From Day 1 . . .
Sent in by Mike from London
My earliest memories of punting emanate from the days when prostitution took on a new guise and published itself under the banner of ‘escorting’. Some friends and I at work discovered that there were actually websites with glossy, professionally produced photos of girls of all nationalities offering their services to you with a menu of what they were prepared to do. These terms were often acronyms or abbreviations with a link to a glossary of terms as to their exact meaning. Obviously these escort
websites were peppered with disclaimers pointing out that you were only paying for the girls time, but if you were fortunate enough to get intimate with your chosen ‘escort,’ these discriptions of their repertoire were what was actually on offer. Brilliant!!! Like you were going to pay upwards of £150 to sit in a girl’s apartment and chat about the weather for an hour after parting with your hard-earned cash!!! Yeah, right . . .
So, the scene was set and a whole new world was opened up to your average guy on the street and the bar was raised, giving prostitution a whole new scenario within which to operate. Escorting and websites have helped to differentiate between girls who walk the streets and girls who have managed to get their lives together. Without being too judgmental, it is pretty safe to assume that nowadays the girls walking the streets have drug and or health problems thereby instantly creating a visual panorama for us punters to punt safely and steer clear from the seedier side of sexual gratification. Escorting and chosing girls from a website advertising Asian girls working as escorts has led to the opening of a mighty chasm between street-walking girls who give you a hand job or contortionist sex in the rear section of your Ford Sierra, and girls who have set themselves up in a flat or bedsit (usually nicely decorated and with a welcoming candle-lit ambience, a classic trait amongst Asian girls working the escorts scene) and hey presto, all us frustrated blokes were in for a whole new lifestyle. Moralists would argue that this would be a sure-fire path to the disintegration of marital bliss as we know it. I would argue to the contrary. This new-found freedom and ease with which Joe public could now have access to really tasty girls that in the past they could only oggle at when they walked past them in the street, was the beginning of escorting as we know it today. Many of my fellow punters have stated that visiting escorts had actually saved their mind-numbingly (sexually) boring relationships from ending up in divorce and all the lifestyle changes that go with it, ie financial ruination, only seeing the kids at the weekend and living in a sordid bedsit in the back of beyond.
Not real love
Once we learned that these Asian escort girls were not actually falling in love with us and that they were merely an escape from reality for a short while, I think the majority of us saw the whole thing in the correct perspective and were able to enjoy it for what it really was. Personally speaking, I have had the most beautiful young arses and pussies within tongues reach, that ten years ago I could only have dreamed about. My whole experience as a punter has without doubt made me a more whole and complete person and generally I feel an aura of peace within my world because I have not lived my life as a frustrated old git longing after young pussy that were never going to look twice at me, let alone let me make love to them.
Ok, there have been times when I have booked on an Asian girl and it wasn’t the greatest of escorts experiences, but that’s a bit like expecting every restaurant you visit to be perfect everytime. I am not exagerating or boasting in any way, but I would estimate that I have been with over 200 escorts which I think allows me to wax somewhat poetically about my experiences. I feel sorry for the guys whose first venture into the world of South East Asian girls choosing escorting was not that good and were put off, never to return. Personally I have stuck with Oriental escorts for probably 95% of my visits. Most of these girls were from Thailand where it is quite the ‘norm’ for a young girl to get hitched-up with an older guy. I am no oil painting (even in my younger days) but it has left me somewhat dumbfounded the amount of times, really pretty girls have insisted on deep, throat-searching, French kissing when I truely would not have expected it. This kind of intimacy I have not experienced when I have strayed from the fold and tried Western or Eastern Bloc escorts.
My escorting days began when I ended a long relationship with an English girl. I was often asked why I ended it and the only reason I can come up with is boredom. I know I can’t turn the clock back, but I often wonder if we would still be living happily together had I started punting with escorts of the Asian variety sooner. I guess I will never know. And yes, in case you are wondering, I would have had absolutely no problem with my partner of that time visiting a male escort. Anyway, hindsight is a marvellous thing as they say . . .
Right and wrong
Being a punter and paying for sex with Asian escort girls (or any nationality for that matter) is not a question of right and wrong. If you rob someone or kill someone then for sure we definitely know that that is wrong because of the human suffering involved. If we give money to a charity or help someone less-fortunate than ourselves we can be pretty sure that that is the right thing to do because it spreads happiness and can change people’s lives, hopefully for the good. Some would quite rightly argue that there is such a thing as the ‘Greed of Giving’ whereby we only give for our own personal gratification but that’s a debate for another day. No one can in all truthfulness say that punting is right or wrong. It is a belief, a moral, or a matter of opinion. If done in the right way and in a safe environment then it beggars belief that even in this day and age, there are moralists and pious, self-righteous, so-called religious members of the public who would see an end to our glorious pasttime. In my humble opinion it is the guys (and girls) who are deep-down sexually frustrated with no chance of ever experiencing fantastic sexual pleasure, that are amongst the most fervent of objecters. Therefore I think we can safely say that there is nothing ‘wrong’ with punting and using the services of an escort. In the words of the famous meerkat – simple, innit . . .
As I have alluded to before, the majority of my punting and escorting experiences are limited to the paramaters of girls from Thailand (Asian escorts in London in particular). I even married one of them and had four very happy years with her before she ran off and left me for a younger guy. I blame myself for this for devoting too much of my time at work and letting her get bored. We are still the best of friends and still go to football together, as during our time together she became a staunch supporter of the same team as me. Don’t ask which team . . .
Reasons for choosing escorting as a profession
I think what sets Thai girls apart from escorts of other nationalities is their motive for getting involved in escorting. The average Thai escort girl who is above average in the looks and body stakes will tell you the same story. When I go to Bangkok and I’m on the prowl for a new bedfellow for the night, I veer away from asking the chosen young lady about herself and her family. It is always the same story and to tell the truth I get bored with their narrative of how they ended up working in a bar and doing this kind of work. Don’t get me wrong, I respect the girls situation but when you’ve heard the same story a thousand times it does get a little tedious. The aforementioned girls usually get pregnant when they are between 16-18, usually by their first ‘real’ boyfriend. In Thai culture, parenting generally errs on the side of being overprotective and is quite old-fashioned compared to Western standards. I suppose this is a good thing, but what happens when they are old enough to be given a certain amount of freedom, they are not emotionally mature enough to handle their new-found freedom, whereas physically they have grown into stunningly pretty young ladies and attract boys like the proverbial flies on s**t. Thereby they get pregnant and the boyfriend is normally not old enough or have the financial or emotional ability to take on the responsibilities of raising a family. The end result being that they disappear like a rat up a drainpipe leaving the girl to fend for herself. The sense of family is very strong in Thailand and the family will support the young pregnant girl and more often than not, the mother is more that happy to take on the child as her own. Knowing this fact, the young lady will then inform her family that she is going to work in the big city (usually Bangkok or thankfully for us the escorts scene in London on the Asian circuit) to earn money to send home to her family and new-born child.
She will probably tell her family that she has got a job as a waitress in a restaurant or some other kind of menial job, although I think they will more than likely have an inkling of what she is in fact actually doing, especially when large amounts of money start to appear in the family bank account. Consequently, the motive of all the girls that end up working in Go-Go and hostess bars is, in my opinion, a virtuous one. You also have to be aware that there is no national health service in Thailand. This brings about the situation where if someone in the family is ill or has an accident, they have to worry about how they will pay the hospital and doctor’s bills. So, all-in-all, the situation tends to suit everyone concerned. When the girls hit the escorts bar scene in Bangkok they can generally be said to have a great time without the constraints of their sheltered upbringing. This all bodes well for us punters if we are lucky enough to visit this magical city. If you can imagine that you are a beautiful girl who is regularly seen on the London club scene, then that is how you are treated when you visit the clubs and bars of Bangkok, even if you are in your fifties (as am I). You are swamped by keen and eager young Thai escorts girls, desperate for you to take them home for the night!!! I can remember the first night I was in Bangkok as if it were yesterday. There are two main areas for us punters to visit in Bangkok, which are about a twenty minute walk apart. Firstly is the Nana Plaza Entertainment Complex. There is only one way out and in. It is on Soi 4, off the main hustle and bustle of the Sukhamvit Road. You enter the complex and you come out into an open-air quadrangle with three storeys on each side. Each level is packed with bars and clubs that are full of gorgeous Thai escort girls.
You can enter any of these establishments free of charge and sit down and watch the girls performing on stage. They are clothed in varying degrees of undress varying from full dancing costumes, which are quite intricate and very pretty on the eye (usually made by the girls themselves) to totally stark bollock naked. My personal favourite is when they wear mini skirts with no panties and they continuosly keep flipping their skirts up to preview what you could be burying your face into later in the evening!!! My favourite bar is called Pretty Lady, which is on the ground floor on the left as you enter the open-air square. I have been to Thailand nine times and I have had some amazing nights in this particular bar as well as a few others in Nana.
The girls in Pretty Lady are very friendly and dance on a mirrored stage so if you sit by the stage you have a full, uninhibited view of what is going on under the girls mini skirts!!! The majority of Go Go bars have terraced seating usually three or four rows high. I find it is best to start off sitting there as opposed to right by the stage. You can then have a quiet beer and get the vibes of the place and pick out a few of the girls who particularly take your fancy. The girls dance on stage for three or four records and then they swop with another set of girls who will then grace the performing area. The girls leaving the stage will then mingle with customers such as ourselves and hope that you will buy them a drink or two. They are not pushy and if a girl sits by you and you are not too keen on her, you can politely wave her away and she won’t be offended. All the girls have a number pinned onto their mini skirts. If you like the look of one, you can then tell the number to one of the bar staff who wander around the place. They will then go and get your chosen young lady and she will come and sit and chat with you. At this point it is customary to buy her what is referred to as a ‘lady drink’. The price is usually about £1.50 of which she gets to keep 50p. The girls are usually on a low basic salary and make up their money with lady drinks and whatever she earns when a customer takes her home for the night. A far cry from the London Asian escorts arena where if the girls are sensible they can earn an absolute fortune if they save their hard-earnt cash for their eventual return to Thailand.
Night time fun . . .
If you then decide that you would like to spend the night with her, you then have to pay what is known as a ‘bar fine’. This is normally about a tenner. This has to be paid because you are taking the girl away from the bar and the management lose the obvious assets of the girl for the night, along with any other revenue she may have generated for the bar. If you only want to take the girl for a ‘short time’ (one/two hours) you can expect to pay around £30. If you want to take her all night it is around £50. I call that pretty good value for money.
I could ramble on forever about the Pretty Lady bar but I guess you will just have to visit it yourself to see what I mean. One thing to be aware of though, if you are on a budget, is that while your getting nicely drunk, your bar bill can creep up if you buy too many drinks for the girls. They will usually ask you to buy their friend(s) a drink as well. Again, just politely refuse and all will be ok, the only consequence being that your celebrity status will diminish slightly.
Nana Plaza is a hive of activity and has about 30 establishments to choose from. Don’t be afraid to visit the ‘Ladyboy’ bars. They are great fun. I will talk about transexual girls later in this missive. If you don’t have a good time and get laid in Nana Plaza, then it won’t happen anywhere. It is quite easy to get carried away, especially after a few too many beers, but always remember to keep your eyes on your wallet and mobile phone. It is very rare that you will have a problem in this respect but you never know.
Bad experiences – they do happen
I did once have a bad experience in Nana Plaza but there again in our chosen hobby of Asian working escorts hunting, this can happen anywhere in the world. I chose a lady who was bubbly, fun and friendly in the bar. I bar-fined her and took her back to my hotel room. I went to have a shower and on returning she was fast asleep in the bed. I tried to explain to her that this was not exactly what I had in mind. To be fair she was very tired and would probably have performed in the morning but it was no good to me there and then. Then at this point she got a bit annoyed so I said I would pay her the £50 but she would have to leave so I could go out and get myself a more lively girl. She grumpily agreed to this and left. About ten minutes after she left, I discovered that my very expensive Sony Ericsson mobile had left with her. I put it down to experience and went back out and got myself another young lady which all turned out ok in the end. This has only happened to me once but it should serve as a warning should you ever visit Bangkok.
I said I wouldn’t ramble on but I lied!!
The other place that must not go unvisited if you want to truely sample the best Thai escorts/bar girls in Bangkok is Soi Cowboy. Soi is the Thai name for ‘street’ in case you were wondering. Soi Cowboy is a relatively short street that is entirely made up of Go Go/Hostess bars. Same kind of rules apply as Nana Plaza as indeed to all of the other establishments in Thailand. My first incursion into the heavenly delights that is Soi Cowboy was in a bar simply called Tony’s Bar. I was approached by a very pretty girl and then by her even prettier friend. I had knee-length shorts on and my abiding memory is of one girl sitting next to me and gently holding and stroking my member while I fondled the amazingly firm and smooth bum of the other. She had no panties on and I was given free range to explore her pussy and ‘rusty sheriff’s badge’. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I think also that at this point I subconsciously decided that I would never be able to go on holiday anywhere else in the world ever again. The mere thought of ever going on a banal package holiday to somewhere in the mediterranean was definitely now out of the question. Anyway, back to the girls. I could not decide which girl to bar fine and take back to my hotel, so I decided I would have to have a two-girl evening. I took the first one back and did the business, then returned and took the other one. Something I would like to point out is that the first girl said that if I paid an extra £10, I could have sex with her without a condom. Now I am sure all you seasoned punters realise the implications of this. She is already HIV positive or if not, she has been with other escort users who have taken her up on the offer and will sooner or later find herself with an STD of some sort. She was so pretty and young and believe you me I was tempted. Instead I asked her if her life was only worth £10? I told her she was being very silly and just gave her £20 on top of the original £30 and gave her a bit of a lecture like a father-to-daughter situation. However drunk and randy you are chaps, don’t do it. Always rubber-up!!! The second girl I took back that evening was heavenly. I have still got this vision of her pert little arse in my face in the ’69 position. I think I licked and sucked her little arse and pussy for a good hour. Luvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvverly.
A bit of history
A bit of boring history is that this street got started by an American guy who wore a Stetson opening a small bar and the street just grew and grew until it became the bastion of heavenly bliss that it is today. I have found in the past that it is best to stick to the smaller bars if you are on a budget. The bigger bars like Baccaras is a bit more for beer and barfine, but definitely go there and just buy yourself a beer and sit and watch the many gorgeous young ladies that are continuosly dancing for your pleasure.
While I think of it, something else to bear in mind is this: You may go to a bar and fall head-over-heels in love with a girl and then bar fine her for several nights. This is ok, but girls/escorts who work in the bars do develop strong friendships with the girls in the same bar. I mention this because if you start to get a bit bored with your current girl, your eyes may start roving to her ever-increasingly, pretty-looking mates. You will generally find that her mates will then not let you bar fine them as a statement of loyalty to your original conquest. I have found this to be extremely frustrating in the past. I admire the girls for their principals but it does mean you may miss out on a darn good shag. It is then time for you to move onto a new girl in a new bar and start again.
If you see a bell in a bar do not be tempted to ring it. If you ring that bell it is announcing that you want to buy everyone in the bar a drink. Stay away from the bell unless you are feeling particularly flush. I myself rang the dreaded bell when there was only the girl behind the bar and two of my well-known previous conquests all of whom I knew very well present. I rang it just to feel what it felt like. Honestly, it was as if by magic that all these bodies started to appear, There were two bar staff sleeping under and behind the bar and three girls from out the back (presumably their living quarters) all suddenly present and enjoying a drink at yours truely’s expensive. I could only laugh and cough up. Stay away from the bell!!! It has magic poweres!!!
Ladyboys. I have to talk about ladyboys. It is a well-known fact that there are many Transexual escorts working in the adult industry as escorts who are mainly Asian in Thailand and the rest of the world. I think that generally, Thai men do err on the side of being effeminate. Maybe it’s something in the genes in that part of the world. I hasten to add, no offence to the male gender in Thailand. I personally have no interest in transexuals sexually and fail to see the attraction. You would be surprised at how many guys actually enjoy sexual liaisons with transexual escorts. Many of them claim not to be gay, bi-sexual or even bi-curious. I just don’t geddit. Again, I am in know way judgmental and if that’s what stirs your gravey, then good luck to you. Personally, the mere sight of a penis in any sexual act just turns me right off. I would even go so far as to say I don’t even like the appearance of a knob in a blue movie but, maybe I am in the extreme. I have met many transexual girls and formed great friendships with them. At the end of the day, they do have a rough time of it at the hands of so-called straight people who will just not accept that there is homosexuality in the world. My arguement is always that if you wake up in the morning and fancy blokes sexually, then what are you to do? Live a life of celibacy? That’s hardly fair. It is a physical state of the body caused by hormones that defines your sexuality. People don’t just decide to be gay, they just are. Thankfully as history has progressed it has become more socially acceptable, especially with Asian girls working as escorts in London. I still subscribe to the idea that those who speak out most vehemently against homosexuality are either gay but too afraid to admit it or are just not very nice people and will always round on the minority groups and bully them. Just me having a rant!!!
There are transexual girls who have gone all the way and have had total gender reassignment. They have had their penis removed and a vagina constructed in it’s place. This is fine by me, though I still wouldn’t have a sexual dalliance with a transexual who has gone to all the trouble and expense to achieve total comfort within their own skin. My personal reason for this is that I do like rimming. To the uninitiated this is the act of licking the anus. Sorry to be so graphic. If I were to have sex with a transexual girl and rimmed her, I would still be licking a bloke’s arse which just does not do it for me I’m afraid. Again, nothing against those who are up for this. I must admit that since I stared punting, I have formed some great and lasting friendships with transexual girls. I think they tend to be very nice people due to all the grief they have suffered in their life.
Don’t miss out on the experience
I think the main problem lies in acceptance by her family. I know an absolutely stunning post-op transexual who lives in the UK. She really is a lovely person and looks very shaggable. However, when she goes back to stay with her family in Thailand, she has to revert back to being a boy, concealing her breasts in baggy tops and cutting her hair to appear like she is male. It’s these transexuals that I really feel sorry for. Generally now in Thailand, more and more families in Thailand are accepting their errant transexual offspring. The cynic in me does however think that this is probably because the families see how lucrative it can be to make your living in the bars and clubs as transexual escorts. My friends say that I am a cynical old git anyway, so maybe that is not the case.
When in Thailand don’t avoid the transexual ladyboy bars and clubs. It really is an experience not to be missed. The girls understand that ninety per cent of the punters that walk through the door are only there out of curiosity. They don’t mind. They just want to see a smile on your face and maybe have a few lady drinks bought for them.
It is at this point that I have to own up about being caught out once. I think it was on my second or third trip to Thailand. Now, after 9 trips and living the Thai escorts life back here in the UK, I think I can pretty much tell quite quickly if a girl is a transexual. In my experience it is always the voice that gives it away. Nowadays though, I have heard that they are able to have their vocal chords tightened and even sound like a girl!!! I had better be careful!!! Anyway, my close shave occured on the beautiful island of Koh Samui, also a must-see if you go to Thailand.
We all get caught out once . . .
I had had one of those nights where I got landed with a girl who was great and full of fun and life in the bar, but when she get back to my hotel room, she just went to sleep. I could not even wake her to show her the door. I bet you are now thinking that this happens a lot to me and that this is generally the effect I have on women. Ha Ha!!! You may be right. So, the night was still comparitively young by Koh Samui standards, about 02:00 in the morning. Not to be left shagless for the night, I wandered back out into the storm centre of conviviality that is night time in Koh samui and began to search for some pussy. I have to mention at this point that most bars in Bangkok and the rest of Thailand shut at 02:00. This is strictly enforced accept in the bars where the police have been given a bribe and allow proceedings to last on sometimes until dawn.Luckily this is not the case of Asian girls working as escorts in London where many are 24-hour. This is all perfectly acceptable in Thai society. It is all down to business sense really. The proprietors have to work out if the bribe paid is worth them staying open for longer or not. Back to me. After the 02:00 shut down, the girls (and transexuals) who have not managed to be bar fined, quite simply move onto the streets. Sometimes the best times and atmospheres happen during this time. Again, with a bribe to the police you can take half a dozen plastic chairs and a cool box full of beer and set up your own bar on the pavement (sidewalk to our American friends). When the cool box runs out of beer, it is then just a quick trip to the local all-night 7-11 to restock and just carry on until the punters dry up. These ‘pavement’ bars are ubiquitous in Bangkok and after 02:00 you will struggle to find space and usually have to walk in the road. I would say that this ‘sub-culture’ is something in itself and must be experienced during your stay in Thailand. I will tell you later about one of my experiences one night on the streets of Bangkok late one night/early in the morning.
Back to Koh Samui. Just a quick point that I feel I have to mention that probably has absolutely nothing to do with escorts but worth me sharing my opinions to anyone still reading this tome and not yet died of boredom. If you have young children and are thinking about taking your family to Thailand for a beach holiday, forget it, We have all fallen into the trap whereby our egos take over and we want to tell our friends how we have gone to some exotic location for our holidays. In reality, if you go to Koh Samui or indeed any of the beautiful beach resorts in Thailand, you will not experience the true Thai culture. You would be better off treating yourself to a nice five-star hotel somewhere in the Mediterranian. The beach resorts in Thailand are just too hot to take young children. I have seen many such families wandering around Koh Samui looking as miserable as sin. It is just hard work, being so drained of energy because of the strength-sapping heat, that it is a task in itself to keep yourself relaxed and comfortable let alone caring for your small children. Also, from dad’s point of view he will have the added distraction of all the beautiful young girls he could be rogering if he were there on his own. I think I have made my point. Anyway, back to the more relevant thread of my story, I began to wander around on the lookout for some gentleman’s entertainment, a euphemism for a good hard shag. In Koh Samui, absolutely everyone has a small motor bike. They are quite easy to hire for about a fiver a day. Before long a young lady who was so pretty I thought I was seeing things through my drunken haze pulled up at the kerb and started chatting me up. I did detect the hint of a deep voice but I thought to myself, hey, lets risk it for a biscuit. After a bit of negotiation about the price and establishing she was not a ladyboy, we settled for £20 for a short time back at her place, bearing in mind that my hotel room was unavailable due to sleeping beauty occupying my bed in the hotel. I hopped on to the back of her motor bike and off we went. It seemed that after about 15 minutes driving down bumpy, heavily-rutted roads, we arrved in the back of beyond and parked up. We entered her home which was only really a hut but quite comfortable inside. I handed over my twenty quid and then asked again if she was sure she was not a transexual ladyboy. At this point she admitted that she was one. Oh shit!! What do I do now? She told me that she had had part of the operation. Yuk, I did not care to see. There was absolutely no point in getting annoyed, and the poor girl was only trying to earn a living so I settled for a massage. What happend next really caps this little anecdote and turns it into a definite ‘curiosity killed the cat’ episode. To me, the night was still young and I was still determined to get laid. To her credit, my transexual friend offered to take me back to where it was all still happening on her motoerbike. My fault entierely, I was in such a rush that I left my £300 wrist watch on the bedside table and was not aware of it until later in the evening!!! I think this ladyboy did particularly well out of me that evening!! Still, these experiences are all part of the rich tapestry of life although I did not quite see it like that at the time.
The night that refused to end
I decided that I would definitely not make the same mistake again. By now it was about 05:00am and there was still a bit of life going on. I stopped a young girl, also on a motorbike and asked her if she was a ladyboy. Ironinically she asked me if I thought she was pretty enough to be a ladyboy, further proving my point that a lot of transexuals are often more pretty than the real thing. Again, we agreed on a price and set off to her home. The route took us along a beautiful, winding coastal road to Lamai. The sun was just coming up and I thought to myself, wow, this is really living. Nicely drunk, my arms wrapped around the waste of a lovely young girl in what has to be one of the most beautiful parts of the world with the sun coming up casting a warm glow over the beautiful azure ocean. Arrived at her place and had a truely nice time with everything on offer including my favourite ’69 position. Thank you to that young Thai lady for rescuing my night and giving me an experience that will remain indelibly tattooed on my mind forever!!! I got a taxi back to my hotel room at 08:00 and woke sleeping beauty and she left with a smile not even expecting to be paid anything. I should think not!!! At least she had a nice kip in an air-conditioned room. A great and interesting, event-packed night on Koh Samui finally drew to a close . . . the escorts scene in London with my Asian favourites seeming a long way away.
Anyway, going back to the very beginning of my punting days, with escort websites popping up all over the place, my mates and I at work were turning more and more to studying escort websites as opposed to porn websites. I suppose the main reason for this was because oggling at escort agency websites and porn websites had one huge tangible difference. The escort websites meant that beautiful girls were inconceivably actually within grasp for the meagre price of £150. Ok, not meagre to a lot of us menfolk but the way I looked at it was that if I suddenly, for instance, was faced with a bill to repair my car for £150, it might smart a bit but I would have to pay it to remain mobile and it would not lead me to the bankruptcy court. To be perfectly honest, I really did not have any idea what I would get for parting with my hard-earned cash, but I thought hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I thought that at least I would be in the presence of a gorgeous girl, hopefully having licence to touch her in intimate places and a wealth of images for my wank-bank memory for use at a future date. Before the advent of escort agency websites, I believed, and who wouldn’t, that my sexual experiences during my lifetime would be limited to the old adage that when seeing a beautiful girl, it would always be a case of ‘you can look but you cannot touch’. So, I decided that I would go for it and that no harm could become of it, the worst scenario being that I would waste £150 and that would be that. Little did I realise that it was the start of spending close to £30,000 on my new hobby. I don’t begrudge a penny of it and if I had my time again, I would do exactly the same thing again for sure.
I then had the pleasure of checking out all the escort websites to choose my conquest for the coming weekend. I must point out that the one thing that niggled away at my brain was the actual legality of seeing an escort and the consequences if I were ‘caught’ in the act. Not only being in trouble with the police but also the implications on my family and professional life. Yes, I admit that I was in a long-term relationship with my girlfriend who I loved dearly but what the eye doesn’t see, the heart won’t grieve. Well, that was my recipe for peace of mind, but in reality I was being a dirty old git cheating on my partner. With regards the police, bare in mind, this was 15 years ago and the law was at best, ambiguous to say the least.
I chose the young lady that I would like to see and snuck off to the nearest public telephone box to ensure that no dodgy numbers appeared on my phone bill, and proceeded to make my booking. I decide that I would go on a Saturday evening after going to football. This was potentially going to be a massively ‘fun’ day. If my football team won and the Asian escorts experience went well it had all the makings of a great day. Just for the record, my team won, so we were half-way there to the perfect day.
My first time
The escort was based in Earls Court and as I recall her name was May. I located the exact place so that I would not be late and then made my way to the the local hostelry for a few pints to give me the courage to go through with my first punt. I also popped a Viagra to make sure that whatever happened and no matter how nervous I was, at least it would not affect my blood rushing to the fight place. Incidentally, I have never since that day visited an escort and not taken a Viagra. It makes sense that if you are spending that kind of money to visit an escort, the last thing you want to be worrying about is whether or not you can get a stiffy. As all us blokes know only too well, too much alcohol, tiredness and a myriad of other reasons can lead to the embarrassment of a flacid dick. Not worth the risk. You can buy decent Viagra on the internet for a couple of quid each and in my experience, are effective for up to 12 hours.
Even after three pints of fairly strong lager, my courage was rapidly disappearing and all the sensible reasons not to go through with this rediculous idea flooded through my mind and I very nearly chickened out but something deep inside me urged me to stop being such a pussy and go through with it. So go through with it, I did. My first escorts Asian experience!!! I nervously made my way to my escort’s address and the mere thought of what lay ahead immediately teamed up with the Viagra to cause a stirring in my loins. I was getting a hard-on!!! Rang the bell, no going back now. A sweet and sexy little Asian voice voice asked who I was. I said it is Mike to see May and the door clicked open. I walked inside and it was pitch black so there was no way I could see the numbers on the doors. My initial thought was, ‘Oh shit, this is the set-up I had feared during the more lucid times of my thought processing’. That’s it, I’m off. This whole idea was a ridiculous notion. What on earth was I up to?!!! In that split nanosecond before I was about to leg it out of the building, the hall lights came on and I was able to see the door numbers. All-change again. The alcohol streaming through my veins and affecting the part of the brain which dictates making sensible and rational decisions clashed with my opposite thought processes and I knocked on the door. This is it. No turning back now!!!
The door opened and my jaw dropped like it’s never dropped before. Stood in front of me was this pretty little Asian girl dressed in bra and panties, stockings and suspenders and high heels. Well, you could have knocked me over with the proverbial feather. That vision would stay we me for ever and if nothing else, it would fuel at least a thousand wanks from hereonin. Heavens to murgatroid, my £150 had already been well-spent. Whatever else followed would be an almighty bonus. Her panties were quite a tight fit and I could see a slight bulge where her enlarged labia (obviously enlarged at the thought of having her wicked way with the Adonis of a man presented to her in her hallway . . . yeah right!!!) were quite clearly visible. My lovely little escort then took me by the hand and led me through to the bedroom. My God, physical contact. This isn’t a dream. It’s actually occurring. To whoever is reading this (if I haven’t bored you to death already) can be forgiven for thinking that I am going over the top with my description of proceedings, but you have to realise I was in my mid-fourties and that this was a situation that I had never in my wildest dreams imagined would ever actually turn into a the real thing.
We sat on the bed making random and inane conversation but all the time I was drinking in every square inch of her nubile young body and can’t for the life of me remember a word of what we were talking about. She then sat cross-legged on the bed and her panties moved very slightly to reveal the start of one of her piss flaps. F*****g hell!!! She then insisted on cutting my finger nails which of course I did not object to. Before she started my manicure she had got me a beer and stripped me down to my underpants. I was in heaven and I still did not know how far proceedings would go so my feelings were a mixture of elation and trepidation in case this was as good as it was going to get.
Best, most fun bath I ever had!!!
Next, she led me to the bathroom, totally stripped off what little she had on and proceeded to dunk me into a bubble bath which she had been preparing in the background. At this point I was beyond excited and could not keep my hands off her and she didn’t object. I remember thinking that if this as far as it goes then I will settle for this as my first Asian escort experience. After our bath together, we went back to the bedroom and lied on the bed and she tried to push my head down to her pussy area but I recoiled slightly because I was still of the old school of thought that if I did lick her pussy I would get some dreadful, life-threatening disease. Anyway, condom on and finished in a nano second. For the rest of the week I regretted not licking her pussy, but I didn’t beat myself up too badly as I was, after all, a newbee to all this. My next recollection was of me standing on the platform at Earls Court station revelling in a kind of cathartic wonderment knowing that this was going to be the start of something new and big in my life. It was akin to what I imagine it must be like the first time you take heroin. I felt so warm and wonderful inside and had a feeling of elation that I had not had for many a year. It was for sure a turning point in my life. Here was I, a mid-forties, ordinary guy and for a measely £150 I had just experienced what millions of blokes dream about but never experience for whatever reason. I had stumbled upon my new destiny!!! . . . I decided there and then that escorts and escorting, particularly Asian ones in London, were going to be my new lifestyle choice and couldn’t wait to get home and sneak a look on my computer and plan my conquest for the next weekend.
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