Early 90's in the Southend RLD, fucking freezing. Vaguely remember a few trips there with only old munters working. Finally saw a decent looking street girl, mid 20's, blonde, really slutty looking. Heart was pounding as I picked her up and went to a car park to do the deed. Wank, BJ and then very awkward sex on the passenger seat of my crappy car - so basic the seat didn't even recline. Think she called herself Colette, Carmel, or something like that.
Reading that my heart skipped a beat. The adrenaline vulnerability and sordid lust of a hot mid 20s blonde English street girl in the 90s, before internet made them so stuck up. How i long and yearn for those days now. I almost want to cry.
I don’t know how to link to my previous post, but wrote about this last month, here;
“1995. 25 years bloody hell. I was actually 15 but told the woman I was 17 & she agreed with some hesitation. Russian or Kazakh / Uzbek woman.
The next time wasn’t a punt ie no sexual contact but in 2003 I picked up a street girl in Bournemouth. She said she was 19 and I was 22 - but when I got close she was probably younger. She was stunning, a 9/10 and innocent but youth was on her side. If she wasn’t on the street and was older I would’ve asked her out. The kind of girl you would marry in a heartbeat. Not a druggie clean veins and lovely, she said it was her first time on the street 5 min before we met and she had never had a client before. I didn’t believe her at first but we talked all night in my car from midnight to sunrise - no money exchanged even though she offered for free I couldn’t bring myself to touch her as it would invalidate my point. I even wrote her a really emotional letter to try to convince her not to start doing it. it feels like yesterday I cannot believe it was 16 years ago.
My 2nd punt ever I was 25 in 2006 Manchester. My gf had cheated on me with a stranger and I came out of my longest ever relationship 3 months prior. I watched Rocco anal porn every day, lived in total isolation (had never been to Manchester before but moved there to get away), and started drinking 4 beers a night just to get to sleep... anyway I saw a hot Scottish street walker, skinny uni student exactly my type. I fucked her in the ass, taught her how to gape, did a lot of ass to mouth, and I angled my thrusts so the gape got bigger and bigger until gape was the size of a peach 🍑 , then came on her face and tongue (told her how to stick out her tongue), used my fingers to wipe all the cum into her mouth & got her to swallow.
Suddenly, for £10 I was Rocco Siffredi. I paid her £10. Cheaper than a take away pizza or a few liters of Petrol. With my x girlfriend in years we did that once - anal hurt her too much - it was pleasures of the flesh, largely irrelevant, but suddenly my Rocco porn fantasies became reality.
Some of my cum had gone into her eye and it was red. It kind of turned me on more, I had seen Rocco do it deliberately, but also had a post cum guilt pang. After she cleaned up I made her some tea (it was cold out), and my bedsit was absolutely freezing so I gave her the blanket. We hugged for warmth - and then after silence I said “you shouldn’t be in this place”, and she burst into tears. It was real weeping, and I could not console her. I never saw her again.
Aft going from feeling nothing for the three months prior, to a sudden emotional endorphin rollercoaster. Suddenly, I could feel again. Like Rocco, on top of the world. And I felt her pain sorrow and loss. Heroin and crack addicts get same dopamine receptor response that non addicts get when they have sex. The girl didn’t do gear, she was not an addict - but I realized I was.
I went back to the RLD and did it again the next day, and the next. No one else beat the Scottish girl.
Over the next year or two I went out every single night like an addiction. Probably 1000+ times an average of once or twice a night with 300+ girls from Manchester Liverpool Leeds Glasgow etc. I rented short let flats or bedsits with my own entrance on gumtree and spareroom near the RLDs. There were nights when I speed banged 4/5 street walkers between 10pm-5am - I was 25 and horny. I was an addict.
But after that I haven’t for the last decade or whenever I’ve been in a relationship. I just came out of a relationship last year, went to Thailand and was disappointed with what happened after a decade. So I tried the old hunting grounds around the UK and in 10 years, and what seems the blink of an eye to me they don’t exist anymore.”
