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Rather than describing the anticipation of the event, only to have said event disappear in the chaos of everyday life, I thought describing the event after it took place would be safer this time.
Although a Londoner by birth I rarely visit the city centre and have not indulged my hobby there save for a party event; however the variety of girls in London include possibilities that don't exist elsewhere, so when I got a chance to explore I decided to do so. I have never been with an asian working girl having missed out once or twice in the past, and decided I would try my luck through one of the many agencies that offer them. Normally I wouldn't use an agency but there's little option in this situation where communication could fall down. Also the agencies offer comprehensive photo portfolios and descriptions so you should be able to pick with reasonable confidence. There is always a gap between what the agency says and what the girl delivers but it was likely to be quite small I thought.
So to the main problem - who to pick. I think I stopped my list at 40, having been through most of the agencies. Of course many girls appeared in many agencies lists, the record being 7 I think, all different names. And the feedback - many of the agencies are banned from Punternet though how anybody knows who is behind an individual agency to know whether just to ban the one girl's reports or blacklist the agency is beyond me. Anyway, given this pool of top totty, the average is about 1 report per girl, not a lot to go on, and the agencies site feedbacks, though more extensive, are difficult to weigh up.
So I was back to instinct almost. Being photographed is something that beautiful women can enjoy, so looking for clues there I found some more interesting ones, and combined with the feedback my list had shrunk to about 12, not too bad. Who to ring first - pin in the pad, try 1 - girl on holiday, sorry. Try 2, girl booked. Try 3, success.
So there I was with a very attractive Thai girl just as pictured, with poor English, very charming, just what I wanted - not western, natural (half of the gallery have boob jobs which I have nothing against but in this case..) getting the customs of the girl, not what I am used to. Shoes removed, cock washed before sex, giggles about the size of said cock, no kissing or eye contact, unbelievably different ways of communicating physical pleasure, and an untutored massage better than any physio I have ever had.
Across the cultural and language gulf I felt a rare affinity for this girl. Almost certainly this punt was a one-off but one that has added greatly to my life experience and as a punter.
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Added on: 04/22/06 07:47
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I hate my clients. They interfere with my punting programme at every turn. Not for them the simple misunderstanding, oh I thought you said Wednesday the 27th not the 20th kind of crap, just a good old plain we thought you wouldn't mind travelling on a Sunday and we want to start the meeting at 9 kind of stuff that really means we don't give a shit about your plans (there were other non punting issues involved), we will unreasonably change ours and you have to fall into line.
Bottom line = no punt. Since punting is my sex life more or less, I shall be forced to wait probably another 2 weeks or take matters into my own hands.
The other side is that, sometimes if its a girl you havn't seen before, one might simply say oh well another time, but I have been trying to see this one since our last meeting in May of last year. Having no consistency in my travels means I don't pass doors that frequently, but in this case I was desperate to do so, and here's why.
On a warm Saturday last May I and this particular girl spent two hours in that place that isn't rampant all-out screwing and isn't lovemaking between partners but a third place with some of the features of both, where at the end you are looking at each other and a certain unspoken feeling is there. I get up to go, at the bottom of the stairs we engage for one last long kiss and suddenly I'm hard again and being led back up the stairs by the tackle for another round, way over time, exhausting but exhilarating. No way can that be repeated but I wanted to go just for attempt, now sadly denied.
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Added on: 04/04/06 14:19
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Will my ego be affected, unlikely.
Trying to organise a nice time for myself to fit in with my travel plans, for next Monday week. Being a good boy and doing the requests one at a time by email, three straight rejections so far; holidays, school holidays, and holidays. How hard the ladies work!!
I may even be forced to visit a parlour, that would be a rarity.
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Added on: 03/31/06 06:49
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As long as you eat at home, so used to say a mate of mine, except that his wife left him.
Browsing through the usual sites this morning I came across a lady's website that I had missed before. Someone has done a particularly good job producing a set of pics that are more revealing than website pics usually are but I found them extremely sexy to say the least (unable to walk there for a while).
Some lady is in for a visit, just hope the reality exceeds the promise.....
Horny Panda......grrrrr........
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Added on: 03/28/06 06:32
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Or sallying forth as they used to say in old naval manuals.
Basically you are out and about with an opportunity to punt. Did you do your homework properly?
Clients can be difficult. Knowing I would have most of the middle of Tuesday free if my own client was co-operative I tried to get a confirmed appointment time that I could plan around, but no. In the end I had an hour long meeting and by 10.30 I was parked up in a layby contemplating my cross country journey and possible routes, and a list of names and numbers - easier than opening my steam driven laptop while on the run. Now its a well-known fact, well its well-known to me at any rate, that if you want a daytime meeting or more promptly a lunchtime meeting your chances of getting a booking if you ring after 10.30 are very low as the girl will probably already be with a client. Then you will be relying on catching her in a break. I would guess most girls scan the list of received calls for numbers of regulars and that's about it unless they have no booking for later in the day. Anyway, any number that diverts is dead as far as I'm concerned, and the first three or four are like that. Then I get through, but the lady that answers is not the nominal phone owner. A conversation then follows when it transpires this lady answers the phone for half the working girls in Bristol, some of whom are on my list. This is slightly off-putting as independent escort means just that to me. When I enquire about a two hour appointment, I am turned down on the illogical grounds that the girls only take half hour appointments in the daytime. What? Why would a girl take a couple of half hours in preference to 2 hours with me?? I am slighted, don't you know I am the famous legend in his own lunchbox, the only one eyed panda in the whole of the punting universe, and whats worse you are missing out my wonderful oral skills. Bothered? I don't think so, next call. Here some might say panda makes a mistake. I am told I am just too late for the booking time I asked for; but a doubtful booker is ringing to confirm or probably cancel his appointment. Do I hold off further calls and wait, no I ask the girl to call me back if the guy cancels. By the time she does that I have made another call and organised a punt. That doesn't happen too often. Trouble is, most girls don't call you back and put you out of your misery, this was the first time for me in years a girl called me back, so the only consolation for her is she's been promoted to the top of my to do list. Trouble is it may be months before I make that call. Bird in the hand syndrome I think.
Anyhow I get a very nice punt for my trouble and was as they say 'Well satisfied'. Great fun, going out with a list and no idea who I will see, or where, or when.
Some of you might wonder who get's rung up first on a list. Basically I am a terrible writer as the PC is almost my only communication vehicle, and I am often unable to read with any certainty the numbers I have written. Apart from that, I will try the ones I really fancy, which is probably only 3 or 4 out of 20 or 30 from field reports and website details, cheapest first, then the remaining numbers randomly, or according to most convenient location on the road.
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Added on: 03/16/06 06:49
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I was going to blog this morning about getting ready to go out for a punt. Shaving carefully, etc, removing debris from ones nether regions, clipping the nasal hairs, all the usual stuff. However i didn't have time as I was too busy removing the said nasal hair.
I havn't had a really excellent punt in the UK for a while but today was the day, it kind of restores your faith in the wg population generally. Mind you it wasn't without its moments. I suppose you could say booking someone for 2 hrs can be risky if you don't get on but when you do its a real pleasure.
Something I also admire is professionalism from a wg. A career wg is a completely different animal to a girl in it for a bit of money and gone in 6 months. Professionalism is easy conversation, gentle transition from opening chat to more intimate stuff, knowing that a massage is a good idea anyway even if its very light, and knowing your way fearlessly around the male bod. Great stuff.
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Added on: 03/06/06 09:47
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One side effect of so many encounters with the working ladies of the world is that one becomes an expert at spotting boob jobs, even when the person concerned is not a working girl, just any woman in the street. I should add hastily that I do not have a breast fixation and am occasionally capable of looking at a woman's face first. However I do go in for observational sport, and sitting in chain hotels reading the paper, doing the kakuro puzzle in the Grauniad or something, provides cover for the spot the wg game. Spot the boob job became prime sport on a recent trip to Johannesburg, where obviously the white ladies have so much disposable income a boob job is on the agenda. I indulged myself twice on the trip, and both times the ladies turned out with firmer rounder things than nature normally provides, not that I complained in any way. A successful op seems to help the ladies' self confidence, and whatever my feelings about the necessity or wisdom of the procedure, self confidence is a big plus for the ladies. When I broached the subject with the first of my encounters, saying that boob jobs seemed very popular she informed me that very few of her friends had only what nature gave them. When I got the bra off the second one I would have been giggling.
Apparently south african surgeons do a very good job at a reasonable rate, day procedure mostly. I don't know about the effects of altitude as Joburg is at 6000 feet or so. What I do know is that in their summer clothes, there were a lot of extremely pert well rounded things about with not much covering them. What fun in the middle of winter, and it did wonders for my appetite as girl no 2 discovered. I'm back to normal by the way, wicked willie is behaving himself again.
I an help anyone needing a rec if visiting the area btw.
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Added on: 03/04/06 15:20
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I have made a rule that I won't see a girl on spec, that is I'm feeling horny in some part of the country I don't know and pop into a parlour or answer an ad in the sport.
In order to see a specific girl therefore, it may be necessary to organise something in advance, as many girls aren't available on the day if you all on the off chance. With my travel programme and uncertain email access this can mean asking for a date 3/4 weeks ahead sometimes.
Things came to grief last week. I had organised a punt, and because the girl in question was travelling to see me, I booked a hotel specifically to suit her travel, ie opposite the station. Not the best place but it was OK, another story there. Anyway, looking forward to the punt, fly up, arrive at client, call so and so please. Call - we need you in Brussels. Silence. I've got a job to do here. No we need you for a meeting, we've rearranged it, sorry we didn't tell you. Your flights are booked by the way, you'd better leg it to the airport. Exit to crapper, hurried text message sent to lady. More argument, all futile, second text message, grovelling apology. What could I do? I hate breaking this kind of appointment. So no sex for me - by the time the trip had unwound there wasn't even time for the unplanned visits I hate.
This is not the first time, so I guess I'm going to return to the lottery of on-the-day bookings.
Sorry Jane!
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Added on: 03/04/06 03:01
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The human body, and especially the male tackle, is strange and unpredictable.
When I decided to revive my sex life through punting, I had no particular idea what was going to happen - I had had very little sex during the previous 2 or 3 years and at first I could barely raise a stiffie. A far cry from the very capable younger man, so would any of the younger man's aptitudes reappear or not?
Well fortunately most of them, over a period of time, did, to my great satisfaction. Visiting a few girls regularly to build up confidence, then branching out with the more raunchy ones, longer and longer appointmenst, 2 girls at once, parties, even a bit of escorting myself.
Then came the winter of 2005. I had my last punt of the year on 30th November, and my first of 2006 on 17th January. In between my tackle had gone completely walkabout in sessions with my partner, so my time of reaching a climax had gone down from when I like to oh my god what's going on in 30 seconds. At least when punting I can repeat, quite normally, but it was very alarming to apparently lose one's carefully built up capabilities in six weeks. It's not that I'm wishing to be some kind of supercharged lover its the sudden change that's so odd. Anyway, I was back with one of the regular girls this week and managed a few minutes in doggie on round one and a very nice controlled climax after a good time on round two, so I guess I'm on the mend.
The other odd thing is the way that the equipment feels after a very quick climax and prolonged intercourse. Not only does the quick climax fade very quickly but the after sensation is not very nice, whereas after a good session a general feeling of wellbeing can persist for a good 24 hours. As some of these things are purely confidence I'm hoping I can resume normal service after a few more punts.
In between was a session with a girl who, apart from being really nice, I specially fancy for some reason known only to my hormones. Result very similar to being with my partner, although I did enjoy the time. Strange indeed.
Travelling now for a few weeks, hopefully some interesting things to report on when I return.
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Added on: 02/09/06 15:41
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I put a field report up about one of my encounters. The subject of girls claiming to be a certain shape or measurement and then being something else entirely is a perennial issue for the punter. While I have never been very physique conscious in the sense of having a strong preference I prefer to know what I am going to get. The reason for not having a strong preference is that the primary site of sexuality is the mind not some particular body part, and fixation on girls of a particular physique allows guys to miss some very nice experiences. So 3 weeks ago i found myself with a lady for whom the word rubenesque was probably invented, but she had a sex drive and an interest in fellatio to match, so to complain about over-ample hips would be entirely inappropriate. Some guys would though, and would never find the very sexy woman waiting to be unleashed. My only regret was that the lady had an early start the next morning which curtailed our activities a bit - not inside the agreed time but she indicated she had wanted another round which was a nice complement to me.
I suppose the girls fear lack of interest if they state their true size but I can't understand why - the guys know the score and are simply cynical about descriptions.
Which brings me neatly onto the subject of another girl in Kent, also a part-timer and candidate for the best kisser in Britain. She could be the only girl in the UK who isn't telling a single porkie, not about her age, physique, service, or anything. But I can't name her as she doesn't want Field reports or publicity. So there is one, but there are always rules for every exception.
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Added on: 02/07/06 07:01
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Nothing to blog about over Christmas, a sex free zone for me. Now I'm back travelling again its time to let my hair down. I still have hair to let down as well.
Belgium is interesting if only for the beer and the sex. While I have to say, the average Belgian/Dutch girl is not the world's best looking, for a guy looking for action there is at least plenty of choice, probably more than in the UK, and prices are typically lower unless you are foolish enough to call a Brussels based agency.
Being a small country Belgians can get home at night wherever they are, so having fun while staying away is less of an option, and as a result there aren't all that many outcall only, pure escorts. Most have a house where they can see you, often the girls share them. This means most of the availability is daytime but if you contact a girl in advance she will see you in the evening without any problems, or may come to visit you in a hotel.
In the four years I have been travelling there I have only seen three girls. This is not because I'm boring but because I have been very lucky to find excellent girls on each 'pick' and have been more than happy to go back. It's also convenient when the girls speak English, though many do its a strain if they're not really comfortable.
However, I have had just had to pick number four as one girl has disappeared - she worked in a house, similar to a parlour but run as a co-op - and the other two are ski-ing I believe, though not I imagine in Belgium.
So how do you find them? That's probably a subject for elsewhere, but its certainly a laborious process if as I do you want great encounters with the lottery element reduced as far as possible. How do you read an escort review in Dutch? Just translate one using babelfish except that....oh well.
So apart from arranging a 121 I have also arranged to go to a party. I have to confess I'm not 100% comfortable in group stuff but I thought what the hell, lets see how they do it in Belgium. When I know the answer I'll write about it.
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Added on: 01/13/06 05:01
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Following a disastrous first dip into the party world about 18 months ago, a postponed appointment gave me the opportunity to have another try, something i'd been considering for some time. This was a less commercial effort than previously, via a website, and after a quick phone call and a short drive found myself with just four other guys and 2 girls and the action already starting.
Last time I struggled to get into the action but maybe it was just bad luck, as after only a few minutes I found myself rubbered up and servicing one of the ladies while she administered oral in turn to all the other guys. Its funny but when a woman has action at both ends, what does she concentrate on? You may say women can multi-task but while she was servcing the guys orally in turn, despite my best efforts I'm not even sure she knew i was there. However I kept going and after the last guy had given up his load things changed and she really got in to it. the look on her face when she turned round was 'Oh, are you still there' as if surprised a guy could last while she gave four blowjobs.
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Added on: 12/12/05 11:57
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Having built myself up to peaks of anticipation recently it is galling to report how reality intervened to ruin the moment.
Of the two girls I had booked to see in December, the first deals with her clientele mainly by text message. Anyway, I got to see her and the punt started well, but after the first round I felt something was amiss - it turned out she was winding the punt down, believing I had booked for only an hour when I wanted two. Worst of all her timetable for the day didn't allow us to extend this particular meeting.
There really isn't anythihg worse than a curtailed punt. You are at cross purposes with the girl over the timing of events, what you are going to do, and everything. If I know in advance I have an hour I will try and ensure I get two pops in but over my 2hr pace there isn't time to recover for round 2, so I am short 1 service and also get to pay more prorata. However I know this particular girl will really make it up to me the next time so I have to think about that.
My second punt which would have been next week I have had to cancel as I won't be making the business trip associated with it. For those of us in itinerant employment, somewhat similar to a wg in fact, there is little worse than a client ringing up at the last minute to cancel a programme of work, especially when the grounds are spurious. I then have to contact the girl and cancel, and she was extremely gracious about it - I must remember to take some chocolates next time I see her. Of course, she may well get another booking, I will not as week or 2-week programmes take more time to organise. Cue general grinding of teeth and contemplation of hand relief.
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Added on: 12/08/05 06:56
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Sometimes you just can't get the girl you want, when you want her. She may be too popular, too busy, can't be arsed, on holiday, blah blah. This week however I got two ticks in the box, one for each of the next two weeks, so that's me sorted up to xmas, smiling all the way.
Anticipation is half the fun. For the girl this must be nearly irrelevant, I'm sure neither of them has anything approaching the hots for me, but I rate both girls very highly. As a result I will have indecent daydreams every day until the second one is finished.
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Added on: 11/29/05 14:05
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Shopping and a car service today afforded some cover to drop in on one of the local girls in my hometown - the kind that advertise in the Sport and have been doing so since the first day it was published. After threatening to bite the end of a certain part of me for failing to visit this lady in about 6 months, she switched to complaining about how few decent servicings she had had recently, all the guys asking for blowjobs. At that point I decided it was safe to undo my trousers to start a blissful hour of f+s. These girls always have funny stories to tell, as the flat based ones always get plenty of fetish clients. Her next appointment was going to be a guy who had to be spanked with traditional plimsoll - no sex, he would usually masturbate during the spanking though. So now we know why us guys who go for proper sex are made very welcome by these ladies. At the end she thanked me for servicing her as she felt set up for the day.
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Added on: 11/22/05 06:58
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Not the most interesting country, but Belgians have a sex life too and probably quite a full one. Paid sex is quite easy to obtain and not seen as particularly unusual.
I have seen escorts before but on a recent trip I branched out slightly. I was seeing Joyce, a girl I have seen before, but this time my hotel wasn't that convenient so i booked a love motel. Think of these as being like brothels but without house girls; you book a room, via a key-vending machine at night, and for ‚¬40 you get a very nice room with a double bed, ensuite, mirrors everywhere. All you need is a woman, but no doubt couples having affairs, or just spicing things up a bit, use them as well. I was using 'Happy Days' in Wevelgem near Kortrijk. Joyce lists others on her website, joyce-escort.be
As for the lady herself she is tall with a lovely slim figure. She was dressed casually in jeans with a belt that pulled in her slim waist, and looked very sexy. She was certainly up for some action and gave amongst other things a classic demonstration of how to do the cowgirl position. For me it felt similar to receiving deepthroat - she slid up and down for ages, using the full length but never losing contact until we changed positions. Great stuff.
The other thing I found out on the trip was that Wevelgem itself, a small village, has a main street with about 40 massage places on it, some discreet, some brightly lit. No doubt there is a cheaper service to be had than Joyce, OK for a quickie for the adventurous. I might give it a go next trip.
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Added on: 11/21/05 08:15
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