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20/04/2012
For the first time ever, I've decided to re-write a story. I did submit this story a few months back, and I admit that I rushed it. It also didn't read very well. Anyway, I've sat and thought it through a bit better this time, also listing out all of the girls I met. Hopefully this time, I'll give you a better insight into the world of prostitution from a customer's point of view.
To give you a bit of background on myself, I grew up on the edge of East London in a fairly uninteresting area. I'd describe myself as average, in looks, personality etc. I never really stood out, and to be honest, never really wanted to.
Most people who profess to know, think that men that use prostitutes have some deep rooted emotional problem. I don't, I never have. I used prostitutes because it was a simple way to get sex, anytime I wanted it. Nothing more, nothing less. I also really enjoyed it.
You'll read here a few memorable encounters, a few complete disasters, and some unremarkable encounters. Some of you will wonder why I kept going back. Hopefully this will enlighten a bit.
During my early years, I grew up in a Christian household. When I was 16, I decided to leave the church and to this day never returned. Around that time, I started to play Rugby and American Football, and really enjoyed the laddish banter that went back and forth. It was a case of growing up quickly in this environment.
I lost my virginity at the age of 18, in a fairly ordinary one night stand with a school friend. It was nothing more than recreational sex, we were attracted to each other, and after a few drinks, it seemed like a natural progression. Having grown up with the bible reminding me that sex should only take place within marriage, this felt so normal.
Over the next couple of years, I had couple of girlfriends, and a couple more one night stands. Like most things in my life, nothing out of the ordinary.
The changing point of my life was a 2 year relationship that nearly ended up in marriage. My girlfriend had a very dominating personality, and despite several warnings from friends and family, I stayed with her for too long. My laid back character made it easier for her to dominate.
I finally finished with her a week after my 21st birthday and made a sober vow to stay away from women for the next year. I enjoyed the next few months, meeting a lot of new friends and getting back into a proper social life.
Unfortunately, my year of celibacy turned into 2, then 3, then 4, then 5. My confidence had taken more of a knock than I realised after my long term girlfriend, I didn't really have the nerve to go out and talk to women anymore.
By the time I turned 27, I really started to crave sex again. I still wasn't worried about having a long term girlfriend, I didn't need any emotional connection, I just missed the physical side of sex.
I'd changed my job about a year before and became good friends with one of the lads at my new work. He was now married but had used prostitutes before, as had his brother. He was very open in talking about the experiences, not in a boasting way, just making it clear that he believed there was nothing wrong with doing it, I was single and harming no-one.
I probably agonised over the decision for about 6 months, almost taking the plunge a number of times but never going through with it. Something always held me back, probably the thought of how disappointed my family would have been with me.
I did however, decide to do it in October 98. I'd scanned through the local papers personal ads, where a number of massage parlours advertised services. Despite being illegal in the UK, it was very easy to find sex right on your own doorstep.
I phoned the maid who ran the house to get details, being told the prices and how to get to the place. I remember thinking that I just had to go for it now, otherwise I'd just bottle out again and be no nearer what I wanted.
It was a Friday morning before I went away for a lads weekend that I finally did it. The flat was about 2 miles from home, not giving me too much time to think about what I was doing. I pressed the buzzer and was let into the upstairs flat. Inside, the maid quickly showed me into a dimly lit bedroom. It wasn't dirty, but certainly had a seedy feel to it.
The room was sparse. A double bed, a dresser with a cheap porn mag and some tissues and a chair. About a minute later the girl came in. She was probably in her mid twenties, black, fairly tall with generous curves. She was wearing a see through camisole, knickers, bra and high heels. Although I felt horribly nervous, my first worry was gone. I did find her attractive, my worry that I wouldn't get an erection had gone.
Michelle explained the price list, from which I chose the full personal massage, including oral and full sex. I paid her the £50, which she took back to the maid. She also told me to take my clothes off ready. Michelle was back in about 2 minutes, quickly taking off her knickers and bra ready to go.
She first gave me a brief massage, which really calmed my nerves a lot. After a couple of minutes she told me to turn over to put a condom on. For the next couple of minutes she sucked my cock, nearly making me come as she did. I told her to stop when I nearly came, as I still wanted to fuck her.
We had sex in the missionary position which lasted for no more than a couple of minutes. Once done, we both got dressed without saying a word. I was showed out of the flat and with a brief goodbye it was over. I had paid for sex. I felt a mixture of relief and disgust. I felt that I'd somehow let myself down, done something awful, although a brief chat on the phone with the friend that had done it also soon stopped this worry.
Having said this, I decided it would be a one off, I wasn't going to do this again.
This resolution lasted about 3 months before I decided to visit the flat again. I saw a girl called Lisa, a good looking brunette with a fantastic figure. The routine was the same, massage, oral then sex. It was very functional but nice all the same. I had more of the same feelings after but came back for more a couple of months later.
This time I visited a different flat where the service was cheaper. Here, £30 got you 15 minutes with oral and full sex. The girl was decent looking but with heavy make up and a tarty look. The sex was ok again, nothing special but good enough. The girl, who's name escapes me, had just had breast implants, this was the first time I'd ever touched false tits, a strange sensation in itself.
I visited this house again about a month later, seeing the same girl again. The sex was much the same, although I remember her walking into the room totally naked. Later that afternoon I went out drinking with some friends. I can remember for the first time thinking that I wished they knew what I had been up to that day. The feelings of disgust had gone now, the only trouble was thaty visits were growing more frequent.
A visit to a different flat soon followed where I had sex with a woman who usually worked as a dominatrix. She certainly took charge, standing over me while masturbating, before the usual oral and sex.
My next visit to a working girl took place in May 99, probably just a few weeks after the last. I'd found another advert for a new flat and decided to give it a go. The lady working was called Nicole and was probably early 30's. She hard dark hair, a pretty face and a lovely, curvy size 16 figure. At least I'd guess it was.
The sex here was fantastic. The other women had plainly been going through the motions, while Nicole seemed to really enjoy having sex. I know that this would have been put on for my sake, but it certainly made the experience more enjoyable.
Here, the price was £60 for 40 minutes and you didn't have to leave once you'd come. After enjoying a more leisurely massage, oral and sex, Nicole then let me come on her tits. I'd long fantasised about doing this to a women, but had never had the courage to ask a girlfriend to do it.
Apart from being a thoroughly enjoyable session, this taught me that while I was paying for sex, I could ask to do whatever I wanted. Up to this point I'd only had straight, regular sex. Things had changed now.
About 2 weeks later I tried to go and visit Nicole again. The flat had closed but by this time, I really needed a good session. I ended up at a different place a couple of miles away and had what still remains to this day, my worst sexual experience.
The woman came into the room looking totally uninterested, bored even, and I didn't fancy her at all. Why I went through I still don't know. To compound my error, I also decided that I was going to try Anal sex for the first time. Another mistake. Having paid the £100 we got on with it. She gave me a blowjob without a condom, finishing by hand and making me come over myself. The problem now was that I couldn't get hard again. The woman just stood there with a fed up look on her face and made no effort to help the situation.
She eventually left the room for a few minutes to see if I could rise again on my own. When she came back, we finally got a condom on, and while I did manage to penetrate her anally, my erection lasted no more than a minute.
At this point I left. I felt sick to the stomach, hating myself for not only paying for sex, but not being able to perform either. This had clinched it in my mind, this was the end, I was going to find a girlfriend and have a normal sex life.
Of course things didn't turn out this way. After the low of this encounter I had a one night stand with a woman I worked with. This gave me the boost I needed, my confidence was coming back. This encounter was never destined to last as she was going back to Sweden after her 6 month stay in London. The desire to have more sex soon got overwhelming, in July 99 I went back to the working girls, finding a completely different flat and having a decent session with a girl called Tara.
The new flat was a nice place. Well decorated, clean, bright and very reasonable on prices. The personal service, oral & sex was just £30. This would be the first of many visits.
My next trip was to the flat I'd had the awful experience. I've still no idea why I went back there. It was much better this time though, I met a Welsh girl who I think was called Kerry. She was nice looking, had a lovely body and was wearing nothing else but some thigh length boots when we got down to it.
She gave me a great blowjob without a condom on before letting me come all over her pussy and stomach.
Not long after this, the house that Nicole worked in started to advertise again. I paid a visit after a couple of days away drinking with my mates on a European football away trip. I remember dropping the last one of them off, all of them giving me money for petrol, and me going straight over to see her. I always felt horny the morning after these drinking sessions.
I again paid Nicole £60 for a 40 minute session, including Oral, sex and again she allowed me to come on her tits twice. I was really enjoying the sessions with her, due to her apparent enjoyment and willingness to do almost anything. She still remains one of my favourite working girls.
About a month later, I paid what would be my last visit to Nicole. This time I paid £100 for a full hour. During this session, Nicole asked me to go down on her. I'd always been reluctant to do this with working girls due to hygiene reasons. I did this time though, as I wanted to learn how to do it properly. I'd tried giving oral to my previous girlfriends but they'd never really enjoyed it, more than likely that I really wasn't good at it. Having really enjoyed doing it, it would eventually start to become a regular feature of my sessions.
This was also the first time I'd kissed one of these girls. For those that don't know, kissing is usually a complete no go for working girls. This was another reason for enjoying the sex with Nicole so much. Unfortunately this would be my last visit to her, the flat closed not long after, and I didn't bump into her at any other places.
My visits to the brothels were now pretty much a monthly thing, usually on payday. I made a last visit to the first flat I ever tried and had a disappointing session with a woman in her mid thirties. I can't really remember much about it, which tells it's story. I never went back there.
It was around November 99 that I started worrying that I might be addicted to sex, or prostitutes. It had gone from being a once every now and then treat, to a regular thing that I couldn't do without.
On a particular Saturday, I got up feeling really horny after a night out drinking and decided that I'd pay a visit to a girl. I went to the house I'd met the Welsh girl, and had a session with a tired looking girl in her early 20's. This was the first time I'd not been able to come with a working girl. We fucked for a full 10 minutes before time was up, but no joy. That's one of the drawbacks to paying for sex, when your time is up, that's it, there's no hanging around to try again.
After a couple of hours wandering around indulging in my other passion, buying records. I decided I had to pay a visit and finish what I'd started. I went back to a house in Romford that I'd visited once before and saw an Irish girl called Anna Maria. This session was much better, with her giving me a fantastic deep throat blowjob where she took my entire cock in her mouth. After a brief fuck, I finally came. I felt relief mixed with no small amount of shame. I couldn't believe that I'd visited 2 prostitutes in one day. What was I becoming here?
My feelings of shame didn't last long at all, it was probably only 3 weeks until I visited another flat for a very basic session with a woman in a sexy cowboy outfit, calling herself Blaze! It was a strange set up, my only real other memory was that they had a full length mirror next to the bed so you could watch yourself having sex. This was probably the best part of this visit.
I again visited the flat on Romford just before christmas of 99 and met a girl called Michelle. She was an ex Porn Star, who had featured in British porn films with the likes of Ben Dover & Super Mario. I would end up visiting her 3 times over the next couple of months, always enjoying good sessions with her that included kissing.
Around this time I met a girl called Louise who I really got on well with. She was a pretty brunette, about 25 I'd guess, with lovely long legs and fantastic tits for such a slim girl. I had 2 sessions with her pretty close together, she was probably the only girl I ever really became a regular with.
Around February 99 I found another new flat offering services. It was in Green Lane, Dagenham which was fairly close to me. I gave it a go and it turned out to be the first of many visits. The place wasn't as smart as the flat in Romford but offered more services. The flat in Romford offered mainly straightforward sex, whereas this one offered oral without condoms, anal and a whole list of other things. The prices were fairly low too which was another big attraction.
My first visit here was to an older woman called Camilla. I say older, probably only late 30's, but as a twenty something at the time, she seemed a lot older to me. I paid her £50 for oral without a condom where she let me come in her mouth. This was the first time I'd done this with anyone, and to be honest, I loved it. It was over pretty quickly, but it certainly left me wanting more.
It's probably worth mentioning at this time that I'd had an interest in recreational drugs since the age of 18. Growing up in East London and having an interest in the House & Soul music scene, it was something that you would soon come across. Until around this point, my use of drugs had mainly been confined to big clubbing nights, the odd Ecstasy pill, or a bit of weed to come back down. I'd started drinking with a group of people from my work and knew they were all into cocaine. I could see from the first time I used it, how addictive the stuff could be, but went for it anyway. I have a addictive personality, but you've probably guessed that by now.
After one particular coke binge, on a boat party down the River Thames, I somehow managed to fall down some steep stairs in a pub after. The following week I visited Louise in the flat in Romford. This was the first time I'd ever seen a really human side to one of the girls. I was bruised from my shoulder down to my arse after the fall, Louise was really worried, the whole way through this time, she was so worried that I was in pain. This human side made her stand out as one of my favourite working girls. I saw her again one final time a couple of weeks later before she moved on, she was a really nice girl and the sex was always great.
Over the next couple of months I only visited the flat in Romford, meeting various girls for basic oral and fuck sessions. Jessica I remember being tired looking, Celestia was and arrogant younger woman who clearly thought she was above her chosen job. She would barely look at me and only allowed me to fuck her from behind. I took great pleasure in fucking her really hard and making her shout! Then there was Emily, a 21 year old student. The sex with her was almost loving, she didn't really seem cut out for the job.
By this time I was enjoying my own personal summer of love. Drink, drugs, music and sex. Life was really good. I had a session in June 2000 with a girl called Laura, nice girl and decent sex.
I then met a girl who I started going out with. For the first time in a long time, I had a normal relationship with a woman, a normal sex life. I worried at the start that I wouldn't be faithful and I'd soon be back using prostitutes, but this never happened.
This relationship lasted for about 3 months. At the end, the girl started to mess me around, not calling, letting me down on dates. After not hearing from her for a couple of weeks and her not returning my calls, I went back to the flat in Dagenham. I felt low having thought I was dumped and needed something to pick me up. I had a basic oral and fuck session with a young girl called Chloe. When my girlfriend phoned me the following day, I felt horribly guilty when she apologised for messing me around. We only met once more before she finally ended it, and my guilt.
This was the cue for me to get back into my vice, and start making regular visits to the flats in Dagenham and Romford. I first visited a Japanese girl in Dagenham calling herself Yoko. Paying the £60 for a 40 minute session, a came a huge load in her mouth after oral then had an enjoyable fuck. I now started to visit more and more, also taking cocaine and ecstasy most weekends rather than just on special occasions.
I had a visit to Dagenham to an Egyptian girl. This was a straightforward session and was finished quickly. She was in a rush as the house was very busy. Not at all good.
Later that month, I visited a new house in Goodmayes, seeing a girl who looked like the Porn star/ Glamour model Linsey Dawn McKenzie. I'm sure it wasn't her but she had an incredible likeness to her, both in face and body. I had a really good session with her, and I'm still quite happy in my little fantasy world, that I've had sex with someone famous!
I was back at the house in Romford again no more than a couple of weeks later, and met a lovely Indian girl called Jasmin. She looked very traditional Indian but spoke with a broad London accent. I paid for the usual £30 personal service but got much more like kissing, and lots of touching. She said after that it was her first day in the job and thanked me for making it nice for her. I guess that a lot of men were rude and disrespectful to the girls, I never was, and I believe that I got better sex because of this.
I found a new house not long after this and paid a visit to a new girl. I can't remember her name but the sex was good again, basic but good with kissing.
After this it was back to see Jasmine again in Romford, again the sex with her was excellent. She was telling me that she had counted how many customers she had seen that day, it was 16. I couldn't believe how many the girls went through. She said this was a particularly busy day but it was usually 10. Despite this, she gave another great session, unfortunately I never saw her again after this.
In December 2000 I went back to Dagenham and had a session with a wild young blonde girl. Again her name escapes me but it was an enjoyable time. She walked in stark naked rather than in any underwear, and was straight down to business. As I'd paid the £100 price for an hour, she told me we could do anything I wanted, it was nearly Christmas after all she said! I desperately wanted to try anal again but ended up coming after a really nice 69. I'd released a huge load over her tits and it took me a good while to recover. My erection let me down again, I didn't get the chance again.
We ended up doing one first for me, mutual rimming. I'd never before considered licking a woman's arse, although I'd seen it in plenty of porn films. She did it for me first which was fantastic, I couldn't refuse her request for me to return the compliment. She got on all fours and pushed he arsehole upwards for me. She made an incredible amount of noise while I licked, practically screaming the house down. Once we'd finished she told me I had to come once more or she'd be upset and think she hadn't satisfied me. It was a genuine struggle due to my sudden erection problem, although I did finally manage to come over her tits once more.
I was back at the Dagenham flat about a week later, seeing a black girl who gave me oral without a condom, letting me come in her mouth.
My final trip of 2000 was again after a football away trip with the lads. I went to a new flat in Ilford seeing a girl with long brown hair. I shot the biggest load ever done in my life on her tits that day. It went over her tits, stomach, face & hair. I kind of expected her to be a bit angry as it wasn't supposed to go on her face, but she found it amusing, saying she had never seen someone come so much in her life! We managed to do it again and have sex after she cleaned up.
Into 2001, things stepped up in pace. I was starting to use cocaine more heavily, also dropping a large quantity of ecstasy. Most people say that these drugs ruin there sex drive, I was the exact opposite, the more I did, the hornier I felt. I never had any problems with erections after the time of the second failed anal. It was hard to come sometimes, but I went through a spell where I felt I could go all day.
I visited Dagenham in January 2001 and met a nice slim blonde girl who had a schoolgirl outfit on. It hadn't been a particular fantasy of mine but it was still a pleasant session. She gave me oral without, letting me come all over her tits, lots of it ending up over her dress. This started a little kink of mine that stays with me now. From that day on, I've always had a thing about coming on a woman's clothes or underwear. We did go a second time in this session, me going down on her and using a dildo on her. Very good session.
The next month it was back to Dagenham for another good session with a girl called Carly. She gave great oral without, letting me come on her tits, and a good fuck. She was another nice girl who made me feel very comfortable.
A month later I went for a basic oral and sex session in Romford, meeting the girl Laura I'd seen a few months earlier.
Then I had one of my most memorable sessions with a beautiful Thai girl called Sunny. Apart from being quite stunning, she was also very nice and down to earth. I paid I think £60 for this session, which was probably the best value I'd ever had. She gave me oral without a condom while kneeling in front of me, always looking me in the eye while she did. It was a fantastic blowjob, but the biggest surprise was when she let go of my cock when I said I was coming, letting me come all over her face. I shot a huge load too, but she never stopped looking at me.
Once cleaned up, I went down on her, which she really seemed to enjoy. I also rimmed her, which led to her returning the compliment on me. To finish, we fucked for a while but I was unable to come. Sunny told me to wank for her, which I happily did. When I was about to come, she slid next to me on the bed and pointed to her face, inviting me to come on it again. It was a fine orgasm, and my second large one in 40 minutes.
I went back there the next month hoping to see Sunny again but she was unfortunately gone. I had a similar session with another Thai girl, all the same things packed in but not as good.
My next find was another flat in Green Lane, Dagenham, that specialised in mature women. My first visit was with A really nice woman in her late 30's called Jody. We had a great 40 minute session including a 69, and me coming on her tits. She was a first, in being the only working girl I'd spoken to that said she did the job just because she enjoyed sex, the money was a bonus. It may have been her saying what a punter wanted to hear, but having spent some time with her, I suspect not.
May 2001 was a busy time, I went back to this house twice more visiting to older women, one in her 40's, one in her 50's. I didn't really fancy either to be honest, but did it anyway. Both sessions were very ordinary, the first I hadn't really enjoyed much for a long time.
Back to Romford in the same month, I met Laura again, having another straightforward but fun session. While talking, we did discover that we had mutual friends from the music scene. This made things a little awkward, although it didn't stop us having sex for a second time!
June saw a trip back to Romford and a meeting with a girl called Simone. She was one of the most memorable sexual experiences of my life. It was a steaming hot summer day, the fan was on in the room but it didn't really make much difference. It was hot. Simone was in her late 30's, had a decent body and average looks. She was no stunner, but she had some appetite for sex.
The first time she gave me a quick blowjob then jumped on me and rode me until I came. After a couple of minutes rest, she started to suck me again without a condom. Within a minute or so I was rock hard again. We fucked for about 5 minutes in missionary before she asked me to do her doggy style. I've no idea how long this went on for, but it was quite a while. The noise she made was getting louder and louder with each thrust it felt until she was screaming. The maid even knocked on the door to make sure she was ok! This carried on for a good ten minutes over my time.
I finally came, the pair of us then collapsing, sweaty and exhausted. Maybe it was just the heat, but the red flush on her chest, face and arse led me to believe she may have actually had an orgasm. Even if she didn't, it was a memorable session, so good that I visited her again for an almost exact repeat the following week!
I visited the Romford flat a couple of weeks later, seeing another girl called Tara. She was about 21, with a fantastic body, slim with huge, perfect tits. The session was ok, I remember her making me laugh by saying "You can do whatever you like to my body, just don't touch my hair!" Then explained at length how it had cost her about £200 to have it done that day. Nice girl.
The following Sunday I went to the mature house in Dagenham. They had now installed a nice tv in the bedroom, equipped with Sky Sports. You could now watch live premiership football while having sex!
That day I met a nice brunette with a lovely curvy figure in her late 30's whose name I can't remember. I paid £60 for a 40 minute service where you can come twice. After a good blowjob I asked if I could go down on her, which she was more than happy for me to do. I really enjoyed going down on these girls now, having been a little reluctant to do so at first. I was concerned about possible infections but managed to push these thoughts to the back of my mind. Although I know it's no guarantee of safety against such things, the places I visited were always clean, and I can honestly say that all the girls I met clearly looked after themselves.
After I'd been down on her for a few minutes, she pulled her legs back and gave me access to her anus. Rimming was becoming a favourite thing of mine now, and pretty much all of the women I met really seemed to enjoy it. After an enjoyable fuck, I was unable to manage it for a second time and had to leave. Feeling a bit frustrated, I went to the Romford flat and had a quick oral and sex session with a young blonde girl. It wasn't anything special but it sorted out my almost constant need for sex.
This time, I felt no shame having used two different girls in a day. After spending my week working hard, I felt like a little cocaine, ecstasy and recreational sex was ok. I'd worry about stopping some other time.
Over the next couple of weeks, I visited the mature flat in Dagenham and Romford. I met a tarty looking late 30's woman, who again invited me to rim here while I went down on her. At Romford I had a basic session with a Scottish girl where we had doggy style sex in front of a mirror. Both of these were ok, nothing more.
I went back to the other flat in Dagenham a couple of times in early September 2001, seeing two oriental girls. The first was nothing special, an average looking girl who let me come on her tits then fuck her. The second was a far better session with a young, beautiful Malaysian girl. She put on a dildo show first for me, then let me use her slim vibrator on her arse. We then had a long 69, which ended with me coming in her mouth. Once recovered, we both rimmed each other before having a short fuck, finishing with me wanking over her face and tits. This was a really fun session, but like most girls at this house, she didn't stay there for very long.
I turned 30 not long after this session and celebrated by going back visiting the Dagenham house again the day after my 30th party. I saw a young, blonde Russian girl called Irina. Despite it only being a 40 minute session, she was memorable. We only did oral, but for me, spending 40 minutes between a beautiful young prostitute's legs was my idea of heaven. We also did plenty of rimming, both ways again, which I've always found fantastic. When I finally came, Irina asked me if I'd like her to swallow my come. I chose to come mainly on her face, but as I again shot a huge load, she ended up swallowing a fair bit too. I was really disappointed not to meet her again, she again was a girl who seemed to genuinely enjoy sex.
After our usual end of September weekend away drinking, I went to a new house in Upminster on the Friday before we went. I can't remember anything about the girl at all, it was a really ordinary experience. She's one of the rare women that I can't remember anything about.
Due to that disappointment, I went back to Dagenham after the weekend and had a session with a Swedish girl. She had model looks and a perfect body, but she didn't have any interest in having sex. I made the best of it, going down on her, and rimming. She finished off by blowing me and letting me come on her tits. This was my last visit to this flat.
Over the next few months, I visited the house in Upminster twice, the mature house in Dagenham and the Romford flat. None of the women stood out at all.
The next woman that stood out was a Russian girl called Nadia that I met at Romford. She again seemed to enjoy the sex, I had 40 minutes with her, going down on her, rimming and fucking her twice. Both times she let me pull out and come on her, once on her pussy, once on her bum. You've probably all worked out that I've got a bit of a thing for a cumshot, it's probably down to my love of porn, but as I was paying to enjoy myself, I didn't see any harm in asking for things I like.
At the start of 2002, I met a girl and ended up having a drunken one night stand with her. We did meet again after this, but it never turned into anything more.
Into February, went to see Nadia again in Romford, having an almost identical session. It was just as good too. I went back to the mature house the next week, having a pretty poor session with an uninterested woman in her early 40's. I never went back there after that one.
In March 02, I made 3 visits to the Romford flat. All of them were good, doing all my favourite stuff, oral, rimming, coming on tits.
It was around now this time that I started to get bored doing this. I enjoyed most sessions, but the buzz of dirty, forbidden sex was wearing off. I'd done most things that I'd wanted to do now and it was all too familiar now. I started thinking more and more about getting a girlfriend, having a normal relationship. I realised that I wanted this more than all this sex.
I met a girl in April 02 and ended up seeing her for 3 months. We had a really good sex life, I enjoyed having a conventional sex instead of performing something out of a porn film every time. After a couple of months, my girlfriend wanted us to start having unprotected sex as she hated the feel of condoms. This was the first time I really seriously thought about the risks I'd put myself though. I went for an STI test before we went away for a weekend. The relief when I got a negative result was amazing. I felt like I'd dodged a bullet, I'd got away with having so much dangerous sex, there was no way I'd go back now.
Unfortunately my drug use was increasing even more now, which was starting to make my behaviour unpredictable. Despite knowing I was doing myself harm, I carried on at a pace, making the summer of 2002 a bit of a blur.
I split with my girlfriend in July that year, and despite my previous resolution, I went straight back to a brothel. This time, for the first time in ages, I felt that self hate. I'd seen how normal life could be and really wanted that. I made 4 visits to the usual places over the next couple of weeks, but it just didn't satisfy at all. I can barely recall details of most of them, the joy had definitely gone from the sex and drugs. It was time to stop.
For the next month, I locked myself away from temptation. I didn't really miss the brothel visits, but the drugs part was hard. I knew if I was in a situation where they were available, I'd take them, so made the hard decision to stay away from the group of friends into drugs.
I started to feel much better around September of 2002, I'd been "clean" for about 6 weeks now, and wasn't really tempted to go back to my old ways. A few weeks later, I met a girl, who I can honestly say, I fell in love with straight away. I never thought this could happen to me, being as cynical as I am.
Nearly 10 years on, we're still together. We have a great life, a lovely child and a happy relationship. We both know everything about each other, it was pretty hard at first as we both have quite a past, but I truly believe that it's helped in a good way. Having both had a pretty wild life before we met, there's never been that doubt that maybe there's something better out there. We've both had many lovers but nothing could compare to the sex we have. We've tried almost everything a couple could do to each other, lived out most of our fantasies (although I'm still hoping we might get to try a threesome one day!) I'm looking forward to many years more fun.
My sex and drug addiction are a distant memory now. Do I regret any of it? No, I wouldn't change a thing. I met some really nice working girls down the years, and despite most of the things you read, most of them seemed to be happy doing what they did. I never sensed anybody had forced them to do what they do. I'm glad my life changed when it did, it reinforces my belief that things happen for a reason.
Writing this has been a good therapy for me, reaching back into some dark times. The highs were fantastic, but the lows desperate.
Anyway, it's done, time to look forward again.
To give you a bit of background on myself, I grew up on the edge of East London in a fairly uninteresting area. I'd describe myself as average, in looks, personality etc. I never really stood out, and to be honest, never really wanted to.
Most people who profess to know, think that men that use prostitutes have some deep rooted emotional problem. I don't, I never have. I used prostitutes because it was a simple way to get sex, anytime I wanted it. Nothing more, nothing less. I also really enjoyed it.
You'll read here a few memorable encounters, a few complete disasters, and some unremarkable encounters. Some of you will wonder why I kept going back. Hopefully this will enlighten a bit.
During my early years, I grew up in a Christian household. When I was 16, I decided to leave the church and to this day never returned. Around that time, I started to play Rugby and American Football, and really enjoyed the laddish banter that went back and forth. It was a case of growing up quickly in this environment.
I lost my virginity at the age of 18, in a fairly ordinary one night stand with a school friend. It was nothing more than recreational sex, we were attracted to each other, and after a few drinks, it seemed like a natural progression. Having grown up with the bible reminding me that sex should only take place within marriage, this felt so normal.
Over the next couple of years, I had couple of girlfriends, and a couple more one night stands. Like most things in my life, nothing out of the ordinary.
The changing point of my life was a 2 year relationship that nearly ended up in marriage. My girlfriend had a very dominating personality, and despite several warnings from friends and family, I stayed with her for too long. My laid back character made it easier for her to dominate.
I finally finished with her a week after my 21st birthday and made a sober vow to stay away from women for the next year. I enjoyed the next few months, meeting a lot of new friends and getting back into a proper social life.
Unfortunately, my year of celibacy turned into 2, then 3, then 4, then 5. My confidence had taken more of a knock than I realised after my long term girlfriend, I didn't really have the nerve to go out and talk to women anymore.
By the time I turned 27, I really started to crave sex again. I still wasn't worried about having a long term girlfriend, I didn't need any emotional connection, I just missed the physical side of sex.
I'd changed my job about a year before and became good friends with one of the lads at my new work. He was now married but had used prostitutes before, as had his brother. He was very open in talking about the experiences, not in a boasting way, just making it clear that he believed there was nothing wrong with doing it, I was single and harming no-one.
I probably agonised over the decision for about 6 months, almost taking the plunge a number of times but never going through with it. Something always held me back, probably the thought of how disappointed my family would have been with me.
I did however, decide to do it in October 98. I'd scanned through the local papers personal ads, where a number of massage parlours advertised services. Despite being illegal in the UK, it was very easy to find sex right on your own doorstep.
I phoned the maid who ran the house to get details, being told the prices and how to get to the place. I remember thinking that I just had to go for it now, otherwise I'd just bottle out again and be no nearer what I wanted.
It was a Friday morning before I went away for a lads weekend that I finally did it. The flat was about 2 miles from home, not giving me too much time to think about what I was doing. I pressed the buzzer and was let into the upstairs flat. Inside, the maid quickly showed me into a dimly lit bedroom. It wasn't dirty, but certainly had a seedy feel to it.
The room was sparse. A double bed, a dresser with a cheap porn mag and some tissues and a chair. About a minute later the girl came in. She was probably in her mid twenties, black, fairly tall with generous curves. She was wearing a see through camisole, knickers, bra and high heels. Although I felt horribly nervous, my first worry was gone. I did find her attractive, my worry that I wouldn't get an erection had gone.
Michelle explained the price list, from which I chose the full personal massage, including oral and full sex. I paid her the £50, which she took back to the maid. She also told me to take my clothes off ready. Michelle was back in about 2 minutes, quickly taking off her knickers and bra ready to go.
She first gave me a brief massage, which really calmed my nerves a lot. After a couple of minutes she told me to turn over to put a condom on. For the next couple of minutes she sucked my cock, nearly making me come as she did. I told her to stop when I nearly came, as I still wanted to fuck her.
We had sex in the missionary position which lasted for no more than a couple of minutes. Once done, we both got dressed without saying a word. I was showed out of the flat and with a brief goodbye it was over. I had paid for sex. I felt a mixture of relief and disgust. I felt that I'd somehow let myself down, done something awful, although a brief chat on the phone with the friend that had done it also soon stopped this worry.
Having said this, I decided it would be a one off, I wasn't going to do this again.
This resolution lasted about 3 months before I decided to visit the flat again. I saw a girl called Lisa, a good looking brunette with a fantastic figure. The routine was the same, massage, oral then sex. It was very functional but nice all the same. I had more of the same feelings after but came back for more a couple of months later.
This time I visited a different flat where the service was cheaper. Here, £30 got you 15 minutes with oral and full sex. The girl was decent looking but with heavy make up and a tarty look. The sex was ok again, nothing special but good enough. The girl, who's name escapes me, had just had breast implants, this was the first time I'd ever touched false tits, a strange sensation in itself.
I visited this house again about a month later, seeing the same girl again. The sex was much the same, although I remember her walking into the room totally naked. Later that afternoon I went out drinking with some friends. I can remember for the first time thinking that I wished they knew what I had been up to that day. The feelings of disgust had gone now, the only trouble was thaty visits were growing more frequent.
A visit to a different flat soon followed where I had sex with a woman who usually worked as a dominatrix. She certainly took charge, standing over me while masturbating, before the usual oral and sex.
My next visit to a working girl took place in May 99, probably just a few weeks after the last. I'd found another advert for a new flat and decided to give it a go. The lady working was called Nicole and was probably early 30's. She hard dark hair, a pretty face and a lovely, curvy size 16 figure. At least I'd guess it was.
The sex here was fantastic. The other women had plainly been going through the motions, while Nicole seemed to really enjoy having sex. I know that this would have been put on for my sake, but it certainly made the experience more enjoyable.
Here, the price was £60 for 40 minutes and you didn't have to leave once you'd come. After enjoying a more leisurely massage, oral and sex, Nicole then let me come on her tits. I'd long fantasised about doing this to a women, but had never had the courage to ask a girlfriend to do it.
Apart from being a thoroughly enjoyable session, this taught me that while I was paying for sex, I could ask to do whatever I wanted. Up to this point I'd only had straight, regular sex. Things had changed now.
About 2 weeks later I tried to go and visit Nicole again. The flat had closed but by this time, I really needed a good session. I ended up at a different place a couple of miles away and had what still remains to this day, my worst sexual experience.
The woman came into the room looking totally uninterested, bored even, and I didn't fancy her at all. Why I went through I still don't know. To compound my error, I also decided that I was going to try Anal sex for the first time. Another mistake. Having paid the £100 we got on with it. She gave me a blowjob without a condom, finishing by hand and making me come over myself. The problem now was that I couldn't get hard again. The woman just stood there with a fed up look on her face and made no effort to help the situation.
She eventually left the room for a few minutes to see if I could rise again on my own. When she came back, we finally got a condom on, and while I did manage to penetrate her anally, my erection lasted no more than a minute.
At this point I left. I felt sick to the stomach, hating myself for not only paying for sex, but not being able to perform either. This had clinched it in my mind, this was the end, I was going to find a girlfriend and have a normal sex life.
Of course things didn't turn out this way. After the low of this encounter I had a one night stand with a woman I worked with. This gave me the boost I needed, my confidence was coming back. This encounter was never destined to last as she was going back to Sweden after her 6 month stay in London. The desire to have more sex soon got overwhelming, in July 99 I went back to the working girls, finding a completely different flat and having a decent session with a girl called Tara.
The new flat was a nice place. Well decorated, clean, bright and very reasonable on prices. The personal service, oral & sex was just £30. This would be the first of many visits.
My next trip was to the flat I'd had the awful experience. I've still no idea why I went back there. It was much better this time though, I met a Welsh girl who I think was called Kerry. She was nice looking, had a lovely body and was wearing nothing else but some thigh length boots when we got down to it.
She gave me a great blowjob without a condom on before letting me come all over her pussy and stomach.
Not long after this, the house that Nicole worked in started to advertise again. I paid a visit after a couple of days away drinking with my mates on a European football away trip. I remember dropping the last one of them off, all of them giving me money for petrol, and me going straight over to see her. I always felt horny the morning after these drinking sessions.
I again paid Nicole £60 for a 40 minute session, including Oral, sex and again she allowed me to come on her tits twice. I was really enjoying the sessions with her, due to her apparent enjoyment and willingness to do almost anything. She still remains one of my favourite working girls.
About a month later, I paid what would be my last visit to Nicole. This time I paid £100 for a full hour. During this session, Nicole asked me to go down on her. I'd always been reluctant to do this with working girls due to hygiene reasons. I did this time though, as I wanted to learn how to do it properly. I'd tried giving oral to my previous girlfriends but they'd never really enjoyed it, more than likely that I really wasn't good at it. Having really enjoyed doing it, it would eventually start to become a regular feature of my sessions.
This was also the first time I'd kissed one of these girls. For those that don't know, kissing is usually a complete no go for working girls. This was another reason for enjoying the sex with Nicole so much. Unfortunately this would be my last visit to her, the flat closed not long after, and I didn't bump into her at any other places.
My visits to the brothels were now pretty much a monthly thing, usually on payday. I made a last visit to the first flat I ever tried and had a disappointing session with a woman in her mid thirties. I can't really remember much about it, which tells it's story. I never went back there.
It was around November 99 that I started worrying that I might be addicted to sex, or prostitutes. It had gone from being a once every now and then treat, to a regular thing that I couldn't do without.
On a particular Saturday, I got up feeling really horny after a night out drinking and decided that I'd pay a visit to a girl. I went to the house I'd met the Welsh girl, and had a session with a tired looking girl in her early 20's. This was the first time I'd not been able to come with a working girl. We fucked for a full 10 minutes before time was up, but no joy. That's one of the drawbacks to paying for sex, when your time is up, that's it, there's no hanging around to try again.
After a couple of hours wandering around indulging in my other passion, buying records. I decided I had to pay a visit and finish what I'd started. I went back to a house in Romford that I'd visited once before and saw an Irish girl called Anna Maria. This session was much better, with her giving me a fantastic deep throat blowjob where she took my entire cock in her mouth. After a brief fuck, I finally came. I felt relief mixed with no small amount of shame. I couldn't believe that I'd visited 2 prostitutes in one day. What was I becoming here?
My feelings of shame didn't last long at all, it was probably only 3 weeks until I visited another flat for a very basic session with a woman in a sexy cowboy outfit, calling herself Blaze! It was a strange set up, my only real other memory was that they had a full length mirror next to the bed so you could watch yourself having sex. This was probably the best part of this visit.
I again visited the flat on Romford just before christmas of 99 and met a girl called Michelle. She was an ex Porn Star, who had featured in British porn films with the likes of Ben Dover & Super Mario. I would end up visiting her 3 times over the next couple of months, always enjoying good sessions with her that included kissing.
Around this time I met a girl called Louise who I really got on well with. She was a pretty brunette, about 25 I'd guess, with lovely long legs and fantastic tits for such a slim girl. I had 2 sessions with her pretty close together, she was probably the only girl I ever really became a regular with.
Around February 99 I found another new flat offering services. It was in Green Lane, Dagenham which was fairly close to me. I gave it a go and it turned out to be the first of many visits. The place wasn't as smart as the flat in Romford but offered more services. The flat in Romford offered mainly straightforward sex, whereas this one offered oral without condoms, anal and a whole list of other things. The prices were fairly low too which was another big attraction.
My first visit here was to an older woman called Camilla. I say older, probably only late 30's, but as a twenty something at the time, she seemed a lot older to me. I paid her £50 for oral without a condom where she let me come in her mouth. This was the first time I'd done this with anyone, and to be honest, I loved it. It was over pretty quickly, but it certainly left me wanting more.
It's probably worth mentioning at this time that I'd had an interest in recreational drugs since the age of 18. Growing up in East London and having an interest in the House & Soul music scene, it was something that you would soon come across. Until around this point, my use of drugs had mainly been confined to big clubbing nights, the odd Ecstasy pill, or a bit of weed to come back down. I'd started drinking with a group of people from my work and knew they were all into cocaine. I could see from the first time I used it, how addictive the stuff could be, but went for it anyway. I have a addictive personality, but you've probably guessed that by now.
After one particular coke binge, on a boat party down the River Thames, I somehow managed to fall down some steep stairs in a pub after. The following week I visited Louise in the flat in Romford. This was the first time I'd ever seen a really human side to one of the girls. I was bruised from my shoulder down to my arse after the fall, Louise was really worried, the whole way through this time, she was so worried that I was in pain. This human side made her stand out as one of my favourite working girls. I saw her again one final time a couple of weeks later before she moved on, she was a really nice girl and the sex was always great.
Over the next couple of months I only visited the flat in Romford, meeting various girls for basic oral and fuck sessions. Jessica I remember being tired looking, Celestia was and arrogant younger woman who clearly thought she was above her chosen job. She would barely look at me and only allowed me to fuck her from behind. I took great pleasure in fucking her really hard and making her shout! Then there was Emily, a 21 year old student. The sex with her was almost loving, she didn't really seem cut out for the job.
By this time I was enjoying my own personal summer of love. Drink, drugs, music and sex. Life was really good. I had a session in June 2000 with a girl called Laura, nice girl and decent sex.
I then met a girl who I started going out with. For the first time in a long time, I had a normal relationship with a woman, a normal sex life. I worried at the start that I wouldn't be faithful and I'd soon be back using prostitutes, but this never happened.
This relationship lasted for about 3 months. At the end, the girl started to mess me around, not calling, letting me down on dates. After not hearing from her for a couple of weeks and her not returning my calls, I went back to the flat in Dagenham. I felt low having thought I was dumped and needed something to pick me up. I had a basic oral and fuck session with a young girl called Chloe. When my girlfriend phoned me the following day, I felt horribly guilty when she apologised for messing me around. We only met once more before she finally ended it, and my guilt.
This was the cue for me to get back into my vice, and start making regular visits to the flats in Dagenham and Romford. I first visited a Japanese girl in Dagenham calling herself Yoko. Paying the £60 for a 40 minute session, a came a huge load in her mouth after oral then had an enjoyable fuck. I now started to visit more and more, also taking cocaine and ecstasy most weekends rather than just on special occasions.
I had a visit to Dagenham to an Egyptian girl. This was a straightforward session and was finished quickly. She was in a rush as the house was very busy. Not at all good.
Later that month, I visited a new house in Goodmayes, seeing a girl who looked like the Porn star/ Glamour model Linsey Dawn McKenzie. I'm sure it wasn't her but she had an incredible likeness to her, both in face and body. I had a really good session with her, and I'm still quite happy in my little fantasy world, that I've had sex with someone famous!
I was back at the house in Romford again no more than a couple of weeks later, and met a lovely Indian girl called Jasmin. She looked very traditional Indian but spoke with a broad London accent. I paid for the usual £30 personal service but got much more like kissing, and lots of touching. She said after that it was her first day in the job and thanked me for making it nice for her. I guess that a lot of men were rude and disrespectful to the girls, I never was, and I believe that I got better sex because of this.
I found a new house not long after this and paid a visit to a new girl. I can't remember her name but the sex was good again, basic but good with kissing.
After this it was back to see Jasmine again in Romford, again the sex with her was excellent. She was telling me that she had counted how many customers she had seen that day, it was 16. I couldn't believe how many the girls went through. She said this was a particularly busy day but it was usually 10. Despite this, she gave another great session, unfortunately I never saw her again after this.
In December 2000 I went back to Dagenham and had a session with a wild young blonde girl. Again her name escapes me but it was an enjoyable time. She walked in stark naked rather than in any underwear, and was straight down to business. As I'd paid the £100 price for an hour, she told me we could do anything I wanted, it was nearly Christmas after all she said! I desperately wanted to try anal again but ended up coming after a really nice 69. I'd released a huge load over her tits and it took me a good while to recover. My erection let me down again, I didn't get the chance again.
We ended up doing one first for me, mutual rimming. I'd never before considered licking a woman's arse, although I'd seen it in plenty of porn films. She did it for me first which was fantastic, I couldn't refuse her request for me to return the compliment. She got on all fours and pushed he arsehole upwards for me. She made an incredible amount of noise while I licked, practically screaming the house down. Once we'd finished she told me I had to come once more or she'd be upset and think she hadn't satisfied me. It was a genuine struggle due to my sudden erection problem, although I did finally manage to come over her tits once more.
I was back at the Dagenham flat about a week later, seeing a black girl who gave me oral without a condom, letting me come in her mouth.
My final trip of 2000 was again after a football away trip with the lads. I went to a new flat in Ilford seeing a girl with long brown hair. I shot the biggest load ever done in my life on her tits that day. It went over her tits, stomach, face & hair. I kind of expected her to be a bit angry as it wasn't supposed to go on her face, but she found it amusing, saying she had never seen someone come so much in her life! We managed to do it again and have sex after she cleaned up.
Into 2001, things stepped up in pace. I was starting to use cocaine more heavily, also dropping a large quantity of ecstasy. Most people say that these drugs ruin there sex drive, I was the exact opposite, the more I did, the hornier I felt. I never had any problems with erections after the time of the second failed anal. It was hard to come sometimes, but I went through a spell where I felt I could go all day.
I visited Dagenham in January 2001 and met a nice slim blonde girl who had a schoolgirl outfit on. It hadn't been a particular fantasy of mine but it was still a pleasant session. She gave me oral without, letting me come all over her tits, lots of it ending up over her dress. This started a little kink of mine that stays with me now. From that day on, I've always had a thing about coming on a woman's clothes or underwear. We did go a second time in this session, me going down on her and using a dildo on her. Very good session.
The next month it was back to Dagenham for another good session with a girl called Carly. She gave great oral without, letting me come on her tits, and a good fuck. She was another nice girl who made me feel very comfortable.
A month later I went for a basic oral and sex session in Romford, meeting the girl Laura I'd seen a few months earlier.
Then I had one of my most memorable sessions with a beautiful Thai girl called Sunny. Apart from being quite stunning, she was also very nice and down to earth. I paid I think £60 for this session, which was probably the best value I'd ever had. She gave me oral without a condom while kneeling in front of me, always looking me in the eye while she did. It was a fantastic blowjob, but the biggest surprise was when she let go of my cock when I said I was coming, letting me come all over her face. I shot a huge load too, but she never stopped looking at me.
Once cleaned up, I went down on her, which she really seemed to enjoy. I also rimmed her, which led to her returning the compliment on me. To finish, we fucked for a while but I was unable to come. Sunny told me to wank for her, which I happily did. When I was about to come, she slid next to me on the bed and pointed to her face, inviting me to come on it again. It was a fine orgasm, and my second large one in 40 minutes.
I went back there the next month hoping to see Sunny again but she was unfortunately gone. I had a similar session with another Thai girl, all the same things packed in but not as good.
My next find was another flat in Green Lane, Dagenham, that specialised in mature women. My first visit was with A really nice woman in her late 30's called Jody. We had a great 40 minute session including a 69, and me coming on her tits. She was a first, in being the only working girl I'd spoken to that said she did the job just because she enjoyed sex, the money was a bonus. It may have been her saying what a punter wanted to hear, but having spent some time with her, I suspect not.
May 2001 was a busy time, I went back to this house twice more visiting to older women, one in her 40's, one in her 50's. I didn't really fancy either to be honest, but did it anyway. Both sessions were very ordinary, the first I hadn't really enjoyed much for a long time.
Back to Romford in the same month, I met Laura again, having another straightforward but fun session. While talking, we did discover that we had mutual friends from the music scene. This made things a little awkward, although it didn't stop us having sex for a second time!
June saw a trip back to Romford and a meeting with a girl called Simone. She was one of the most memorable sexual experiences of my life. It was a steaming hot summer day, the fan was on in the room but it didn't really make much difference. It was hot. Simone was in her late 30's, had a decent body and average looks. She was no stunner, but she had some appetite for sex.
The first time she gave me a quick blowjob then jumped on me and rode me until I came. After a couple of minutes rest, she started to suck me again without a condom. Within a minute or so I was rock hard again. We fucked for about 5 minutes in missionary before she asked me to do her doggy style. I've no idea how long this went on for, but it was quite a while. The noise she made was getting louder and louder with each thrust it felt until she was screaming. The maid even knocked on the door to make sure she was ok! This carried on for a good ten minutes over my time.
I finally came, the pair of us then collapsing, sweaty and exhausted. Maybe it was just the heat, but the red flush on her chest, face and arse led me to believe she may have actually had an orgasm. Even if she didn't, it was a memorable session, so good that I visited her again for an almost exact repeat the following week!
I visited the Romford flat a couple of weeks later, seeing another girl called Tara. She was about 21, with a fantastic body, slim with huge, perfect tits. The session was ok, I remember her making me laugh by saying "You can do whatever you like to my body, just don't touch my hair!" Then explained at length how it had cost her about £200 to have it done that day. Nice girl.
The following Sunday I went to the mature house in Dagenham. They had now installed a nice tv in the bedroom, equipped with Sky Sports. You could now watch live premiership football while having sex!
That day I met a nice brunette with a lovely curvy figure in her late 30's whose name I can't remember. I paid £60 for a 40 minute service where you can come twice. After a good blowjob I asked if I could go down on her, which she was more than happy for me to do. I really enjoyed going down on these girls now, having been a little reluctant to do so at first. I was concerned about possible infections but managed to push these thoughts to the back of my mind. Although I know it's no guarantee of safety against such things, the places I visited were always clean, and I can honestly say that all the girls I met clearly looked after themselves.
After I'd been down on her for a few minutes, she pulled her legs back and gave me access to her anus. Rimming was becoming a favourite thing of mine now, and pretty much all of the women I met really seemed to enjoy it. After an enjoyable fuck, I was unable to manage it for a second time and had to leave. Feeling a bit frustrated, I went to the Romford flat and had a quick oral and sex session with a young blonde girl. It wasn't anything special but it sorted out my almost constant need for sex.
This time, I felt no shame having used two different girls in a day. After spending my week working hard, I felt like a little cocaine, ecstasy and recreational sex was ok. I'd worry about stopping some other time.
Over the next couple of weeks, I visited the mature flat in Dagenham and Romford. I met a tarty looking late 30's woman, who again invited me to rim here while I went down on her. At Romford I had a basic session with a Scottish girl where we had doggy style sex in front of a mirror. Both of these were ok, nothing more.
I went back to the other flat in Dagenham a couple of times in early September 2001, seeing two oriental girls. The first was nothing special, an average looking girl who let me come on her tits then fuck her. The second was a far better session with a young, beautiful Malaysian girl. She put on a dildo show first for me, then let me use her slim vibrator on her arse. We then had a long 69, which ended with me coming in her mouth. Once recovered, we both rimmed each other before having a short fuck, finishing with me wanking over her face and tits. This was a really fun session, but like most girls at this house, she didn't stay there for very long.
I turned 30 not long after this session and celebrated by going back visiting the Dagenham house again the day after my 30th party. I saw a young, blonde Russian girl called Irina. Despite it only being a 40 minute session, she was memorable. We only did oral, but for me, spending 40 minutes between a beautiful young prostitute's legs was my idea of heaven. We also did plenty of rimming, both ways again, which I've always found fantastic. When I finally came, Irina asked me if I'd like her to swallow my come. I chose to come mainly on her face, but as I again shot a huge load, she ended up swallowing a fair bit too. I was really disappointed not to meet her again, she again was a girl who seemed to genuinely enjoy sex.
After our usual end of September weekend away drinking, I went to a new house in Upminster on the Friday before we went. I can't remember anything about the girl at all, it was a really ordinary experience. She's one of the rare women that I can't remember anything about.
Due to that disappointment, I went back to Dagenham after the weekend and had a session with a Swedish girl. She had model looks and a perfect body, but she didn't have any interest in having sex. I made the best of it, going down on her, and rimming. She finished off by blowing me and letting me come on her tits. This was my last visit to this flat.
Over the next few months, I visited the house in Upminster twice, the mature house in Dagenham and the Romford flat. None of the women stood out at all.
The next woman that stood out was a Russian girl called Nadia that I met at Romford. She again seemed to enjoy the sex, I had 40 minutes with her, going down on her, rimming and fucking her twice. Both times she let me pull out and come on her, once on her pussy, once on her bum. You've probably all worked out that I've got a bit of a thing for a cumshot, it's probably down to my love of porn, but as I was paying to enjoy myself, I didn't see any harm in asking for things I like.
At the start of 2002, I met a girl and ended up having a drunken one night stand with her. We did meet again after this, but it never turned into anything more.
Into February, went to see Nadia again in Romford, having an almost identical session. It was just as good too. I went back to the mature house the next week, having a pretty poor session with an uninterested woman in her early 40's. I never went back there after that one.
In March 02, I made 3 visits to the Romford flat. All of them were good, doing all my favourite stuff, oral, rimming, coming on tits.
It was around now this time that I started to get bored doing this. I enjoyed most sessions, but the buzz of dirty, forbidden sex was wearing off. I'd done most things that I'd wanted to do now and it was all too familiar now. I started thinking more and more about getting a girlfriend, having a normal relationship. I realised that I wanted this more than all this sex.
I met a girl in April 02 and ended up seeing her for 3 months. We had a really good sex life, I enjoyed having a conventional sex instead of performing something out of a porn film every time. After a couple of months, my girlfriend wanted us to start having unprotected sex as she hated the feel of condoms. This was the first time I really seriously thought about the risks I'd put myself though. I went for an STI test before we went away for a weekend. The relief when I got a negative result was amazing. I felt like I'd dodged a bullet, I'd got away with having so much dangerous sex, there was no way I'd go back now.
Unfortunately my drug use was increasing even more now, which was starting to make my behaviour unpredictable. Despite knowing I was doing myself harm, I carried on at a pace, making the summer of 2002 a bit of a blur.
I split with my girlfriend in July that year, and despite my previous resolution, I went straight back to a brothel. This time, for the first time in ages, I felt that self hate. I'd seen how normal life could be and really wanted that. I made 4 visits to the usual places over the next couple of weeks, but it just didn't satisfy at all. I can barely recall details of most of them, the joy had definitely gone from the sex and drugs. It was time to stop.
For the next month, I locked myself away from temptation. I didn't really miss the brothel visits, but the drugs part was hard. I knew if I was in a situation where they were available, I'd take them, so made the hard decision to stay away from the group of friends into drugs.
I started to feel much better around September of 2002, I'd been "clean" for about 6 weeks now, and wasn't really tempted to go back to my old ways. A few weeks later, I met a girl, who I can honestly say, I fell in love with straight away. I never thought this could happen to me, being as cynical as I am.
Nearly 10 years on, we're still together. We have a great life, a lovely child and a happy relationship. We both know everything about each other, it was pretty hard at first as we both have quite a past, but I truly believe that it's helped in a good way. Having both had a pretty wild life before we met, there's never been that doubt that maybe there's something better out there. We've both had many lovers but nothing could compare to the sex we have. We've tried almost everything a couple could do to each other, lived out most of our fantasies (although I'm still hoping we might get to try a threesome one day!) I'm looking forward to many years more fun.
My sex and drug addiction are a distant memory now. Do I regret any of it? No, I wouldn't change a thing. I met some really nice working girls down the years, and despite most of the things you read, most of them seemed to be happy doing what they did. I never sensed anybody had forced them to do what they do. I'm glad my life changed when it did, it reinforces my belief that things happen for a reason.
Writing this has been a good therapy for me, reaching back into some dark times. The highs were fantastic, but the lows desperate.
Anyway, it's done, time to look forward again.
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