes costs £60.
Some men may prefer blonde girls. I have seen a couple of blonde Eastern European girls. They are not much to my liking. One of them, Alena, has a look very much in demand, pretty with white teeth and an all-over tan. On the PunterNet forum men rave about her.
With her I felt that it was a soul-less experience. She had an artificial smile. Many people say that having sex with a prostitute is a soul-less experience, but it is rarely so with me. Being with her made me realize how most of my experiences with prostitutes in recent years have been good ones, and reminded me of what it was like decades ago when I experimented with prostitutes in Soho but then stopped.
Probably the most popular woman in Soho at the moment is Paris, judging from the number of PunterNet reports. Meena has many too, and Alena has many. Andra does not have many, although to me she is the most beautiful.
Paris is blonde, but she is English. She is slender but not tall. She is such a fun girl. She gets £25 per 10 minutes, as do all the girls at 4 Old Compton Street. She is so busy that it is often better to book to see her. Usually in Soho it is not necessary to book in advance. Just walk up the stairs and if the girl is free you can see her. Another popular girl there is Angie, who is European.
Another English girl at 4 Old Compton Street is Ritzy, who is a black woman. I have seen her once and found her to be a lovely friendly affectionate girl. She is neither tall nor slender, but I wouldn't mind seeing her again. However, I don't think this will happen because recently I have been going to 8 Greek Street, which has its own attractions. (This is not the place in Greek Street they call The Slaughter House.)
I first started going to 8 Greek Street when I found out that some of the women there give oral sex without using a condom. Amy is a young woman who performs this service. I have seen her twice. However, it is the two older women I will be seeing.
Ivy is a middle-aged woman from the Philippines. She is neither tall nor slender but she is lovely to look at and has a beautiful face. I have seen her twice so far and will see her again. Each time she started with the oral sex without a condom. They wash your cock in the sink before they begin if you request this service. Then she moved on to a hand job. I have found that this gives me the right amount of stimulation to bring me to orgasm.
These older women know how to please a man. You may think that you need viagra to have sex but with these women you don't. They can do things that most women do not know how to do. They can get you erect and bring you to orgasm without a problem.
The other older woman is Lily, who is from the south of France. She is middle-aged to elderly. (No, she doesn't take her teeth out.) These two women have the confidence that comes with age and experience. They are so easy to talk to and I feel no awkwardness when I am with them. I get Ivy to talk dirty to me when she is wanking me. I asked Lily to talk dirty in Marseille dialect but she just talked in normal French.
Ordinary shagging does not give me enough of the right kind of stimulation to bring me to orgasm. I like to see prostitutes even if I know I'm not going to come, although I intend to see Ivy and Lily for the foreseeable future. I pay the minimum amount, £22, and spend 10 minutes having fun. It's worth £22 just to see a beautiful naked woman, to touch her and touch her pussy (although you can't usually put your finger inside). I have never been to a lap-dancing club. I think what I have been doing is better.
I like to lie on my back on the bed and get the girl to sit on my tummy astride me. Well worth £22. There are brothels much closer to where I live but they are more expensive. I did go to a local brothel recently when I found out about one that seems to have just opened. It was a bit shabby. The woman was Cuban and called Alba (or maybe Alva; in Spanish the 'v' is pronounced as a 'b'). I paid £40 for 15 minutes. She started by sucking my cock without a condom. She let me put my finger inside her pussy. She does kissing too, but she said I should give her £100 if I want a good snog. It was a pleasant experience but I don't think I will be repeating it.
My other local brothel is not shabby at all. I have been there a few times over the years but it lacks something. I went to see a girl in Soho recently. As I was going up the stairs the maid from the first floor flat was putting up a notice on the door. She was short and plump but had a beautiful face and I started flirting with her. I went to the second floor to see the girl who I intended to see but she was busy. As I descended the stairs the maid was still there. I told her that if she did not want me then I would come back later. She said that I could have her. She was smiling at me, and I wasn't sure if she was joking.
I should have taken her up on her offer, but I had planned to see the girl on the second floor because she was recommended and I stuck to the plan. But it made me realize how exciting the spontaneous encounter can be. That is why I still long for street girls.
When most men are walking along a street and they see an attractive woman in a short skirt and a skimpy top, they want to go up to her and chat with her and flirt. They want to ask her if there is anywhere they can go and have sex. They want to get her alone and lift up her skirt and pull down her knickers. For most men this is a fantasy. But there are places where you can go where it can happen.
You may say that street girls are ugly but there are two things I can say about that. Firstly, women on crack tend to become more beautiful before they lose their looks. They loose body fat and can have angelic faces. Secondly, lots of 'street girls' aren't addicts and may not even be drug users, as a recent experience of mine on Tooting Bec Common illustrates. Also, you don't have to go with ones you don't fancy.
Last month I went to Tooting Bec Common. I did not expect to see any girls there because of the police crackdown but I was immediately approached by two girls. One was a plump black girl who looked about 25 years old. The other was a thin white girl who looked younger. I was suspicious at first because I thought they might be police.
I said I would go with the older one and she took me along one of the tracks in the undergrowth. She asked me what I wanted and I said I wanted to finger her. She said that it would cost £20 and I said I only had ten. She stopped and lifted up her dress. I thought she wasn't wearing any knickers at first but she was wearing black knickers. We got them down and I started playing with her pussy.
She was smiling and seemed to think it was fun. I asked her if she knew any other girls, hoping she might know Katy or Nicky. She started talking about her friend, then called her over. I asked her why was she doing that. I was a bit wary. The girl came along to see me with my fingers up her friend. The older girl said to the younger girl that I would give her £10 to feel her pussy, but I said that I had not said that. Then I got nervous and said I was going.
I had asked the name of the older girl but I have forgotten it. I have been to the Common since, hoping to see them again. I can see now that they weren't a threat, just two girls wanting to make a bit of money and have a bit of a laugh. It made me realize that there will always be girls like that going to the Common on a sunny summer afternoon. Doesn't matter what Harriet Harman or Amanda Austin say or do.
These two girls are not what I would call street girls. The real street girls that I have known are something different. If you know how to handle them you will not be robbed and they will want to be with you and have fun with you. Some men say that they would never go with a prostitute because they don't want to be with a woman who does not want to be with them.
I have never dared to take up the offer that I have had twice from street girls that I have taken back to my flat. I asked both of them if they have had sex with another girl and they both said yes. They have lost all inhibitions and can enjoy sex with older men and with each other. They have said they can come back and bring another girl with them. It is difficult enough to control one street girl let alone two.
When I started looking at a forum about street girls I got the number of a local street girl from one of the members. He wanted a phone number in return. I gave him the number of Chrissie who I had met on the Common. He suggested that the four of us meet up at my flat. I said I did not want that. I did not know him. It was too much of a risk.
I have read on the forum about the parties they had with this girl, and what they did to her. They like to party, they like loud music. If you are in a flat or a hotel room with a couple of street girls and they have their crack and alcohol and loud music then that is the most fun you are ever going to have. If you dare to do that.
Perhaps you cannot understand the attraction of this. If that is so, then there is something lacking in you. I have no respect for you. If you would never go with a street girl because you lack the imagination to understand the attraction, or you are too frightened, or if you think it is all too sordid, then that's fine. I have no interest in promoting the 'street scene'. I want you to keep away from it. But don't pretend that you are being moral. It isn't a moral position to want to have nothing to do with something or to refuse to discuss it. It isn't moral to not be bothered to try to understand the complexity of an issue while pretending you want to help the 'victims'. I would rather spend time with a street girl than a petty-minded holier-than-thou dimwit.
The first comment seemed to be accusing me of trying to single out prostitutes as a group when there are other groups like health care professionals who may have just as much of an involvement in recreational drug use. I would have thought it would be people who are working in the media or the financial sector who are probably most likely to snort some cocaine on a Saturday night. One of the themes of my blog has been that prostitutes are not so different from other types of people, and different types of prostitute are not so different from each other.
I'm sure that most doctors would say that they don't ever take drugs and they don't know anyone who does. And they would be truthful. Most doctors probably would not snort cocaine at a party. But that is irrelevant to the truth that many doctors and other health care professionals do exactly that. I'm sure that there are many prostitutes who can honestly say that they do not take drugs and do not know any other prostitutes who do. That doesn't mean anything.
What I am saying is that people in the media, the financial sector or health care professionals often snort a bit of cocaine or something else once a week or once a month at a party. Especially if they are young. Escorts are no different from that, except that they are more likely to do it.
Who is more likely to take drugs, a doctor who has worked hard all his or her life dedicated to his or her career, or someone who sucks cocks for money? Obviously the latter. It is doctors whose money is 'earned the hard way'.
On different forums I have seen what escorts have written about their drug use. One woman, a regular contributor to the PunterNet forum, said that she liked crystal meth. You can easily get addicted to cocaine, as Daniella Westbrook and so many others have shown, but crystal meth is so much more dangerous. So maybe you should think about that before you hand over your money to an escort.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Extreme feminists and religious people have a lot in common, although they would not like to admit it. They both take an ideological approach, see everything in black-and-white terms, and don't want to learn anything because they think they know it all already. Ideological approaches always end up harming the people that they say they want to help. They are all hypocrites because if they really wanted to help they would first try to understand what the problems are.
Now it has been decided that there will be no more discussions on the PunterNet forum of the subject of the street scene. I predict that this will make the PunterNet site less credible in the eyes of the general public. Many people will have thought “They discuss prostitution but at least they are willing to show the dark side as well as its more acceptable side”. Now they are not willing to discuss the dark side. They want to make out that it is like Secret Diary of a Call Girl. Hiding the truth will not make anything better.
There were many points raised in this thread that I would like to address. I am no longer able to contribute to the thread because it has been closed. I am no longer able to start a new thread because the subject of the street scene has been banned. So I have to do it here. There were 2 points that I thought were the most important. I will address them both in this posting and then if I can be bothered I can address other points in later postings.
Someone made the point that street girls have enormous problems and that people like me are adding to them. It is not me who is adding to their problems, it is people who want to ban things and drive them further underground.
I have mentioned Amanda Austin, the local resident who campaigned for prostitutes to be removed from Tooting Bec Common. Now it seems that she has achieved her aims. I have only seen 2 prostitutes there this year. This is probably more due to the activities of Harriet Harman and Jacqui Smith than Amanda Austin.
According to Amanda Austin the Common was awash with used condoms and drugs paraphernalia. This was a lie. Tooting Bec Common is a big park and the prostitutes restricted their activities to one small area of the park. The only used condoms that could be seen were in particular areas of the undergrowth. The only drugs paraphernalia I have ever seen in several years of going there was an improvised crack pipe. It was there for many weeks, which just shows that what rubbish could be seen was an accumulation of many weeks-worth.
I often wonder if Amanda Austin and her fellow campaigners ever thing about what has happened to these women, as I do. Perhaps they think that they have all given up drugs. I don't think they care, there seemed to be a lot of hostility to the women from residents, although of course they are always willing to shed crocodile tears if it helps them get their way.
When I first started going to the Common about 9 years ago, there were many women there of different types. I would say 3 different types. There were women who occasionally went to the Common when they had rent to pay or a bill, or because of delays in getting benefits. There were other women who drank or took some drugs but were not addicts, or who would not have considered themselves addicts but recreational users. The third group were the hardened drug addicts who came to the Common because it was a safer and easier option for them than getting into cars at 2 or 3 in the morning in New Park Road or Brixton Hill.
What has happened to these women is different in each case.
The first group will be having even more problems because of the economic downturn (caused by Harriet Harman and her chums) and they will be getting evicted or sitting in the dark or not having gas to cook their children food (Ms Harman is getting 'evicted' soon).
The second group will be shoplifting and committing other crimes. Perhaps the men in their lives will have to do more burglaries. Or maybe selling cocaine to kiddies (there has recently been a big rise in cocaine use among young people). So if Amanda Austin gets burgled and her teenage daughter gets a cocaine addiction like Daniella Westbrook it should not come as a big surprise.
And then the third group will be getting into cars at 2 or 3 in the morning in New Park Road or Brixton Hill and maybe sometimes never be seen again. They are likely to face injury. So I wonder if Harriet and Amanda and their fellow campaigners are proud of themselves about what they have achieved.
Another possibility is the more attractive and more organised women in groups 1 and 2 decide to become full-time prostitutes. Which I'm sure is not what Harriet Harman and Jacqui Smith originally intended.
The woman who made the posting that I am replying to finished by writing 'maybe it's time to go away and rethink your moral standards...?'. Ethics is a branch of philosophy that has occupied the minds of some of the most intelligent people for centuries. They have not come to any conclusions but they always stick to certain rules.
People should base their morality on thinking instead of emotion. They should be informed about issues and be willing to share information and discuss facts and opinions, without being sarcastic or insulting. They should not try to shut people up, either by intimidating them or trying to stop their contribution to the debate.
They should try to understand the consequences of their opinions and actions. If they can see that the consequences of their actions or opinions have increased human suffering then they should not continue to claim that they are altruistic. They should realize that they are not altruistic, or that they are not altruistic enough to be willing to spend a little time listening to others who know more than they do and to think about things a bit. If they are unwilling to see the consequences of their actions, as I think is the case with Amanda Austin, then they are immoral people.
How is it that so many women can be happy to bring so much misery to other women?
The other post that I want to reply to today was made by a man whose contribution was well intentioned but misguided. He said that in a job he had he encountered a street girl who told him that 'she felt that she was worthless and would never amount to anything more in life so took drugs to numb the pain she felt'. This is the sort of thing that drug addicts say to make people feel sorry for them.
The fact is that if you take a drug like cocaine, crack cocaine, heroin or crystal meth you will like it and want more. You are likely to become addicted. It has nothing to do with self-confidence or feelings of worthlessness or whether you spent your teenage years in a children's home or were abused as a child.
People think that addiction will not happen to them. They think “Well, I never lived in a children's home and I don't have feelings of worthlessness, so I'm not going to end up as a street girl”. This is a fatal (often literally fatal) error of thinking. If you think that street girls are only a certain type of unfortunate individual then you are missing an important truth.
Last year on the Common I met a woman in her thirties (I guess) called Alison. She was from Dublin. I asked her if she took crack and she said she did. I asked her if she took smack and she said she did, but only smoked it, not injected it. She said that she used to run a restaurant in Ireland. I told her that I had never taken drugs. She said don't, if you take it and you like it it can change your life. This is the sort of thing I have seen again and again in the years that I have been going to the Common. I have never seen a 'teen runaway'.
The author of this post also said that he would have liked to help this woman but she would not consider rehab. There is a reason for that. The reason for that is that the life of a crack addict is a life of much pleasure as well as pain. You may not want to believe that but people who know about drug addicts know that they are getting too much out of it to give it all up. That might sound like a crass thing to say but it is an important truth to understand. They want to party all the time.
In any case psychological opinion is changing about drug addiction. I had a CBT therapist who had worked with drug addicts. She did not see them as victims. I told her about my involvement with street girls, and that some people see me as an abuser. She could not understand this. She did not see me as an abuser, and none of the street girls have seen me as an abuser, so why should I pay any attention to dickheads?
Of course there are abusers on the street scene. Just like in any kind of prostitution or in any sphere of life. There are men who like to have women under their control and to harm them. But I have always listened to street girls and tried to help them. Just because I fuck them (occasionally) doesn't mean that I can't care about what happens to them. You might say that I am pretending that I am benefiting them and am deluded, but it is not me who is pretending to have their best interests at heart and is deluded.
There will be more abuse of street girls now. Read this from this site http://www.scot-pep.org.uk/
Since the kerb-crawling legislation came in, nobody’s drug dependency or rent arrears or benefit delays have magically cleared up overnight. Women are still working on the streets, but with many of their regular clients avoiding the scene for fear of legal repercussions, they are seeing a greater proportion of unpleasant and violent clients, with a rise in requests for sex without a condom and services at insultingly low prices. Some are resigned to being out all night, since business is slow, they still need to make money, and in some cases they haven’t a hope of meeting their curfews in homeless accommodation. Clients want them to leave their traditional areas and meet them elsewhere, so that the clients won’t be targeted by police; as a consequence sex workers are working in greater isolation with a significant threat to their personal safety.
Friday, July 3, 2009
I would have been willing to do this for a girl. If someone is homeless or living in a squat then this could have been important to her. But I would never have let one stay in my flat, not even for one night.
Men have an attraction towards young women. That doesn't stop when you get older. I have had an attraction towards young women since I was a child and that is not going to change. Men also have an instinct to look after young women. You may not believe that but it is true. You may want to be cynical and think that it is just about lust.
There are plenty of people - especially feminists - who want to see things in black-and-white terms, with women as victims and men as predators. Reality is more complicated than that. You can't even begin to help people if you don't want to understand reality. Men who use prostitutes are not always as bad as they are made out to be, and people who are drug addicts are not as innocent as they would like others to believe.
Monday, June 22, 2009
I went over to her and asked if she was OK. I said she could come and sit next to me on a park bench and we could talk. She said that her name was Zoe. I learned that she took drugs and lived nearby with other people but was not happy where she lived. She offered me a cigarette.
She does have sex with men for money but there was nowhere that we could go to. There was no point in me taking her phone number because she lives in a different part of London to where I live. She said that she was there to meet a friend in a different part of the park and asked me if I wanted to walk with her. I thought this might not be such a good idea so I said no. I didn't know if she was going to meet a man or a woman.
As I was walking away I noticed a woman who looked as if she might be waiting for a punter. I didn't go and talk to her. It makes me wonder is New River park is a place where street girls go to pick up men.
Last week I was walking along Charing Cross Road in central London and I saw a woman I wrote about in a previous post. She had told me her name was Langdon but I don't know if that is her real name. I went up to her and said hello. I was expecting her to not to want to talk to me, as happened the last time I spoke to her.
Instead she was quiet friendly. She asked me where I was going and I said I was going over the road to the Subway fast food place. I asked her if she wanted to come with me. She said yes. I asked her if she wanted anything to eat but she just had a soft drink and I had a coffee.
She seemed to be better dressed than before and looked OK. She didn't want to speak much. She spent a lot of time staring out of the open door, presumably looking at the passing people. I watched her face and sometimes it seemed as if she had remembered something or was thinking deeply about something. I asked her if she needed anything from the shop but she said she did not.
She wanted to know where I was going that afternoon. I asked her if she knew that there was a lovely park near here called Phoenix Gardens. She did not know it and was willing to go with me. When we got there I showed her the sculpture of the horse's head in the foliage and the banana tree. She wouldn't sit down and she put up her umbrella even though it was neither rainy or very sunny.
I asked her if she had been here before and she said no she had not. I asked her if she would like to see the pond. She said she had already seen it but I said there is a much bigger pond over there. We went to see it and I pointed out the shoal of tiny fish. I sat on a bench and she stood there a long time just looking at things.
She wanted to know my address and phone number and she copied them down carefully. Then she went back to looking at the pond, just standing there. After a while I said to her "Would you like to give me your address?" This was a mistake as she looked a bit embarrassed and then said that she was going. Perhaps she did not want me to know that she lived in a hostel. There is a hostel at the northern end of Greek Street, where I have seen her twice.
I am glad that I introduced her to Phoenix Gardens. I hope that she goes there often from now on. Much better than walking the streets. I felt that I had done my good deed for the day. I thought about telling the people working in the gardens about her so that they can look out for her. Perhaps I will see her the next time I go to Phoenix Gardens.
It may surprise you to learn that I like the countryside. I often walk ten miles across open countryside. Sometimes I encounter horses. I like to try and get them to come up to me. Sometimes I think that they will come to me but then something happens and they go away. I get the same feeling from some of the women that I meet in different circumstances.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
She asked me why I didn't want to go with her. Pat seems a nice person and I wanted to be honest with her. I said that I prefer the younger ones like K. and N. She said "I'm not old!" indignantly. I told her that she is not old, but that I just prefer the younger ones.
I don't know how long ago this was, but I saw her again early this year, and she remembered me. I have walked through Tooting Bec Common several times this year on my way to the centre of London. I had not expected to see any women there. I saw an African woman once and a few weeks later I saw Pat. I went and sat next to her and we talked. She said that when I had said to her that I liked younger women like K. and N. she had worried that I might have got robbed. Such women are not safe.
She offered to take me to her flat. I think my curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to see what she had to offer. I asked her if she did oral sex without a condom. She said she did. We had to get two buses to get to her flat, and on one of them a young woman said to her "Hello, you". It was someone she knew from the Common, a young woman who I did not recognize. She was younger and more attractive than Pat. They talked a bit and the woman said that she had not been going to the Common because it just seemed to be the police there now.
We got off the bus and went to her block of flats. Her flat was quite tidy and pleasant enough. I gave her the money, which was twenty pounds. I took off my clothes and lay on her bed. I asked her to give me oral sex without a condom. She didn't want to do it. When I pressed her she said she would try if I gave her more money. I gave her the change in my pocket but she still would not do it. Neither would she let me finger her. So it was a disappointment for me.
I think she had told me that she did oral sex without a condom because she was a bit desperate to get a punter. She guessed that I would not have gone with her if she had been honest with me. I don't think she is a drug addict. It wouldn't surprise me if she was a drinker or if she was on tranquillizers.
I continued my journey to the centre of London. I decided to go and see a woman in Soho who does oral sex without a condom. Most prostitutes in Soho do not give this service, but one place in Greek Street has a couple of women who do. This is not the place in Greek Street that has been called 'the slaughter house'.
I have been to Soho many times recently. There are many places nearer to where I live, but for some reason they seem to be much less value for money. There are some beautiful healthy-looking women in Soho.
I went to the Common a couple of days ago. I was there for an hour or so but did not see any prostitutes. It was a sunny warm day and in the old days I could have expected to see a few. I cannot say that I will never go to Tooting Bec Common again because it is a nice place to be. If I go to Streatham and it is a sunny warm day I will go to the Common too. Or if I am walking through on my way to central London.
However, Soho is more important to me now. I could tell you things about Soho.
Friday, June 19, 2009
One of the women was French and she always had her bike with her. The first time I remember doing anything with Corrinne I told her that I would give her a tenner if she let me finger her. She wasn't happy with this small amount of money. Many of the women would say that they did not do anything for less than twenty, although some would relent. We found somewhere in the bushes and I got two fingers inside her.
I didn't see her for a long time, but she remembered me. I was walking along the main road in Streatham and she was coming out of a side street. I looked at her and would have said hello but she just glared at me.
The next time I saw her on the Common she was coming towards me pushing her bicycle but when she saw me she turned away and went away from me. I walked in the same direction as her and saw her talking to two old men sitting on a park bench. She seemed to know them. There was room on the bench and I sat there and listened in on their conversation. She was saying that she didn't like men who were only willing to offer ten pounds. I thought if she doesn't want their business, all she has to do was to say no.
One of the men told her that Katy was back on the Common. He said something about drugs and said he was glad Corrinne did not do them. Corrinne said that she did take crack but that she didn't let it get out of control.
It was years before I saw Corrinne again, but I saw her on the Common last year. She was quite happy to go with me into the bushes for ten pounds. She said that the police were a big problem now but we found somewhere secluded. I remembered her, but I did not expect her to remember me. She had vague memories of me, she remembered that she had been with me before, but she did not remember that she had disliked me.
A few weeks after I saw Corrinne, I read in my local newspaper about a drug addict called Corrinne who was caught shoplifting. The headline was “Judge orders shoplifter to get drugs help as a priority”. I thought that there can't be many drug addicts in south London called Corrinne. The age given in the paper was 34. This sounds about right. The surname given was 'Fummell'. It's not a French name, but she could have married an English man.
I have been spelling her name 'Corrinne' because that is how it was spelled in the newspaper article, but I think it is more likely that it would be 'Corrine' or 'Corinne'.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Trina has been described as giving the best blow job in south London and she lives in the same area of south London as me. So I was tempted to get her number from one of the other members of the group. The person I chose wanted a phone number in return, and I gave him the number of one of the women I had met on TB Common.
I phoned Trina straight away and she agreed to meet me, although she seemed a bit reluctant because she did not know me. The people that she lived with did not know what she did, she said, and so it was difficult for her to speak openly on the phone. She told me to go to her road and then phone again. Then she came out to meet me. She was very tall and quite pretty, much nicer than most of the women I had met on the Common on recent years. Trina looked about 20.
She took me back to her flat, which looked like a squat. It wasn't squalid, just very bare. She said that there were other people in the flat but that they would be leaving soon. I gave her some money and she went out of the room. She didn't come back for a time and I could hear her talking to somebody. She came back into the room but then went off again. I felt quite uneasy.
Then she came and sat next to me on the bed. She started to kiss me on the mouth. I told her I was surprised that she did 'French' kissing. We kissed for a time, using tongues, and then she undid my belt. She started sucking my cock, without putting on a condom. This went on for a few minutes, but then she jumped up and went to the door because somebody was there.
A big black man came into the room with a broom in his hand. He introduced himself as Ian and said he looks after the girls here. He wanted to know what I wanted with her. I told him we were just talking but he didn't seem satisfied with that. Trina told him that all I wanted was a blow job. This seemed to satisfy him and he went off. When I was alone with Trina I said “What the hell was all that about?”
She seemed to want to continue but I said no. I said I would give her a phone call some time and I went off. I posted what had happened in the group and a couple of people said that something similar had happened to them with Trina. It didn't seem to make any sense to me. All she had to do was to finish me off and then I would have been a happy customer. I should have realized that this kind of logic does not work with drug addicts.
With most people, even people without morals, I usually rely on their sense of self-interest. I would have thought that Trina would have tried to make me happy so that I would have wanted to see her again and she would have had more money that way. However, with drug addicts their sense of self-interest often works only in the short term. Their actions often counteract their long-term interests. This makes them seem to me to be unpredictable and even dangerous. But I hadn't quite learned this lesson yet.
I asked the man who gave me her number if he thought it would be a good idea for me to invite her to come to my flat. He told me that he had never had a problem with her. I also asked the other men in the group and they said to do so would be asking for trouble. They said take her to a hotel instead.
One afternoon I sent Trina a text, asking her if she wanted to come to my flat. There was no reply, so after an hour or two I went out. I had been out for a couple of hours when I got a text from her, saying she would like to meet me. I was far away from home by this time and wanted to continue my walk so I texted her back to say it would have to be another time. Also I was beginning to get cold feet. She sent me many texts that afternoon and I had to explain to her why I could not see her that day.
I did see her another day. I met her at the end of her road. She asked me to give her the money and I explained to her that I could not do that because I had had women walk off with my money before. While we were walking along the road I tried to make conversation and I asked her if she knew D., the local girl who I wrote about at the beginning of this blog. She said that she did. She said that D. was 'a bit mad'.
I also asked her if she knew N., another woman that I wrote about in this blog. She said that she did know a N., but I don't think it was the same one. The last two times I met N. it was not on the Common but in a different area of south London not far from the area where I live.
When I got Trina to my flat it worked out quite well. She would not take her jeans off, but pulled them down. She told me it was because her boyfriend had beaten her up and she had bruises. I took a couple of photographs of her. She was reluctant to let me take a photograph that included her face, but then said that as a special treat I could take one of her face and breasts. However, the batteries went on my camera so that did not work.
It was a while before I invited her back to my flat. I was looking out of my window when I saw her come up to the block of flats on a bike. I was disturbed by her appearance. When I saw her face the first thing I thought of was Nosferatu (a vampire figure in an old horror film). I remembered that a few years ago on the Common I saw N. look like that.
I went to the door of the block of flats. She said she had her friend with her and that he would take the money and then go off on the bike while we went into my flat. I should have said to her that her bringing a man with her was unacceptable. I should have used this as an excuse to get her to go away because I did not fancy her in her condition.
What happened was history repeating itself. Just as with K. a few years ago, I was so surprised and disturbed by her appearance that I could not think straight. I gave her some money, she went to give it to her 'friend' and did not come back. I did not want her to come back.
It was a great pity that it worked out like this. I am sad that she has entered this hell. I am not angry with her. It would have been nice if she had stayed pretty and come to my flat sometimes. I could have snogged and gently fingered her, things that most prostitutes do not allow but I like best of all. But then again when you think what goes into her mouth perhaps it's not such a good thing. She did not charge much money. I never did get my wonderful blow job; the one time she was in my flat I was not relaxed enough to achieve an orgasm. If I had become a regular client of hers it could have worked out well.
Many months after this she started texting me again. She said that she was sorry for what she had done and wanted to come to my flat again. I did not reply to her. I turned off my mobile. When I turned it back on again there were many texts from her. She seemed desperate to make some money. One of the texts said that she was making her way over to my flat. I have never seen her again.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
She started crying and said that she had lost all of her money and would not have any more for a week or so. I said to her "Have you spent all of your money on drugs?". She said no, everybody seems to think that she is on drugs but she doesn't take drugs.
She couldn't even sit up straight on the wall she seemed to be so tired and about to collapse. She took out some sweets from her pocket and tried to eat one. She said she hadn't had anything to eat all day. She seemed very confused and disorientated.
It was getting dark and I tried to find out about her. I asked her if she knew where she lived but she didn't seem to be making any sense. She said that she had been robbed and that her boyfriend was abusive and must have spiked her with a drug that morning.
I had the number of the local police on my mobile but when I tried to ring it there was no reply. I didn't think she could just be left on the street in her condition. I rang 999 because I didn't know what else to do. When the police came the first thing she said was that she is a heroin addict. I asked if they knew her.
They told me there was nothing they could do for her and so I just had to walk away. I told them what she had told me about getting robbed and spiked but they said this was rubbish. I looked back to see what had happened to her. She was striding away from the police so she had obviously perked up.
I can now see that she was telling me things that were not true, but I believe her distress, confusion and disorientation were real. I would have given her a bit of money for her to get home or something to eat if she had been honest with me. I did give her a bit of loose change.
I have not seen a woman in this condition before, although I have met lots of drug addicts. I don't know if she was mentally ill, or if taking drugs has made her mentally ill or if the addiction itself can be thought of as a mental illness. I watched the film 'The Magdalene Sisters' which shows young women incarcerated for basically nothing. Of course this is bad but in our society we have gone in the opposite direction and leave women on the streets in danger of attack, rape, hypothermia, addiction to drugs and alcohol, and STDs. Also they don't take their medication and so have untreated mental illness.
Last year in the summer I was walking along Greek Street in Soho when I saw a woman standing on the kerb. She looked about 30. She was wearing a hooded jacket that seemed to big for her and inappropriate for the warm weather. She was carrying a number of carrier bags some of which seemed empty. She looked homeless.
When I came back along the same road about half an hour later she was still standing in the same spot. I went up to her and asked if she was OK. I asked her if I could buy her a coffee or something. I asked her if she knew anywhere we could go for a coffee.
She led me off to Charing Cross Road and into the local Sainsbury's there. The security guard immediately stopped her and said that she knew she wasn't allowed in there. She pointed to me and said that I would be paying. The guard escorted her back onto the street and explained to me that she had been caught shoplifting before and he thought there was something wrong with her.
She then led me briskly south along Charing Cross Road, not looking to see if I was following. At one point I stopped and let her walk on but after a few paces she turned and said that we were nearly there. She took me to a fast food outlet and started ordering something. I paid for it and also a coffee for myself.
I sat opposite her and she seemed to be intent on eating, although quite slowly. I asked her what her name was and she said 'Langdon' although I doubt that this is her real name. I asked her who looks after her and she said the NHS. I tried to find out about her. At one point I got her to smile. She was quite attractive and child like.
I'm not sure what is wrong with her but my guess is autism. There is a hostel at the north end of Greek Street so I am not sure if she was living there. A couple of months later I saw her again at the southern end of Greek Street. I went up to her and asked if she remembered me. She said she did but it was obvious that she did not want to talk to me. She seemed frightened of me.
I did not anticipate that this could happen. The only thing I could think of was that she said something to somebody - perhaps the staff at the hostel - about how a man had bought her something to eat, and that they had told her this was dangerous.
It's a pity because I would have bought her something else to eat and I would never have tried to have any kind of sexual contact with her. She was obviously not being looked after where she was, getting into trouble with the police and not getting enough to eat. I'm sure that there would be many people in that area who would give her a helping hand without trying to abuse her so it would be a pity if someone has tried to make her afraid of strangers.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
I found a place that had been used by street-girls. I saw an improvised crack pipe. I had noticed the same thing in the same position last week, but this is the first time I have ever seen drugs paraphernalia on the common ever. It is not true, as has been reported on TV, that drugs equipment is found all over the common. I also noticed a used condom hanging from a twig in the same position as last week and a lot of shit.
Someone has been smoking crack and shitting in the bushes. This is a new development. I thought perhaps there must be a disturbed woman around. Last week I did meet a woman. She was a middle-aged African woman, quite plump. Quite well-dressed, didn't look like an addict. I spoke to her but didn't go with her.
Because the mess does not get cleaned up it is easy to think that there is a greater accumulation of used condoms and other items than is in fact the case. If people are so worried about children seeing drug equipment, then why don't they make sure it is cleared away? Not that most people, especially children, would know what a crack pipe is. If a crack pipe is made of rubbish then it looks like rubbish. People don't usually go into the undergrowth anyway.
Cutting away the undergrowth may seem a good plan to stop prostitutes. The effect of it may be to force women to get into men's cars more often, thus making their lives more dangerous.
There will also be an effect on wildlife. Some birds need open ground to feed in but undergrowth to breed in. Clearing away the undergrowth will harm wildlife, especially as the brambles provide blackberries in the autumn. It would be better if local residents forgot about their obsession with prostitutes, and also stopped telling lies.
Another thing I don't like is the way that the park wardens sometimes drive around off-road in their van. This can compact the soil and can lead to the death of some trees. There are some old oak trees there and it would be a pity if they die, especially for such a trivial reason as trying to deter punters.
My guess is that half of all prostitutes who are not street-girls, even the higher-class escorts, take cocaine on a regular basis. It is my belief that no matter which form of prostitution a man may indulge in, the money he pays is likely to be spent in part on cocaine.
Cocaine use is so common in our society now, and is becoming more common. It is accepted in some circles, especially among people who can earn large amounts of money.
Women who take up prostitution have crossed a line that most women would not wish to cross. A woman who is willing to cross that line would be more willing to also cross the line of trying drugs. Trying a drug like cocaine is an easier step to take than trying prostitution, more women have taken it, and more middle-class women.
The sort of men who pay prostitutes are more likely to take cocaine. The sort of men who associate with prostitutes socially are more likely to take cocaine. This will influence many women who take up prostitution.
Any man who pays prostitutes and who thinks that his money will not be spent on drugs is fooling himself. Any woman who takes cocaine and looks at a street girl and thinks "That could never happen to me" is fooling herself. Street-girls in my experience do not become street-girls because they are forced into it by pimps, or been forced onto drugs, or because they have recently emerged from a childhood in care.
They have become street-girls because they have been willing to cross lines, to transgress boundaries. This is because they are fun-loving and don't think that it can happen to them. They don't think. In some cases they will have had some kind of psychological disturbance and have always had a chaotic lifestyle. In most cases that will not be true. It is in the nature of drug addiction that people loose control.
Cocaine by itself is enough of a problem. People who take it think that they can control how much they take and that they will not go on to take crack cocaine, crystal meth or heroin. In most cases people can control it, but you can never tell if it will be you who ends up on the streets.
You may think that it is hypocritical of me to say this when I give money to street girls. I'm not criticising people, I just want people to be clear about what it is that they are doing. If two or three times a year I give a tenner to a street-girl to feel her tits or something else I don't feel that I should be criticised by other punters or by escorts who feel that they are better than me.
I am aware that money paid for cocaine and crack cocaine ends up in the hands of criminals who plant land mines that kill and maim innocent people in South America. Are you? What I have been looking for for a long time is an unmarried mum on a council estate in south London who needs the money to pay rent and bills and Xmas presents for her kids. I would be one of her regular clients and I would be more confident than nearly all punters that my money was not going on drugs. I would stop seeing street-girls and I would stop going to Soho too.