Hi guys, newbie here. Lurked for a few months and managed to join recently.
My first punt actually happened over the weekend. Will post a review when I've had a chance to full process the event - also did my second one the day after.
Funny one, I guess like a lot of guys I've always been curious; from seeing cards in phoneboxes as a teen, to receiving contact mags (remember them?!) with early porn VHS purchases. Made me laugh as I was thinking about what to write and remembered that I'd sent letters to a few women in the contact mags and I think I even sent them money for photos, thinking we might even meet up sometime. HA! Those were the days.
Similarly, knowing about massage parlours, the whole Soho thing, certain places I saw/heard about when I was at uni. Strip clubs, street walkers in various places I'd visited around the world. Living away on my own for a few years and not knowing anyone local, fantasising about doing an outcall, but having no idea how to go about it. There was always this lingering curiosity. It's always been there.
I had a "punt" of sorts when I was much younger, when I took part in a porn audition. Didn't pay for it, but there were some parallels with my recent experiences, and there was, of course, a performative element which isn't really there during a punt. Still, I've had some post-punt flashbacks to that audition over the last day. I did really well until the guy I was auditioning for (who was also filming me with the girl) decided he wanted a go as well. I'd never done anything like that before, let alone been in a MMF threesome, and he was quite a 'formidable' chap shall we say. I immediately lost my mojo and ended up sat awkwardly next to them, not knowing what to do until he sugested I stick my flaccid knob in her mouth. Not quite how I imagined my first spit roast!
Anyway, since then, not even the merest thought has come to my mind until very recently. Combination of numerous factors: personal, sexual, Covid-related difficulties, Instagram models. Had no time to myself, too much responsibility. So decided to start treating myself while working away from home. Started with a solo cinema date, then I took myself to a nice restaurant... within a few weeks I've booked a full-body, four-hour tantric massage which culminated with a lingham massage. The whole thing was totally 'legit spiritual', i.e. the woman didn't get nude or anything. But the fact that she'd given me a lovely lingham massage (that didn't end in a climax), triggered that curiosity again. I went to see her a second time, and I think that visit pushed me over the edge as I felt a strong urge to do much more than a lingham massage with no HE.
Started off looking at agency sites, then found this site and the other one. Got stuck into reading reviews, trawling AW for potentials and down the rabbit hole I went...
So, last Friday I embarked on my first, and I booked my second while I was on the way there. Both were enjoyable in their own way. What a strange and alluring combination of paranoia, anxiety, worry, excitement, anticipation and sexual energy. Crazy.
I've come away from this weekend feeling oddly fulfilled. A decades-long scratch has been itched. I've always loved a bit of risk and have already lived a bit of a 'double life' in the past, so it feels quite natural.
Seems to have boosted my sex drive as well, which I wasn't expecting.
As I said, I'll post my reviews once the dust in my mind has settled.