Eva and Yaya

Yesterday I went to see two of the raunchiest women in Soho. I thought Lisa and Alena were raunchy, but Eva and Yaya are on another level. After I had seen Lisa at 70A Berwick Street last month someone said I might like Eva. Eva is like Lisa but raunchier. So, a couple of weeks ago I made my first trip to see Eva.

Eva is another young tall slender blonde, like Lisa. Both work at 70A Berwick Street. Both have a natural beauty, they don't wear too much make up or are too tanned or too thin. Monica, who also works at 70A Berwick Street, is also a tall natural beauty, although Monica has dark Latin looks. Eva is from Sweden and Lisa is from the Czech republic.

Eva is very chatty and likes to talk about sex. I asked her what she had been doing that day and she told me about the blowjobs and the fucking. She said that nobody had asked to see her use her vibrator that day yet. This is something she likes to do so she can have an orgasm. I thought this sounds interesting so she told me more. She charges £35 for this service, and she warned me that she tends to swear a lot when she's coming.

I had an image of Eva with her legs wide apart pushing her vibrator in and out, rolling around on the bed and shouting out obscenities as she came. It was a very exciting image.

She told me that she's great friends with Katy who also works at 70A Berwick Street. She likes to have sex with Katy. From what she said I think she has a bit of a crush on Katy. I asked her if she had seen the photographs of Katy on the internet. There are quite a few, and a couple of movies too. Katy worked in porn in Italy when she was younger, under the name Rossella Conti. Eva didn't know about that. She didn't know that Katy also works in Bateman Street as Laura.

I asked Eva if she had known Amber and Chelsea who had formerly worked at 70A Berwick Street and who had been very popular. She said she remembered them. I asked her if she had known Claudia, but that was before her time. I mentioned Sebastian Horsley, the local artist who came often to see Claudia. Eva said that she recognised the name because sometimes tourists come to 70A Berwick Street and ask if this is the same place as mentioned in Sebastian's autobiography Dandy in the Underworld. The maid at 70A Berwick Street remembers Sebastian Horsley.

When I was putting my clothes back on she asked what I was going to do that afternoon. I said that I was going to go to the nearby Society Club café. I said I was hoping there might be a woman there called Babette who is one of the people who run the café, which is also a bookshop and art gallery. Babette was friends with Sebastian Horsley, so she might be an interesting person to talk to. Babette Kulik has been described as the Brigitte Bardot of Soho, but I think Lisa at 70A Berwick Street looks more like Brigitte Bardot. I should point out, in case anyone misunderstands me, that Babette has nothing to do with prostitution.

On my next trip to Soho I tried to see Diana at 26 Romilly Street. Diana has been described as very raunchy. I had not seen her before. The maid told me that Diana has gone back to Romania. I could be just for a holiday though. I think a lot of the women in Soho are going to be on holiday for the Olympics. Perhaps they think it will be difficult to get into central London, or perhaps they fear that the police will try to close some of the walk ups. Rebecca and Alena are away too.

The authorities could be looking for any excuse to close down walk ups before or during the Olympics. They have closed walk ups before, in Lisle Street and Dean Street, but they have always opened again. They have been closing brothels recently in east London near the Olympics. Walk ups are not brothels and are legal, so they can't close them down. The difference is that only one woman works from a walk up, and one woman working on her own is legal. If the authorities knew that some lucky punter has managed to get a threesome at walk up, that might be just the excuse they need.

I ended up going for a massage at one of the Chinese medical establishments. I thought I would have just a massage as I wasn't in the mood for anything more. The girl who gave me the massage was I. who I have written about before. I'm not going to give her name as I think she wouldn't want people knowing what she does. She didn't recognise me. I had only seen her once and that was last year. She wasn't as ebullient as she had been then, and seemed quite withdrawn.

She massaged my back and legs, and when I turned over she asked if I wanted her to masturbate me. I said yes. She didn't offer to take off all of her clothes, as she had done the last time. She didn't put her mouth close to my penis and giggle as she had done, I think to indicate that she was willing to give me oral sex. She did give me a couple of lovely smiles and I remembered just how pretty she is.

At the end I gave her the extra £20 for wanking me. I asked her if she knew what had happened to Claire. She told me Claire found a rich boyfriend and so she didn't have to work any more. I said that she should find herself a rich boyfriend and she replied that it's not so easy to do. I think that I. is a lovely girl and as long as she doesn't get any fatter she could find herself a nice boyfriend.

I returned to Soho on Monday. First I saw Yaya at 26 Romilly Street. She is a beautiful Thai lady. She was wearing a very sexy dress that she took off to reveal her lovely body with quite large breasts. Like Eva she is very friendly and chatty and likes to talk about sex. She was telling me all the things that I could get up to if I went to Thailand. I think her English is quite good but I didn't understand everything she was telling me because of a strong accent. The price at 26 Romilly Street is £30 minimum and not the usual £20, but the women here are worth it.

After I had seen Yaya I wanted to go and see Eva again. I decided to walk around Chinatown before I headed for Berwick Street. Often there are women standing in the doorways of Chinese medical establishments asking men if they would like to have a massage. One woman walks around asking men the same thing. I noticed another woman who asked me if I wanted a massage and when I said no she said she would give me a 'happy ending'. That's a first for me. I've never been offered a happy ending in the street before.

As I was walking along Wardour Street I saw a young woman in a doorway who smiled and asked me if I wanted a massage. She was younger and prettier than any I had seen before so I was tempted. But I thought I would stick with my original plan and see Eva. I did go back there after I had seen Eva though. The girl wasn't there. There was another girl, not so young or pretty, using her mobile. I thought the first girl might be upstairs, having found a customer, with his erection in her hand.

I saw Eva and paid the £35 to see her using her vibrator. It wasn't quite how I imagined it. She doesn't have her legs wide apart when she masturbates. She puts the vibrator against her clitoris and holds it there, and doesn't push it in and out of her vagina. It was still quite exciting though. She played with her right nipple, and then asked me to suck it for her. When she came she didn't swear as much as I had imagined she would. Reality doesn't always live up to the fantasy.

I realised on the bus home that what I should have done is to get her to masturbate for me the way I would like to see it, with her legs wide apart and pushing the vibrator in and out of her vagina, for the first five minutes. Then for the second five minutes of our ten minute session she could have finished herself off however she wanted to. I'll have to remember that for next time.

walk ups in Shepherd Market

Sometimes I have a little walk around Mayfair. It is the only other place in London where there are walk ups. I did go into one once but it seems to be more expensive than in Soho, so I have never actually punted there. I took some photos a week or so ago. The doorways look the same as in Soho, so if you've never seen the entrance to a Soho walk up this is what they look like. You can click on a photo to get a slightly bigger image.

 The photos are of:-
36 Shepherd Market
50A Shepherd Market
52 Shepherd Market
30 Shepherd Market
19 Trebeck Street
the final photo is of the square in Shepherd Market where two of the walk ups are (36 and 50A)

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.

documentary on BBC Radio Leeds today

I listened to the documentary 'Love for sale' on BBC Radio Leeds today. Two British women (Charlie Daniels and Julie Bindel) went to Nevada to find out about the legalized brothels there. They went to four brothels, The Love Ranch, Moonlite Bunny Ranch, The Mustang Ranch and Wild Horse.

The documentary didn't answer the most important question for me. Julie Bindel on Woman's Hour last week linked Nevada brothels to slavery and incarceration. She said that the women working there are institutionalized. Nobody said on Woman's Hour, in Bindel's Times article, or in this documentary, that the women only spend part of their time at these places. They will spend a number of days there per month, and a number of days elsewhere.

I've looked at different places on the internet to find out about this. One site says they spend a week to 10 days working each month, and they don't work every month. Another says it is two weeks per month. These brothels are way out in the desert, often hours drive from cities, so the women stay there while they are working. When they're not working they are far away.

I would like to know what they do while not working. Do they enjoy leisure at their homes? Do they holiday? Do they have their own businesses? Perhaps some of them work as prostitutes elsewhere. I would like to know how much money they have in the bank, what investments they have, and if they own their own homes. Whatever the answer, they're far from institutionalized.

At the end of the documentary, the two women were asked for their impressions of what they had seen. Bindel used the phrases "state sanctioned rape", "cess pits" and "hell holes". She also described the Nevada brothels as a "failed social experiment". You wonder where all that came from, because the documentary itself didn't give that impression at all. In fact, they seem to be living in luxury.

When asked if legalized brothels are acceptable because they keep women safe, she said they are not safe because anything can happen behind closed doors. There was a discussion of the issue on Radio Leeds after the documentary, and Bindel gave her little theory that the presence of prostitution in society increases the objectification of women and will result in increased violence against women. There is no evidence for this and it doesn't make any sense.

At the end of the discussion Bindel said that the women she met were the most emotionally damaged women she had ever seen. Again, you wonder where that comes from. The documentary didn't give that impression. The women who were interviewed seemed well balanced, although it could be that some of the women could have been damaged previously by working in parts of the illegal sector.

During the discussion, Bindel said this:-

"You cannot make a law for the minority, you have to make law and policy for the majority. If you have a group of privileged women who are lucky enough to have a home in the Cotswolds, putting her children through private school; she's never been raped, she's never been pimped, she's never contracted HIV. Good luck to her, we'll never meet her."

And later she repeated herself "we cannot make laws to suit the privileged minority, we just can't." I could agree with her on that, because I know that all the evidence shows that the vast majority of women involved in prostitution are not coerced. Most women involved in prostitution are not drug addicts or pimped or trafficked. However, I think we can create laws that benefit all women involved in prostitution. We should not have to force women to choose between working alone in a flat legally but not safely, or working with other women in a flat safely but not legally.

Obviously the majority of sex workers do not have a home in the Cotswolds or send their children to private schools; Bindel is just being patronising about sex workers in saying that. The majority of sex workers however are not coerced and do it because of the considerable monetary rewards. She says 'we'll never meet her'. I've met lots of affluent sex workers. Unfortunately, even the affluent sex workers run the risk of rape and contracting HIV because Bindel is standing in the way of a change in the law that could allow women to work together legally and safely.

What's more, she knows damn well that all the evidence shows that the majority of sex workers are not exploited. She knows that women are safer working indoors with other women than on the street or in a solitary flat. She's not stupid, she's looked at the research. I think she is being dishonest. She treats people with contempt and misinforms them.

I think Bindel doesn't want legalization of prostitution for the same reason that lots of people don't want legalization of drugs. The fact is that if we allowed heroin addicts to have access to pharmacologically pure heroin then there would be few deaths from accidental heroin overdose. Street heroin varies greatly in strength. Some would say that heroin is such a terrible thing that you just can't legalize it, and they'll tell you all the horror stories, but the point is it doesn't have to be that way.

If you got rid of all the drug dealers you could end the twin problems of drug addiction and street prostitution in one go. But they've tried zero tolerance, and it doesn't work. You just force things further underground where they can't be regulated.

Big brothels out in the desert of Nevada have nothing to do with anything happening in this country. The legalization of brothels in the UK would mean that 2 or 3 women could work safely and legally from a flat. The women of Ipswich can't do that yet. Bindel in the discussion said that what has happened in Ipswich is the way to go. Women have been forced off the street and into flats. However, women working alone from flats are not safe, as the examples of Sheila Farmer and Hanna Morris show. All it would take is another serial murderer to come on the scene and it will start all over again.

Kim of 8 Greek Street

I was in Soho this afternoon and as I walked past the door of number 8 Greek Street I looked at the names next to the doorbells. I saw that Amy is there and I saw the name Kim too. I don't remember seeing the name Kim there before. I remembered that someone called Kim is well recommended on the PunterNet forum.

I went onto the internet and I realized that this is a different Kim from the one discussed on the forum. There was a report on her in the Field Report section. The report was very complementary so I decided to try her.

I was in luck because Kim has everything. She is very pretty and has a natural beauty. I'm sure that most people think all Soho prostitutes have too much make up and a fake tan. That's not true of the ones that I have seen. She is from Spain and has black hair and a slightly dark skin colour typical of Mediterranean people. She is very slender, almost verging on being skinny, and has long slender legs. She told me she is 20, but she looks as if she could be 18.

I took off my clothes and lay on the bed. She got onto the bed with me but didn't take her dress off. It was a very sexy dress so I was happy for her to keep it on. She put the end of my willy in her mouth and started sucking on it. This was without a condom, something quite unusual for Soho. I said I would like to see her pussy, so she took her knickers off. I looked at her pussy while she was sucking me, and I started touching it.

I wanted to try something a bit different. I got up off the bed and told her to sit on the edge of the bed. I stood on the floor in front of her and put my willy in her mouth. This was like one of my favourite fantasies. I often fantasize about two teenagers having a blowjob in a bedroom or bathroom at a party, with the girl sitting and the boy standing in front of her. The fact that Kim was wearing her sexy dress made it better. Her slender legs were wide apart, her dress was up round her waist, and I could see her pussy. I could also see her from the back in the big mirror on the wall.

Several times she wanted to kiss me on the mouth. I gave her a little kiss on the lips, but didn't try to snog her. Partly because if I tried to snog her she might have said no, or might have asked for more money. Partly because if she's been sucking lots of cocks without a condom I don't really want to be putting my tongue in her mouth. Some of the other women at 8 Greek Street have sucked my cock without a condom, but they always washed it in the sink first of all.

Kim is like a dream come true. I hope I will be able to see her again.


UPDATE August 2012: Kim is now working at 18 Newport Court. She is now a blonde and calls herself Jazmin. I no longer believe that she is any good. See my post about Jazmin.

Angie

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Alexia and Paris

I haven't been very active in Soho this month. I like to go to Soho even if I don't have an intention to visit a prostitute. If I pass the doorway of a walk up I might go in to see who is there that day. Sometimes the names of the women are displayed at ground level, but sometimes you have to go up stairs to the second floor to see if the names are displayed. Sometimes the names aren't displayed at all.

At 8 Greek Street the names of the two women working there that day are next to the doorbells. I was surprised to see the name Alexia there because I thought she only did weekends. She is a new girl at 8 Greek Street. Reports on her have been favourable and she was on my list of women I might try. So I decided to see her.

The maid told me that Alexia is busy but I could wait with her. She is an elderly French woman who I have sat with a few times before. She offered me a coffee. I had only just had a coffee so I declined. She asked if there was anything else that she could get me and I said I would like to have a cigarette. A couple of weeks before this I was waiting with a different maid to see Ivy and she had offered me cigarette. I don't usually smoke, I always try to avoid any form of addiction, but I enjoy one now and again. When I had finished the cigarette Alexia was ready for me.

Alexia is quite a pretty girl and is friendly. She is from Eastern Europe. I told her I would like to spend 10 minutes with her for £20. We undressed and got onto the bed. I wanted her to play with my willy to make it get big but she thought it would be better to put a condom on and give me a suck. I have heard that she is willing to do oral sex without a condom, but only for customers who spend more than the minimum. She told me that she can't do anything without a condom.

When I was erect I asked her to get on top of me. She straddled me, inserted my cock inside her and then made rhythmic movents. I looked at her lovely body and put my hands in different places, on her hips, on her slender waist, and then holding her pert breasts.

This was a couple of weeks ago on a Friday. Yesterday I was in Soho again. I had read on the PunterNet forum that the walk up at 4 Old Compton Street has now closed for good. I could see that the door was shut. I don't know exactly why it has closed, but I don't think it was the police or the council that did it. Some of the nicest prostitutes have worked there; Angie, Paris, Ritzy and Sandy.

At 34 Romilly Street they have the names of the two women on the wall just inside the doorway. I was expecting to see Simona and Nelly. It was however Simona and Paris. I thought that Paris only did weekends. She is another girl who was on my list. She is not the same girl as the Paris who worked at 4 Old Compton Street.

I wasn't very impressed when I saw her. In fact I thought about walking out. She had short blonde hair and her attractiveness was only average. She didn't seem to be very motivated either. I told her that I had been to this flat before to see Nelly. She said she knows Nelly, Nelly is her friend. I said that when I saw Nelly I put a latex glove on my hand and put my finger inside her. She said that we could do that and reached over for a latex glove.

She lay on her back and opened her legs wide. When the glove was on she put a blob of lubricant on my index finger. First I slowly moved the end of my finger up and down between the labia, separating them and looking inside. Her pussy was very pretty. I told her that it was like a beautiful flower, which she thought was funny. I pushed my finger inside her vagina and moved it up and down. After a while I indicated that I could put two fingers inside her, but she said no. I put my index finger back in, but when I moved my finger in such a way as to stimulated her G-Spot she didn't want that either.

I got the feeling that maybe she didn't like me, or that she didn't like her customers generally. She was quite passive throughout. But when I was getting dressed she sat on the bed and gazed at me in an affectionate way.

70A Berwick Street is another one that has the names of the women on the wall inside the doorway. I have noticed the name Monica there. She is another girl on my list. Monica has been recommended by someone on the PunterNet forum, but then so have other women at this place. Perhaps she will be the next one I shall see.

Another woman I might see is Mesa at 26 Romilly Street. Or maybe one of the other oriental women there. I saw Sarah there a couple of months ago. At 26 Romilly Street is you have to walk up to the second floor to see who is there that day.

UPDATE: Paris is also called Laura and works other places in Soho now

Amanda Sunita Sarah

Today I decided to try three women that I hadn't seen before. All of these women have been recommended. Lisle Street is the first to open in the morning so I went there first. At 2 Lisle Street I saw Amanda. She is quite pretty and I'm sure a lot of people would like her but she's a bit too Jennifer Aniston-y for me. She is of average height and has brown hair. I think she would be good for someone looking for a 'girlfriend experience' because she tries to please.

I asked her to play with my willy to make it get big and after a while I asked her if she'd like to do the 69 position. She said I would have to pay extra for that but she could just turn round if I liked. She moved her bottom next to my face and I got a close-up of her pussy and her bum hole. I would have loved to have pushed my fingers inside her pussy and her bum hole - she looked delightful in that positition - but I contented myself with opening her pussy lips and looking inside.

Afterwards I asked her about Natalie, and she said that Natalie has left for good, gone back to her own country. I was glad that I had been to see Natalie before she went. Snogging Natalie was wonderful, I had never kissed a woman as beautiful as her. However, it's always possible that someday she might be back. I seem to remember she went off once before. Maybe she's made her fortune and wants to do something else with her life.

I noticed the name of the woman in the top flat, written on a card on the stairway. It wasn't Nelly so perhaps Nelly has gone too. When I'd been waiting to see Amanda the maid had been very chatty and told me she was new there too. So maybe they're all new there.

Next I went to Frith Street to see the new woman there. Sunita is the only other Indian woman in Soho apart from Meena. Although I think someone might have mentioned one in Dean Street too. I went up the stairs to the first flat. A young Chinese man came down the stairs and I noticed an older woman following me up the stairs. The door of the flat was open and I could see the maid. I assumed that Sunita was busy so I said to the maid that I would come back later. She said to come back in five minutes.

The maid and the other woman coming up the stairs behind me greeted each other so I think they hadn't started yet. They were just opening up. When I was back on the street I noticed the Chinese man waiting outside and an even younger man in smart clothing. I thought I don't want to wait till they've had their turn with Sunita so I thought I'll come back later.

I went to nearby Romilly Street to see if Sarah was there. Her name was up there. The maid answered the door and said that she was with a man and there was another one waiting, and that I could come back later or there's another girl upstairs. I could see that the other girl up the stairs was Alena, and although I like Alena I decided to come back later.

I went to have a coffee and something to eat and then decided to try and see Sunita again, before it got to 12 when I thought there might be a mid-day rush. I didn't have to wait to see her. She's quite a tall attractive woman. I asked her if she had had many customers that day. She said there were a few who wanted to see her on their way to work. I asked if they were builders or office workers and she said some of each.

The most interesting thing she told me is that some men work in Soho and tell their colleagues they're popping out for a cigarette break. Then they go to see her. For 10 minutes. Then they go back to work, and nobody knows what they've been up to.

Because Sunita is tall, I wanted to fuck her. I wouldn't say she's as pretty as Meena - although some people aren't attracted to Meena - but she's attractive and friendly. I think she used to do Thursdays but now does Tuesdays too.

After I'd had some lunch I went back to Romilly Street to see Sarah. Sarah is from Thailand, she is small and has a light brown skin. She is quite pretty, although I wouldn't say she's as pretty as Lucy or even Ivy. I didn't have much money left in my wallet at this point, and I asked the maid is they charge £20 or £25 for the basic service. At Lisle Street it is now £25 and at Frith Street it is £20. She said £20, it's £20 wherever you go in Soho. I said that at some places it is £25, but she said that's only if you want French and sex. There wasn't much point in contradicting her, but she is not correct.

Sarah played with my will till it got hard, then she put on a condom and I asked her to get on top of me. She made rhythmic movements, but it wasn't stimulating enough and I lost my erection. I asked her to wank me, and then I asked her if she could talk dirty. I gave her some examples of what I would like her to say. The things that Ivy says to me, like "Fuck my pussy, darling. Fuck my wet pussy. My pussy is so wet for you". She said them, over and over again, and I became very aroused. As I explained to her, it would take me more than 10 minutes for me to come. I told her I might come and see her again and spend more time with her. I might do, or I might go and see Lucy instead.

the prosecution of sex workers

I was looking at the Harlot's Parlour site and I read about the English Collective of Prostitutes' campaign to stop the prosecution of Sheila Farmer. This was of interest to me because I have said on this blog that the laws about prostitution make women unsafe and should be changed. Her case graphically illustrates what I and many others have been saying.

There are many women up and down the country who make a good living from prostitution working on their own from their own flats without ever coming into contact with the police. What they do is legal. Sheila Farmer was apparently one of these. However, it is often not safe. She was viciously attacked by a man who raped her repeatedly, tried to strangle her and kept her tied up for hours.

After this she decided to work only with other women. Her flat was raided by the police, she was arrested and faces up to seven years in prison. This has happened to a number of women, and apparently they are often also often accused of 'money laundering'.

Also found on the Harlot's Parlour site is a discussion of the recent case of Hanna Morris. Hanna called the police when violent men brandishing shotguns raided one of the flats she operated threatening the women inside by throwing petrol around with the intention of setting fire to the premises with the women present. Hanna called the police with the expectation that they would pursue, capture and hopefully convict the violent men that had attacked the women whom she represented. The police chose to close Hanna’s business and begin a prosecution against Hanna that could have put her in prison for seven years.

Sheila Farmer's case doesn't seem to have made it into the newspapers, but not long ago Claire Finch's did. The police raided her house and charged her with brothel-keeping. This article in the Times is about Claire and Hanna's cases.

Street prostitution is a very different kind of prostitution, but here also the law makes women unsafe. This article in the Guardian shows this. A raft of new legislation has served only to shunt thousands of women out of well-lit, residential locales and into desolate, semi-industrial wastelands. David Wilson, professor of criminology at Birmingham City University, has suggested managed zones where sex workers can work safely, decriminalisation, or even full legislation. Some women's groups, however, decry these measures as 'legitimising the abuse of women'.

I think that these feminists have got it completely wrong. It is current legislation which 'legitimizes' the abuse of women. They should support changes in the law that will result in fewer women being killed, injured and raped. Women know what they need to do to keep themselves safe, and feminists should listen to them instead of ignoring them or shouting them down.

The Harlot's Parlour site has information about the ideas of two radical feminists, Andrea Dworkin and Catharine Mackinnon. Despite their extremism they have had a lot of influence on feminism and attitudes to laws on prostitution.

I don't believe that sex workers are doing anything wrong, but I'm not so sure about people who aren't sex workers but make money out of sex workers. I don't know if Sheila Farmer, Hanna Morris or Claire Finch are in that category. I have nothing against prostitution, but the best type of prostitution is where the women take the profits and are not told what to do by anyone else.

In Soho the sex workers in the walk ups are not breaking the law because they work alone. Most sex workers who work from flats on their own would I guess rent from a landlord who has no idea that prostitution is occurring on the premises, or if they do know turn a blind eye. Or maybe they have a mortgage or have paid outright for the flat.

I thought maybe a similar arrangement worked in Soho. I know that the granddaughter of Paul Raymond owns a lot of property in Soho. However, I have been becoming increasingly aware that there are people who organize the women and would be taking much of the profit.

I was told recently that all of the women at my favourite walk up in Soho have been told not to do oral sex without a condom. Probably a good thing, but I didn't realize that they are all told what to do. Someone else said that the reason one of the flats in Old Compton Street was not used for a while was because of a 'change of management'. A couple of the women have talked about their 'bosses' (in both cases a woman).

The sooner we get sensible changes in legislation the better. Then not only will women be safer but they will be better able to organize themselves and keep the profits from their work.

looking for Angela

In my last post I mentioned how I tried to find Angela in Peter Street. I couldn't find her, and on Wednesday I decided to try again. Re-reading the Soho Walk-Up Thread on the PunterNet Forum I found the location of her flat. It is on the top floor of 28 Peter Street. She isn't normally the sort of woman that I would go for, just the opposite in fact, but I thought it would be an interesting experience. She is apparently quite wild.

When the maid opened the door I asked her the name of the woman there that day. In Peter Street, unlike most other places in Soho, they don't put the name of the woman up outside the flat. She wouldn't say but kept inviting me in to talk to the woman. When I was inside the flat I saw quite an attractive Italian-looking woman, with long black hair. She looked about 40. I asked her if she is Angela and she said yes.

The bedroom was pleasant enough and had big mirrors. I asked her if I could spend ten minutes with her for £20. I said I would like a hand job. While she was wanking me she asked me how I knew about her. I said that I had found out about her on the internet. She asked what they were saying about her and I replied that they said she looked liked a porn star and was horny.

It was quite a pleasant experience but afterwards I couldn't help thinking that maybe this woman isn't Angela. She wasn't quite what I was expecting. I started re-reading the Soho Walk-Up Thread more carefully and also the field reports for Soho. Angela is in fact a blonde! So the woman I saw wan't being honest with me. Unless she's had a change of hair colour which could have happened but I don't think so.

When she had been asking me about what they were saying about her, she really wanted to know what they were saying about Angela. Probably she knows Angela, maybe she thinks of Angela as a rival. Or she wants to know how Angela has got herself lots of publicity.

Anyway, apparently I might not be the only one who has been looking for Angela. I saw a news report on TV about four Police Community Support Officers who have left their jobs in disgrace after being caught visiting a 'brothel' while on duty. I could recognize Peter Street and I wondered if it was the same flat I had been to.

I googled it and came up with two news stories in The Telegraph and The Daily Mail. The Mail story has a photo of the doorway. The PCSOs had asked after a particular Eastern European woman (Angela is Lithuanian). She wan't there, and they had a cup of tea with the maid. It is defininitely 28 Peter Street. So maybe they had been reading the PunterNet Forum and decided to check out 'fab looking horny filthy talking porn star lookalike' Angela. All they got was a cup of tea.

Ross Kemp on trafficking

Last night on Sky 1 there was a documentary about human trafficking. I didn't see it but yesterday I read the article in the Mirror newspaper. Before I read it I thought it was going to be the usual sensationalist rubbish but in fact it was more reasoned than most.

He wrote that we don't know how many people have been trafficked into the UK illegally. He didn't use false statistics as have so many commentators on the issue. He didn't condemn men who pay for sex, as long as it is consensual. He wrote about other forms of trafficking apart from sex trafficking. There were a few paragraphs about Vietnamese teenagers locked into marijuana factories. There was a mention of domestic servitude.

Farmers come in for some criticism "There are a lot of farmers out there, as well as others in the agricultural sector, who need to take a good, hard look at themselves and the things that they do." A bit harsh on farmers, you might think, but if you have read about exploitation of workers in the agricultural sector he has a point.

Most people think that Eastern European farm workers in the UK have a 9 to 5 job. If your read what Felicity Lawrence has found out about it, you find that they might have to work 12 hours one day and then not get any work for the next 3 days. And they have to pay rent on substandard shared accommodation whether they are given work or not. That's not the worst of it - read Felicity Lawrence.

Ross mentions the Chinese cockle pickers who died in Morecambe Bay in 2004. At least 21 people died. They had all been trafficked. "Some bosses believe they can't afford to employ someone legitimately - so they employ them illegally."

I have written in previous posts that I suspect that in some communities in the UK such as the West African community prostitution can be underground. This is an important point because some radical feminists believe that prostitution cannot be driven underground, by banning it or banning advertisement of it.

It can never be truly underground they say because if punters can find prostitutes then so can the police and outreach workers. As I said this is not true of drug dealing so why would it be true of prostitution. Drug addicts can find drug dealers but the police find it more difficult.

Ross seems to understand this. "Language and cultural barriers make it very difficult to get inside many communities, particularly those from Nigeria, China and south east Asia." It suspect that in some communities prostitution is not advertised but spread by word of mouth.

The one thing I do think is incorrect about Ross's article is when he says "Some of the girls have sex with 40 men in a day, sometimes more". From what I know of prostitution, brothels just don't have that many customers, especially since the recession. The busiest prostitutes in the UK would be the ones in Soho. They might have 20 customers a day if they're busy, probably double the number of ones in suburban brothels.

Trafficking and coercion do happen, in the sex industry and in other industries. It happens with children, teenagers and adults, as Ross says. In the sex industry coercion is infrequent with adults, even less frequent with teenagers, and happens hardly at all with children. That doesn't mean we should be complacent. We should strive to eliminate coercion. However, trying to criminalize punters would be as stupid as trying to criminalize people who want to eat cockles.

You might not think that a soap opera actor would not make a good journalist. However, he seems to make a better journalist than some professional journalists like Kirsty Whalley. She has a hidden agenda; she wants to ban prostitution and is using false statistics and the issue of trafficking to try to attain that goal.

Nellie and Elena

Tuesday last week I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to go and see Natalie in Lisle Street and pay her an extra £10 so that I could kiss her. I have never kissed a woman as beautiful as her, so it would be a new and memorable experience. I was hoping that I could get a good snog and get my tongue in her mouth.

It's rare for Soho prostitutes to offer kissing as an extra service. Some of them have a little sign up saying don't ask for kissing because they never do it. The last time I saw Natalie she told me that I could for and extra tenner.

I got to Lisle Street just after midday about the time when they open. I wanted to be the first customer of the day, so that some other bloke hadn't snogged her just before me. She wasn't there though. It would have been a good idea if I had checked the Soho Walk Ups page, which is not always accurate but gives a good indication of what days the women do. I could see that Nellie was on the top floor, and I wondered if this was the same Nellie that I had caught a glimpse of once in the doorway of a flat round the corner in Wardour/Whitcomb Street.

So I went and had a coffee and something to eat, and then I looked around to see who was available that I knew of. I didn't fancy seeing someone that I hadn't seen before, or someone who wasn't recommended. Last time I did that I saw Lisa and it was a waste of money.

I looked in Little Newport Street and saw that it was an oriental woman available that day. At this flat they don't usually put the name of the woman just a brief description. If it had said a blonde woman then I would have known it was Vicky, who I have not seen before but is well recommended. I knew it wasn't Lucy's day so I thought it would probably be Nina. Nina is OK but I didn't really want to see her again.

I looked in Greek Street and D'Arblay Street. If Amy, Ivy or Sabrina were available I would have seen one of them. None of these women are tall and slender or beautiful but I have enjoyed my time with them. I have seen Amy and Ivy many times, and I saw Sabrina recently too.

I remembered that on the Soho Walk Ups page it said that Polish Mimi is at Green's Court on Tuesdays. However, in this case it is inaccurate. Or maybe she just wasn't there that day. I haven't seen Mimi for ages so I suspect she is no longer there. I haven't seen Ritzy for a long time either, although according to the Soho Walk Ups page she is at Old Compton Street sometimes.

I have seen Ritzy at Green's Court before and Old Compton Street too. Often the same women turn up at both these places. The same with D'Arblay Street and Greek Street.

When I got to Old Compton Street I saw that Sandy was in one of the flats. In the other flat was someone whose name I didn't recognize. This other flat had been closed for a while, which is surprising when you consider how valuable a flat like that would be, on the corner of Old Compton Street and Charing Cross Road. Some say there is a ghost there.

I have seen Sandy many times, starting years ago when she was in Blore Court off Berwick Street. I went to her door, hoping that it would be answered by the young pretty maid that I had seen a couple of times. It would have been nice if I'd had to sit and wait with this maid until Sandy was ready. I would have liked to get a good look at her. However, it was an older woman who opened the door. The maids are nearly always middle aged or elderly.

Sandy wasn't her normal happy chatty self that day. On the Soho Walk-Up thread on the PunterNet forum somebody said she can be like this sometimes. At first I thought maybe she wasn't pleased to see me. She said she remembered me, even though I had not seen her for five months. Now I realize she must have just been having a bad day that day. I decided not to try and put my finger in her pussy, although on previous occasions she hasn't minded me doing that.

After my less than satisfying experience with Sandy I wanted to see someone else, but who to see? I went up the spiral staircase at the flats in Wardour/Whitcomb Street. I saw there was a woman called Mary at one of them. I wondered if this was the Italian woman Mary who I had seen before at Green's Court. She had been really nice, and when I parted from her I said "Ciao Bella!". This means 'Good-bye (or hello), Beautiful!'. She had replied to me "Ciao Bellissimo!", which means 'Good-bye, most Beautiful!'.

The woman who answered the door didn't look like the Mary I had seen, not unless she had become a lot more glamorous. This woman was very attractive, standing there in her underwear, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to go with her. She showed me her price list and asked me what I wanted. I said I wasn't sure. I said I would think about it and come back later.

I went round the corner to 2 Lisle Street and Nellie. She is a very pretty young woman with a lovely smile. I'm not sure if she is the same woman I caught a glimpse of when she opened the door to several young men at the top of the spiral staircase. Next time I see Nellie I shall ask her if she has worked round the corner in Wardour/Whitcomb Street.

When I had taken my clothes off she came into the room, smiling, and stood up close to me. She is of medium height and has black slightly curly hair. We got on the bed and she played with my willy while I put my hands between her legs. I was wondering how far I could go, but she didn't seem to mind me putting my finger inside her pussy. Towards the end of my ten minutes I asked if I could see her pussy. She went onto her hands and knees on the bed, with her bottom sticking up in the air. I pushed my index finger into her pussy and moved it around and she acted as if she was enjoying it.

While I was putting my clothes back on I asked Nellie if she liked London. I asked her where she has gone in London and she said "Arsenal" and smiled. I said "You like football?". Her English wasn't that good. She told me she is Hungarian.

This was a very pleasant experience for me. She had given me an erection, but the ten minutes had not been long enough for me to come. I decided I wanted to see another woman. There are 3 places in Greek Street and I have been to 2 of them. I decided to try the third of these. What has put me off in the past is that it is quite a grotty looking place, but then again so are all of the places in Lisle Street. Also I read in a newspaper report that there is somewhere in Greek Street that they call 'the slaughter house' because it has a succession of abused Eastern European women working there. I knew it couldn't be the 2 places that I had been to so I thought it might be here. Now I realize that newspapers just make up a lot of stuff.

A lot of people will say that of course the women in these places will be smiling and willing to oblige, because if they don't they will get beaten up by their pimp. This is another fabrication. There aren't any men around. The only people who are exploiting them are the property owners who take hundreds of pounds a day from each flat. The owners of these flats are not foreign criminals but respectable business people.

The door was opened by a smiling young woman who invited me in. I glimpsed a black and white cat and I asked her what his name is. She said "Jasper". I have seen this cat a few times before because sometimes he comes down the stairs and sits in the doorway. I have taken photographs of him.

She showed me into the bedroom which seemed quite pleasant. There was a big TV close to the bed and a porn DVD was showing. As she was asking me what I would like from her I was glancing at what was happening on the DVD. I opted for a hand job. Elena is short and has black hair, and she has a lovely smile like Nellie. When she was wanking me I asked her if I could see her pussy and she stood above me while I held her pussy open. I was a lot of fun.

When I was putting my clothes back on I told her that lots of people have taken photographs of Jasper because he comes and sits in the doorway sometimes. People from around the world have seen his photograph, but they think his name is Coco.

Some people look for him when they walk along Greek Street, hoping to see him. They are likely to be disappointed, though, because he doesn't often come down. However, if you go up the stairs and ask the woman there if you can see her pussy, she will be happy to let you take a look.

at last some sense

Deputy Chief Constable Simon Byrne, who acts as the Association of Chief Police Officer’s lead on prostitution, called on the Government to consider overhauling Britain’s various prostitution laws.

The last three paragraphs of this newspaper article say it all:-

Many sex worker groups, however, say only full or partial decriminalisation of the sex trade will dramatically improve safety. They say the anti-brothel legislation which prohibits more than one person selling sex in a single property forces women onto the streets and away from the comparative safety of a group.

"The law as it currently stands makes sex workers vulnerable to the police, criminals and vigilantes," said Catherine Stephens from the International Union of Sex Workers. "We are criminalised if we work together. I know of brothels that are regularly targeted by gangs because they know they won’t go to police for fear of being arrested themselves."

She added: "If we want to make sex workers safer we need an intelligent and informed debate on Britain’s prostitution laws based on evidence and not misinformed stereotypes. The law doesn’t just fail to target violence and exploitation, it actually facilitates it. Would we be safer working together? Yes. Is that legal? No."

I hope that people listen to him.

the undeserving whore

I have often wondered how it is that some people talk about prostitutes as victims and yet they support policies that make their lives more dangerous and unpleasant. How is it that some feminists such as those in OBJECT celebrate laws that further criminalize women? How is it that they have nothing to say when prostitutes are 'named and shamed' and have their names and photographs shown in newspapers or on the Internet? See here, here and here.

There has been a lot of discussion in the media recently about the poor and benefits. Talk of the deserving and the undeserving poor. 'The underserving poor' is a phrase from Victorian times. This discussion has helped me to understand how prostitutes can be treated as both victims and worthy of harsh treatment.

Rich men like David Cameron, Iain Duncan Smith and William Hague say that they want to rescue the long-term unemployed. They say that they are condemned to lie on their sofas all day wathching daytime TV. They want to move people on Incapacity Benefit off benefits and into jobs.

Many more people on Incapacity Benefit will move onto Job Seekers' Allowance (or whatever replaces it) than into jobs. Job Seeker's Allowance is considerably less than Incapacity Benefit. Incapacity Benefit, like the basic state pension, is just enough for people to live on. Job Seeker's Allowance is not.

If people stayed on Job Seeker's Allowance for a short while till they could get a job, it wouldn't be so bad. But there are few jobs available. That's because rich people, especially those in the City, have buggered up the economy. It isn't poor people turning down job offers that is the cause of large-scale unemployment, it is rich people. Millions of people will suffer. Their happiness index will not be high.

In my experience unemployed people don't degenerate on their sofas. They often develop strategies for coping, making use of the fact that although they are cash poor they are time rich. Some of them try to use their time to improve themselves through courses or reading newspapers and books. But if you try to explain that to affluent people they say that they are living the life of Riley.

If you are on benefits you are either a victim who needs rescuing, or living the life of Riley. It's one extreme or the other. They have no sense that people on benefits are just ordinary people trying to make the best of what is available to them. And it's the same with prostitutes. Prostitutes are either victims who need rescuing, or criminal and antisocial. Nothing in between.

There's a fine line between having pity for someone and having contempt for them.

The Policing And Crime Bill 2009 makes it easier for the police to arrest women for soliciting. Also many prostitutes have had Anti-Social Behaviour Orders taken out against them. Not because a member of the community has identified her as an individual, but because the police have decided she is antisocial. You could call this 'objectification'.

It seems that the more they say that someone is a victim, the more it is acceptable for them to make their lives more difficult. It doesn't seem to be any better in Sweden. Jonas Trolle, Detective Superintendent of Stockholm's Police Surveillance Unit said this to the BBC.

"I think it should be difficult to be a prostitute even though it is not forbidden in Sweden. So even though we don't put them into jail, we say OK we will make it very very difficult for you to act as a prostitute in our society, even though we see her as a victim."

Some way to treat a victim. To make her life more difficult and more dangerous. Some prostitutes in Sweden have to work for longer to get the money they need, and do things they wouldn't normally do.

It does seem strange how people can think this way, seemingly believing two extreme opposite points of view at the same time. Or maybe they are saying one thing but acting the opposite. But we have historical examples of this. The Marxists who talk of the poor as victims but as soon as they get into power torture and murder them in their millions. Or the right wing Americans who talk about restricting the power of the federal government but who refer to the President as Commander-in-chief (if he's Republican and white) and think any criticism of foreign policy is unpatriotic.

If you look at the photograph of Michelle Lyn Smith here, she doesn't look like a drug addict to me. Drug addicts usually look thin. She just looks poor. Perhaps she is like 'Vicky' who says here that she has poorly paid work but uses prostitution to make ends meet. It's obvious that they are not a threat to the community.

Michelle Lyn Smith looks like the sort of woman who likes to share a joke and a cigarette with men. She looks like the sort of woman who if an old man smiled at her she would give him a smile and not a frown. The sort of woman that some feminists don't like.

2 different types of prostitution in South London

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Are the prohibitionists in retreat?

Many people who would like to see prostitution banned seem to have changed tack recently. Instead of saying that the majority of women involved in prostitution are coerced in one way or another, with large numbers of women trafficked, they are now saying that it doesn't matter how many women are trafficked. They are not admitting that their statistics are false but as these statistics are discredited they are starting to say they are unimportant.

However, it seems to me that their entire argument is based on their false statistics, which is why they have always stated them so frequently.

The MP Denis MacShane had said that 25,000 women had been trafficked into Britain. After a poor performance on Newsnight where he was heavily criticised, he is now talking about 'a futile war of statistics'.

A new Association of Chief Police Officers report shows that the number of women trafficked is less than thought. Last year Dr Nick Mai produced research that showed some migrants prefer to work as sex workers because they earn more money and work fewer hours. It has recently been revealed that no men have been convicted and only 3 men cautioned since the introduction of the new law in Britain banning men from paying for sex with a coerced woman. The recent Pentameter 2 police operation failed to convict anyone of trafficking.

In October last year Nick Davies wrote two articles in The Guardian Inquiry fails to find single trafficker who forced anybody into prostitution (about Pentameter 2) and Prostitution and trafficking – the anatomy of a moral panic that seem to have caused quite a stir in the anti-trafficking world. The second one shows how the statistics on trafficking have been grossly inflated by some feminist and religious groups. Politicians such as Harriet Harman and Jaqui Smith who have used these false statistics to support bad legislation have now been removed from power.

Amid all the bad news for the prohibitionists was something that at first sight might seem a boost. In July of this year Julie Bindel wrote an article in The Guardian Legalising prostitution is not the answer that says a new report on the effectiveness of Swedish anti-prostitution laws shows that banning men from paying for sex is a good thing. The report said that the number of women involved in street prostitution in Sweden has halved whereas the number of women involved in street prostitution in Denmark and Norway have seen a 'sharp rise'. However, Norway has very similar laws to Sweden, so how can such laws be regarded as a success?

Now it turns out that the figures for Denmark are false. There has not been a sharp rise in street prostitution in Denmark.

The fact is that if we introduce a law to criminalize men who pay for sex in this country it could result in a sharp rise in street prostitution as it has in Norway. The best that could be hoped for is that half of street prostitutes will abandon their traditional red light districts. That is the message of the report on Swedish law.

Also, I would expect the number of women involved in street prostitution to have decreased by a lot more than just a half before the law could be judged a success. Just because street prostitutes aren't seen in their traditional red light districts doesn't mean they aren't still working. I have written more about this on my 'the issues' page on this blog.

Julie Bindel doesn't mention that Norway has similar laws to Sweden. She seems triumphant, but I think she is trying to bluff it out. She says there is no evidence that prostitution has been forced underground in Sweden, but it seems obvious that the lives of Swedish prostitutes has become more unpleasant and dangerous.

Looks like the 'academic consensus' of opinion on the subject that Bindel writes about in her article was correct after all.

To take the emotion out of the issue, it would be good to compare sex slavery to domestic slavery.

If it was true that most women who work as child minders or cleaners were trafficked into the country and coerced into doing this type of work, then it would make sense to ban people from having having child minders or cleaners. The people who use them could be criticised for encouraging a trade that causes misery. We know that there are some trafficked women in domestic slavery and yet it would seem absurd to want to ban people from having domestic help.

Much better to regulate it. This would be the best way to avoid abuse. To want to continue to criminalize many aspects of prostitution to help a tiny minority is wrong for two reasons; not only does it stop lots of women from being able to feed their families but it doesn't help coerced women. In fact it harms the coerced women. The prohibitionists are harming women. So to say that we need to continue to crack down on prostitution to help a tiny minority is wrong.

If you did believe that most women involved in prostitution are coerced, then it would be the traffickers and the pimps who make the profit from the sex industry. Cracking down on prostitution would harm their profits and make Britain less attractive for traffickers. Trafficking would decrease, and in time possibly stop.

If you believe that it is the women themselves who are making the money then cracking down on prostitution means they have to work harder for the money they need; working longer hours, having sex with more men, doing things they wouldn't usually do and don't want to do - such as oral sex without a condom.

That is why it does matter how many women are trafficked. It does matter what proportion of prostitutes are working for much the same reason as most of us are working or coerced into doing it. If you get it wrong, you harm some of the most vulnerable people in society and increase their problems, making worse the things you say you want to cure.

If you are opposed to prostitution, in the past it was possible to say only that you are opposed to trafficking. Who could have a problem with someone being opposed to trafficking? No one likes to think of sex slaves being raped 30 times a day (prostitutes don't have sex with 30 men a day - brothels just don't get that many customers). If prostitution=trafficking then you will get a lot of public support. They know that most people don't want prostitution banned. That is why their false statistics have always been so important to them.

Some people have an ideological opposition to prostitution, even if it occurs between consenting adults. Some feminists and some religious people. Ideological opposition is usually an attempt to justify a visceral hatred. Some feminists and some religious people have a visceral hatred of paid for sex just as some religious people have a visceral hatred of homosexual sex. I think that feminists should think very carefully about who they ally themselves with.

There was a very amusing article in my local free paper this month. Another local paper had had a front page article with a headline something like 'Sinister Brothel Uncovered'. There is an organization called CCAT - Croydon Community Against Trafficking - that pointed out that the paper had been advertising this brothel. This to me shows that concern can be manufactured by the media and politicians to get publicity and support for themselves.

The paper advertises lots of brothels and independent sex workers. CCAT, described as 'an anti-sex trafficking charity' have campaigned against 'adult advertisements'. They are an alliance of feminists and 'church groups'. They call for a boycott of this paper, saying that it is 'making a profit from the exploitation of women'.

I don't know what they are hoping to achieve, men will just look on the internet to find women. I'm sure that CCAT would call for the internet to be censored. Harriet Harman has already called for the PunterNet site to be closed down. That's how dangerous these people are. They want to censor the media and deny freedom of speech. No doubt they would love to be able to censor any attempt to expose their deceptiveness.

They don't care about truth, all they care about is getting their own way, by fair means or foul. All they care about is their weird obsessions yet they pretend they care about the vulnerable. In many countries of the world these types have the upper hand, now they seem to be on the run. That makes me happy.

have spoken to Nicky today

People who have followed my blog for a while may remember someone I have written about quite a bit, a woman called Nicky. Nine-fingered Nicky. She was one of the two or three worst addicted women that I saw on Tooting Bec Common. I have just spoken to her. I was in the centre of Croydon and she was walking towards me. I could easily have not recognized her.

She said hello to me. I said "Hello, how are you?". She looked quite healthy, still looking older than her years, but much better than the last time I had seen her. She said that she was fine. I wanted to know if she had given up drugs, but it seemed impolite to ask. She said "I've stopped all that messing about".

I don't know if she blames herself for the situation she was in. I would have liked to have said to her that she had been in the grip of a powerful addiction, and it was admirable that she had been able to overcome it. I used to think that nobody could overcome crack addiction, especially when it has become so strong.

She asked me how I was, but she didn't want to talk for long. I can think of a number of reasons why she might not want to have a proper conversation with me. I would have liked to ask her if she knew what had happened to Katy and Chrissie, the two other most addicted women I had seen on Tooting Bec Common.

I have often thought she could write a book about her experiences. People would want to know about her life. She is quite an intelligent person. Chrissie told me she usually has a book with her, although I'm not quite sure if that was the other Nicky. I would have liked to interview her for this blog.

I used to ask Chrissie if she knew how Nicky is. Chrissie said to me that she told Nicky that I was always asking about her. Nicky might have been the first girl I encountered on Tooting Bec Common in 2000. For some reason I avoided her for years. Then she disappeared from the Common for a while and when I saw her again I asked her if she had a flat we could go to. I saw her twice in her flat, and had hoped she would come to my flat, but got no answer when I phoned and texted her.

Then I saw her once more on the Common. I was shocked by her appearance. I didn't want to do anything with her. Then many months later I saw her in a supermarket and a couple of weeks later in the street. She told me she was going to do some rehab.

The thing I always notice about her is that she is such an ordinary person. An ordinary nice chatty person. She probably just wants to get on with her life. She's put all that behind her. She's probably in a relationship with a man. She might have a baby; someone told me that she was pregnant and was giving up prostitution.

I was pleased to see she is happy now. She deserves to be happy. She was always a nice person. Despite being a crack addict I don't think she ever lied to people or stole from people. I felt a bit sad, though. I could tell that now there was nothing that she could ever want from me. I guess one thing I liked about street girls is that they wanted something from me, either money or something to eat or a cup of tea or a hug.

a new experience

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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.