So, I'm walking down my local High Street
going past a small news agent's
where I happen to catch the eye of "Exotic Massage"
So, I pop all of my shopping into the back of my Vespa
put the key into the exhaust, and away I go
My heart's racing, because I'm excited about the thrill
of having solicited sex with a complete stranger
and hoping, at this point, that she's going to be really attractive
So, I ring on the buzzer, she said, "Up you come, love"
I look up the stairs, and all very, very positive
until right at that minute I see her face
and she's quite clearly 15 to 20 years my senior
and not really as attractive
as she's described herself on the phone to me
so instantly my heart kind of drops a little
There I decide to go with the 40 Pounds for 20 minutes
so that I could get things over and done with
a lot faster than usual
As she takes her clothes off
and reveals all the fading tattoos
that she must have had in her 20s
which is never a nice look
she massages me with her breasts
She then decides to turn me over
and is now sucking my cock
but I'm looking away as far as I can
to try and distance myself
She decides to insert me into her
I'm thinking, "I-I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to come
because I'm not enjoying this
I don't find this woman attractive"
So I decide to take my thoughts off somewhere else again,
and close my eyes
and think of a smokingly hot woman on me, instead
and all of a sudden, I just feel that little tingle
that tells me that I am going to come
and it's over-- we've finished, we're done
She climbs off me very quickly
and hands me some wet wipes
before I get dressed relatively quickly
all the time having sort of idle chitchat
about the weather and paying the bills
and how the government are screwing people over
The fantasy, I guess, if I'm blatantly honest
was just to go in and have sex with a smoking hot woman
really enjoy it, and feel a connection
and almost to feel a bit of love
but how was I ever going to get that from paying for it?
And she's asked me to come back again and as I'm walking out the door
I go, "Yeah, of course, maybe next month"
but really in my head I'm thinking, "No, no, absolutely not.
Never, ever again am I ringing this number"
But I also know, as I'm climbing onto my bike
and starting up the ignition
that I'll do this again, I know I'll do it again
I fantasize about anal sex quite a lot
I imagine what it must be like
It seems attractive because it's dirty, because it's taboo
it's not the official orifice to fuck
I've phoned up people before, and they said, "No, no, don't do anal"
And there's one in the newspaper
she does "A-levels," anal sex
So, after work, I'm going to Paddington
and I find the address, and ring the doorbell
She comes to the door
and she's quite petite, a friendly-looking girl
So we go inside, and we get undressed
and she applies some lubricant
and then she crouches on the bed
with her bum up in the air
She's on her knees, and leaning forwards
and I push my dick into her ass
and it feels so good
And the fact that I'm inside her shithole
makes me feel really so intimate with her
that she's allowed me in
to such a private part of her body
and I feel a very exciting intimacy
even though I've never met her before
I know nothing about her personal history
but I'm inside her, and at such a deep level
I feel as close as I can be to another human being
I'm stroking her back, and telling her how good the experience is
I clutch her hips, and I thrust into her
slowly at first, and then more vigorously
I'm feeling more and more aroused, and I'm going to come
and I come, and I thank her lightly
"Thank you so much, it's just been so good"
I mean, it's strange, because I wasn't seeing her face
while I was fucking her, she had her back to me
but still there was something about her manner
the way that she welcomed me into her body
as if she understood my needs
understood what my body needed, what my cock needed
and was able to offer herself, to engage with me
and so I felt really connected with her
And we hug, and I put my clothes on and pay her
but I never see her again
So, I'm having a few drinks in the pub
and I've decided I'm going to go and see Mandy
because I know she's always good
Basically, she didn't charge extra for doing it from behind
She didn't complain I took too long
She was just friendly
and I don't want to risk going to another prostitute
So I walk up Greek Street and it's on the corner of Bayton Street
walk into the building, up the stairs
and knock on the door
and the maid says, "Yeah, go on through, she's not busy"
So I knock on Mandy's door
She's dressed in a tracksuit, top and bottom
I take off my clothes, lie on the bed
She takes off the tracksuit bottoms
She puts the rubber on
and then I stand up and she bends over the bed
we have sex, and then after that
I usually just have a little chat with her, and leave
I know now that, for the women
they basically sort of turn themselves off
It's rarely enjoyable for them, sexually
They're actually just, "Come on, hurry up. Get it over and done with
I've had your money"
That's their attitude