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Tuesday, September 8, 2009

why men see prostitutes

People want to know why men see prostitutes. There are different kinds of prostitute and each has its own attraction.

In Soho there are many young women who are tall and slender. Some are great beauties. For example, there is Andra who is dark and Mediterranean looking, and there is Meena who is Indian. I have seen both these women for just £22. 10 minutes costs £20, plus a £2 pound tip for the maid. 20 minutes costs £40, 30 minutes costs £60.

Some men may prefer blonde girls. I have seen a couple of blonde Eastern European girls. They are not much to my liking. One of them, Alena, has a look very much in demand, pretty with white teeth and an all-over tan. On the PunterNet forum men rave about her.

With her I felt that it was a soul-less experience. She had an artificial smile. Many people say that having sex with a prostitute is a soul-less experience, but it is rarely so with me. Being with her made me realize how most of my experiences with prostitutes in recent years have been good ones, and reminded me of what it was like decades ago when I experimented with prostitutes in Soho but then stopped.

Probably the most popular woman in Soho at the moment is Paris, judging from the number of PunterNet reports. Meena has many too, and Alena has many. Andra does not have many, although to me she is the most beautiful.

Paris is blonde, but she is English. She is slender but not tall. She is such a fun girl. She gets £25 per 10 minutes, as do all the girls at 4 Old Compton Street. She is so busy that it is often better to book to see her. Usually in Soho it is not necessary to book in advance. Just walk up the stairs and if the girl is free you can see her. Another popular girl there is Angie, who is European.

Another English girl at 4 Old Compton Street is Ritzy, who is a black woman. I have seen her once and found her to be a lovely friendly affectionate girl. She is neither tall nor slender, but I wouldn't mind seeing her again. However, I don't think this will happen because recently I have been going to 8 Greek Street, which has its own attractions. (This is not the place in Greek Street they call The Slaughter House.)

I first started going to 8 Greek Street when I found out that some of the women there give oral sex without using a condom. Amy is a young woman who performs this service. I have seen her twice. However, it is the two older women I will be seeing.

Ivy is a middle-aged woman from the Philippines. She is neither tall nor slender but she is lovely to look at and has a beautiful face. I have seen her twice so far and will see her again. Each time she started with the oral sex without a condom. They wash your cock in the sink before they begin if you request this service. Then she moved on to a hand job. I have found that this gives me the right amount of stimulation to bring me to orgasm.

These older women know how to please a man. You may think that you need viagra to have sex but with these women you don't. They can do things that most women do not know how to do. They can get you erect and bring you to orgasm without a problem.

The other older woman is Lily, who is from the south of France. She is middle-aged to elderly. (No, she doesn't take her teeth out.) These two women have the confidence that comes with age and experience. They are so easy to talk to and I feel no awkwardness when I am with them. I get Ivy to talk dirty to me when she is wanking me. I asked Lily to talk dirty in Marseille dialect but she just talked in normal French.

Ordinary shagging does not give me enough of the right kind of stimulation to bring me to orgasm. I like to see prostitutes even if I know I'm not going to come, although I intend to see Ivy and Lily for the foreseeable future. I pay the minimum amount, £22, and spend 10 minutes having fun. It's worth £22 just to see a beautiful naked woman, to touch her and touch her pussy (although you can't usually put your finger inside). I have never been to a lap-dancing club. I think what I have been doing is better.

I like to lie on my back on the bed and get the girl to sit on my tummy astride me. Well worth £22. There are brothels much closer to where I live but they are more expensive. I did go to a local brothel recently when I found out about one that seems to have just opened. It was a bit shabby. The woman was Cuban and called Alba (or maybe Alva; in Spanish the 'v' is pronounced as a 'b'). I paid £40 for 15 minutes. She started by sucking my cock without a condom. She let me put my finger inside her pussy. She does kissing too, but she said I should give her £100 if I want a good snog. It was a pleasant experience but I don't think I will be repeating it.

My other local brothel is not shabby at all. I have been there a few times over the years but it lacks something. I went to see a girl in Soho recently. As I was going up the stairs the maid from the first floor flat was putting up a notice on the door. She was short and plump but had a beautiful face and I started flirting with her. I went to the second floor to see the girl who I intended to see but she was busy. As I descended the stairs the maid was still there. I told her that if she did not want me then I would come back later. She said that I could have her. She was smiling at me, and I wasn't sure if she was joking.

I should have taken her up on her offer, but I had planned to see the girl on the second floor because she was recommended and I stuck to the plan. But it made me realize how exciting the spontaneous encounter can be. That is why I still long for street girls.

When most men are walking along a street and they see an attractive woman in a short skirt and a skimpy top, they want to go up to her and chat with her and flirt. They want to ask her if there is anywhere they can go and have sex. They want to get her alone and lift up her skirt and pull down her knickers. For most men this is a fantasy. But there are places where you can go where it can happen.

You may say that street girls are ugly but there are two things I can say about that. Firstly, women on crack tend to become more beautiful before they lose their looks. They loose body fat and can have angelic faces. Secondly, lots of 'street girls' aren't addicts and may not even be drug users, as a recent experience of mine on Tooting Bec Common illustrates. Also, you don't have to go with ones you don't fancy.

Last month I went to Tooting Bec Common. I did not expect to see any girls there because of the police crackdown but I was immediately approached by two girls. One was a plump black girl who looked about 25 years old. The other was a thin white girl who looked younger. I was suspicious at first because I thought they might be police.

I said I would go with the older one and she took me along one of the tracks in the undergrowth. She asked me what I wanted and I said I wanted to finger her. She said that it would cost £20 and I said I only had ten. She stopped and lifted up her dress. I thought she wasn't wearing any knickers at first but she was wearing black knickers. We got them down and I started playing with her pussy.

She was smiling and seemed to think it was fun. I asked her if she knew any other girls, hoping she might know Katy or Nicky. She started talking about her friend, then called her over. I asked her why was she doing that. I was a bit wary. The girl came along to see me with my fingers up her friend. The older girl said to the younger girl that I would give her £10 to feel her pussy, but I said that I had not said that. Then I got nervous and said I was going.

I had asked the name of the older girl but I have forgotten it. I have been to the Common since, hoping to see them again. I can see now that they weren't a threat, just two girls wanting to make a bit of money and have a bit of a laugh. It made me realize that there will always be girls like that going to the Common on a sunny summer afternoon. Doesn't matter what Harriet Harman or Amanda Austin say or do.

These two girls are not what I would call street girls. The real street girls that I have known are something different. If you know how to handle them you will not be robbed and they will want to be with you and have fun with you. Some men say that they would never go with a prostitute because they don't want to be with a woman who does not want to be with them.

I have never dared to take up the offer that I have had twice from street girls that I have taken back to my flat. I asked both of them if they have had sex with another girl and they both said yes. They have lost all inhibitions and can enjoy sex with older men and with each other. They have said they can come back and bring another girl with them. It is difficult enough to control one street girl let alone two.

When I started looking at a forum about street girls I got the number of a local street girl from one of the members. He wanted a phone number in return. I gave him the number of Chrissie who I had met on the Common. He suggested that the four of us meet up at my flat. I said I did not want that. I did not know him. It was too much of a risk.

I have read on the forum about the parties they had with this girl, and what they did to her. They like to party, they like loud music. If you are in a flat or a hotel room with a couple of street girls and they have their crack and alcohol and loud music then that is the most fun you are ever going to have. If you dare to do that.

Perhaps you cannot understand the attraction of this. If that is so, then there is something lacking in you. I have no respect for you. If you would never go with a street girl because you lack the imagination to understand the attraction, or you are too frightened, or if you think it is all too sordid, then that's fine. I have no interest in promoting the 'street scene'. I want you to keep away from it. But don't pretend that you are being moral. It isn't a moral position to want to have nothing to do with something or to refuse to discuss it. It isn't moral to not be bothered to try to understand the complexity of an issue while pretending you want to help the 'victims'. I would rather spend time with a street girl than a petty-minded holier-than-thou dimwit.