History Lesson

[thenicz]

Can people remember some strange things that hookers have said to them, what I always used to find very strange was the times when girls would give you a blow job, would shag you bareback yet refused to kiss because it was too personal. I've never worked that one out.

[Aldebaran]

Yeah....I go back far enough to remember when kissing was a total no-no, I had a long break through being in a relationship and when I came back I was surprised to find kissing was now the norm. Ah, the good old days, when you could surf The Sport for a prossie and afterwards read about the WW2 bomber they found on the moon.

[mr.bluesky]

Yeah....I go back far enough to remember when kissing was a total no-no, I had a long break through being in a relationship and when I came back I was surprised to find kissing was now the norm. Ah, the good old days, when you could surf The Sport for a prossie and afterwards read about the WW2 bomber they found on the moon.

The Sport is still going strong and making up Bullshill stories 

[Laudanum]

Remember Spitting Image, when they decided the Sport part of Sunday Sport stood for 'Sex Porn Orgies Rubbish Tits'?

[Marmalade]

The Sport is still going strong and making up Bullshill stories 

Sounds like the prices of their whores from what I can remember. Always the same scenario as AW but twenty quid extra.

[mr.bluesky]

The Sport is still going strong and making up Bullshill stories 

Sorry should say bullshit stories  which they must be running low on as the rag is no longer published daily like it used to be.

[Thephoenix]

The Sport is still going strong and making up Bullshill stories 

The Sunday Sport was probably responsible for many guys starting punting

[GreyDave]

The Sunday Sport was probably responsible for many guys starting punting

It widened the choices for me personaly I got in to seeing swinging couples and their parties and the wide range of real professional WG`s that were in the paper ads.

One couple who I saw made enough out of the scene to move up over the years i saw them from a tiny house in Church langley though Old Harlow then out to a massive 5 bed with large garden and drive in Green Essex . .........           Nik and Leanne,           Hope there are well and wonder what there are doing now they stopped answering phone and moved away.  The ads were also reason PunterNet and McCoys etc started the girls wanting to get the recomendations ....This site tells lads what  the real facts are seeing them 

[scutty brown]

It widened the choices for me personaly I got in to seeing swinging couples and their parties and the wide range of real professional WG`s that were in the paper ads.

One couple who I saw made enough out of the scene to move up over the years i saw them from a tiny house in Church langley though Old Harlow then out to a massive 5 bed with large garden and drive in Green Essex . .........           Nik and Leanne,           Hope there are well and wonder what there are doing now they stopped answering phone and moved away.  The ads were also reason PunterNet and Muppets etc started the girls wanting to get the recomendations ....This site tells lads what  the real facts are seeing them 

Muppets??
What was that?

[rocket88]

I arranged my first punt in the UK after leaving the Forces through the Sport. She was called Max and was based in Huddersfield. My abiding memories are of her spotty arse and her forty a day Embassy Regal habit......those were the days!

[Thephoenix]

You could even phone them from the telephone kiosk at the end of the road.
No mobiles or texting, and no reviews.
There were a lot more shocks/surprises and 'forgetting your wallet in the car.'

[Marmalade]

Pre-internet, prossies would hang out in pubs in the stix. I wonder if they still do?

[Half Century]

I know we're heading off topic here, but didn't The Sport also run competitions where you could shag a bird in a hotel room?

[Dipper]

You could even phone them from the telephone kiosk at the end of the road.
No mobiles or texting, and no reviews.
There were a lot more shocks/surprises and 'forgetting your wallet in the car.'

Ahh… simple times.   

[lillythesavage]

I arranged my first punt in the UK after leaving the Forces through the Sport. She was called Max and was based in Huddersfield. My abiding memories are of her spotty arse and her forty a day Embassy Regal habit......those were the days!

I managed a punt in Huddersfield once from the sport, dropped the wife at a friends we were meeting for Sunday Lunch, went to view a car  , was offered a choice of a skinny smoking. fags not looks, white girl, or a curvy black African, through an arch with a black metal gate behind some shops.

Chose the former, the maid and the smoker were deep in convo, puffing away in the kitchen, had a great time, went well over time as we got on, they were not busy and the other 2 forgot I was there I think.

[tigerbiker]

Pre internet we had to use contact magazines - on sale with the top shelf soft porno stuff. One I remember was called Jezabell and another called Pheonix they covered the midlands. They cost about £5 in the early 80s which was a lot for a pamphlet with some small grainy B&W photos (only about 10% had a photo). Maybe 40 or 50 adds per edition. If you wanted to punt, you would have to go to the district shown on the advert and call from a phone box - most of the time, no answer.

I remember a few Saturdays going round phone boxes in rough areas or B'ham and Wolves trying to get a punt with no success at all. All SPs were based in dodgy areas of big cities - the sort of places that when you parked, kids would come up to you and say - want me to look after your car mister - £5.

It was pot luck what you got - mostly rubbish but occasionally a stunner with excellent attitude to the job. There were no roms or chinese - just hard british women. No SPs in the provential towns either. It was also unusual for them to shower before a punt - so even more risk in terms of what you would get. I also got robbed a few times in those days - they showed you to the bathroom and emptied your pockets when you were out of the room. No reviews to keep the service decent.

Some would not have condoms, so as well as having change for the phone, you would need to call in at Boots (they only sold them on the pharmacy counter back then) and get a pack of 3 or go into a stinky pub toilet and buy from the machine - I always felt self concious buying condoms in a pub bog. At least if you bought them in Boots, I imagined that the counter assistant would think I had a stunning wife at home and I was engaged in "family planning" - but the reality was somewhat different.

Give me internet punting any day!

[Liverpool]

I know we're heading off topic here, but didn't The Sport also run competitions where you could shag a bird in a hotel room?

Yes. When the Beeb did a one off documentary on The Sport when Tony Livesey was the editor (now the presenter on Radio 5 drivetime), they featured said competition. The winner said told a tale of being a right stallion with his big cock. The woman gave a different story, limp, tiny dick who was definitely a 'cum once' guy.

[petermisc]

Pre internet we had to use contact magazines - on sale with the top shelf soft porno stuff. One I remember was called Jezabell and another called Pheonix they covered the midlands. They cost about £5 in the early 80s which was a lot for a pamphlet with some small grainy B&W photos (only about 10% had a photo). Maybe 40 or 50 adds per edition.

Jeez, that brings back memories.   In my area, these contact mags were mainly sold in Sex Shops.  Each ad had just one photo and little more than a name and contact number.  If the girl paid more, she could get a quarter or even half-page.  However, most photos were so small, there were a dozen or so on a page.  Of course, that was in a pre-digital, pre-photoshop era.  So there was page after page of dog-rough middle-aged slappers, most less appealing than a cold turd.

The rise of the internet and the on-line agencies roughly coincided with the influx of Polish WGs, who were veritable supermodels by comparison with the home-grown talent.  As you say, totally transformed the punting scene.  It may have been downhill since those golden days, but it is still far far better than it was in the days of the contact mags.

[Followyourdick]

The daily sport does bring back some memories of long ago punts.  A rough as fuck older woman who I would have run a mile from but she was sent to my hotel room in Cambridge
A spaced out bird sitting on an old mattress in some shithole in Nottingham who I did run a mile from.
Carol just off j25 of the M1, advertised in there for ages.
Then there was the odd gem, a fit as fuck bird from Sheffield at some place in Loughton at the bottom of the M11, that one stays in my memory, great blow job and great shag.

[badsin]

I know we're heading off topic here, but didn't The Sport also run competitions where you could shag a bird in a hotel room?

I remember a competion to win a date /shag with Louise Hodges..... The winner took part in an article detailing said liaison..... Wish I entered that... 
Only used the escort ads once, turned up, once the door opened I pretty much legged it, a complete horror 

[Mutinyonthecounty]

The fun has been taken out of it to a degree these days. Back in the mid 1980s when I started there was of a sense of danger and adventure. I would often leave work and go straight to a pay phone equipped with the Nottingham evening post and a handful of 10 pence pieces, ringing numbers and hoping for the best. Nottingham had a good choice of parlours as well in those days so I often went straight from work to a parlour. Nowadays, you can see photos and you can read reviews and somehow it’s lost its magic.

[Marmalade]

The fun has been taken out of it to a degree these days. Back in the mid 1980s when I started there was of a sense of danger and adventure. I would often leave work and go straight to a pay phone equipped with the Nottingham evening post and a handful of 10 pence pieces, ringing numbers and hoping for the best. Nottingham had a good choice of parlours as well in those days so I often went straight from work to a parlour. Nowadays, you can see photos and you can read reviews and somehow it’s lost its magic.

It’s all a bit antiseptic isn’t it? The only sense of accomplishing any adventure is when the prossie bothers to answer her AW message and turns out not to be a b&s.

[mr.bluesky]

Pre internet we had to use contact magazines - on sale with the top shelf soft porno stuff. One I remember was called Jezabell and another called Pheonix they covered the midlands. They cost about £5 in the early 80s which was a lot for a pamphlet with some small grainy B&W photos (only about 10% had a photo). Maybe 40 or 50 adds per edition. If you wanted to punt, you would have to go to the district shown on the advert and call from a phone box - most of the time, no answer.

I remember a few Saturdays going round phone boxes in rough areas or B'ham and Wolves trying to get a punt with no success at all. All SPs were based in dodgy areas of big cities - the sort of places that when you parked, kids would come up to you and say - want me to look after your car mister - £5.

It was pot luck what you got - mostly rubbish but occasionally a stunner with excellent attitude to the job. There were no roms or chinese - just hard british women. No SPs in the provential towns either. It was also unusual for them to shower before a punt - so even more risk in terms of what you would get. I also got robbed a few times in those days - they showed you to the bathroom and emptied your pockets when you were out of the room. No reviews to keep the service decent.

Some would not have condoms, so as well as having change for the phone, you would need to call in at Boots (they only sold them on the pharmacy counter back then) and get a pack of 3 or go into a stinky pub toilet and buy from the machine - I always felt self concious buying condoms in a pub bog. At least if you bought them in Boots, I imagined that the counter assistant would think I had a stunning wife at home and I was engaged in "family planning" - but the reality was somewhat different.

Give me internet punting any day!

Tigerbiker we must be about the same age as you have accurately described my early punting days. I remember buying those early contact magazines like phoenix with the dodgy photos (mainly black & white ) also the mobile phone was unheard of so making bookings from a phone booth with its "trade cards" stuck to the wall above the phone. In those days it was mainly massage parlours offering a full service unlike the rub and tug places of today which are mainly Chinese or Thai. Your local paper would also be full of personal ads of ladys offered massage which you knew more would be on offer  I used to punt mainly in Birmingham  and you were spoilt for choice for massage parlours, now apart from the fbsm places they have all but disappeared.  Some were good like Harmony others were a bit grotty from the outside like Lucy Palmers, Penny's tonal therapy,  Manyana ( which is one of the few still going ) If the parlour had a jacuzzi  so much the better especially if the lady in question joined you if not then an "assisted" shower was the next best thing. Like Mutinyonthecounty says it's lost a lot of it's sense of adventure nowadays with the Internet and mobil phones . No bait and switch either back then.

[thenicz]

It all went off topic with the first reply mentioning the Sport. Not complaining, It was merely that my OP was refering to the street whores who you could meet in mainly big cities, back in the late sicties there were some well established ladies upstairs in Soho with a sign saying model on the door, here in Bristol we had St Pauls mainly in City Road and Grosevenor Street that spread throughout the coming decades to encompass Eastville and Easton. It has, as far as I'm aware, been cleaned up by local law enforcement. The least I paid was under £2, about four o'clock in the morning, the young lady who was knickerless, presumably for quick access, had a bullet wound in her leg I think, she told me someone had gone into her room looking for her pimp (boyfriend) who was probably elsewhere with another of his 'girlfriends'. Perhaps I was tight but I never paid more than a tenner, claiming that was all I had on me. I was more than happy with a hand job or a blow job, never risked full sex, I imagined it might be full of someone elses seed and may have been a bit ripe.

[Aldebaran]

I arranged my first punt in the UK after leaving the Forces through the Sport. She was called Max and was based in Huddersfield. My abiding memories are of her spotty arse and her forty a day Embassy Regal habit......those were the days!

Ah....they don't make prossies like they used to....

[Thephoenix]

Ah....they don't make prossies like they used to....

All the ol' codgers reminiscing about the 'good ol' daze'....me included.

[big-al93]

No bait and switch either back then.

You mean a girl was never misdescribed when you phoned? That the 5'8" size 6 blonde 28yr old never turned out to be a dumpy size 14 mousey brown haired 42yr old?

Still bait and switch, just easier to do now.

[Thephoenix]

At least you don't get the dreaded knock on the door now just when you're trying to climax.

[petermisc]

You mean a girl was never misdescribed when you phoned? That the 5'8" size 6 blonde 28yr old never turned out to be a dumpy size 14 mousey brown haired 42yr old?

Still bait and switch, just easier to do now.

There wasn't much B&S in the contact mags, as the girl had to post her photo in - no digital images to copy in those days.  And while there was no photoshopping of the images, they were just as like to be years out of date as today.

But the cards in the phone boxes were full of B&S, both descriptions and photos.

[Liverpool]

But the cards in the phone boxes were full of B&S, both descriptions and photos.

They still are. Cards in phone boxes in and around the West End in London are going through a renaissance period of 90s glamour models. For example, Veronica Zemanova is a 19 year old doing all services  apparently.

[The0neAnd0nly]

They still are. Cards in phone boxes in and around the West End in London are going through a renaissance period of 90s glamour models. For example, Veronica Zemanova is a 19 year old doing all services  apparently.

Omg dont we wish. I used to be obsessed with her and them beautiful chebs of hers!!!

[thenicz]

I remember when I was younger going in a telephone box and taking a load of cards, my wife found them and didn't believe my explanation that I thought they were obscene and that children might see them.

[Liverpool]

I remember when I was younger going in a telephone box and taking a load of cards, my wife found them and didn't believe my explanation that I thought they were obscene and that children might see them.

I am shocked that such a foolproof explanation did not work. I bet she believed you that you thought she was an idiot? 

[chrishornx]

Can people remember some strange things that hookers have said to them, what I always used to find very strange was the times when girls would give you a blow job, would shag you bareback yet refused to kiss because it was too personal. I've never worked that one out.

I hope you aren't barebacking these days

[king tarzan]

Yeah....I go back far enough to remember when kissing was a total no-no, I had a long break through being in a relationship and when I came back I was surprised to find kissing was now the norm. Ah, the good old days, when you could surf The Sport for a prossie and afterwards read about the WW2 bomber they found on the moon.

Down to EU and Latinas coming in..
Competition opened up services..