Showing posts with label Chinese massage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chinese massage. Show all posts

Sunday, November 9, 2014

more surprises in Soho

I never know what I'm going to see when I go to Soho. On Friday I wandered around. I often see celebrities there. I saw Bob Mortimer of Vic and Bob fame. Without thinking I raised my hand in greeting, and he looked a bit puzzled as if he was thinking 'Do I know this person or does he just recognize me from the telly?'.

I've seen Bill Nighy sitting outside the Italian deli on the corner of Greens Court. Years ago I saw Suggs sitting outside Bar Italia, and more recently Rupert Everett sitting outside the restaurant next door. I even saw Billie Piper once.

I popped in to the internet cafe in Manette Street hoping to get some ideas about what I could do. Someone had left a comment on the blog about a new Chinese masseuse he had seen. She seemed very intriguing. I decided to try and find her. He didn't give me her name but he'd told me where she works.

I went to the place, said I wanted a massage, and asked who they had there that day. The girl in reception gave me a name that I didn't recognize. I asked if she's new. She said she is, so I handed over my £25 to her and sat down and waited.

A woman came up the stairs and greeted me. She looked around 30 and was reasonably attractive. She led me down to a small room with a massage table. She went out of the room and I took off my clothes. She had a strange massage technique, very vigorous, not the usual Chinese massage at all. I wondered where she had learned it.

I wasn't sure if I was in the mood for anything sexual, but when she asked me if I wanted her to wank me I thought yes. Often the women at these places handle my cock too delicately and it doesn't stimulate me enough. I thought maybe she would grasp it firmly and be quite vigorous. I gave her £20, and then the other £10 that I had in my wallet.

I thought I was just going to get a wank, with her naked or half naked. There's something quite innocent about a pretty Chinese girl wanking a man. That's part of the attraction. What I got from this woman though wasn't innocent. We did things that most Soho walk up girls would never do.

After taking her dress off, she got on top of me and rubbed herself up and down. This is called body to body. Then she started wanking me, encouraging me to touch her. I put my hand between her legs from behind and touched her pussy. I then tried to find her bum hole. I found it and after a while I had my finger all the way up her bum.

She pushed her finger up my bum too. They sometimes do this, and often they refer to it as prostate massage. She moved over so that I could suck a breast. Then she put her face next to my cock and smiled as if she wanted me to come all over her face. All of this without me asking.

I've never been with someone who did all this. My guess is that she's worked as a prostitute for years in Asia. Maybe Singapore, Hong Kong or Shanghai. She's come to England and got herself a job in a Chinese medical establishment and she's determined to make as much money as she can.

I wandered around Soho again and in Tisbury Court I saw a very thin scruffy girl who started talking to me. I told her that I knew who she is. I couldn't think of her name though. I said "You're the missing girl". She told me her name is Elise Langham. A couple of years ago I saw a police poster with photos of people who'd been given ASBOs banning them from Soho. One photo was of a girl who I thought I'd seen around Soho. I Googled her name and there were several newspaper articles about a missing girl who everyone was worried about.

She told me that her ASBO had run out so she's back in Soho. Later on I thought I saw Elise trying to get into a block of flats in Greens Court.

I decided to go and see Lily in Greek Street. By now it was early evening. There were people standing outside pubs in Bateman Street and Greek Street. Anybody wanting to go up the stairs of the walk ups would have to walk past them.

When I came out again a woman said "Did you have a good time?". I ignored her and continued walking. There were a few cheers as I walked away. I've never had that before. So Friday for me was a day of surprises and new experiences.
Tisbury Court

Thursday, May 1, 2014

curiosity killed the cat

I was in Chinatown and Soho yesterday and I didn't intend to spend any money after having spent quite a lot of money last week on massage. However, curiosity as much as anything made me go places and far from getting me into trouble I had a good time.

I have seen a lovely lady in Little Newport Street a few times. Her name is Holly and she is from Thailand. I mentioned this in a couple of places but at least one person said they didn't have a happy experience going there. The first time I met Holly she told me she tends to work several days in a row and then take a week off. It crossed my mind that there may be another woman there, someone not as lovely as Holly, who might also get called by that name. It could be that the maid can't be bothered to give the correct name or that she's cashing in on Holly's good name.

So I thought I would go up there and ask who's there that day. If the maid says Holly then I could go in and maybe it would be a different woman to the Holly that I know. However, it was the same woman I have seen before. I asked Holly if we could do what we did last time I saw her. I didn't want to take all my clothes off and get onto the bed with her. I wanted to sit in a chair near the bed while she showed me her pussy and I wanked myself.

I gave her her £25 plus £2 for her maid. She lay back on the bed, just a couple of feet away from me, and opened her legs wide. She played with her pussy, opening it so that I could get a good look. She has a very attractive pussy and it didn't take long before I got an erection. However, I lost the erection after a while and then my 10 minutes was up. It was a pleasurable experience though and worth the money even though I didn't come.

I wandered around Chinatown and then I started thinking about a woman at a Chinese medical establishment in Charing Cross Road. I'm not going to give her name because she wouldn't want that. I first saw her years ago and I have mentioned her a few times on this blog. Regular readers will know who I mean, her name is the same as a Spanish queen.

One of my readers emailed me after reading last week's post. He said he had been to see the Chinese girl I saw last week a few times, and asked me if I knew anyone else as nice as her. Now that Candy has gone back to China all that I could think to say is to ask him if he has seen the woman in Charing Cross Road.

I hadn't seen her for a long time and someone said she was looking older and fatter. I decided to go there and ask for her. I thought they might say she doesn't work there any more, or that she's not there right now. However, the girl behind the counter said she's available right now. I handed over my £25 for a half hour's massage.

she looks a bit like this
When I saw her I realized that she is just as beautiful as the last time I saw her, as young and as slender. She took me down the stairs and though a warren of corridors to the massage room. When she'd done my back and I turned over she asked if I wanted hand relief. I asked how much it cost. She said £20. I asked what else she did. I had heard she does a lot more than anything that I had asked for. She asked me what I wanted. I put my hand to my mouth and mimicked oral sex. She said £50.

I decided to go for the hand relief. I didn't think it would work because usually when I plan to go somewhere I refrain from masturbating for a few days. This makes it more likely that I will achieve orgasm. I had had a wank that morning though, not planning on going anywhere for sex adventures.

To begin with I couldn't even get an erection. Then I decided to think about Holly and her pussy. I imagined myself kneeling on the floor and inserting my erection into Holly's wet pussy. Without a condom. Imagined all the sensations, the slipperiness and the warmth. I was feeling this in my cock as the Chinese woman was wanking me. She was using a lot of warm oil. The occasional squelching sound helped a lot.

I moved my pelvis up and down a little bit. She was doing something intensively to the end of my cock while gripping the base with the other hand. I was still thinking of Holly's pussy as I ejaculated. After she cleaned me up I put on my clothes. I was about to go out of the door when she indicated to me that I had forgotten to pay her the £20 that we had agreed.

I have often thought that I might forget to pay the extra money for the sexual services, and I have often wondered what they would do if this happened. Would they perhaps rugby tackle me to the floor and shout something like "Oi, you pervert, you're not going anywhere. I've just developed RSI giving you you're orgasm and now you 'pretend' that you've forgotten to pay me!"

Well, I found out what they do, or at least what she does. She gave me a smile, inclined her head to the side and lifted an open hand close to her face, pursing her lips. I apologized and handed over a £20 note, then we kissed on both cheeks and she showed me up the stairs and out the door.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

in search of the perfect Chinese massage

On Tuesday this week I went to Chinatown. Someone had given me the name of a Chinese girl who he likes and has recommended. She is called **** and she works at a place called Love Health in Shaftesbury Avenue. I looked for Love Health but was a bit confused because it seems to have changed it's name to Lasting Health. It is at number 65.

I wasn't sure if I was at the right place but I went in and said 'Is **** here today?' to the person behind the counter. I was told that the young woman standing there is ****. **** is tall and slender, and she was wearing a short black dress that made her look very sexy. She has quite a nice face too. I paid for a half hour massage, which I think was £25.

**** showed me into a small room with a massage table. The room is a bit grotty, the whole place is a bit seedy. I got undressed and lay face down on the massage table. **** came in and we began. I can understand why some people would like ****, but I wasn't feeling turned on. When the time came for her to ask me if I wanted her to masturbate me, I told her not today. I said I would come back another time and we could have an hour together and we would do it then.

She told me she doesn't do anything else apart from masturbation. She said she doesn't take her dress off. But that might be just what she told me.

I walked around Chinatown and Soho, and bought some lunch in Berwick Street market. Someone else had given me a recommendation. ****** at San Ling, 50 Goodge Street. I am not that familiar with Goodge Street, and it's a bit of a walk from Soho and Chinatown, but I thought I would try it. When I went in to the place there was a man and a young woman sitting behind the counter.

I said to the man 'Is ****** here today?'. He said that she isn't. I said 'What days does ****** do?'. He said that ****** has gone away for a while. I looked a the girl and she said 'I'll give you a massage!' and giggled. I decided not to though. Before I walked out of the place I said to her 'You're *****, aren't you?'. She said she was. I said 'I have been with you before' and 'I'll wait for ****** to get back'. I was in two minds about it, I had forgotten how pretty ***** is.

A couple of weeks ago I had been to this place. The girl had taken me into one of the rooms. I was quite pleased, she is young and pretty. After some massage she asked me if I wanted her to masturbate me. I said yes but that I only had £20. She started playing with my willy and hitched up her top, showing her breasts and encouraging me to fondle them. After she had been wanking me for a while, to my surprise she bent over and put my cock in her mouth and sucked. I don't know if she was encouraging me to come, or if she just felt like it. I hadn't asked for it and she hadn't put a condom on.

She had told me then that her name is ****, and the man who had recommended the place said he thinks she is also called *****. I enjoyed my time with ****/*****, it was a nice experience, but I hadn't managed to orgasm with her. There are two or three of these places in Goodge Street, and it seems to be quite a short street. People have no idea what goes on in these places.

So on Tuesday I was wandering round, wondering where I should go next. I had turned **** down and turned ***** down. I thought that I will go back to Goodge Street in a few week's time. If ****** is there I will go with her. If ****** is not there but ***** is, then I will go with *****. Then I remembered that there is a place that I have thought of checking out. Not because it has been recommended, but because I have seen it often as it is opposite my bus stop in Holborn. It always looked so plush, so one day when I was waiting for the X68 I crossed to road and asked if they did massage.

I thought it would be an interesting experience whatever happened and although I wasn't sure they did 'happy endings' I went there. It is called Gin Sen. When I went in there was a very young woman who looked about 17 behind the counter. She was wearing a white coat like a doctor. I said I would like half an hour massage and I think it was £30. I thought if she is going to massage me that will be good.

She took me along a corridor and then stopped. She shouted 'Cece! I've got a half hour massage for you'. She encouraged me to continue along the corridor. I was expecting a Chinese woman, but instead there was a tall blonde woman, who looked and sounded as if she could be Scandinavian. I went into the room with her. It is just as plush behind the scenes as it is at the front. The room was quite large and nice, and warm.

Cece was quite attractive but she wasn't wearing a sexy short dress so she wasn't an immediate turn on. Also she seemed quite businesslike and didn't smile. She asked me what sort of massage I wanted, she said that with a half hour massage she usually does just the neck and shoulders, but she will massage me where I want. I didn't feel that I could tell her that what I really wanted is hand relief.

She went out of the room and I took my clothes off and got onto the massage table. I thought it would probably be best for me to keep my underpants on. Cece came in and started on my shoulders. I asked her what her name is and she said people call her Cece (I don't know how she would spell that) which is a contraction of her real name. I said 'Would you mind if I asked you what part of the world you come from?'. She is Serbian, which surprised me.

She didn't seem to want to have a conversation, so I just enjoyed the massage. It was different from other massages that I have had, it felt different and was almost painful at times. She seemed very professional about what she was doing. After about 10 minutes there was a knock on the door. Cece went to the door and talked to someone. She told me she had to go, and I think she hadn't realized that someone had booked her at a particular time. I thought what she said was that a Chinese girl would come in and continue the massage, but I wasn't sure.

I turned onto my back, lay there on the table for a few minutes, and decided that I would take my underpants off and cover myself with the towel that was there. Another few minutes passed and there was a knock on the door. A Chinese woman came in. She looked about 30 years old and was quite plump. She wasn't pretty, but was quite sweet. She started to massage me, moving the towel so that my penis was uncovered. I started to get an erection. After a few minutes she pointed at my willy and asked me if I wanted her to massage me here. I said yes. She wanted £30, but I told her I only had £20. She said she would do it. She didn't look happy about what she was doing, but she seemed eager to please.

I did ask her what her name is, but I have forgotten. She didn't speak English very well. She put some oil on her hands and started wanking me. I got an erection almost straight away, and she moved her hand up and down my cock. I didn't feel as if I was going to be able to come like this, and I put my hand on my willy and started wanking myself while she stood next to me. I still didn't feel that I was going to be able to come this way, and I tried to think of a good sexual fantasy that would make me more aroused. It was only when I concentrated on one particular secret sexual fantasy that I felt something is beginning to happen and if I keep going I am going to come.

I wanked myself furiously while the Chinese woman stroked my legs and my chest. Eventually I felt a rush of pleasure, my body contracted in spasms and I ejaculated copiously. I lay back on the table and looked at the Chinese woman. She used lots of absorbent paper to mop up the semen from my belly. Then she said she would get a hot towel for me. She went out of the room and came back with a hot wet towel, wiping my belly, chest and legs with it. I had been with this woman for what must have been more than half an hour.

When I got up I went over to my clothes, took out my wallet and gave the woman a £20 note and then a £5 note. I was pleased with her and wanted to reward her. That was all the money that I had in my wallet. As I was walking along the corridor on my way out, a young woman in her 20s was being shown along the corridor. She would probably be going to get acupuncture or massage for medicinal purposes. I thought she probably doesn't have a clue that men are getting wanked off in these rooms. I wondered if anyone like her might ever wonder if she can smell semen when she's getting her treatment. I wondered what she would think if she knew what goes on in there, and if it might be a turn-on for her, or a turn-off. I could imagine that for a woman it could be a secret sexual fantasy to be a Chinese girl holding a man's erection in her hand and wanking him off.

On Tuesday I went to perhaps the grottiest Chinese medical establishment that I had been in, and then to the most luxurious one I had been in. I hadn't expected to have an orgasm that day, often I am unable to do so even though I want to. I always have fun even when I don't manage to come, and on Tuesday I had more fun than I had expected.

I have removed the names of the women who offered me a sexual service. They probably would not like to have their names mentioned. When I thought only a few people would read this post I wasn't bothered, but I noticed that anytime anyone Googles the words chinese massage happy ending soho then this post comes up on the first page. So more people are reading this than I realized.

UPDATE: I went to Gin Sen again. I thought I was in luck when the young pretty girl on reception offered to massage me because they were busy. She wasn't the same pretty young girl on reception as before. However, I just got a straight massage with no offer of a 'happy ending' or anything else. I was on my front the whole of the half hour and I didn't even get a chance to look at her let alone talk to her and ask her her name. So I can't recommend Gin Sen. It's likely that you won't get anything sexual there, just a straight massage.

Lasting Health has closed down.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Lily and Cherry

Usually I only see a woman that I have seen before or one who has been recommended. On Tuesday however I went to two different places and saw whoever was there. I was lucky, because I met two lovely young women.

The first place I went to was a Chinese medical establishment in New Oxford Street. Normally I wouldn't identify one of these places or any of the women who work there. Most of these Chinese places offering acupuncture and herbal treatments as well as massage would not want people to know that anything sexual happens on their premises. This place is a bit different.

I had got some information from readers of this blog about a place in Charing Cross Road that I have been to several times and posted on. One is that Claire is no longer there, but also that she would take her clothes of for payment. When I had seen Claire she had not offered to do this for me. Perhaps she only did it for her regular customers. If I had known this I would have gone to see her again. The other information is that Kelly doesn't offer anything sexual. I had been to see Kelly when I wanted half an hour straight massage and no sexual services had been offered.

So it does seem that some Chinese women who give massage don't offer anything extra, and some offer a limited sexual service. The place I went to on Tuesday is different, you can get pretty much whatever you want. I had heard about this place a few times, it used to be called San Ling. When I went in there the receptionist asked me what kind of massage I wanted. She told me to go downstairs to one of the rooms and she would join me.

I went down the stairs and there were two young women sitting on a sofa. I said hello to them and then tried to find the specified room. It smelled a bit musty but it seemed clean enough. I went in and the receptionist came in after me. I had already told her I wanted a wanted a 45 minute massage, which is £35. She asked me if I wanted a body-to-body massage where the woman is naked. I said I would. She asked me what else I wanted. I said that I'm not sure what you call it, a 'happy ending'? She said yes. I gave her £75 in all and she left.

This is different from other places where I have been to. Usually it seems that the receptionist has no idea what is going on, and what happens is a private agreement between the masseuse and her client. I took off all my clothes and sat on the massage couch. I had thought that the receptionist might be the one giving the massage, but in walked a beautiful smiling young woman. Her name is Lily and she is half Chinese and half Japanese.

She asked me to lie on my front on the massage couch and she started the massage. Some time later I could hear what sounded like her taking her clothes off. She got on top of me, continued to massage me and pressed her body onto mine. Then it was time for me to turn over and get a good look at her. I think she is lovely, although some would say she's a bit podgy and her breasts are a bit on the small side. That is fine with me though. She has lots of pubic hair as do most of these oriental women.

She is very smiley and friendly and asked me what I would like. She told me she could give me oral sex. I think she said it would be without a condom, but I'm not sure. She said that I could fuck her if I wanted. I think she said it would be another £20 for each of these. I told her I didn't have any more money. She asked me how much money I had and I told her I only had £5.

Lily put some oil on my willy and started to masturbate me. I wanted her to talk dirty to make it more exciting. I told her that next time I'm going to fuck her. She knew how to make it more exciting for me and she put one foot on the couch and started playing with her pussy. She did this quite vigorously, moaning and saying "Next time you fuck me, yeah?". She got onto the couch with me, sitting astride it facing me, and wanked me.

Later on that day I wanted to go somewhere else. I was hoping Ivy might be at 8 Greek Street. I have seen her a couple of times this year. I like 8 Greek Street because the pricing structure is simpler than all the other walk ups in Soho. You pay £20 for each 10 minutes, and you don't get charged extra if you want to do different things.

I had been to see Monica at 70A Berwick Street a week or two before. I told her I would like her to play with my willy till it gets big and then I would like to fuck her. If I had asked for just one of these things she would have charged me £20, but the two of them together meant I had to pay another £10. It was the same when I had seen Rebecca at 1 Bateman Street.

If I had wanted 20 minutes instead of 10, Monica would have charged me £50 instead of £20, even if I had wanted to do only one thing. While I was waiting for Monica I took a photo of the 'menu' that they have on the wall explaining their charges. You can click on this picture to get a bigger picture
Ivy wasn't there at 8 Greek Street so I thought I would try Cherry. Cherry is a nice young Romanian woman, not the most beautiful or raunchiest of women in Soho but I liked her. She was wearing a nurses uniform, which is unusual because they usually charge more for wearing uniforms. It was white with a little red cross on the chest. I don't think she knew it was a nurses uniform because at the end when I was putting my clothes back on and she was sitting on the edge of the bed I said "You look like a nurse". She said "Thank you". I said "Do you know what a nurse is?". She looked confused so I said "Works in a hospital?". Her English isn't bad but it's not fluent.

I lay on the bed and Cherry lay next to me. She played with my will till it got hard and then got a condom out. She put the condom on and we changed positions so that she was lying on the bed with me kneeling between her legs. She put some lubrication onto the condom and I lowered myself down on top of her. She took my erection in her hand and guided it into her pussy.

Later we lay on the bed together till my time was up. I wanted to finger her so she put some lubricant on the end of my index finger. I moved my finger up and down the cleft of her vulva, onto the clitoris, and then gently into her vagina. Most women in Soho would not allow this.

I had spent nearly £100 that day. £75 to Lily and £22 to Cherry. It would have been better for me to spend half an hour at either 8 Greek Street or the House of Divine. This would have cost me £60. I liked Chinese massage when I thought that it was something different from prostitution. Now it seems just the same so there's no point. I would still go to see Claire again though if that was possible. Perhaps I could persuade her to take her dress off. As the great comedian Max Miller once put it in a poem.

I like the girls that do
I like the girls that don't
I hate the girl who says she will
And then she says she won't.

But the girl that I like the best of all
(I think you'll say I'm right)
Is the girl who says she never would
But looks as though she might.

Friday, March 2, 2012

encounters with angels

This week I have seen two young women who are beautiful and delightful. On Tuesday I saw Rebecca in Bateman Street Soho. Rebecca had been recommended but I got a surprise when I saw her. She must be the prettiest girl in Soho, and she has a natural beauty which is what I like. Many of the women in Soho are quite tarty looking which doesn't do it for me.

The walk up in Bateman Street is one of the seediest in Soho so I wasn't expecting much. Rebecca is quite young-looking and could easily pass for a teenager although she told me she is in her 20s. She is small and slender, with smallish pert breasts. She has brown straight hair which is about shoulder-length. She has a nice all-over tan and a tatoo of a scorpion on her waist near her hip.

Rebecca is from Lithuania but her English is very good. I opted for a handjob, gave her the £22, and took off my clothes. I lay on the bed and she got on with me. She kept her red bra and knickers on to begin with, but when I asked her to take them off she did. She said she usually keeps them on if it's just a handjob. While she was wanking me I looked at her lovely face and chatted with her.

I had seen a sign on the wall that said 'Uniforms £10 extra' and I asked her if she had a schoolgirl uniform. She said she had and I said I would like to see her again but this time in her schoolgirl uniform. She asked me if I liked young and I said I like women of all ages.

Afterwards when I went down the stairs and onto the street there were people sitting outside the pub on the opposite side of the street. I wondered if they like to notice the men coming and going and comment on them.

Rebecca works a couple of days a week in Bateman Street and another couple of days a week round the corner at the Greek Street walk down.

On Wednesday I thought I would have a Chinese massage. I had a recommendation for a woman at a Chinese medical establishment in Charing Cross Road. I'm not going to give her name because I don't think she would want me to mention her on the internet. I shall just use her initial, which is C. I went into the medical centre and asked if C. is here today. The girl behind the counter said yes and that she would be available in 20 minutes. That was a bit of luck as she might not have been there that day or she might have been fully booked.

I went away and grabbed something to eat, returning at the appointed time. After sitting for a couple of minutes C. came into the room. She is tall and pretty, and was wearing a black dress with black tights. She is slender, and looked quite sexy in a smart secretary kind of way. She looks about 20 and has a lovely smile.

C. took me through a doorway and I was expecting that we would go down stairs, along corridors and into a small room. This is what had happened the only other time I had been there, when I saw I. However, there was a larger room on the ground floor and we went in there. She busied herself with making things ready and asked me if I had seen her before. I said I had not and she asked me why I had asked specifically for her. I told her that a friend of mine had seen her. I didn't want to say that people had been discussing her wanking skills on the internet.

She asked me what my friend had said about her, and I told her he had merely told me that she is good at massage. She invited me to undress so I took off all my clothes including my underpants. The room was warm and dimly lit. I lay on the massage table face down and put my head into the little hole. The table had been covered with paper.

She started on the massage and asked me how firm I wanted my massage to be. I told her I wanted a firm massage and she got to work on my shoulders and neck. It was almost painful at times but pleasant. She used oil and worked her way down my back. She massaged my bum and legs, several times moving her fingers between my buttocks. I even wondered if she was going to put a finger up my bum. Some say that moving between buttocks is a sign that the girl is willing to wank you.

I couldn't chat to her with my head in the hole so I just enjoyed the massage. When she asked me to turn over we could talk. Without me having to ask her, she asked me if I wanted her to do something with my penis. I said that would be nice. I had thought I might have to say something like 'My friend told me that you played with his willy'. She said something like 'What about a tip, let's say £20?'.

She was quite smiley and giggly, and seemed slightly embarrassed, but very friendly. I thought I would try and put my hand on the back of her leg. She didn't seem to mind that so I moved my hand up further. Eventually I got my hand up her dress and felt the gusset of her tights, her bum and between her legs. I don't think she usually allows this. I. however is willing to strip off for an extra £20, and apparently she will suck and maybe even fuck.

When it was over I put my clothes back on and she talked to me while tidying up. I remembered to give her the £20 that we had agreed. We had been discussing Chinatown which is just across the road. She asked me if I have been to Hong Kong. I said no and she said you don't need a visa to go to Hong Kong, you need a visa to go to China, but not Hong Kong. I said 'Do you need a visa to go to Chinatown?' which she thought very funny and laughed.

Then she escorted me to the front door. I got a final look at her legs while I was following her. So it's been a good week. I have had sexy encounters with two lovely girls, more lovely than I had expected. So lovely they deserve to be called angels.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

even more Chinese massage

After my recent experiences of Chinese massage I didn't intend to try it again. Although Anchee in Bethnal Green seemed tempting (she is said to be the best value in London). I had enjoyed these experiences, especially with the girl in Charing Cross Road, but they had not lived up to my hopes.

On the PunterNet forum someone was asking about a Chinese medical establishment closer to where I live. I often take a short bus ride to Croydon town centre and I have often walked past this establishment, sometimes wondering if they offered massage with a 'happy ending'. This man was saying that he had a massage there but although he had been totally naked there did not seem to be anything else on offer. A couple of people had replied to him, but none had got the happy ending they had hoped for.

I decided I would give it a go. At least I would get a nice massage. I went in there and I could see a young Chinese woman in a white coat talking to some people. She looked as if she was in her late 20s and was of above average attractiveness. When she had finished talking to these people about herbs or something I asked if I could get a massage here. She said yes and told me the price. She said I should come back in half an hour.

When I returned she asked me to pay the £20 for the half hour massage I had asked for. She showed me into a medium sized room with a massage couch in it. There were wall charts showing the human body and the acupuncture points. She said I should undress and lie down on the couch and she would come back. The couch was covered in paper and there was a hole for the face. I lay there what seemed to be a long time. I could hear her talking to someone. There was Chinese music playing.

She came into the room and apologized for keeping me waiting. She asked if I wanted a soft or a firm massage and then started on my shoulders and neck. She seemed to be the only person working there and once or twice she had to leave the room. When someone comes through the front door a bell rings and she has to see who it is.

She worked her way down my back and then started massaging my bum. I had decided it would be prudent to keep my underpants on and she was pulling them down a bit to work on my bum. I said that I could take them off if it would be easier, and she said she could take them off for me, which she did.

After working on the back of my legs she said I could turn over. I hadn't said much to her up to now with my face in this hole, but now we could have a bit of a conversation. She asked me if I had ever had Chinese massage before. I told her I hadn't, but I have a friend who goes to Chinatown and has a massage there.

Towards the end of the massage I wanted to find out what else was on offer. I had to be careful what I said as I didn't want to offend her. I told her that when my friend goes to Chinatown he sometimes gives the girl some more money and she massages him 'down here' and I pointed to my willy. She said "We do that here too". I asked her how much that would cost and she said £15.

At the end of the massage she left me in the room to get dressed and when I came out she was behind the counter. I thanked her and asked her for what her name is. She said J. I'm not going to give her name or her location because usually these women would not welcome people knowing what they do.

This was last week and yesterday I went back. Again she was busy talking to someone and she asked me to come back in an hour. When I came back she came out of one of the rooms where she was with someone and said I could wait for her in the other treatment room. After about 10 minutes she was ready for me. She said that she had been putting a candle in a woman's ear.

I said I wanted an hour massage. This was £35. I had some £10 notes and I started counting them out. She said she had some £5 notes if I needed some change. I told her I wanted to pay the extra £15. She said she remembered that I wanted something extra.

As before, she started on my shoulders and neck. She remembered my name and that I wanted a firm massage. As before, she worked her way down my back and then worked on my bum. Then I heard what sounded like her putting on a latex glove. I had noticed while I had been waiting that there was a box of latex gloves. I wondered if she was going to put her finger up my bum. That's exactly what she did. I hadn't asked for this or expected it. I was happy to have a new experience. Maybe that was her way of telling me that she also does prostate massage. I don't know.

When I turned over she asked if I was warm enough. To begin with I was, but later I did start to shiver a bit and she put a couple of towels over me. I asked her about herself and she told me she had studied six years in China to do this job and she had been in London about 10 years.

When I had been with I. in central London I had asked her strip for me and I had given her the extra £20 she asked for that. I had touched her bum and her pussy. When I had been with L. in central London I had got her to pull down her shorts and I had touched her bum and her pussy. With J. however I didn't feel that I could ask for that or even that I wanted that.

After working on my chest and tummy she started on my genital area. She started prodding around the area and then I could feel her gently holding my penis. She was using oil or lotion and started moving her hand up and down. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to get an erection and after a while I asked her if it was getting big. She said it was. I looked and I could see it was semi erect. We continued and I could feel that it was starting to work. I had been worried that I wouldn't be able to come but it didn't take long before I felt the intense pleasure that made me jerk and groan for several seconds.

It worked out better than I had expected. I achieved orgasm. The massage was good too. I hadn't had to pay that much money. The process was quite simple. What I don't like about the 'sensual massage' scene is that you often don't know what to expect. It seems that some men will go to see a woman, not ask for anything extra and not get anything extra, but leave a tip in the hope that next time they might be offered what they were hoping for. Or they might get something extra and not be asked to pay extra but they will pay a suitable tip because they know that if they don't then they probably aren't going to get it next time. I can't be bothered with that. So I was very happy with my experience with J. and I would like to see her again.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

finding out more about Chinese massage

I have been intrigued for some time by Chinese massage establishments. The idea that you can get a massage from a pretty Chinese girl and if you're lucky she will be willing to masturbate you to orgasm. I tried a couple of these places in Soho and Chinatown, as I have related in previous posts on this blog, but what put me off is not knowing how much I would end up paying. So I never got my 'happy ending'.

Often when I walk around Chinatown I am offered a leaflet by a girl standing outside one of these places. These Chinese medical centres don't just offer massage, they have herbs and acupuncture too. Inside there are jars of herbs on shelves and people in white coats looking like doctors. In Little Newport Street there are a couple of these, and I noticed two women offering massage like the others but they didn't seem to have an establishment or any leaflets.

The first one I noticed was an old woman, then another time a younger one. Then I saw the two of them together. The younger of the two is quite attractive. I was intrigued, wondering what they were up to. Was this some kind of scam? I have been told that there are various little scams involved in Chinese massage, such as having a clock set some time earlier than the correct time so that you get less time than you paid for.

I wondered what would happen if I were to accept their propositions. I had an image in my mind of being shown into a room, asked to pay and then told to undress, and they running off with my money and maybe my clothes too. I started a new thread on the PunterNet forum, and someone cleared up the mystery. The older one is called Rose and the younger one is called Cindy. They used to work at other places but have set themselves up in their own place. They give a very good service I'm told.

Now they have a sign up, and just yesterday I noticed a pretty young girl outside on the street. She could have been a teenager. She asked me if I was interested in a massage. I asked her the price, and if it would be with her. She told me it would be someone else giving me the massage. They are at 11 Little Newport Street. There is a doorway and some stairs that are shared by a cab company.

I was thinking of going to see Rose or Cindy, but I got a tip from someone about a girl in Charing Cross Road. So on Thursday last week I went there. It is a proper Chinese medical centre, quite a big one. I got there about 11.30 am and I said "Is I. here today?". I'm not going to identify her because usually they don't want that. He said she will be here at 12 mid-day if I want to book to see her. I went and had a coffee and something to eat.

I returned just before mid-day and I paid the £25 for the half-hour I'd booked. I sat and waited. There was nothing sleazy about this place; nobody would know what goes on. An older man and woman in white coats were talking to each other in Chinese. I. turned up a few minutes late and I was asked to follow her through a doorway. She was chatty and smiled a lot. She looked as if she was in her early 20s and was attractive. She led me down some stairs and through a maze of corridors with little rooms off them. Eventually we came to the room we had been allocated. The massage couch took up a lot of the room.

She suggested I take off my clothes while she got ready. I got onto the couch face down and she asked me if I wanted a hard or a soft massage. The couch had been covered with paper so it was all quite hygienic. She had put some soothing Chinese music on. After a while I. asked me if I just wanted my back done. I said no and I turned over. I asked her if she could play with my willy and she said yes and that it would cost me £20.

I agreed to this and she took my willy into her hands. She put some oil onto it and squeezed and moved her hands up and down. She was smiling and giggling, looking at me in the eyes and being flirty. After a couple of minutes I still didn't have an erection. She suggested that she take clothes off, for another £20. I wasn't sure, I thought she might have meant just her top. Her English is OK but not that good. When I agreed she stripped off until she was totally naked, giggling all the time.

Almost immediately I got an enormous erection and I. got to work on it. I asked her if she could talk dirty for me. She said she was willing to learn and she would try. One of the things I asked her to say was "Let me see your sperm". She asked me "What is 'sperm'?". I said it's the thing that men have inside them that squirts out the end of their willies, and I made appropriate gestures with my hands. She said "Ah, yes" and then "Let me see your sperm. Let me see your SPERM!".

It was all great fun, but despite I.'s best efforts I didn't manage to have an orgasm. When I put my clothes on I gave her the two £20 notes that I'd promised her. She suggested that I come to see her again, and perhaps for an hour this time. I definitely wanted to see her again.

I thought that if I refrain from masturbating for a few days before my next encounter then my chances of achieving orgasm would be much greater. Although I wanted to see I. again, I had got a couple more tips about Chinese women. There is a woman in Bethnal Green called Anchee who gives an hour massage including a happy ending for just £40. I had her phone number but when I called her she said she was on holiday. At least I think that's what she said, her English was not very good and it was difficult to understand what she was saying.

Someone told me about a new place in Paddington. A woman called L. there gives everything short of full sex for £40, although I would also have to pay the cost of the massage. I was told that the standards are higher there, in terms of cleanliness and other things, than most similar establishments.

I went there yesterday. As I was standing outside a woman went in. She wasn't young or pretty and was a bit short and dumpy. If that's the sort of woman they have here then I'm not interested, I thought. But then I thought maybe she's the receptionist. I went up the stairs and indeed the woman I'd seen greeted me from behind a counter, and there was a younger woman sitting there. I said "Is L. here today?" and she said yes. She asked me how long I wanted and I said half an hour. I was asked to pay £30 and then shown into a room.

The room smelled a bit musty. It had a shower in it but there was no extractor fan. This place wasn't what I expected. I thought that if this is one of the better places then I wouldn't like to see the other ones. The woman at reception came in and told me she was L., which surprised me. I didn't know if she was telling the truth. However, she looked better up close than she had before, so I though I might as well enjoy myself while I am here.

I was sitting on the massage couch naked with her standing right in front of me. She asked me what kind of massage I wanted. I said I wanted her to massage me here, and pointed at my willy. She smiled and giggled. I lay down on the couch and she started wanking me. I touched the back of her legs and her bum and after a while tried to pull down the zip on her shorts. She indicated that she could take her top off but I said no I wanted the shorts down.

She pulled her shorts down and then her knickers without taking them off. While she was wanking me I put my fingers between her bum cheeks wondering if I could get my finger up her bum. She leant forward and smiled at me. She put her face up close to mine and kissed me on the lips. I asked her if she wanted to see my sperm squirting out and she said she really did.

It was all very lovely, so it was surprising that after a while I lost my erection. I sat up and said "I want to look at you down here", looking at her between the legs. She told me that would cost more money. I said that I didn't want to spend more money that day. I asked her how much time I had left and told her to massage my back for the remaining time.

It seemed to last longer than 30 minutes and I had only spent œ30. Afterwards she asked me how I found out about her. I told her they had been talking on the internet about this place and someone had sent me a private message giving her name. When I was about to go she put her finger to her lips and said "Don't tell anyone what I do".

In the corridor on the way out a young woman emerged from one of the rooms. I looked through the open doorway into the room and saw another girl sitting on the couch in a short skirt. I don't know what they had been getting up to. Maybe practising on each other.

I remember once I was walking around Chinatown and I looked through a window and I saw a teenage girl sitting in a massage chair with another girl standing behind her massaging her shoulders, and another one standing behind her massaging her shoulders. I suppose they have to amuse themselves while waiting for a man.

I wondered what to do with myself for the rest of the day and I decided to get the tube to Soho. Wandering around. I noticed that Ivy was at the walk up in Greek Street. I went up and told her I wanted to spend 20 minutes with her for £40. Before we got down to business I sat on the edge of the bed and asked her to stand next to me so we could have a cuddle. I lay on the bed and she sat naked between my legs and started wanking me. She grasped my erection much more firmly than I. or L. had done. She said, over and over again, "Fuck the pussy darling, fuck the wet pussy. My pussy is so wet for you. Fuck it! Fuck it hard!".

It didn't take long before I could feel it starting to work and then I began ejaculating copiously. I looked up and I could see my cum all over her hands together with the oil. We cleaned me up and I asked how much time we had left. She told me just a few minutes and asked if I wanted to cuddle. I told her that I had been for a Chinese massage but hadn't managed to come, and that she could achieve what they could not.

Ivy said "I think you could give me a massage" and I said "I'll do anything you want". So she lay on her tummy and I massaged her back for a few minutes. Then my time was up. Ivy will be there today, and next week she will be there Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. After that I don't know.

I might go for some CWT (Chinese Wanking Therapy) again. If Ivy isn't there, and often she isn't. I'm not going to spend much money on it though. It's still pleasurable, even when I don't manage to come. I can try and get them to do it just the way I like it.

Monday, July 19, 2010

lots to do in Soho on Saturday

There were a number of things I had planned to do in Soho on Saturday. I wanted to visit the new food market that had opened the previous Saturday in Rupert Street and Winnett Street. It's only open on Saturdays.

I also wanted to participate in the Soho Street Food Fair on over the weekend. I needed to buy a voucher from Hummus Bros in Wardour Street as I hadn't bought one over the internet. Once I had bought my voucher I would be able to go to the eight different food outlets and sample their delights. Hummus Bros didn't open till midday though so I had time for a coffee and something to eat, visit the market, and visit Nina.

Having had a coffee and seen the market I headed for Chinatown. When I got to Little Newport Street there was a woman I hadn't seen before standing in the doorway of the Chinese Medical Centre at number 7. She wanted to give me a leaflet and to invite me in.

I asked her if Coco was there that day. I didn't expect her to turn around and tell Coco I was asking for her. Although I have been tempted to see Coco again for a massage with a 'happy ending', I didn't want that today. I had to say something to her so I said I might come and see her later.

A few doorways along the street was the doorway to the walk up. I could see that today it was an oriental girl and so I went up the stairs and rang the bell. The maid opened the door and asked me to go into the bedroom.

I had not been in that flat before. The bedroom was small but nice, with a basin and a bidet. Looked quite clean. The girl came into the room and introduced herself. She wasn't Nina but a different oriental girl called Nicky.

When I knew that it wasn't Nina, and also that the minimum price was £25 and not £20 as at most places, I could have left. However, this girl was reasonably pretty and had a nice smile. I asked her if she could give me a hand job and she said yes.

We only had 10 minutes so I didn't try for a 'happy ending'. We lay on the bed together and I flirted with her, telling her how pretty she was (she had lovely big eyes), holding her in my arms and touching her all over including her pussy. She smiled and giggled a lot and pulled on my erect cock.

When my time was nearly up I knelt between her legs and held open her pussy and had a good look. We got off the bed and she gave me a big hug and said I should come back another time for longer.

I had wanted to ask the maid what days Nina was there, but I didn't get a chance. As I went out the doorway back onto the street I looked around and the Chinese woman was still standing outside the medical centre. She was looking at me so she must have known what I had been up to. Maybe she told Coco what she had seen.

Back at Hummus Bros I bought my voucher for £12, and got some takeaway food. Next stop was Moolis where I picked up an Indian wrap. I sat in Soho Square and ate both. The map that we were given with the voucher wasn't that accurate, but I managed to find the hummingbird bakery for my vanilla cupcake. The next place was somewhere I had not seen before. They gave me some mini meringues.

The whole point of the Soho Street Food Fair was that people would come to know some of the smaller food outlets in Soho and what they have to offer. Also to raise money for charity. I won't be going back for more meringues, though. The map led me off in the wrong direction and, after some confusion, I returned to Rupert Street and the new market. I hadn't realised that the next two items were from market stalls. I had a pork sandwich and then some strange meatballs.

Finally an ice cream cone in Old Compton Street and a coffee from the well-recommended cafe in Winnett Street. It was when I was in Old Compton Street that I noticed a short middle-aged woman with cropped hair. I thought she might be Pam the fag lady as mentioned in Clayton Littlewood's book Dirty White Boy: Tales of Soho. I have mentioned this book in previous postings. I watched her and she was asking people for money outside the French House and another pub.

I asked her if her name was Pam and she said it was. I told her I had heard about her in Clayton's book. She asked me if I could give her some change and I gave her some. I can't remember if Clayton said that Pam lives in the hostel at the northern end of Dean Street. I used to think that there is a hostel at the northern end of Greek Street but there isn't. I thought maybe the woman I met a while ago in Greek Street lived there. The building in Greek Street I was thinking of is the House of St Barnabas, which was a hostel at one time: it is marked as such in my street atlas.

I like the new market in Soho but I hope it isn't the beginning of gentrification of the area. Rupert Street is right next to Tisbury Court and Walkers Court.

Tisbury Court must be the seediest alleyway in Soho. It has the only peep show in Soho that I know of, and a couple of walk ups, and a porn DVD shop. It also has a couple of establishments that I suspect are clip joints, and there are women in the doorways trying to tempt men in.

At the junction of Tisbury Court and Rupert Street are diverse people hanging around asking tourists if they are looking for a girl. These people are called pimps but really they are trying to get money for nothing.

Walkers Court is an alleyway leading to Berwick Street and the established street market there. It has two or three sex shops.

I can imagine that the authorities might think that the new market is part of their vision the future of Soho, and that the sleazy side of Soho is incompatible with this. However, food and sex have always lived side by side in Soho, and I hope they always will. Soho is about the pleasures of life.

I hope that the new market continues to be what it is. It provides seasonal local produce (local to South East England) for a reasonable price. I bought a punnet of English cherries and some free-range eggs. I hope that the rents for stalls are kept reasonable so that we don't end up with something only tourists and the more affluent appreciate. Expensive meats and cheeses, olives and olive oil are good, but we need fresh, local and seasonal produce too.

If the authorities wanted to get rid of the seediest of the walk ups in Soho, that might not be a bad thing. As long as it isn't the the thin end of the wedge. The two flats in Greek street next to the bookies are seedy, as are the six flats in Lisle Street and the four flats near the market in Berwick Street. The flat in Little Newport Street is a nice one, as are the two flats at 8 Greek Street.

There are two or three walk ups outside Soho, in Shepherd Market. They seem to be clean and are unobtrusive. They are more expensive, though. I hope Soho continues to be the earthy lived-in place it has always been and doesn't end up like Covent Garden.

Friday, March 12, 2010

happy ending

I have been exploring the periphery of Soho recently, parts that most people would think are Chinatown. I wrote in the PunterNet forum ('Soho walk up' thread) that I thought the Lisle Street walk ups would be Chinatown not Soho. Someone responded that they are Soho.

I have found two walk ups that I had not seen before. One was in Little Newport Street. Number 10. Uniquely, there is a little photo of the girl displayed in the doorway. There is only one girl there. Sometimes it is an oriental girl and sometimes it is a blonde.

I have been aware of another walk up nearby at 18 Newport Court. I went there once a couple of years ago because someone had said there was a nice girl called Chloe there. I waited with the talkative maid to see Chloe but decided not to stay after I caught a glimpse of her. She wasn't as pretty as he had stated.

The other walk up I found is at 26 Wardour Street. This is an unusual walk up in that you have to go up a spiral staircase to get to the flats. It doesn't seem as grotty as most Soho walk ups. I am wondering if this is the one that has been mentioned in the media. The one they tried to close down but failed.

I went to this walk up because someone had recommended a girl called Alina. When I went there I could not see her name displayed. There was a woman on the stairs with a dustpan and brush. She was quite young and attractive. I asked her if she knew if Alina was there. She said Alina didn't work there any more. She didn't know where Alina was.

Later that day I saw Victoria in Lisle Street. Upstairs from Natalie at number 2. She had had a couple of good reports so I thought I would give her a try. She is young and beautiful. She looks very 'Mediterranean' with black hair and a swarthy complexion. She has an impressive cleavage.

I couldn't really communicate with her as her English is not so good. She wasn't interested anyway, most of these young girls aren't. I had asked her to turn off the radio, as I always do, and she said something that didn't make any sense and didn't do it. I'm not going to go back to Lisle Street. I've seen a few young-looking girls there but they're not that much fun. Older women are better for me.

You might ask how can I be sure that Victoria is really Greek, or that Alice is really Italian. It is difficult to be sure. An Albanian could be fluent in Greek or Italian. She could have lived in Greece or Italy or be familiar enough with basic geography to answer a question like “What part of Greece/Italy do you come from?”.

I remember a couple of years ago I saw a Greek woman in Lisle Street called Katie. She was young, tall and slender as so many Soho prostitutes are. Usually the maids who look after the prostitutes are middle-aged or elderly women. But Katie's maid was in her 30s or 40s and beautiful. She was Greek too. While I was waiting to see Katie she was sitting in front of me talking on her mobile and positioning herself so that I could see her cleavage.

When Katie became available she asked me what I wanted, and when I said I wanted to play with her breasts she said that for another 20 pounds I could play with the maid's breasts too. I thought she was joking at first. I lay on the bed, with Katie playing with my cock, one of my hands on the inside of her thigh and my other hand touching the maid's breasts. The maid had taken her top off, but would not take all her clothes off.

This seemed to be something they did sometimes. Katie's breasts were quite small, so maybe she felt inadequate. However, the arrangement is against the rules. Two women cannot work from the same flat at the same time or technically its a brothel. A walk up is not a brothel but a private flat, which is why the police cannot close them down or even enter without permission.

A few years ago I saw a documentary about Soho walk ups. It showed Sandra/Sandy of 4 Old Compton Street and her maid. Sandra spoke on the show but her face was not shown. The maid spoke a lot and her face was shown. I have been with Sandra and I have spoken to the maid. Ritzy, another prostitute, also spoke. I saw Ritzy and this maid last year at 2 Green's Court. Some days they are at Green's Court and some days at Old Compton Street.

The maid has an important security role at the walk up. She protects the girl if there is any trouble with a punter. She opens the door and sits with the man if the girl is busy with another one. The maid will prepare food for the girl or go out and get her take-away food or anything she wants. In Soho there are many types of food available.

What you often find in Soho is a restaurant or shop on the ground floor and walk ups on the first and second floor. Two flats to each doorway. Or maybe it's second and third floor. Sometimes it seems a lot of stairs to climb. So sex is not the only pleasure that people go to Soho for. Food is too.

The other documentary I have seen was 'Vice Squad'. In one of the episodes Soho prostitutes and their maids talked about what they do. It was here that I learned that a walk up is not a brothel.

Soho walk ups usually look quite squalid. The ones in Lisle Street do. The stairs are usually unpleasant and often the rooms are too. Not every walk up in Soho is like that though. In Shepherd Market there are 3 or 4 walk ups. They seem to be much nicer, but they also seem to be more expensive. Shepherd Market is a different area from Soho, to the north of Green Park. It is a nice area, quite posh.

I didn't tell you what I was doing in Little Newport Street. I saw another PunterNet report for one of the Chinese herbal/acupuncture/massage establishments. This was for a different one than the last one. It was for Everwell Massage/Chinese Medical Centre at 7 Little Newport Street. The report was for a girl called Coco.

I decided to go even though I was short of money and I thought I might not have enough money for both the massage and the 'happy ending'. This was last Tuesday. I went in there and it looked very pleasant and professional. I said I would like a massage and I asked “Is Coco here today?”. A Chinese woman said she would be available in a few minutes and I could sit and wait for her. I had intended to pay 45 pounds for an hour massage but decided to save a bit of money and have a 45 minute massage for 35 pounds. The woman took the money and put it in the till.

Coco came into the room and the woman explained what I wanted. Coco introduced herself to me and asked me to follow her upstairs. She was pretty with long hair. She looked as if she could have been 18 although I think she is in her 20s. She is small and slender. I could see up her skirt as I followed her upstairs. She was wearing a short black skirt and black tights. I think I glimpsed another pretty girl similar to Coco.

We went into a small room with a massage table in it. She locked the door. Coco asked me if I wanted a medium or firm massage and offered me water from the water cooler. He English was poor. I took off my clothes and lay on the table on my tummy. The table was covered with paper and there was a hole for me to put my head.

It was a proper massage and felt almost painful at times. When I turned over I could see her face. I talked to her and smiled and looked at her lovely face. She smiled a lot and seemed happy. About 10 minutes from the end she pointed at my willy and asked me if I wanted her to do that. I said I did. She said I could pay another 20 pounds for topless and/or another 20 pounds for allowing me to touch her. I only had another 10 pounds in my wallet. She gave me a bit of extra massage till my time was up. No happy ending today.

I told her I would come and see her again next week, and this time I would bring more money and have the hand relief. I intended to do this, when I had more money. There had been a couple of things about Chinese massage that had made me a bit reluctant to try it again after my first experience of it. I didn't like the idea that you wouldn't know who would be giving you the massage, she might have been unattractive or unfriendly. She might not offer hand relief. You don't know how much she would charge.

The hand relief bit seems to be a private arrangement between the woman and the client. Nothing to do with the establishment. Maybe they don't even know that it goes on. Probably they just keep quiet about it. A couple of weeks ago I was wandering around Soho and I stopped outside one of these places. There are quite a few. A young Chinese woman in a white coat behind a counter beckoned me in. I asked her the prices for massage. She told me, and then I said quietly “Does that include a 'happy ending'?”. She looked surprised and gave an embarrassed smile, showing that she knew what the phrase meant, but then composed herself and said something like “I'm sorry, Sir. I don't think we can help you with that”.

Now that I know that I can ask for Coco and I know how much money I will be paying I would like to go back.

The same day I saw Coco I thought I would go to the Wardour Street walk up again and see if Alina was back. Her name wasn't displayed outside either the lower or the upper flat. As I was going down the spiral staircase four or five young men passed me going up. They looked as if they might be Eastern Europeans. I wondered what they were up to. I paused and saw that they had knocked on the door of the lower flat. The sign said it was an Italian woman called Nelly.

I was further down the spiral staircase and I could look up and see between the steps to the doorway. The door opened and I saw a tall dark-haired woman. I wasn't expecting this. Usually it is the maid who opens the door, although I have seen prostitutes do this before. She was wearing white lingerie that was a bit like bra and panties. She was like my idea of an Italian woman, shoulder-length curly black hair, not too skinny.

I could have waited to see what they said to her and what she said to them, and if she invited them into her flat. I was worried though that if they noticed me they might get angry. So I went out, but I waited in the street outside to see if they came out. They did not.

I was intensely curious about what they were getting up to. Were they all in her flat taking it in turns to go into the room and fuck her? Did she make them wait on the stairs and only let them in only one at a time? She hadn't turned them away or they would have been back on the street.

I was tempted to go and see Nelly the week after, when my financial situation had improved. It would be a pleasurable experience, and I could have asked her about these boys. As so often with me, I am motivated by lust and curiosity.

So on Tuesday this week I got lots of money from a cash machine and headed for Soho. But what to have? Chinese or Italian? (And I'm not talking about food.) But before I went to either I decided to go and see if Ivy was back in Greek Street. I didn't have much hope because she hadn't been there for a few months. To my surprise and delight her name was there, along with Amy. I could have seen Ivy that day, but I decided to wait a couple of days. I wasn't feeling too good. I hadn't slept well the previous night and I was feeling a bit grotty. It's important to be in the right mood. Also, I have found that if I refrain from masturbating for a couple of days then I am more likely to be able to orgasm.

So yesterday I went to Soho again, paid my 40 pounds for my 20 minutes (plus a 2 pound tip for the maid). We started with a bit of a massage and then she gave me some oral sex without a condom. She had given my willy a wash before we got onto the bed. Then the important bit started, the hand job.

She sat on the bed between my legs and used lots of lotion to wank me. I said, as I always do, “Can you talk dirty for me, Ivy?”. She said things like “Fuck the pussy, darling. Fuck my wet pussy. It's wet for you, darling. Oh, fuck the pussy. Fuck it.” over and over again in that lovely oriental accent of hers. I don't know what it is it just gets me going. I look at her lovely face and her lovely brown body and I have one hand touching her leg.

It took some time but eventually I could feel that I was coming closer and closer to orgasm. When I knew that I was past the point of no return I opened my eyes and watched my semen spurting out white against her brown skin. I got my happy ending.

We had some time left and I asked her if I could look at her pussy. She encouraged me to play with her clit, and then showed me her anus too. She does anal, and I might give it a go one day. Then we lay on the bed and cuddled. She told me she had been in the Philippines for the past 3 months with her family. She said she would be in Greek Street till the 31st of this month. I want to see her again before then.

There are younger, taller and slimmer women than Ivy in Soho, but I will always go back to her. Her flat is nice and warm, and the stairs up to it are not off-putting. These two flats are different from most Soho walk ups. The women seem to work every day for a few weeks and then are not there for a few weeks. Maybe when Ivy is not there I will see Coco or Nelly.

Friday, January 22, 2010

another day out in Soho

On Tuesday I went to Soho again. I had been thinking of going to see a particular girl, one that I had not seen before. Reading the PunterNet field reports and the Soho walk ups thread on the PunterNet forum I thought Alice sounded interesting. Her details ticked a couple of boxes for me. She is Italian and young looking.

I have always liked exotic-looking women and recently I have tried young-looking women. I have been going to Lisle Street looking for the very young-looking woman that they mentioned on Vice Squad, the recent TV programme on Five.

I eventually found that this girl is no longer there. I sat in the room they showed on the programme and talked to the maid about her. This was while I was waiting to see Nicole, a young Eastern European girl. The previous week I had seen Neli, a young Sicilian girl. Neli was nice, tall and slender with black hair. Nicole was OK too.

Also in Lisle Street but in different flats I have recently seen two blonde Russian women, Sasha and Natalie. They were both beautiful but I don't really go for blondes.

Alice was the last girl on my 'wish list' of girls I have read about and wanted to see. She works at 2 Green's Court on Tuesdays and I know she also works at 4 Old Compton Street. I have been to the second-floor flat at 2 Green's Court where I have seen Ritzy and Andra but I had not been to the first-floor flat. The second-floor flat is lovely but the first-floor one is not. The room was small and windowless and could have done with painting.

Alice was short and not very exotic-looking. She also didn't seem very happy or communicative. She was young-looking and had a pretty face. I didn't do much with her. She played with my willy for a while and we chatted. Then I got her to lie down with her legs apart so I could look at her pussy. I held her pussy open and said "Una bellissima figa" which means "A most beautiful pussy" in Italian. She was giggling and laughing at my attempt to speak Italian. Then we had a cuddle until my time was up.

I went onto the Internet and had a look at the PunterNet site. I wanted to see 'field reports' for Soho. It is a good way of finding out about the different women available at Soho walk ups. One of the reports was not about a walk up, it was about one of the Chinese establishments that you see in Soho offering acupuncture, massage and Chinese herbs. I had often walked by this place and Chinese girls had come out and asked me if I wanted a massage. I always assumed that it was just a massage so I always declined, but this report was saying that they're doing hand jobs.

This was something new to me and I just had to check it out. I went to the place and when in the doorway I was asked if I wanted a massage I asked how much. They said £50 for an hour. I asked how much it would be for half an hour and they said £25. I looked in my wallet and I told them I only had £20. They said I could have a 20 minute massage for that.

I went into the shop past the massage chairs to the counter behind which were jars of herbs. One of the girls took my money from me and put it in the till. She then got on her mobile and spoke in Chinese to someone. She told me to go down the stairs to room number 3.

It was a tiny room with a massage table. The table had a paper sheet over it so it all looked quite hygenic. A Chinese woman told me to take of my clothes and lie down and she would be back in a while. I did so, but I kept my boxer shorts on because I wasn't sure if this PunterNet report was a wind up. This was a clean and pleasant environment unlike the walk ups I was so familiar with. I imagined the woman walking back into the room, seeing me naked and shouting "What are you doing! What are you doing!". Also I didn't want anyone in the corridor outside to get a glimpse of me.

She came back into the room. I pulled of my boxer shorts and lay down on the couch. She put some Chinese music and turned the lights down low. I turned over onto my tummy as instructed and the massage began.

It was very pleasant but I didn't want this to go on for too long. I only had 20 minutes and I wanted to get to the hand relief bit. I turned over and she asked me if I only wanted to have my front done. She continued to massage and then asked me "Do you want..." and then moved her hand in a wanking motion.

I said yes and she said I would have to pay extra. I said I didn't have any more money, which was true. I said it was my first time and I hadn't realised that I would need to pay more money. She said I could pay by card but I told her that I didn't have one, which wasn't true.

When I asked her how much it would cost to have relief massage she said that I would need to spend at least £30. I assumed at the time that this would be on top of the money I had already paid for the massage. Now I'm not sure. Maybe if I'd paid the £50 and had an hour the hand relief would have been included.

So she continued to massage me. When I touched my willy she told me that wasn't allowed. She had put a sheet over my tummy but my genitals were uncovered. I relaxed and tried to have a sexual fantasy so that I would get an erection. I wanted her to see it. She wasn't that pretty and she was fully clothed and had ordinary clothes on so I didn't feel sexual.

When the massage was over she left the room. I suppose I could have had a wank there in the room before I left but I wasn't feeling aroused. I took my time to put on my clothes and left. They all said goodbye to me as I left.

Ever since I was a teenager I have been aware that there are places where men can go to get a proper massage. At some of these places when the man has had his massage he can say to the woman "Do you do extras?". She can say no, or she can say "Yes, I do relief massage". I had never been to one of these places. I wasn't sure if they still existed or if they had ever existed quite like that.

Of course I was aware of so-called massage parlours. I went to one near where I live called 'Enjoy Massage'. When the woman came into the room she started sucking my cock without a condom even though I hadn't asked for it. I thought they were all knocking shops. There is something exiting about going to a nice place and being with a nice woman and getting hand relief.

I have learned that hand relief is the best way for me to get an orgasm. I have been to see an oriental lady in Greek Street twice who has given a hand job and both times it was a great success. I paid £40 to spend 20 minutes with her, which is enough time for me to get to an orgasm. Ivy hasn't been there for a couple of months.

So you might think that these Chinese places could be just the thing for me. However, I don't know enough about these places yet. There is a section on the PunterNet forum about hand relief so I have been researching it. If I could choose the girl and I knew I wasn't going to have to pay too much I would try it again.

I imagined that they would have a euphemism for hand relief. I imagined they might call it something like 'Lotus Blossom'. Many years ago I went to see a French lady a couple of times who did massage with what she called a 'Fleur-de-Lys'. I imagined negotiating with a Chinese girl and asking her if the price includes a 'Lotus Blossom'.

I have now learned that they do have a euphemism for it. The call it a 'Happy Ending' which I think is sweet.

You may say that these women are exploited. I can imagine that these women may have come to this country thinking that they would be doing a respectable massage and not giving Happy Endings. However, they don't have to have sex with clients, they don't have to take their clothes off or even wear sexy clothes. They don't get groped by men. Many of them never give Happy Endings. The environment they work in is clean and pleasant. I think some of them would like giving Happy Endings, watching all that spunk squirting out of the end of a stiff cock.

Also, I think they are catering for tourists and don't try to give a good service where customers would come back again and again. I think it's the customers who are exploited.