Just like so many men since time immortal, years ago I found my way into many houses of ill-repute (why they are called that?, I need to know now.).
I did this to enjoy some brief intimacy with those wonderful women who offer their bodies up to the male sex-drive in return for money.
I generally got around to visiting these places for a half an hour, three-quarters of an hour and even booked once for an hour and a half.
They were all amazing battle-hardened women although some just had dollar signs in their eyes which in hindsight thinking about this time in my life, I completely understand.
A couple I would have definitely gone back for, one in particular, a young woman in Richmond whom I had a half an hour booking with was wonderful. I contend that we got as close to making love as a sex-worker and her client possibly could.
Another young lady from a brothel in Seaford was entirely the opposite and from the first minute of entering the room after I had showered and rinsed my mouth started with the rules according to her.
I remember putting my clothes back on and cutting that session short as clearly her head couldnt get into the zone you need to be in to do this line of work.
I am updating this original post in August 2021 as written 10 years ago.
It needed it and whilst I have updated it around the edges previously, it was nothing to be proud of and I am glad I chose to give it a full makeover.
I was in a bad place back then and I completely understand why Incels have become a thing.
Its largely to do with education and the way we treat women and whilst things are changing, much more needs to be done.
Anyway, I will finish this post by saying that if you are in a bad place drop me a line.
I made it through the minefield via the longest route and I understand how men feel about sexuality & rejection.
Reach out if you need to.
We go on…