Puke

Been puking for the last 18 hours. Feel fucking awful. Lots of it about apparently. Good thing is I am back on the mend.

Watching Monkey Dust at the moment. It's billed as animated comedy, but it's very dark. It goes into places and subjects in ways that are more thought provoking that laughter inducing.

One sketch in last week's show was about an ugly fat, balding, sweating, old English bloke meeting his beautiful Thai catalogue bride at the airport and taking her back to his filthy grubby flat. I guess the bit that is meant to be funny is how the girl rationalises the disappointment and looks to the positive only for the fat ugly bloke to kick her out for being "prick-teaser" when she doesn't feel ready for an immediate "bunk-up". This struck me as being more sad than funny especially as it exposes a nasty truth for those that are involved in this kind of arrangement.

Illness has robbed me of my libido so no shagging this weekend I think.

Nikki

I decided to go back to one of the agencies I used earlier in the year. This agency uses drivers to take the girls are taken to their clients and the drivers wait for the girls to finish. I guess this provides the girls with security, there is always someone close by who knows where they are, but it is another mouth to feed which means the girls get less of the money I pay.

Anyway, I had seen Nikki before about nine months ago when she was still new to the game. She was good then and I had asked for her again but the agency told me she had gone traveling. One of the cute things about when she came last time was that she initially wouldn't kiss me. But as I was fucking her and she was getting close to climax I went to kiss her mouth and this time it opened and our tongues entwined. She was also shocked that embarrassed that she had an orgasm. She pushed me off and said

"I've come!" and then coyly "Do you think that's unprofessional?"

So the other night I asked this agency for an Asian girl (in UK this means south Asian, i.e. India/Pakistan/Bangladesh/Sri Lanka) and the agency offered me Nikki. So as I waited for her to arrive, I anticipated what she would be like and whether she would remember me.

Well, she is a star. She remembered me and the good time we had. She seemed much more into the role of being a high maintenance courtesan and she is good company and overall seemed a lot more comfortable with what she does.

We had a drink and then moved onto the bed. She told me she had just recovered from a cold which had stopped her working for 5 days. She said she had got used to having lots of sex and I was her first client and she was desperate for action.

I was already stiff as she took off my trousers and put a condom on my cock. She gave me a knowing, appreciative smile - she was happy to see I was ready for action. She got naked and we started to kiss. I moved down to her breasts and she started to moan. She then grabbed my cock and pulled it to the entrance of her pussy and pulled me in. She needed it bad.

After a couple of strokes she sighed deeply and her muscles tightened around my cock. I put my arm round her back and moved her down the bed so I could get in deeper. She moaned "that's right, pull me onto you." My tongue searched deep in her mouth as I rammed my dick deep into her.

Then I flipped her legs onto my shoulder and moved onto my knees so I was upright and started to fuck her hard. Her tits were shaking up and down as I banged away so I grabbed them. The sight of my cock going deep inside her made my sap rise and as I rubbed her clit I shot my load.

After, we had a chat. She told me about clients she had seen, her "former client" boyfriend and her taste in clothes, handbags etc. We also talked about some of the other girls from the agency we both knew.

As we talked I was stroking her leg. I kissed her and she asked

"Do you want to do it again? We are not supposed to but I need it."

I was more than ready so off we went. I finished off fucking her from behind whilst rubbing her asshole with my thumb.

Being drunk

One of the criteria for whether I like being with a particular WG or not has something to do with respect. I guess it's the common human decency and courtesy thing that should be present irrespective of the fact that I am a guy that pays for sex and she is a girl who sells her body.

What is it that I do to show this respect? When I know I want to visit a girl I make sure I book in advance. Normally I see them in the evening so I will book shortly after lunch. If they are visiting me I'll make sure the flat is clean, the bed clothes are clean, and that there are refreshments to offer my guest. If I am in a hotel most of this will be taken care of although not all hotels I stay in have mini-bars, so I go out and buy something to drink. Usually I like to offer a choice of beer, mineral water or champagne.

I also make sure I am clean. I have a shower, making sure my dick and arse are sweet smelling, and I clean my teeth. I also shave. I have given too many girls (WG and others) stubble rash in the past and I don't want that to get in the way of the intimacy.

I usually make sure that I am not drunk as well. There is a performance issue of course but also, who wants to be close to someone who reeks of alcohol? It will get in the way of the girl relaxing and me having a good time. Often I may have had a drink or two before I see a girl but I am never steaming.

Except one time about a year ago. I had been on a massive bender with colleagues. Down the pub after work drinking chatting - but no food. Of course, the more you drink the sexier you think you are and so there was plenty of flirting with female colleagues and eyeing up nice young girls in the pub. So by the time it came to leave I was in two conflicting states of being: horny and drunk. When I say drunk I mean totally shredded, mullah'd, blasted, shitfaced. Eyes were a-rollin' and speech was a-slurrin'.

So I called some of the WGs whose numbers are stored in my mobile. Luckily, for them (and for me if I wanted to see them again), none answered. So I staggered my way to a part of Mayfair where I know there are a few "walk-up" providers.

Now the girl I saw was young, sweet and very sexy. To be honest she treated me with some disdain and stopped me doing a number of things I normally like to do. She said at the end I was drunk. "Just a little maybe" I replied. She shot back with "No a lot!" But to be honest she was a lot nicer to me than I deserved. I should never have been there.

I had no problem getting an erection (horny still always trumps drunk in my physiology) but coming was not so easy. Through the fog drunkenness I kind of realised this so my response was to fuck her really hard. A couple of times I remember she pulled back from me in pain. I came. But even as I was getting dressed I started to feel bad about the way I treated her. I should never have been there. I hope the money was compensation enough for the girl.

So now I stick to my principles and when I am drunk and horny (and alone) I remember that girl and go home to sleep it off.