The Morality of Escorting
The Morality of escorting – Sent in by Dean from St Albans
Hi guys. I have been involved in punting for many years now. I dread to think how much I have spent on this most fulfilling of pasttimes but I can honestly say it has been money well-spent. Yes, I’m sure many of you will say there are more virtuous and wholesome hobbies to engage in. Well, that may or may not be the case. This is purely my opinion and you can take it or leave it!!!
I have been mainly involved with London Asian escorts and have made many trips to Thailand and Cambodia to sample the local cuisine in it’s native state. I have recently decided that I would like to broaden my horizons and become a little more eclectic with my chosen escorts. I am hoping to travel to Brazil soon as I believe there is quite a lively escorts scene in Rio de Janeiro. I think this will be quite a safe and accessible first incursion into a different sphere of escortng although I will of course do my homework thoroughly before I go. I obviously understand the scene inside out and back-to-front. I also realise that you can research as much as you like, but until you actually visit a new stomping ground, you will only then learn the other 99% about it’s true suitability to one’s liking.
I will get around to talking about the ‘morality of escorting/prostitution’ but it’s always nice to have a little ramble and talk about day-to-day observances that occur within the realms of our punting spheres. In Thailand they have a saying that says ‘som nom na’ which translates to ‘serves you right’. I have been, as I have already said, been looking for a really exotic and exciting place to go. For some reason I became attracted to Addis Ababa, which I’m sure you all know is the capital of Ethiopia. I got through to a Google link entitled Ethiopia prostitutes. I clicked on the link and all I got was a computer virus and had to have my laptop totally cleared. I think I was being well and truely som nom na’d for my curiosity!!!
The Ethiopian scene
I would like to go somewhere that is totally distanced, geographically and cultural, and I am thinking that nowhere could be more further removed from the London escorts scene than a country in deepest, darkest Africa. I doubt very much if any of you have visited Addis Ababa but on the off-chance it would be interesting to hear from you. I think if I go there I will only go for seven or eight days and I will book myself into a very nice hotel which will presumably and hopefully offer a considerable sanctity of safety. I must admit that the only place in the world that I would not feel totally safe travelling would be in the majority of the black African states but for me that constitutes the basic allure of the idea. I think the way I would play it, apart of course from getting as much information from the internet as possible befoe I go, is to venture out of my posh hotel 100 yards at a time and hopefully gradually work my way into the seedier parts of the city to experience and feel the real atmosphere of such a mysterious place.
As for hooking up with an escort, well, that would be an amazing accomplishment even for an experienced, worldy-wise punter such as myself. I’m not sure of how the law stands there with regards punting but I certainly don’t want to end up in what could only be described as the hell hole of an Ethiopian prison. We have all seen the TV show ‘Banged Up Abroad’ but even compared to the worst prisons depicted on that show, I’m sure an Ethiopian prison experience would be in a different league, especially being of white ethnic origin. The mind boggles!!! Still, hopefully it won’t end up with me appearing on one of the late night documentary channels giving my account of an Ethiopian jail. I will have to do some very in-depth research before I decide to plunge into what must surely be the antithesis of the London escorts circuit.
My time in South Africa
I did live in South Africa for four years back in the eighties and there were quite a few hotels and bars that you could go to and pick up a nice black girl. Whilst living there I visited Swaziland with my friends and their wives. My wife was holidaying in England at the time so I had quite a free rein. When my friends and I managed to shake off the female contingent we found a disco called the ‘Who’d Have Thought It’. It was full of gorgeous young black girls and there were many portly white South African farmer types in there with a pretty young black girl sat on each knee. We picked up some lovely little black girls and they took us back to their place and we had a fantastic time. All of us except for one of my mates got back to the hotel wiht various excuses of where we had been. My one mate that did not come back with us was found asleep in a rose garden outside the hotel by his wife at around 8am. My dishevelled mate managed to blag his way out of it but my God, what a night and experience that night was!!! As opposed to Ethiopia, Swaziland was a very white-friendly place I might add.
In another incident which took place in Johannesburg where I lived, I had a particularly frightening experience. I picked up a black girl and we got into my car to drive off to my place for some innocent fun. About two minutes after we got into my car, there was a loud banging on the roof. It was the dreaded South African Police who were dressed in plain clothes and obviously on the lookout for misbehaving immigrants such as myself. Myself and the girl got out of the car and whilst one of these charming gentleman kicked the living shit out of my black friend, I was held up against a shopfront window with a truncheon to my throat and lectured about the Soweto riots in which many a white cop was killed and numerous other historical notations of how terrible the white police had been treated by the black population. I was allowed to get back in my car, minus the black girl and let off with a warning. I drove home feeling quite relieved that the consequences were not more far-reaching.
I firmly believe that all the countries, cultures and societies of the world have varying degrees of acceptance when it comes to paying for sex, but when you peel back the layers, there will always be a way to acquire the services of an escort of some descripton. I would imagine that the general benchmark would be the London escorts scene. After that, there must be a myriad of different ways to get laid if you have money, in every part of the world. I would dearly love to explore some of these places and I think Ethiopia may well be my starting point and I will promise (if there is an internet connection) to keep you all updated on a daily basis as to what happens. A bit like when one of my fellow contributing writers on this site, Mike, did when he wrote a daily diary on his recent visit to Bangkok.
The other place I have in mind to visit is Rio de Janeiro but I think that would merit a two/three week visit and would be more in the guise of a genuine shagging holiday, as opposed to risking life and limb in my quest for excitement and getting feathers in my cap for experiencing escorts in far flung, unchartered escorting territories. The London escorts scene is ok, but after about ten years exploring every nook and cranny of it, a change of scenery definitely beckons. Whether or not I pluck up the courage to visit Ethiopia is another thing, but usually when I get an idea of creative wunderlust in my cranium, I usually go through with it so watch this space.
Brave New World
I know that other writing contributors have touched briefly on the morality of escorting or prostitution. Lets be honest, escorting is merely a euphemism for prostitution. Prostitution does sound like quite a harsh word to describe what we naughty punters get up to in our spare time.
I don’t know if any of you guys have ever read Aldous Huxley’s novel – Brave New World – but in it he attempts to depict what times will be like in the not-too-distant future with regards sexual attitudes and liberalisation. The characters are set in quite normal situations like offices and other business scenarios where it is quite acceptable to say to one of your colleagues if they would like to have sex with you in the evening or even in their lunchbreaks. The recipient of the request would either accept or decline politely as if it were as innocuous as asking if they wanted a cup of tea or coffee!! The London Asian escorts situation hasn’t quite got to this stage in the freeing-up of sexual morality as of yet, but it is making minor incursions into venturing down this route.
We can now, thanks to Asian escorts or indeed escorts from other nationalities, just pick up the phone and arrange to see an incredibly pretty young girl without too much of a fuss. The prostitution scene as it was 15 or 20 years ago, conjured up a vision of seedy little bedsits with some old slapper with bright red lipstick and black fishnet stockings. Now of course it is quite different. We are lucky enough that escorting has raised the bar considerably. I think that the best thing about Asian girls is that they genuinely aim to please (well, most of the time any way) and an even better aspect of their service is that they genuinely enjoy being with the slightly more mature gentleman, such as myself!!! A lot of them tell me it is a lot easier to keep us older guys happy and content as opposed to young handsome bucks who tend to be a bit of a handful.
Cast your mind back ten or so years ago and look at dating agencies. Do you remember the stigma of shame and low self-esteem heaped upon any poor bugger who had to resort to such organisations to let’s be fair, getting one’s leg-over. Now, I would estimate that 90% of all relationships start (and end) via internet dating websites. Nowadays we just don’t seem to have the time to go through the prolonged process of trying to chat up a girl. Dating websites are good inasmuch as that when you eventually get to meet the girl, you have ascertained that you have at least enough in common to have a fighting chance of succeeding.
I think that escorting has progressed in parallel with the dating agency scene and has developed to where it is today within much the same time scale. With London Asian escorts you can sit in the comfort of your own home (careful the missus don’t catch you!!!) and spend hours studying the girls photos and profiles and most importantly, their reviews, before you finally decide and take the plunge and book your chosen escort for what is normally a fantastic way of passing an hour or two away in the company of a beautiful young lady. I draw this comparison having traversed both of these interesting modern social methods of achieving what we surely all consider is one of the strongest urges known to us blokes – enjoying sex. Ok, we all enjoy having sex with our wives and girlfriends but be honest, it does get a bit boring at times. Touching on reviews, the best place to read honest reviews (not false ones that are posted by the girls themselves and some unscrupulous Asian escorts agencies) is Punternet.com. The reviews on this website are carefully filtered and are 99% true and honest.
So to finish off, the point I have tried to make regarding the morality of escorting/prostitution is that times change and if you don’t embrace change in all walks of life, you will get left out and miss all the fun!!!
Just an afterthought – I wonder how many relationships have in fact been saved by the very existence of escorts!!! And Viagra for that matter!!! I will catch-up with you all again soon regarding my worldwide search for some exciting escorting experiences.
Thanks for reading.
Dean . . . .