2002, I was 23yo.
Never been the most confident when it comes to trying to chat a woman up, fear of rejection and nerves seem to get the better of me.
One Sunday in May that year, saw a number in the Sunday Sport classifieds for an independent in near Heaton Park in Manchester, went and to my shock it was a bloody bloke in a women's underwear, nothing against that but wanted an actual woman.
Thankfully a friend of his was there, black woman probably in her 30s, could tell I was nervous but went slow and easy with me, both of us naked and we gently touched each other as the old chap got instantly hard, rubber on and some oral followed by going in from behind before finishing myself off with it still on.
Ok experience which was in the morning, back in city centre in afternoon I phoned Cosmopolitan up and went in their for a more pleasurable experience and enjoyed a nice and sensual 45m or so.
After that I was hooked and enjoy visiting various places on a rotation basis, from massage and HR to sexual fun in others.
As someone whose never really felt the urge to find a partner, I have zero parental ambitions at all so this is a good way for me to have fun at my own pace,