Soft-on

Went to see Jenny again last night after going to the Gym. Had a disturbingly difficult time getting hard for the second go. The first go was electric mind you. We drank and chatted after I came first time (over her stomach and tits). Normally me just stroking her legs and arms and hair is enough to get me stiff again. Not this time. She sucked my cock but it still only got to half mast. She mounted me and I forced my cock inside but it was too soft for vigorous fucking. Shit.

"You are tired. You shouldn't go to the gym before coming to see me. Last time you came three times!" She said.

We sat on the bed facing each other. I was disappointed with myself but I said,

"Lets just cuddle"

I pulled her to me and started to kiss her lips and her cheeks whilst stroking her hair. She reciprocated and then started to rub my cock. I guess the gentle intimacy was what did the trick as I was hard again. She leaned back but kept hold of my cock and carried on pulling up and down. I started to rub her clit vigorously with my thumb. She then pushed my thumb inside her. We carried on wanking each other before I said,

"I need to fuck you"

Putting on the rubber softened my dick again. Shit. But it only softened a little so I was able to enter her. As soon as I started shafting her pussy my cock hardened-up. Jenny started to moan as I fucked her. I moved onto my knees still fucking her whilst rubbing her clit hard with my thumb. I could see her face flush as she moaned and her pussy tightened. I shot my load with a loud "Dhaaaar!"

As we chatted afterwards, I learnt that Jen has a boyfriend. A former client. I felt a bit jealous, but I know I would be even more jealous if I was her boyfriend as I have been there. Maybe the way to look at being the boyfriend of a working girl is to consider that you are getting for free what others pay for. But can you stay faithful to a girlfriend who fucks other men all the time? Hard to do I think.

Anyway, I told her about Carmel.

"Do you keep in touch?" she asked. I nodded. She gave me one of her wide and wicked smiles.

She also has a new flat-mate as well. It's the girl who I booked last time who stood me up, Paula. Normally, whilst a client is there the other girl tends to keep out of the way and certainly isn't allowed to have their own clients. ( I think this actually breaks the law as the flat is deemed a brothel.) However, when I got out of the shower, bollock naked in the corridor, with no towel, I bumped in to Paula. She smiled.

When I got back to her room, I joked with Jen that next time we could have a threesome.

"Okay, why not" she replied, not joking.

Lady luck

I did something I rarely do over the weekend; I bought a lottery ticket. Just one and I used the lucky dip. I've got no superstitions about lucky numbers.

Why did I fritter money away on what I have called in the past and I quote:

"a tax on the poor, the stupid and the hopelessly optimistic."?

Probably like many people I feel disappointed with where I am. I earn a reasonable salary (if I ever filled in personal details surveys I my gross income is always in the top category; X,000 and above) but it gets spent, and not all by me. That scotch bastard Brown takes a huge chunk of it to fritter away on lazy-arsed civil servants, doling out money to useless wankers who couldn't be bothered to work hard at school and The North. I have lagre commitments as well. I am feeling jaded with my career as well. No sure it's what I want to do any more.

So I found myself believing the recent National Lottery advertising. "It could be you", "You've gotta be in it to win it." Suffice it to say Luck wasn't a Lady for me and I didn't win. When I looked up the results on the internet it seems the jackpot was won by one ticket and it was £8.8m! Fuck.

No prizes for guessing what I would do if I won. Buy a house within limping distance of a brothel in a far-eastern city of my choice. I'd spend my nights fucking and my days either working out in the gym, reading or writing. Probably more than this blog.

Oh well. A la semaine prochain.

Make-up girls

How lacking in class is putting on make-up in public, specifically on the tube? It destroys any mystique about your beauty, it shows a lack of regard for your fellow passengers and how the hell would you like it if I was shaving on the tube right next to you!

Advice to all women: never let any man, however long you've been together, see you doing beauty preparation work. We want to believe you are naturally gorgeous, even though we know you put lots of effort into looking good. Do not do any of the following in view of your man:

putting on make-up,

shaving, plucking, waxing (although we might actually help you do you pussy as part of sex play,

applying creams, (fuck knows what all these potions are for)

applying perfume, (even though we may buy it for you)

Blow drying your hair is okay though, and I like watching women get dressed.

Call to the east

Carmel called me the a couple of days ago. She thinks I have forgotten her. No chance of that, ever. She wants me to come to Asia "When will you come and see me, honey. When, when when?" I determined more than ever to plot my escape for work and child care commitments.

She called me from Shanghai. I assumed she was traveling for her import business. But I was watching the sports news last night and it's the inaugural Formula 1 Shanghai Grand Prix. China is very excited by this event. Lots of people coming to Shanghai, not just the, mainly British, teams of mechanics etc. for the motor racing. Maybe Carmel has been recruited by her jet-setting madam to go to Shanghai to service the nocturnal needs that this event has generated. Curse the advent of low cost travel in Asia!

What can I do? Nothing. How did I meet her? As a client. When did I last see her? 3 months ago. What do I expect?

The need to see her again is burning within me. I need to spend more time with her to see where we may get to as a couple.

Double diversion

Some of you may recall that during the trip in which I met Carmel I had an experience with two providers I met in a bar. Here's the full story:

The room was dark and smoky. The only light came from a TV in one corner and those lights underneath the row of spirits behind the bar.

I asked the waitress for a beer.

"Five dollars". Then she told me "Go to the main bar down the corridor and we'll bring it to you." She gestured to the right of the bar where a dimly lit corridor led towards the back of the building.

I followed the corridor past three doors, each one leading to small private lounges. They had sofas and TV's in each lounge. At the end of the corridor I turned right into a much larger room. It was packed with people. Loud dance music and smoke filled the air.

There were groups of guys, predominantly young - 20s and 30s - and milling around them were many pretty, young Chinese girls, all dolled up as if for a night out, but for them this night was work.

The waitress appeared with my beer and I handed over the $5. A local guy standing next to me asked:

"Are you Australian?"

"No, English" I replied

"You here on business?"

I nodded.

"First time in this bar?"

"Yes"

"Well my friend, grab yourself a girl and have some fun."

I smiled but I felt awkward. This was clearly a hangout for the local young men to indulge in the "Play hard" part of what passes for work-life balance in this city.

I moved slightly deeper inside the room. My feelings of awkwardness were exacerbated by being the only westerner in the place. I stood with my back against a wall, next to a bar table. The other side of the table was an older man, 50s I guess, sitting on his own. I watch him as he tapped the shoulder of a young girl who passed by. She looked at him but didn't stop moving. There clearly is choice for the girls who work in these places.

A group of three beautiful girls walked by. As my eyes followed them, the last one of the group, and the prettiest, smiled at me and her gaze lingered as she went. Okay, maybe this isn't so bad after all.

I felt a vibration in my trousers. My phone! It was way too noisy for a conversation in the large room so I quickly made my way back to the corridor. It was Carmel.

"Where are you?" she asked

"In a bar near the hotel. Where are you?"

"At my hotel" She said

"When are you coming to see me?" I said in a pleading voice.

"Later. I'll call you. Be good." Hmm. This was a bit rich. I was certain she was working.

"You be good. Call me soon, huh?" I said

"Later lah" She hung up.

As I was talking, these two girls came up to me and put their arms around me. They almost bundled me into one of the private lounges and curled up against me on the sofa.

The Older One was about 30. She was wearing a tight red dress, just knee height but with large and revealing slits up each side. The neckline was low enough to reveal a nice cleavage.

The Young One was 20 if that. Wearing tight jeans and a black t-shirt.

They had very similar figures; slim, nice rounded arses, not flat like many Asian girls, and nice B-cup size breasts. They were pretty enough, although not a patch on Carmel.

Now, when one woman presses her body against mine I normally get an instant erection. With two, I almost got friction burns given the speed I got hard.

The older one spoke some English but not too much. I managed to establish that they were from Vietnam. They were visiting on 30 day visas (like all the girls) which they extended simply by going on a day trip out and back again. The Young One spoke no English at all, but she was all over me; sitting on my lap, rubbing my cock through my jeans, the works.

After about 5 minutes the waitress appeared at the door:

"I'm sorry but this room has been booked. You'll have to go to the main bar."

We moved out of the room. I decided I'd like to take them back to my hotel room and fuck them both. I was pretty sure Carmel was with a client, that's the reason I went into the bar in the first place, so if she was going to be fucking so was I.

When we got outside I told them to follow me. The older one told me:

"It cost two hundred." I nodded. $200 for two girls is okay.

As we walked we passed many restaurants with lots of locals. It would have been a bit too obvious if a tall westerner was walking with two oriental girls wrapped around him. Strangely, this area was a place where plenty of local families come out to eat. So they walked a couple of paces behind me. I think they also sensed it would be too obvious; we would get plenty of disapproving stares.

The guy behind the desk at the hotel knew the score and was discrete when he handed me my key. Anyway, I'd seen numerous girls going in and out of that hotel coming to and leaving clients. In fact, I think there was a gaggle of them sharing one of the rooms in the hotel.

When we got into my room I offered them a drink. They had a can of Sprite each. I opened a beer.

I handed the older one $200. She goes:

"Two hunder' for both? Er...Okay"

She must have thought I was going to pay $200 each but I knew that was way above the market rate for girls in this kind of bar. Carmel and various taxi drivers had given me the knowledge of what the going rates are.

Then she goes:

"You start wi' her. I ba'hroom. Then you cum. I here. She go."

So she was going to stay in the bathroom while I fucked the Young One and then they were going to swap places. Not quite what I wanted but okay. I still screw them both, just miss out on having two beautiful naked bodies writhing with me in the sack.

I was getting the impression that the Older One was a working madam, like a player-manager in football. The Young One was given 50% of the money but she was under the tutelage of the Older One. She was probably there to brighten up the overall offer. The Older One was showing signs of age, though still attractive, the competition as evidenced in that bar is generally younger. As a pair the impression they give is of youth which you wouldn't get with just the Older One.

One nice touch was that when I removed my shirt they both gasped at the same time. I guess I have more muscle and hair than they are used to with the local Asian men. Shit, I'm no Arnold fucking Schwarzenegger.

The Young One turned out to be a total disappointment. After being the bubbly, cuddly seeminly gagging for it one she was a real wet fish in the sack. She had a nice body and beautiful natural tits with the nipple just in the right place. Her pussy wasn't shaved but she wasn't vey hairy down there anyway.

I caressed her body but she didn't respond. She put a condom on my cock, a pretty cheap and thick one, not Durex, and then just lay there. Her attitude didn't encourage me to do much foreplay so I got between her legs and stafted to fuck her. She still just lay there, with her head to one side and her eyes closed, thinking of Vietnam. Certainly no kisses, of any kind, tongue or not.

I felt my dick softening. Fuck. I was getting frustrated. I got off her and pulled off the rubber. I go to her:

"You no good." Then I go the Older One out of the bathroom and go:

"She no good." They looked at me puzzled. I decided to punish her for her poor performance.

"I want you to give me $50 back." I said to the Young One. They still looked puzzled. I got a £50 bill out of my wallet to demonstrate:

"You-give-me-$50. You-no-good." I said as I waved the bill from her towards me. The penny dropped but still no action. I raised my voice:

"YOU GIVE ME FIFTY DOLLARS, NOW!" She complied.

The Older One looked worried and apologetic. They exchanged a few words in their own language. The Young One then dressed and left.

I was still upset. Maybe it was the alcohol but maybe it was a guilty feeling about having been a bit abusive to the Young One. The Older One now turned on the comforting charm. She pressed herself against me and said sorry.

"I get many girl from Vietnam. Some not good. I not know."

She slipped out of her dress and unhooked her bra. I cupped her tits in my hands and started to give her gentle kisses on her cheeks, neck and lips. She did not respond with kisses but went down and started licking my balls. She then took my cock in her mouth and started working her head up and down. This woman knew what to do. I went down on her for a while. She had a nice unshaved pussy and gave some appreciative moans as my tongue worked hard on her clit. I fucked her in many positions: her on top (cowgirl style), doggy and missionary. I came with her on her back, legs on my shoulders, my cock deep inside her.

After, she started talking to me. It was difficult ot understand as her English wasn't good. It was about Vietnam and some of her story. She seemed to want to open up to me. Maybe she also felt I had a good heart.

She asked me to call her. We swapped numbers.

"If you want beer, you call, I come."

She started to cry. I don't really know why but I guess she leads a pretty tough life. It cannot be easy working the bars. Needing to get money to survive but also getting rejected by men in the cattle market that those bars are.

Carmel called:

"Come and get me, honey. I need to see you NOW!"

I ushered the Older One out of my room. I gave her a kiss and a hug. I removed a tear off her cheek with my finger. I knew, though, that I wouldn't see her again.

As it happens, now I am back in England, I have called her number. I hang up when she answers but I like to know she is still alive.

I quickly showered, dressed and went to hail a taxi to take me to Carmel.

Town vs Country

Why is it that when I go to the gym in London it's full of toned, sleek bodies; both female and male (seriously. I have to fight the urge to help some of these fit hairless muscle boys rub oil into their skin.), but when I go to the same gym chain in the home counties town I am working in it's full of old fatties and Generation XL (you know, twentysomethings who spent their early teens on the Playstation whilst eating crisps and coke, and then their late teens and twenties drinking lager, alco-pops and eating kebabs)?

Same chain, same price, different clientele. Maybe this is the real Town vs Country split.

Carmel emailed me over the weekend. She still wants to see me, wants me to go out there to visit her. The pressure is building. I've got to free myslef to go and see her.

Married women playing away

Interesting article about married women having affairs in the Times today. Apparently, more women are turning to affairs and there may be new social and economic trends causing this.

My own evidence would support this trend. If you think of the women I've had (not counting escorts) in the last 3 years 50% of them were married, 30% percent had live-in boyfriends and 20% had boyfriends. None would have described themselves to friends and colleagues as single. Filthy 2 timing bitches!

Another good reason not to get hitched again. I would much rather be doing the cuckolding than be cuckolded.

A scent of the past

I was walking across the main hall of Waterloo station the other day and my nose caught the scent of a girl passing by that reminded me of a past love. The smell took me straight back to those mornings in my flat; making her tea whilst she showered, watching her dress and blow-dry her hair. The flat was filled with her scent and it stayed with me after we kissed and both went to work. It was Chanel number so-and-so. Part of the reason why I am a crap boyfriend is that I can't remember these important details.

She was married whilst we had our 4 month liaison. She told her husband she was staying with a friend to be nearer to where she was working. She used to come round and cook me fabulous meals. We'd chat, drink wine and make love many times. Starting on the sofa and moving to the bed.

She was about 28 and had only been married a year. I strayed and she couldn't take it even though she was still fucking her husband. We stopped being lovers but are still friends. She's now fulfils the role of counsellor and priest, hearing my confessions.

Catching that scent at the station made me realise that I miss the times we spent together.

The perfect woman?

The weather is cooling down but I am getting hotter. I haven't had sex for 6 days. I could go and blow more cash on a hooker but my wallet is feeling the strain even if my groin is in perfect shape.

I need a girl friend to provide low cost regular sexual maintenance. Preferably two. When I left my wife I determined not to get involved on a serious level with a woman ever again. I might go into more detail on this later but suffice it to say I will not be entering a serious relationship.

Having two girls will stop me falling in love with one of them. How so? Well, they will both have some aspects of their personality, or their looks or what they do (in bed and otherwise) that are better than the other. For example, Girlfriend A might have a great pair of tits but Girlfriend B has much nicer legs. Or Girlfriend B is multi-orgasmic and comes easily and frequently but Girlfriend A is much better at BJs and she likes anal. Or Girlfriend A has exquisite taste in clothes and is stylishly sexy but Girlfriend B is better read and more world-wise.

Actually, this all sounds too difficult to achieve. I'll stick to hookers.

Birds and Blogs

The benefits of working at a multinational client is that you get some pretty tasty foreign totty turning up at the office. There are two particularly appealing Spanish ladies I have my eye on at the moment. Intelligent, stylish, well maintained and pretty. Definitely BCBG (if they were French)

On a sadder note Belle is ending her Blog. Really a shame and I will miss reading her entries. However, it was not unexpected. With her book coming out soon I'm certain the marketing people at her publishers have told her to stop giving away what they are trying to get people to pay for. Notice she has a link to Amazon where you can pre-order the book. Got to utilise every channel to market. Well done girl.

I expect once she makes a packet out of the book she'll call it a day on her prostitution career.

It looks like everything in reverse. What she used to give away, you'll have to pay for, and what you used to be able to buy she will only give away.

In my crystal ball I see, in the not too distant future, Belle de Jour's identity being revealed. In fact, if she is a smart girl, and I think she is, the plans for this event will already have been formulated, maximising all cash generation opportunities. Well, good luck Belle. Can't wait to the day I can see what you actually look like, hope it's not a disappointment.

Why I hate Labour politicians

The current Labour crew are not real people. Despite spouting crap about having "working families" at the heart of their agenda, these people are by and large career politicos. They have devoted their whole lives to the pursuit of political power. The "issues" are just the background noise to the main show which for them is obtaining and maintaining power.

I saw the kind at my University. Puffed up little arseholes who strutted about campus with very serious looks on their faces. The then head of our student union, a Labour person, is still in the political game. I'm certain he hasn't done a real job in the past 18 years but has devoted himself to political journalism and generally climbing the greasy pole. The problem with these career politician's is that they have lived their lives are in a bubble. They have never had to face up to the reality of the world of work, of business, with the mindset that "this is me. I have to make this job, this department, this organisation a success."

The current crop of Labour big wigs are cut from the same cloth: Blair, Brown, Straw, Milburn, Mandy the list goes on. The nearest you get to someone who has done a real job are those who have been Trade Union leaders (I think fatty Prescott might be in this group). Even there these are generally those who found real work too hard and opted for the cushy life of union work: beer and sandwich meeting and shagging the secretaries.

In the US it seems a bit different. Dubya may have his faults. He could be accused of some misjudgment along the way but at least he had a real life against which to measure what he is doing now. It might have been a pampered, hedonistic and alcohol fuelled life but at least he ran a business. John Edwards, the Democratic VP candidate, built a legal practice before moving into politics. Arnie as well. He is already a success in his life. He is not just about politics.

We have a miserable bunch of wankers for politicians because I don't see a great difference with the Tories or the "looney" Lib Dems.

Great minds

I noticed that Matisse reads the Economist as well and noticed the same article I did and put in in one of her entries. I posted a message similar to my own blog.

Matisse is well worth reading. She is very amusing as well as having a lot of good advice. It's odd that my two favourite sex blogs are to do with activities that I do not do: BDSM, which is Matisse's area of activity, and gay sex, which is GeekSlut's main subject. I find descriptions of his sexual encounters very erotic. He seems to burn with a similar sexual hunger to mine, except his is for men whereas I want women.

Jenny

I've seen Jenny a number of times now so I've got to know her a bit. She's Thai even though on her agency website it says she's Singaporean. In fact, I think most of her agency's girls are Thai despite their advertised nationalities being a good mix of South-East Asian countries: Malaysian, Filippina, Indonesian, Vietnamese, Hong Kong(ese?) Japanese and Singaporean.

She is a sweet girl who always gives the impression of being pleased to see you. Last time I saw her back in June she told me to think of her when I was away and to come back. I only see her for an hour but each time there has been lots of sex as well as lots of time for chat. We often run over the time just chatting and hanging out.

Last night was both very good as well as a bit difficult. I had booked to go and see another girl from the agency. But I got to the house, near Notting Hill Gate, and pressed the buzzer for the flat. No answer. Now this is where I start to get edgy. Despite the fact that none of the passers-by are likely to know me or that the flat I trying to gain entry to is that of an oriental prostitute, I still feel as though knowing, accusing eyes are boring into me. At this point in the transaction process I very much prefer a quick entry and getting off the street as soon as possible.

After 5 minutes I walk on down the street and call the agency. The guy says he'll get back to me. When he does he says the girl had lied to him as she was not at her flat but traveling back and would be 15 minutes. Shit.

He then offers to fix me up with another girl. I say okay, but one nearby. I didn't want to get back on the tube to some other part of town. He offered me Jenny, saying what a great girl she is, what great service she gives etc. Of course, there was no need to sell her to me. I said yes. He gave me her flat details which hadn't changed since last time.

When I arrived there was a slender oriental girl wearing tight hipster jeans and a black t-shirt at the door to the building. I walked up the steps and went to press the buzzer. The girl turned to me. It was Jen. She smiled and said "Hi" but was clearly flustered. She wasn't expecting me and had to drop what she was doing to service my needs.

I followed her up to her flat. Strangely the door was open. Her bedroom door was shut.

"My friend is using my room with another client."

Her friend popped her head out of the door. They shouted a few word of Thai at each other and then she told me the girl was leaving soon.

I sat in her lounge. She brought me a glass of white wine and I started to relax. She said she needed a shower. The other girl saw her client out and then came and said "Hi" before getting dressed.

Jen emerged from the shower and led me to her room. I stripped and we started to kiss. She likes to start with gentle loving caresses and kisses and so do I. She also like to suck dick and she worked her way down there pretty quick. She really does do it all. She licks it like a lollipop and then takes it all down her throat, working her lips up and down my cock.

I was ready to fuck her and put my hands over her ass and reached under to rub her clit. She kept on blowing my dick. Eventually she relented and stuck a rubber on. I forced my rock hard dick inside her. She always seems to have a very tight pussy. She is a small girl but I would have thought all the action of a WG would have loosened her up.

I fucked her in standard missionary and then knelt up and pushed her legs up by her ears as I shafted her pussy hard and fast. I was getting close to coming and she sensed it. She pulled my dick out of her and stripped the rubber.

"I want to taste your cum." she said.

She started to suck me hard and fast. The lack of control you have when you are having a blow job seems to make the orgasm more intense. I shot my seed into her mouth with an almighty roar of pleasure.

She spat, cleaned up and then we chatted. She teased me about booking with another girl.

"Why you no book me? I'm jealous."

Business has been slow for her recently so she was glad to see me.

We drank more wine and then started kissing again. I was up so she went down. She said "You know I like to suck, always." I can imagine that some of her clients never get past the blow-jobs.

I got inside her again and fucked her pussy for a while. I then pulled out and pressed my cock against her anus.

"You want anal?"

"I'd like to try"

"Okay. Let me get some cream."

She lubed my member and then rubbed some in her ass. I knelt still and she pushed her ass onto my cock. She gasped as it went in but soon I was flying in and out of her ass. It was nice but I enjoyed her pussy more as I could tell she genuinely enjoyed that.

I pulled out and she removed the condom. Once again she got what she wanted: my cock in her mouth. She brought me to a powerful orgasm but this time only took the first spurt in her mouth. She moved back and the last few shots bounced off her face onto the bed.

She went to the bathroom. I heard the shower being turn on. She called out:

"Come and have shower."

I obeyed. She had washed already. She showered my chest and arms and then put some shower gel on me. Her slim beautiful naked body close to mine and her rubbing my cock as she washed it got me aroused again.

"Hello. You always so horny."

She gave the head a kiss. It jerked up a bit more so she took it all her mouth. Shit, not another BJ. She knelt in the bath as I stood. She directed the shower head at her clit whilst her other hand held my cock. She moved her mouth up and down the length of my shaft with increasing frequency. I had to concentrate to bring myself to climax. But this was the most powerful pleasure/pain experience of the lot. As I came I was like:

"Oh yeah, yeah. FUCK."

Amazingly I was still spurting a healthy amount of cum. She let it bounce of her closed lips into the bath. Then she said:

"You amazing. How you manage to come three times?"

"It's you. You turn me on so much."

She smiled.

I felt guilty at booking another girl but ending up with her. No one likes to be second choice even though it was nothing to do with my experiences with her that I initially chose someone else.

I think I'd like to spend longer with Jen. Maybe a whole night to see where we go.

Mary

I don't have to stay in the town that my client is based in all the time now. When I do though I am all on my own. Y is off the scene, both at the client and in my love-life. Last time I saw her was in the office in London about a month ago. Definitely still shag her again (of course) and I think she still wants me but she's clearly got a loyal streak; her Jonny boy is better boyfriend material than me (not hard!) and I guess she's not into having a fuck-buddy.

Anyway, bumped into this hot black woman on the dancefloor of one of the local clubs when I was on one of my lone tomcat-like roamings across town. Mary is about the same age as me, well preserved and has a great ass, nice slender legs and great big tits.

After bumping and grinding on the dance floor we went back to my place and carried on, this time naked.

She's married with 3 kids but has decided she needs some fun in her life. Her husband thinks she's out with girlfriends.

I loved the colour contrast as my juice (and condom!) covered white cock slid in and out of her black pussy. She rode me cowgirl before I came inside her. She produced quite a lot of pussy juice which tasted quite good. I let her enjoy the taste as she licked it off my fingers.

We swapped phone numbers and I said I'd call.

Before I got a chance to call her though I met her again the following week in a different club. She was with a female friend of hers but she soon disappeared. This time when we hit the dance floor she was really bumping and grinding her ass into my crotch and rubbing her tits up and down me.

We left the club and went to my hotel. She went to the bathroom to prepare and came back naked except for a towel. I stripped and we hit the bed. I worked my tongue from her mouth all the way down to her pussy. She still tasted good. When I came up for air, she took my already stiff cock in her mouth for a while and then I put on a rubber and positioned myself between her legs. She guided my cock in. But it felt different. I looked down. I was inside her asshole. Neat. She must have lubed her ass in the bathroom.

As I fucked her ass I put my thumb in her pussy and rubbed her clit with the webbed bit of skin between thumb and forefinger. She was getting very wet.

I pulled my dick out of her ass and sunk it into her pussy. She started to moan as I thrust in and out. I hooked her legs up on my shoulder and started to fuck her really hard. The juice was pouring out of her and onto the bed.

I shot my load. As I emptied out, I felt her vaginal muscles go into spasm and grip my cock tight.

We lay on the bed for a couple of minutes. My cock didn't really go down before I was ready for more action. She took me in her mouth and got her lips nearly down to the base of my shaft. I felt my gland hit the back of her throat. She then covered my dick with a rubber and rode me cowgirl.

After a few minutes of this I had a need for ass, so I flicked her over and rammed my dick in her ass again. This time I reached around and played with her tits and her clit as my rod went in and out of her ass. Then I swapped implements: cock in pussy, thumb up ass.

I turned her over and finished off in the missionary position. Again her pussy squeezed my cock as I ejaculated.

Now we were faced with a problem. We had run out of condoms but we both were still dying for more. She spent five minutes sucking my cock. I was rock hard again. I couldn't carry on with this. I needed to be in one of her other orifices. She didn't want me to fuck her pussy. Not on the pill see, so ass it was. I loved the initial tightness as I pushed my dick inside her and her gasp as it sank right in. Seeing the hairy base of my cock press against her black ringpiece is pretty erotic. I started to build the length and speed of my strokes until I finally came with a deep final thrust.

This was the first time I left behind my seed in a butt hole. All my other anal experience has been with hookers so my cock was always dressed in rubber.

She showered and I gave her £10 for the taxi home and promised to call her next week.

Why the Evening Standard is crap...

I've always had a very low opinion of the Evening Standard. Thing is, traveling home in the evening you see loads of people reading it. In the morning they will been divided by their choice of daily, tree hugging lefties with their Guardians, Tory buffers with their Telegraphs, lads with the Sun, women with the Mail or the Express (if they aren't reading Hello!) and business bigshots with both the Times and the FT. But come the evening and they are all reading the Evie Stannart.

I have a natural aversion to a monopoly so have consistently refused to buy the paper. However, the other night they were giving it away free with a bottle of coke so I though what the hell.

Well, lack of competition sure has made this one fat and lazy organ. Such drivel is written in this paper that just would not get anywhere near a quality daily. I cannot believe that people get paid to write such trite pap as "How to cope with your first business trip with your boss". Next they'll be having articles on how to eat:

Usually it's a good idea to open your mouth before trying to put food
inside you. Next you should chew your food. Research has shown that
chewing your food enhances the pleasure of eating and also stops the food
getting stuck in your throat. Also, try to keep breathing whilst you
chew. Not breathing can lead to health problems.

Aaaaarrrrrrgh!!!! Lazy, fat, stupid journos.

END RANT

Olympics re-visited

Much of what I said in my previous blog about the Olympics I stand by, BUT..

I guess I had forgotten about the drama of the competition. The personal joy and sadness of the competitors is really the strength of the Olympics. Seeing our team at it's best (Kelly Holmes, Coxless fours) and at it's worst (Paula Radcliffe) is a spectacle better than any soap opera and is compelling viewing.

I still think some sports should be out of the Olympics because the event is not the major stage for that sport:

• Football
• Basketball
• Baseball
• Tennis
• Men's cycle road racing

Winning and Olympic gold medal in these sports is NOT the pinnacle of achievement. Good, yes. Pinnacle, no way.

But Athens stage a great games it seems and it certainly wasn't a bore.

Addiction

I think I am getting addicted to women. More women. Different women. Prostitutes are becoming an addiction. I need to have more and more. I guess I'm looking for someone like Carmel again. I think that it is the excitement and ego boost from getting someone to like me, to love me and to give themselves to me that I crave. And normally you don't get this from girls you pay for. The paradox is though that when they do complement me on my looks or my performance I can't help questioning their motives. Are they saying it because

- they think it's what I want to hear, and/or
- I am a customer and they want to provide a good service, and/or
- they'll get more custom from me.

With Carmel I am 99% certain what she said, what we had, was real. We are still in contact regularly. She implores me to use condoms when I fuck other women. She begs me to come and visit her. This confirms it is real.

So what have I been up to? Screwing more Asian whores, only this time in London. I saw Marsha last night. I was a good service but she didn't kiss me though. For me this really dampens the passion. Also I had cleaned my teeth specially!

I was screwing her doggy when I shoved my thumb up her asshole whilst I shafted her pussy. Then I pulled out my dick and pressed it into her asshole. She stopped me.

"Anal is £50 extra. You want, or not?"

I couldn't be bothered to spend the extra so I carried on. I picked her legs up off the bed so I was flying into her completely at my control, wheelbarrow fashion. She moaned a lot as it went in deeper and I soon shot my load with my dick deep inside her.

Nice girl though. Young and pretty with a pleasant demeanor.

I fucked her again but this time I pulled my dick out at the point of climax and shoved it into her mouth. She spat out my juice on a tissue before hurrying me to get dressed and go. I was out on the dot. Another client coming probably.