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

Friday, January 3, 2014

my best ever stunning spa girl

Yesterday I had a walk around Chinatown and Soho. I didn't intend to spend any money but I ended up spending £50. It might have been the best £50 I've ever spent. In Chinatown there's a doorway where you can often see a woman standing there asking men if they would like a massage. I once saw a very pretty, very young-looking, very smiley girl standing there. Every time I passed the doorway I looked to see if she was there. For many months I didn't see her again.

Yesterday she was there. I made a beeline for her and asked her how much it costs for a massage. She told me £30 for a half-hour and when I looked uncertain she said £25. I paid the money at reception up the stairs and she led me into a small room. When I was naked face down on the massage table she asked me if I wanted a medium or hard massage and if I wanted her to use oil. The room was nice and warm.

prettier than this
Then it was time for me to turn over. Now I could get a good look at her. I think she really is the prettiest girl anywhere I've been to. Prettier than the Thai woman at Asian Touch in Shaftesbury Avenue who someone described as an 'absolutely stunning girl' (although I didn't get a good look at her because the room was so dark). Prettier than Claire who worked at Everwell in Charing Cross Road. Prettier than Lisa who works from a flat near St James's Park.

I asked her how old she is and like a lot of these girls she asked me how old I think she is. I told her 18 and she said she is 25 years old. She asked me if I wanted her to masturbate me but I wasn't in the mood for that. I knew what I wanted. I told her I wanted to see her naked. I said I would give her £20 if she took her clothes off. She wanted more money to begin with but then agreed to do it. She turned the lights lower but I said I wanted the lights brighter. They like to keep the lights low because they look more attractive that way but I wanted to see everything.

She took her top off and her bra and pulled her pants down. She had a nice body with bigger breasts and less skinny than Lisa who I saw not long ago. She let me touch her breasts and her bottom and she was quite smiley and affectionate. I asked her if she did oral sex and she said she doesn't do that, just hand relief. Maybe if I become a regular client of hers I might be able to persuade her to have a go.

I can't tell you her name or where she works because I'm not sure if she would like that. Unlike the sex workers in the nearby walk ups they don't usually want the publicity. I will say that the name of the establishment has the word 'spa' in it. I'm not sure if it is a spa, on their website it says they do beauty treatments but that might be their other branch in the East End.

Last month I went to a spa for the first time. Someone contacted me by email and asked if I had ever been to this place in Balham. I had walked past it a few times and often wondered if anything sexual went on. When he said they do hand relief there I wanted to go. It turned out to be cheaper than I expected and the most luxurious place I have ever been to. More luxurious than Gin Sen near Russell Square where I went a few times and managed to get hand relief just once. More luxurious than Zen in Notting Hill Gate where I went once and wasn't offered anything sexual.

I paid £25 for a half-hour massage and also got to use their sauna, steam room and shower. The masseur was a young woman from Slovakia who didn't offer me anything sexual. I wasn't really looking for that anyway. I have the name of a woman who works there who does offer hand relief and what days she works so next time I go there I'll know who to ask for.

When I was in the steam room I thought that steam rooms could be very sexy places. I imagined two naked Chinese girls coming towards me through the steam smiling and giggling.

Soon after the police raids last month in Soho I went to have a look around. About half of the walk ups were closed. I decided I wanted to see one of the sex workers because I didn't know how long they would be there. I ended up in Little Newport Street with a lovely Thai lady called Holly. I told her I wanted to look and her pussy and wank myself. She suggested that instead of me taking my clothes off and getting onto the bed with her, which is what I have done in the past, I just unzip myself and sit on a chair next to the bed while she shows me her pussy. It was very pleasant doing it that way. I got a good view. When my 10 minutes were up she stood up in front of me just a few inches away so I got to appreciate her lovely figure.

In the last few days two of the walk ups that had been closed are now open again. The one in Dean Street and the one in Tisbury Court. I noticed that in both of them are signs saying No Touts No Sellers. They don't want the drug addicts from the street trying to sell them shoplifted goods. That's what got them into trouble with the police and brought about the raids. Nothing to do with rescuing trafficked women and nothing to do with goods stolen from tourists. I have been going to Soho for years and I have never had anything stolen from me.

Monday, September 16, 2013

my best Chinese massage ever

Someone left a comment on one of my posts asking if anyone had tried the flat near St James's Park run by a few Chinese students. He said they were advertising on Gumtree and elsewhere. This sounded intriguing to me. I couldn't find any of their adverts but someone commented that he'd been there, thought they were very good, and gave their phone number. It is 07923247974.

This isn't one of the Chinese medical establishments, it is a private flat. You have to phone them and make an appointment. I did this earlier this month. The flat is in a road just off Strutton Ground near St James's Park and Victoria. Strutton Ground has a street market and is a good place to buy something to eat for lunch.

I decided to have a half hour massage and paid £30. The girl was very pretty and was wearing a short summery dress. The massage took place in a pleasant room.

this is the room where I had my massage
I asked her how much hand relief would cost, and she said £30. She said that she does body-to-body for £50. I told her I would like hand relief so she put some oil on my cock and started massaging it. I was starting to get an erection but it was taking quite a while. I said "Could you take your dress off for me, please?". I don't think she normally takes her dress off unless she is doing body-to-body. She said that she would take her dress off for another £10.

She removed her dress and then her bra. I could see even better now just how skinny she is. She has tiny breasts, but that is something you expect from a Chinese girl, that is one of their charms. She told me I could touch her if I wanted. When she started wanking me again I got a strong erection. I needed to see her body to become fully aroused.

I asked her how old she is and she asked me how old does she look. I said 18 or 20, and she told me she is in fact 23. I felt that I might be beginning to lose my erection, and I said "Could you pull your knickers down for me, please?". She seemed a bit reluctant at first, then pulled them half way down.

I looked at her pussy and the top of her thighs. She continued to wank me and before too long the sperm was shooting out of me. When it was all over, she asked me if I would like a shower. I said that I would, but that I wanted to give her the money first in case I forgot. We had agreed on £40, but I gave her £50 because I was so pleased with her.

£50 is what I would have given her if she had given me a body-to-body massage. I'm glad that I didn't ask for body-to-body though. It was more exciting for me that during the course of the massage she started fully clothed then removed more and more clothing until she was effectively naked. The physical stimulation of her hands on my cock wasn't enough for me, I had to have that visual stimulation too. I paid £80 altogether, and it was worth it.

She took me to the bathroom and turned on the shower for me. While in the shower I looked out of the window to see what the noise was. There was building work going on. There is a lot of building work going on in that area. The sound was a bit off-putting during the massage, but not too much.

Before I went she said she hoped to see me again. I asked what days she does and she said Monday to Friday, but she's not always there, she lives not far away and she can come in specially if I want her. The other girl there is supposed to be just as nice, I might try her next.

I don't think they really are students. I think they are the same as the women in the Chinese medical establishments, but they have started up on their own. In fact, I think that I have seen this girl before. I think that she and her friend worked at Forever Health at 8 Windmill Street near Tottenham Court Road. I am glad if they have really set themselves up on their own, if they can make more money for themselves and organise themselves. I would much rather pay for people who work independently instead of a big company.

Friday, September 13, 2013

finding the cute Thai girl

After my adventures in Notting Hill it took me a couple of weeks to get around to trying to find the cute Thai girl again. I could have gone to see her at the place in Western Mews but I thought it would be more interesting to go to the other place where she works in Hornsey Rise. I hadn't been there before.

I phoned up and asked if she is there today. A British woman answered the phone and said that she is. Hornsey Rise isn't that easy to get to and I decided to go to Archway tube station and walk from there. When I got to the place on the high street it didn't look inviting. It is at number 522.

The door was opened by an elderly British woman. She asked me if I wanted half an hour or an hour. I told her half an hour. She asked me to give her £10. I asked her what that is for, and she said for the massage. This was a bit strange to me, nothing like this had ever happened before. I gave her the money because I didn't want to get into a disagreement with her.

She directed me into a room and the girl came in. At least I think it was the same girl as I had been told about. I could kind of see why someone would think that she's cute, but she wasn't that appealing to me. Not long before I had gone to Little Newport Street in Chinatown to see a particular girl who someone had recommended. Let me tell you a little about Little Newport Street.

It's only a little street but there are two Chinese medical establishments where men can get wanked off. There is also another massage place where you go up stairs half way along the street. And there is a walk up where they usually have a Thai prostitute. On the other side of the street is a casino. At the end of the street in Newport Place you can usually see two or three Chinese women who look like hookers but are in fact selling cigarettes in the street.

I went to the Everwell at number 7. I asked if this particular girl was there that day and was told she was. I sat and waited and a woman came and took me upstairs. She wasn't very friendly and it wasn't a pleasant experience. Since then I have seen her standing outside the massage place half way along the street and I don't believe she is the woman I asked for.

Anyway. I said to the Thai girl that I would like a half hour massage with hand relief. (I have often wondered if the Thai women call it a 'happy ending' like the Chinese do, or if they have a different euphemism: perhaps 'pearly fountain' would be a good one.) I asked her how much that would cost. She said £60.

I should have asked if this included a strip. I could even have haggled a bit. She took of her dressing gown to reveal that she was wearing a bikini. Then she took her bikini top off. She started wanking me and I got aroused. I asked her if she would take her bikini bottoms off but she didn't. When my time was up I still hadn't come. No shower was offered, either before or after, although there was a bath in the same room.

So it was a disappointment, but in my next post I will tell you about my most recent massage experience, the best one I have ever had. One that fulfilled all of my dreams.

searching for a cute Thai girl

In this post and the next two I will tell you about some massages I have had recently, none of them in any of the Chinese medical establishments that I usually go to. Somebody gave me a tip about a cute Thai girl. A while ago the same person told me about Claire, a Chinese girl who used to work in Charing Cross Road. Claire was really lovely, so I was hoping that this girl would be as nice as Claire.

He told me that she works at two different places in north London, and that I should check to see if she is there because she went back to Thailand for a while. One morning last month I phoned both of the places to see if she was there that day. They both said that she is still in Thailand.

I decided I wanted to go to one of these places anyway, the one in Western Mews. I could see on the map that it is not far from Portobello Road market. I hadn't been to this market for years so I decided to go, then have a massage after.

I got off the tube at Notting Hill Gate. Looking round, I saw a place that offered massage. It was different from any of the places that I am used to. It looked very upmarket, it looked as if their main business is beauty treatments for women. I thought it wouldn't do any harm to ask how much a massage costs.

So I went in. At the reception there were two or three women. One of them was tall and blonde. She looked as if she might be a Scandinavian model, like my ideal fantasy masseur. Ever since I was a teenager I have fantasized about massage with 'extras'. I told her I would take one of their leaflets and perhaps come back later. I walked through the market but it was raining so before long I headed for Western Mews.

Western Mews can be found at the northern end of Great Western Road near where it meets Harrow Road. The house is quite pleasant, with a different feel than the Chinese medical establishments that I am more familiar with. I was taken into a cubicle and I paid £25 for a half-hour massage. An attractive woman came in and introduced herself. I'm not going to tell you her name because I'm not sure that she would want that, although I shouldn't think that these Thai women have to keep what they do secret from their employers like the women in the Chinese medical establishments.

She encouraged me to take a shower. She seemed quite keen for me to do that so I did. Handing me a towel, she led me through to a room with a couple of shower cubicles and turned on the shower. I was slightly apprehensive because I had left my clothes and my wallet in the cubicle. Back in the cubicle we started the massage. She was fully clothed and at one point she got onto the massage couch with me, as Thai masseurs often do. She asked me if I would be wanting any extras today. I asked her how much hand relief costs and she said £40. She also does body-to-body massage for £50.

If she had said to me that she would take off all of her clothes while giving me hand relief I might well have accepted. However, I got the impression that this wouldn't happen so I told her that this time I wouldn't be having any extras, just a normal massage. When the massage had finished I was covered in oil and she encouraged me to take another shower. So I had my third shower of that day.

On the bus back towards Notting Hill I had another look at the leaflet from the posh place. I realized that I could get a 10% discount on the price of the massage because of the time of day. So I decided to try it. I knew that I probably wouldn't get the tall blonde as masseur and I was almost completely certain that there wouldn't be any extras on offer but curiosity made me want to go.

I was asked to wait in an area up some stairs. The whole place was painted white. There seemed to be a lot of staff dressed all in black. I didn't see any other men there. On the table there were two jugs. One had water in it with lemon slices and I think the other one was green tea. I was asked if I wanted anything. They asked me to fill in a form with my details, including any health problems.

Eventually an attractive woman came an called my name. She looked as if she was in her 30s and had short dark hair. Like the others she had a black T shirt on and black trousers. She led me down some stairs into a courtyard. Off the courtyard were different rooms. She took me into one room and said I should take off my clothes and lie down and she would be back soon.

I took off all of my clothes, although I wasn't sure if I should take off my boxer shorts. When she came back in she put something over the lower part of my body. She was very talkative, and asked me questions. Have you had massage before? Yes. Where do you usually go for massage? Chinatown. What sort of massage do they do there?.

I hadn't intended to tell her anything about what I usually get up to, but her line of questioning made me think I could say something. I told her that at some of these places they offer a sexual service. She told me that I wouldn't get anything like that here. We talked about other things and I found out that she is from Poland.

I said "Would you like me to tell you the real reason why I came to Notting Hill today?". I didn't want to antagonize her but I felt she might be interested. She asked me why, and I told her that someone had given me the name of a woman in a Thai massage place. She asked me if this was one of my sexual encounters and I said yes but she had wanted £40 so I hadn't taken up the offer.

On my way out I spoke to the tall blonde girl again at reception. She seemed to be treating me as a valued customer and not as some kind of pervert. She said that I could have an extra discount in addition to the 10% discount. So I ended up paying £25.50 for a half-hour massage. It was a good massage too.

A couple of weeks later I got an email from them. I had put my email address on the form they asked me to fill in. They wanted me to tell them about the service I had received when I was there. This is what I told them.
The massage I received was very professional yet affordable. I've not been in a place as nice-looking as this before. Most of the places I go to are a bit hit and miss and although there's usually a happy ending it's definitely nice sometimes to come to a more professional place.
I thought maybe they might put it on their site but I can see they don't put client comments on their site.

In my next post I will tell you what happened when I found the Thai girl I had been told about.

Friday, July 19, 2013

stunning girls

Last Friday I decided to go to a place in Bromley that I hadn't been to before. What made me want to go is that on the PunterNet forum someone said that he had encountered a 'stunning Mexican girl' although they usually have Thai girls there. The place is Laurens Adult Massage on Widmore Road.

I phoned and asked if I could see Amanda and I was directed to a flat. The woman who answered the door didn't look anything like I was expecting so I told her that I'm supposed to be meeting someone called Amanda. She said that she is Amanda. She didn't look Mexican at all, she was blonde. I decided to go along with it but throughout the session I thought she looks and sounds like an Eastern European.

She's actually quite an attractive woman, like a high-class escort, but it took me a while to appreciate that because I had been expecting something different. I paid £60 for half an hour of massage, body to body, and hand relief. It was a nice flat too. I just relaxed and let her do her thing.

The day before I had been in Soho. I had found out that there's a brothel in Soho, along with all of the walk ups. Someone had done a report on it on PunterNet. There's a black girl there called Zoe. It is number 8A Old Compton Street. When I got to the door I wasn't sure which flat to ring. There are three flats, and I think Flat 1 is the brothel. The label had a little heart drawn next to the flat number. I rang and said "Is Zoe there today?". The woman said Zoe only does weekends. I said "Who do you have there today?" and I was told to come up.

The maid or madam took me into one of the bedrooms and answered my questions. The minimum price is £50 which is for about 20 minutes. They have two girls there at a time and I could have taken my pick. I hoped to catch a glimpse of the girls but I thought I was pushing my luck and I had already told her I was only interested in Zoe.

The same day I went to Asian Touch which is a Thai massage place on Shaftesbury Avenue. I wanted to go there because someone had said there's an 'absolutely stunning girl' there. They told me I could come back at 5pm. I went to 26 Romilly Street to see Lulu. When I got up the stairs I saw the sign for Lulu but instead of the expected sign for Meena there was one for someone called Asia, and that she is Indian/Moroccan.

So I went to see Asia instead of Lulu. Asia is tall, with a dark skin like someone from the Mediterranean or the Middle East. She has small breasts and is neither skinny or fat. I got on top of her which I liked but I can't come that way. Later I asked the maid what has happened to Meena and she said that they hadn't heard from her for weeks. It sounds as if Meena won't be in Soho any more. Perhaps she ran up debts before she departed, they have to pay about £300 a day for the flat, it would make sense for them not to pay rent for as long as they could get away with if they're going.

I looked at the time on my mobile and realized I could be back at Asian Touch for 5pm. The girl was indeed pretty but it was dark in the room so I'm not sure if this girl is the absolutely stunning girl someone had mentioned. I'm used to the Chinese places, here it was a bit different, she used hot oils.

Last month I was in Croydon on a Thursday. I saw a Chinese woman who runs a Chinese medical establishment. When she was massaging me I asked her to put a finger up my bum, then two fingers. I already knew she is into this because I had seen her before. I said "I feel that you are the man and I am the woman". She laughed, asked me if I wanted to know how it feels, and moved her fingers in and out. The same day I went to a Thai brothel in Brighton Road. I saw Vicky and achieved orgasm while looking at her pussy and wanking myself.

The next day I went to Soho. First I saw Sandra at 26 Romilly Street. She is Thai. She wasn't very co-operative. I went back there later that day and saw Melanie. Melanie is also Thai, is older and tries harder to please. I had an orgasm with her, the same way as with Vicky the previous day.

The easiest way for me to orgasm is to have an oriental woman lie back on the bed with her legs wide apart and for me to wank myself while looking at her pussy and her talking dirty. It would help if they were stunningly beautiful, and I am always interested in stunners, but that's not the most important thing.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

no names no photographs

I got an email a few days ago from an angry sex worker. She found out that I had put a photograph of her on my blog. She wanted it removed. I did what she told me to do.

About three years ago I found out about a woman who lived a short bus ride from me. She does erotic massage. She comes from a Mediterranean country and is young and beautiful. I sent her an email and asked her if there are any photographs of her on the internet. She replied with a photo of her face. She hadn't modified it in such a way that she couldn't be identified. I went to see her and it was a pleasant experience, different from what I was used to. I wrote about her on this blog. I didn't give her name or her AdultWork page, but I did use the photo.

I wanted people to see how beautiful some of the women are who are available. She is as beautiful as the photo in my previous post, the photo that I thought was of a Liverpool prostitute but turned out to be of a leading model. She has the same dark Mediterranean beauty. I think she must be even more beautiful when she's angry. It's a pity she doesn't go in for domination. I deserve to be punished.

I don't think that putting her photo on my blog was much of a risk to her but I can understand that she doesn't want people pointing her out in Sainsbury's and saying something like "You see that woman there - she likes to hold men's erections in her hand and watch the semen squirting out the end of it".

In October last year I was walking to my local supermarket when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I saw a thin scruffy woman. My immediate thought was that she is a street girl. After years of trying to locate street girls on Tooting Bec Common it is a look that I have come to recognise instantly. I looked at her face. She gave me a big broad smile, the sort of sweet smile that women can do when they really want to. She seemed kind of familiar.

I didn't know if she was an ordinary woman who was flattered by a man staring at her. Or a street girl who is always open to meeting new men. Or one of the women who I had known on the Common. She was really beautiful. I thought she might be the particular one that I had been most involved with, but I couldn't be sure. This particular woman is someone I have written about a lot when I started this blog years ago.

(This is not the street girl who has been in contact with me via email recently and who wrote two posts for this blog about her life. These two posts have been removed. She asked me to remove them because she was worried people might be able to work out that it was her who had written them.)

She had a man with her. I always said that if I saw one of the women who I had known on the Common in the street with a man then I wouldn't approach her and try to talk to her. I wouldn't want to cause a problem for them. If the man didn't know about her past he might say "Who the hell was that you were talking to?". Also, the man she was with looked quite tough and he might have taken offence with me for trying to talk to his partner.

this is not her but it reminds me of her
About two weeks ago I saw her again, alone. I went up to her and said "Are you (her name, but I'm not going to reveal it)?" We had a short conversation and then her boyfriend came along. She said "This is my boyfriend" and introduced me to him. She said goodbye and walked away.

She wasn't as beautiful as she was when I saw her a few months ago outside the supermarket. Women can seem more or less beautiful depending on their mood that day or maybe phases of the menstrual cycle. I thought that her face didn't look as thin as I remembered from years ago. Addicts do put on weight when they give up drugs.

She looked healthy. She looks as if she has given up drugs. Over the years I have asked people if they know what has happened to her. I was told by one person that she injects heroin in odd places. Later I was told by someone else that she was in prison. More recently someone told me that she'd been sectioned. She had been one of the two women on the Common who had seemed the most addicted, to crack cocaine and heroin.

When I started writing about her on this blog years ago I used her initial and not her name, as I did with all the women I met on the Common and in my neighbourhood. When I started thinking that she might be dead I thought it wouldn't do any harm to use her name and the only photograph that I have of her. Now that I know that she is not only not dead but seems to have overcome her multiple addictions I have gone though the posts on this blog removing her name and the photo.

I wouldn't want any information on this blog about her to become a problem for her. I wish her all the best for the future. If I see her again I would like to tell her that she should be proud of herself for having overcome such difficult addictions and other problems, and that if she can do that then she can accomplish anything.

I am glad that she not only remembered me but doesn't consider me to be an abuser. When I knew her on the Common I tried to be good to her. I think she thought that I was trying to save her. However, I believed that few people overcome heavy addiction to crack cocaine and heroin and that she would end up dead. I was wrong.
the southeastern corner of Tooting Bec Common
near to where the street girls used to congregate

Friday, February 4, 2011

Lucy and Lisa

I was walking along Newport Court in Chinatown yesterday and I saw a Chinese girl that I have noticed before in one of the Chinese medical places. She is prettier and taller than the other girls. You can see them through the window. I wanted to have a massage so I thought I would see if I could have one from her. I thought that I probably wasn't going to get a 'happy ending' but I would just enjoy the massage. Some of these girls will masturbate a man to orgasm - a happy ending - but most don't.

I went to the door and looked at their leaflets. One of the other girls came to the door and invited me in. She asked me if I was interested in a massage and I said yes. Then I pointed to the girl that I wanted. She told me that this girl was not available because she had appointments. I didn't want to have a massage from the girl I was talking to so I said that I needed to go to a cashpoint and I left.

I decided to go to nearby Little Newport Street to see if Nicky was at the walk up there. I have seen two oriental women at this walk up, Nina and Nicky. Nina is OK, but I liked Nicky better. At the doorway I could see from the sign that today an oriental woman was there, but there wasn't a name. There is only one flat here, unlike most walk ups where there are two. Sometimes it is a blonde woman called Vicky. Vicky is well recommended but I haven't seen her yet.

I decided to go up the stairs and ask who it is today. The maid told me it is Lucy, who I had not seen before. When I saw Lucy I wanted to stay. Lucy has a very pretty face. She told me that I could have sex or oral sex for £25, or something more for more money. I told her I just wanted oral. I took of my clothes and lay on the bed. I asked her if she was going to take off her clothes.

She is short, with a very thin body and hardly any breasts at all. This didn't bother me at all, although I suppose it would put a lot of men off. Most men who choose oriental women aren't looking for tallness or big breasts. She comes from the Philippines and is very friendly and easy to get on with. Her English is very good.

Later when I was walking past 8 Greek Street I noticed that the two women there that day were Amy and Lisa. Lisa is new there. There is also another new woman at 8 Greek Street called Sabrina, who is Spanish. I walked up the stairs and rang the doorbell to Lisa's flat. The elderly French maid beckoned me in and asked me to sit in a chair in the kitchen. She sat with me and talked to me. I asked her if she is Josette, who I have heard about, but she isn't. She asked me if I wanted a cup of tea.

I had to wait a while to see Lisa, and when I did see her I wasn't attracted to her at all. She is tall and has quite a nice body, but she's not pretty. I could have backed out of it, but I had spent time sitting with the maid drinking tea and I didn't want to be labelled as a time waster. 8 Greek Street is a favourite place for me, somewhere I wanted to return to in the future to see Amy and Ivy.

There are men who are time wasters and cause problems for the women. Amy explained it to me when I went to see her late last year. When my session with Amy was over I said "I don't suppose you remember what happened the last time I came to see you". I told her that she had thought I was somebody else and didn't want me there. She said that they get a lot of men who come to the flat and ask lots of questions and take up time but don't stay. Sandy has said the same thing to me.

Lisa asked me what I would like to do with her. I said I would like to spend 10 minutes with her for £20. She asked me why I didn't want to spend more time with her. I said I only wanted 10 minutes. I gave her a £20 note and because I didn't have any change I gave her another £20 note asking her to take the maid's £2 tip out of that and give me the change. She said that I should give her £30 instead of £20 and she would give me special treatment. I don't know why I agreed but I did, it's not a lot of money and I was willing to give her a chance.

I asked her if she did oral sex without a condom. She said that sometimes she did. I said I would like that, and she gave my willy a quick wash in the little sink. There was a porn DVD playing, which could have been good but not much was happening apart from people talking. She started giving me oral, but got up off the bed several times, twice to do something with the DVD and once to get her mobile phone out of her coat hanging on the door and put it on the table next to the bed.

She continued with the oral and after a while I heard this loud music. I looked up, thinking that at last something was happening in the porn movie, but it was in fact her mobile. She got up off the bed, picked up the phone and peered at it, and then pressed a couple of buttons. She put the phone down again, got back on the bed and continued sucking. Nothing much was happening and I asked if I could see her pussy. She seemed to think this was too much trouble for her and at one point she said "This is too much hard work".

When it was over and I was putting my clothes back on she was talking to someone on her mobile. I was a bit annoyed with Lisa for talking me into paying her more that I wanted to and then not being prepared to go out of her way to make me happy. I realize that if a man goes to see a prostitute that he hasn't seen before and hasn't been recommended he is taking a chance. I took that chance twice yesterday and discovered someone lovely (Lucy) and someone not so lovely (Lisa). But what is good for me might not be so for another man. If a man wants a quick shag with a tall young slim tanned blonde, then Lisa could be just the thing for him. She's not much of a looker, but some men are used to that and don't mind. The fact that she might be willing to give oral without a condom could be a bonus.

I might go to a prostitute that I haven't seen before and who hasn't been recommended again, but I'm not going to wait to see her. If she is free when I go to the flat then I can take a look at her and if I don't like her I will say she's not my type or make an excuse. If the maid says she is busy then I will go somewhere else. I would like to see Sabrina at 8 Greek Street, who has been recommended, and I would like to see Amy and Ivy again.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

sex and food in Chinatown and Soho

Yesterday I was in Chinatown and Soho. I walked along Little Newport Street to see who was at the walk up there. I was hoping it would be Nina. I have not seen her before. Someone had said that there is a delightful young oriental girl there called Nina.

After my experience with the Chinese girl Coco in the same street I wanted to see an oriental girl for a massage with a 'happy ending'. I didn't really want to go to the Chinese herbal / acupunture / massage places because it costs quite a bit. Better to go to a walk up and get the girl to give me a massage, I thought.

I knew that sometimes there is an oriental girl working there and sometimes a blonde girl. I had tried previously to see the oriental girl but the maid told me she was busy, come back later. I had gone back but the maid had said the same thing. Yesterday the blonde girl was there so I didn't go up.

I walked past the place where I had seen Coco. Once I saw Coco standing outside the place handing out leaflets, although usually it is an older woman. Coco doesn't look quite as pretty in the light of day. A couple of weeks ago I was walking along Newport Court nearby and I stopped outside one of these places. There was a beautiful tall sexily-dressed Chinese girl I could see through the window.

A Chinese man came to the doorway and gave me a leaflet, asking what sort of massage I am interested in. I said 'Would it be with her'. He said yes. I didn't want to ask about a 'happy ending' because I know they don't like to discuss it. He suggested a head massage. I thought that's not what I'm looking for. He suggested a foot massage. I thought he's missing the best bits. Then he suggested a full body massage and I thought that sounds just what I want. Full body. Nothing left out.

However, it's a bit hit and miss with these places. You don't know what will be available and how much you might end up paying. I decided not to go in. Since then I have heard some bad things about these places, like they will have a clock set ten minutes before the correct time in the massage room so that you will think you've had an hour when you've only had 50 minutes. I'm still tempted to see Coco again though.

So with Nina not there yesterday it was Plan B. I wanted to see Sandy again in Old Compton Street. Going up the stairs though, I saw Ritzy's name. This was a surprise because I had been informed that she had left the profession. Ritzy is one of my favourites. So I went to see Ritzy.

I mentioned to Ritzy that people were saying she had retired. She told me she had just been on holiday back home in Jamaica. I asked her if she is a good girl when she is in Jamaica and she said she is. Usually British women on holiday abroad are much naughtier than when at home, perhaps having wild parties or whatever. It seems that a lot of the foreign sex workers in Soho don't do anything naughty when they go back to visit. Their families don't know what they get up to in London.

Ritzy wasn't her usual ebullient self yesterday. She let me finger her pussy and before I left we had a cuddle. I asked her if it was true that Paris was no longer working in Soho. We were in the flat where Paris - probably the most popular girl in Soho - worked. She confirmed it is true. A couple of weeks ago I had seen that Paris was there and had thought about seeing her. I wanted to see what she was like now she's no longer a blonde. But I didn't, which is a pity.

Ritzy works Wednesdays and Saturdays at 4 Old Compton Street, as does Sandy at the moment. She doesn't work at Green's Court anymore.

I walked around Soho and went for something to eat. I went into Hummus Brothers on Wardour Street. I had a small hummus with chick peas for £2.80. Delicious and cheap. I asked the guy behind the till about the Soho Street Food Fair on this Saturday and Sunday. I had heard about it on the JoAnne Good BBC Radio London show. The Hummus Bros were guests on her show a few days ago talking about this street food fair they were involved in.

It's been organised for charity, Cancer Research UK. You can buy a ticket online for £12 and that allows you to go to a number of the smaller food outlets in Soho and get some food from each. If you go to all of them you will end up with about £24 worth of food. There are 8 outlets participating, eg Hummus Bros, Moolis and Hummingbird Bakery.

There's another reason why I want to go to Soho on Saturday. There's a new food market opened last Saturday in Rupert Street and Winnett Street. I wanted to go last Saturday for the opening but that was one of the days of the heatwave alert. It wouldn't have been so bad walking around Soho with a heatwave on, I could have had a coffee Frappucino from Starbucks or homemade lemonade from Hummus Bros, both cool and refreshing. But the idea of travelling on public transport there and back in the heat put me off.

When I go on Saturday I shall look again to see if Nina is there. If not, I've got another idea for some fun. Yesterday, out of curiosity, I went to see who was at the Green's Court walk up. I saw it was Mimi, and I was tempted. The door to Mimi's flat opened and the maid came out with a customer. I've seen this maid before, once, at Sandy's flat. Most maids are middle-aged and not attractive. This one, however, is young and beautiful. So, if Mimi is there on Saturday there is even more reason to see her.

Before I went home yesterday I decided I wanted to see Sandy. As I was walking towards Old Compton Street it started raining. I put on my jacket and sheltered in the doorway of a couple of walk up flats in Greek Street. The one near the bookies. This is the tackiest walk up I have seen, although I have not been in the flats. These are the flats that I thought might be 'the slaughter house' I had read about in the press. There's supposed to be somewhere in Greek Street where lots of Eastern European women were forced into prostitution. I knew it couldn't be the other two walk ups in Greek Street, so I thought it might be here. Now I am thinking this is an invention of the press. It's usually the same women there.

I took a photo of the doorway a long time ago. I was walking past it one day and I saw this cat sitting there. It just looked so humorous, what with the double meaning of 'pussy'. So I took a photo and put it on the internet. What I didn't realise at the time was that loads of other people have taken a photo of this cat and put the photos on the internet, he's quite famous! Apparently his name is Coco.

One day I saw Coco and thought I would take some more photos of him. Just then Billie Piper walked past. I didn't have the presence of mind to photograph her as she was walking towards me, but got one of her as she was passing. I followed her along Greek Street to make sure it was her, but didn't try to take any more photos of her.

I haven't seen Coco the cat for several months now.

I could have waited in the doorway until the rain had stopped. The rain was torrential, and usually this sort of rain doesn't last a long time. But I got bored and so decided to run the short distance to Sandy's flat around the corner. I got soaked though.

Sandy insisted that I take off my jacket so that she could put it in her tumble drier. She wanted to do the same with my shirt and jeans but they were not so wet so I told her there was no need. Sandy was her usual friendly ebullient self. She went out of the room with my jacket and the £25 I had given her and I took off all of my clothes and lay on the bed. It was when she returned that I noticed the sexy leopard print dress that she was wearing. She took off her dress and underwear and got onto the bed with me.

I asked her to lie down next to me. I said I wanted us to pretend to be on a beach in the Mediterranean. We were teenagers on holiday who had just met. I had taken her into the sand dunes and removed her bikini. I touched her pussy and then put my finger into her vagina. We did different things and ended up with her wanking me. I asked her to talk dirty, as I do when I am with Ivy.

It's funny that Ritzy and Sandy in Old Compton Street allow fingering but not oral sex without a condom, whereas round the corner in Greek Street Amy and Ivy do oral sex without a condom but not fingering.

Another funny thing is that if you walk around in Soho there are lots of people trying to rip you off, to get money from you for nothing or not a lot. However, as soon as you get up those stairs, the women want to provide you with an excellent service. And that's not because there's a pimp who's going to beat them up if the customer isn't happy.

I put my slightly damp clothes back on and Sandy gave me my jacket warm from the tumble drier. She's always talkative, she asked me if I had seen the final match in the football world cup. She was happy because Spain had won with a team that included many Catalans many of them from Barcelona. She is from Barcelona.

She opened the door to her flat to let me out and a man was just outside. He walked away along the corridor. He looked as if he might be going up to Ritzy's flat but he stopped and asked me if Sandy was OK. I told him she was. He was about my age and sounded as if he might be from Scotland. He asked me who was better, Sandy or Ritzy. I thought about it and said Sandy.

Both Sandy and Ritzy are lovely, but Sandy is taller and slimmer. Sandy was in a more ebullient mood that day. I think I shall see Ritzy again, but I shall definitely see Sandy again.