Kissing

I've read in some of these half-arsed, badly research articles in mens' magazines, from GQ to Loaded, about prostitution that working girls don't kiss their clients, ie on the mouth with tongues. It is definitely a variable (The Erotic Review has it as a drop-down list item when review providers) but to say they universally do not kiss is wrong. Here's my perspective from the many different prostitutes I've had in London, Europe and the Far East.

The majority of girls I've had don't kiss, i.e. with tongue. Only one has straight away; came in the door, we embraced and kissed straight away. The others that did only did so once we were naked kissing and caressing each other.

I talked about kissing to those that did. They said that their agency left it up to them. The only thing they had to do was give a BJ and fuck with a condom. No kissing, no A. Four of them said that they usually don't kiss but did for me. Sweet. (One of these was Carmel) To all girls out there, I recommend that you use this line to your new clients. It will get you presents, tips, extended work and asked back again.

Why is it important for me? I guess what I am looking for when I pay for sex is a mutual experience. I don't need someone else just to get it up for me so I can whack off. I can wank myself very well on my own. Kissing makes it feel like real sex not just a transaction. Girls that kiss respond to what I am doing to them which makes it a mutual thing. The "money- BJ- shag- bye" whores are not asked back or visited again. But being a man, any sex is good sex so I don't feel cheated. I don't expect them to enjoy it or to act like they are enjoying it. I don't see that as being implied in the contract.

To a large extent not kissing is an affront. It's saying "you are not worthy to be touched". Most of the time I am okay with paying for sex but sometimes I have periods of low self esteem about it. And then I don't need a girl to come and add to that feeling by treating me like an untouchable.

Other general WG experiences and perspectives

1. Complaints: I have made them 3 times. Always to the manager/madam. First was a bad attitude whore who just didn't want to be there. This was the kind of girl who, on a good day, would look no further than my dick, my wallet and the clock. But it was not a good day. She wanted it over and to get out as soon as she could. I could detect it from her attitude pretty soon after she had got my money and called in at the start. "No kissing", "no you can't lick my pussy" and no smiling. After the perfunctory cock suck, she was bouncing up and down on me saying "have you come yet?". So I got up and told her to go. Whilst she was dressing I phoned her manager and complained about her. She ran out of my hotel room crying. The madam was okay about it and gave me a discount of my next purchase.

Second was a girl so paranoid on coke that she couldn't sit still or concentrate on anything and had to keep stopping to have a fag (NOTE: to all you Americans out there in England this means cigarette, not homosexual). We never even began to fuck before I phoned the agency to complain. The madam told her to give me half my money back.

Third time wasn't a true complaint. This agency sent me a rookie. I was to be her first punter. The manager, a bloke, said "She's eighteen and this is her first time so be gentle with her". I assumed he meant first time as a WG but, who knows, maybe he meant real first time (unlikely though: she was English). I never got to find out.

She came in, clearly very nervous, took the money and called the office. She told me it was her first time. She said "I don't kiss". OK, I thought, most don't.

"What do we do now?" she asked. I stood up and said "Lets start with a gentle cuddle".

I put my arms around her and kissed her shoulder. She recoiled. "I said no kissing"

This clearly wasn't going to work. I had visions of lying on my back with my hands by my side whilst she gingerly rode me.

"Look babe, this isn't going to work if I can't kiss you anywhere. You'd better give me my money back and go." She handed over the notes and called her agency.

"He's sending me away" then a pause "No kissing". Not, I thought, a full explanation but anyway off she went. I regretted sending her away though. A fuck is a fuck after all and I've never been anybody's first, real first time or any other kind of first.

Interesting point to note reflecting on this is that all the complaints were against English girls. See my comments on girls who hail from the same country as me in my previous post.

2. Fees: some girls have said that over 50% of the hourly rate I pay goes to their driver and the agency. I've also found out that girls from the same agency get to keep the different amounts. But that's capitalism for you. It's the same in any profession. People doing the same work get paid different amounts.

3. I don't tip, although I have when one girl virtually begged for me to pay her more. But I do buy presents for girls I see regularly; jewellery, perfume, handbags but never lingerie.

4. Favourites. As you can guess I have them. There was the girl who brought me a present, phoned me in the mornings after she had finished work and let me fuck her without a condom. And the beautiful Chinese girl who on my last night in the country said "I'll think of you every time I see a Tom Hanks movie". And of course there is Carmel and Jenny who you can read about in previous posts.

That's all for now.

Paula

So I texted Jenny to see if she had agreed the special rate for me to have a threesome with her and Paula. She called me back and said £250. Now this is £100 more than she said the night before. I told her I'd think about it.

Although the porn movie version of a boy-girl-girl threesome is appealing I have this fear that the paid companionship version, where the boy is paying, may not live up to this fantasy. I think a big part of the fantasy is that both girls want to be there sharing you and their bodies with each other.

Besides, I can only fuck one at a time so why pay to have two girls present? I guess if I were into anal play, Girl 1 could suck or fuck my arse while I fuck Girl 2, but my butt-hole is a no-go area.

I was willing to try out having two girls if it was for the same price as one. I thought Jenny wanted to get Paula off the bench and was willing to take only half the money to do that. So for me it was easy to say yes, why not. But £250 is nearly full price.

I called Jenny back and said I only wanted to see one girl. She said okay, it would be Paula.

So I saw Paula. She's okay but I wouldn't pay for her again. She fucks quite nicely, pretty enthusiastic and at times seemed to be really enjoying it. She said she thought I was about 30 years old and such compliments are always nice.

However, two things were not good. First is her looks. Okay she's not hideous but by far the least good looking from her agency that I've seen. A little too much fat round the middle, her tits were all droopy and wrinkly around the nipples and she had a plain face.

Second was that it was a bit of a rushed service. When I was fucking her doggy style on the first go, she said "you finish soon, yes". I don't like to be told when to come. Maybe I was fucking her harder than she's used to. One other negative point is that I could detect a nasty smell rising from her arse area as I fucked her doggy. Be clean girl. I showered why couldn't you?

Anyway second time we stayed in mish pretty much all the time and I went a lot slower. I let her make the pace and I think she came a couple of times before I unloaded. A "Nice-time" but definitely not a GFE.

Seeing Paula the day after Jenny has left me feeling a bit jaded, maybe a bit used as well. Despite having had some nice sessions and long friendly chats with Jenny, it seems she still only sees me as a wallet and a dick.

Catalogue brides

I saw an article in today's Daily Mail about the "hundreds" of middle aged British men who "flock" to Bangkok to get young Thai brides each year. Apart from the fact that hundreds a year is a trickle not a flock, I have an issue with this piece.

The article tries to shock by saying the men that go there are being tricked out of their money and that the young women see them as a meal ticket for themselves and their families. It says that they will be constantly having to shell out money for their bride to send home and that they risk the young girl leaving once they can secure residence in the UK.

Well shock, fucking horror. I am CERTAIN that none of the balding, fat, pasty faced men described in the article really believe that these catalogue brides are going to be madly, passionately and endlessly in love with them. They know they are paying, and will continue to pay, to have access to their young bodies for sex. When the money dries up, or a better offer appears, the access to sex will stop. They all know this. I pay for such privileges by the hour (generally), they have a longer term arrangement, but all of us know that we MUST pay and that it WILL end.

My Thai

So I was going to try out some new talent in the world of paid companionship. I called this Soho walk-up type of place. I know it sounds odd calling for an appointment at a walk-up but it advises to do this on the website I had looked up in advance.

Now, I didn't call from the office. As I work within walking distance of Soho I thought I'd go and find the place then call. Pretty silly thing to do as I wasted my time finding it only to call and find out that the earliest either of the two girls on "duty" tonight could see me was in 45 minutes. I decided against waiting around and I couldn't really go back to the office so I decided to go and see Jenny.

Definitely falling for this young lady. I seem to have so much sexual energy for her. My cock didn't really go down throughout my visit even though I came twice. At the end of the session we had our usual cuddly kissing session. My cock was rock hard. She kissed it but didn't blow me. She was tired I think.

Took a few pictures of her on my phone camera and she took one of me on hers. Might post them up if I ever work out how to do it. She poses well for the camera but then I knew that already from her website pictures

She told me her flat mate was not getting a lot of business. She recommended I call her next time. Then she said "Why not have both of us? I'll talk to her and we'll see if we can do half price."

"OK. Call me tomorrow."

So we'll see. I'll report back later.

Musings on the workplace

I often wonder if the sober, clean living exterior that my colleagues portray is just as much of a sham as my portrayal of the same. Apart from those who I have actually bedded, my colleagues would not suspect what I get up to in my spare time, with my spare money. Even the colleagues I have had liaisons with do not know about my paid companionship activities.

I've finished my out of town work now so no more post-clubbing sessions with Mary. Back at the office, I have a new female colleague. Early thirties, long and bushy brown hair. No model, but attractive enough. We are working on an assignment together and she has opened up to me in quiet moments about her failed engagement and what she is looking for in a man. Part of what she is looking for is sperm to fertilise her eggs. She's one of these biological clock ticking thirtysomethings.

Well honey, if you've got designs on me, I've got children already and I don't want any more. I only do shallow physical relationships now. What is more, if I ever changed my mind and felt I could get into a relationship, and maybe even consider having more children, the girl would be at least 10 years younger than me.

Still roll with her though.

I'm going whoring tonight. Report back tomorrow.

Dirty, filthy whore

I've recounted a couple of my bad experiences with working girls in a comment on Olympia's blog (Postmoderncourtesan) so I thought I would write about the worst. Well, maybe it's the worst.

In a French city. I had just finished a pleasant dinner with a male colleague and was driving back to my hotel when I noticed various girls hanging around on the street. Now, this being France, I wasn't entirely sober, having had an aperitif, shared a bottle of red wine and rounded off diner with an Armagnac, but I wasn't totally drunk. I was "Merry" as we like to say in old England. When I get merry I also get very randy. So I thought, why not bring one of these young girls back to my hotel for some fun?

I pulled over next to a pretty dark haired young girl. As soon as I stopped though, an older Madam came out and did the negotiating.

"Cent euro a la Hotel, cinquante dans la voiture."

I chose the hotel option. The girl got in and we drove off. She was in her late teens I guess. Pretty cheaply dressed in tight jeans and a flimsy sleeveless, backless top. It was still about 25 degrees even though it was 10.30pm.

I established that she came from Bulgaria, Sofia to be exact. I never got a name from her. She spoke no English and very little French. I detected a bit of body odour in the car. I thought it might have been me but when I got her into the hotel room it was clearly her.

She was pretty enough and I was randy so I tried to persuade her to take a shower. She resisted until I forced her by saying I wouldn't take her back if she didn't. So in she went. She really did stink. I stripped off as well and tried to make the joint shower seem like part of the foreplay. (I've had some steamy sessions in a shower before)

We started to fuck but even after the shower I could still detect BO. It affected me and although my dick was hard I just couldn't come (the alcohol probably didn't help here either).

After about 20 minutes of shafting during which I tried many positions I couldn't stand the pong anymore and pulled my cock out and ripped the rubber off as it stood poking at her. I pulled myself off and covered her belly with semen.

I pushed her back into the shower, and after we dressed I took her back. The worst was yet to come however, as when I got back to my hotel I found little black lice on the bed where her head had been and in the towel she used.

Unclean, unclean!

I stripped the bed and shoved the sheets and the towel in the furthest corner of the room. I made sure there were no more little buggers on the bed. Then I had another shower; that's 3 in the space of 90 minutes. I used a clean towel as a sheet but still had trouble getting to sleep.

The lesson: beware the filthy street whore.

I'm not stupid

Good old David Beckham. He can be relied upon to do the boneheaded thing. In the act of telling everybody how clever he is he proves that he is a dumbass. I wouldn't be surprised if after pleasuring Rebecca Loos (like her. Shagable) he ran home to Posh to show her the scratch marks on his back.

He can at least play football pretty well and by Rebecca's reckoning is hot in the sack.

New link...

Found a new blog that I like and I've linked to it on the right. Innerjourney is about a cute US working girl. She comes across as an absolute sweetie with a warm heart and a desire to please her clients. If I was in US I'd definitely spend some time (and money) with her, if she'd have me. Bit of a big place though America and I've no idea which part she is in. She has a picture of herself on her site and she has one hell of a cute ass.

Maybe I'll put a picture of me on this site. If only I wasn't such a complete technical nincompoop.

Goat getters

Nothing has happened in my life recently. So I shall make use of blogging's cathartic properties and tell the world (not that anyone reads this anyway) about things that make me hate my fellow man:

1 People that walk slow. Or more precisely, people that walk slowly in front of me. My life is too short. If you people want to spend your life shuffling about the streets don't do it when I am around.

2 Reading whilst walking. How stupid is that? What's more, if you are reading you won't be able to see me trying to get by you.

3 Eating whilst walking. A variation on the above. Not so dangerous, just potentially messy and ugly.

4 The slobs who I have to share the changing rooms with at my gym. Why can't these motherfuckers put their dirty towels in the bin and why do they think it's okay for them to leave their clothes strewn around, on the benches on, pegs etc. PUT THEM IN THE FUCKING LOCKERS YOU MORONS! I am one stressed out, no space to sit down, moment away from taking affirmative action and slinging their clothes on the floor.

END Rant.

Seriously, I think I need some therapy. I love London, mostly, but sometimes I get so wound up with the ignorant selfish attitude of people I can see myself flipping and doing some serious damage to somebody.