I started late, around 15 years ago on a lads holiday.
Had no idea about punting, done pretty well with civvies.
Walked, pissed up into a club that we'd been recommended, pulled back a red velvet curtain to be met by a big empty room, a bar and barman. We bought drinks and the music started up, some more customers came in and within ten minutes a bevy of very young, very gorgeous girls entered, wearing heels and g-strings. Two girls approached me, one either side, said something along the lines of "you want a good time?" I went with them to a sofa at the back of the room, bought drinks at some extortionate cost, they sat either side of me rubbing my cock through my jeans and generally kissing and groping for about 30 minutes.
They then led me into a room at the back of the club, a big room with a huge bed, mirrors and a TV playing porn, we stripped, they produced a bucket of water and a flannel, washed my cock and balls and we started a bout of sucking and fucking. 20 minutes in there is a knock on the door as I'm balls deep in one and finger deep in the other snogging her and in walks a fucking waiter with a bottle of champagne which I have to pay for immediately, in cash, so I disengage and fumble in my trouser pocket with a condom on my throbbing cock and fingers smothered in pussy juice. The cunt then took forever to open the bottle and pour the drinks, all with a straight face. He eventually left, I finished the job and was smitten by the thrill and adventure of buying sex.
Been addicted ever since, outcalls to hotels on business trips, incalls at good, bad and downright ugly flats, parties in grand West End mansions, foreign trips filled with shenanigans, takeaways from strip clubs, fucking in strip clubs, saunas, brothels and massage places, getting emotionally involved a few times, hating myself a few times, loving it most of the time, hundreds of girls, thousands of pounds and lots and lots of memories.
Would I change a thing, would I fuck.