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Offline itk

:) Forgot about the contact mags and the Sport. Found a house in Norwich which advertised a number in the sport and the girls changed week too week and there were some crackers there. I did nearly walk one day when I knocked on the door and the woman who answered was really old, but she turned out too be the maid.  :D

Thanks itk for the thread  :)  and yes you are so right about the Nottingham girls coming down on thursday and going home sunday.
Norwich was considered a safe city for working girls in them days.

Was the house on Sprowston Road? I found a house there through a phone number in the Sport, had an absolute stunner there called Becky.

Offline phillips

It was in the Stafford Street area off Dereham road  :)

Used to go see one of the girls and then pop in the local pub for a pint and then fish and chips.
At the chippe on Stafford street.  :)



Offline phillips

Was the house on Sprowston Road? I found a house there through a phone number in the Sport, had an absolute stunner there called Becky.

I did go to sprowston road once and only went to the wrong house,forgot what number the girl told me. And very nearly knocked on the wrong door.
I must of been half a mile away from the right house.  :wacko:

Offline itk

Reading the old book reminded me of the mate who wanted a new one who we saw near where the BMW garage is. Pissing down and with no flat he still decided to give it a go, wanting to go across the road to the church graveyard. Me and the other mate went for a walk and returned to see him looking as miserable as sin. She decided she didn't want to too far so he fucked her on the pavement about 20 yards from the main road. His knees were fucked having to kneel on the pavement.  :lol:

Offline itk

Reading the old book reminded me of the mate who wanted a new one who we saw near where the BMW garage is. Pissing down and with no flat he still decided to give it a go, wanting to go across the road to the church graveyard. Me and the other mate went for a walk and returned to see him looking as miserable as sin. She decided she didn't want to too far so he fucked her on the pavement about 20 yards from the main road. His knees were fucked having to kneel on the pavement.  :lol:
It was just in the little cut on the very far left of the pic.  :lol:

I don't recall much punting activity in Cambridge probably its because we're all Geeks up there and until the net was invented no one knew about sex!

I think there was some activity in the pound hill area, well there should have been theers a suitably named pub there;)

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Offline Grey Punter

I remember visiting a a place in Ilkeston up a fire escape. Saw a very slim Scottish girl a few times.

I recall her as well. The place was about 100 yards from Armstrongs Mill. Seem to remember that she gave very nice oral.

It's a small world.

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Offline johnnyboy61

I recall her as well. The place was about 100 yards from Armstrongs Mill. Seem to remember that she gave very nice oral.

It's a small world.

Grey Punter

It was quite a big place for one girl and set up like a proper legit massage business with no bed. I used to fuck her from behind with her bent over the massage table. Really friendly nice girl, but I can't remember her name now.

Whenever I visited Armstrong's Mill it would bring back memories of good times. I notice on Google street view that the cafe is still on the ground floor, presumably the customers were unaware of what was happening a few feet above their heads as they consumed their bacon sarnies.
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Online Tiger63

I remember a rather dodgy corner shop in Sunderland that had phone numbers in the window. Called a lady with a totally false French accent and arranged an appointment.
Turned out she was French, think her name was Annie
She would open her dressing gown and show you her tits then ask "What can I do for you, you naughty boy"....in a sort of French accent.
Normally started with a massage on her bed by which time we were both naked and then we were off.
Think it was about £20

Online herbie007

I used to look forward to Thursdays waiting for the south London press to come out to see if there were any new girls to shag, but my preferred way of punting was driving round South London's RLD's in my yellow BT van looking for SW’s.

Great memories, I loved that van.  :D

Offline phillips

It was just in the little cut on the very far left of the pic.  :lol:


I know that area so well. Thanks again for the memories  :)

Offline itk

Phillips, did you punt often in the 90's around there then? I still remember seeing the usual suspects most nights, some bloke always made us laugh as he was the spitting image of Peter Sutcliffe, drove a white Ford Granada. Always saw a bloke who gave a nod in a white Fiat Uno with painting gear in it, and a young bloke in a Sierra XR4 who many WG's said was a bit creepy.
Remember Sunday nights becoming really busy along Ber Street after midnight when I think an oriental gambling event took place opposite the BMW garage.

Offline phillips

I used to punt most weekends down there,and like you said you could spot the same punters driving round and round before one would get the balls to stop for a girl.
I used a house down Argyle street which had a good few northern girls,Maud street was the other street off Dereham road the same house was used a few months ago by some east european girls.Wonder if they have changed the wallpaper in that bedroom.  :)

I used to park my car and have a walk round, find a girl and then we would walk back to my car or go to her flat or house.

Walking down those streets now I can still hear those girls saying "Do you want business"  :)

Offline itk

I used to punt most weekends down there,and like you said you could spot the same punters driving round and round before one would get the balls to stop for a girl.
I used a house down Argyle street which had a good few northern girls,Maud street was the other street off Dereham road the same house was used a few months ago by some east european girls.Wonder if they have changed the wallpaper in that bedroom.  :)

I used to park my car and have a walk round, find a girl and then we would walk back to my car or go to her flat or house.

Walking down those streets now I can still hear those girls saying "Do you want business"  :)

Argyle Street.  :lol: I remember turning up at a door along there after reading a number from one of the phone boxes. It said, 'sexy, athletic girl' I didn't think athletic meant the body of a shot putter, so we legged it with her shouting her pimp Courtney to come get us.

Offline phillips

Little short thing wore long white socks Her name was Sue  :vomit:

No never went with her  :wacko:  There were better girls to be had  :)






The 90s meant working flats around London for me, lot more than now, lot of girls from Yorkshire in London at time, also had my first threesome in Fulham in 95, happy times.

Offline itk

Little short thing wore long white socks Her name was Sue  :vomit:

No never went with her  :wacko:  There were better girls to be had  :)

Yes, it was Sue. Crazy bitch.  :D

What a good post!
Punting was just that, taking a punt.

Memories consist of:
Nottingham - RLD 3/4 girls on every corner & back pages of the post/ ad mag. Local parlours also.
Glasgow - Good parlours, one in the west end (had my first mff threesome) & one nr central train station. The street walkers in the centre of town after dark too..
London - walk ups in Soho.
Brighton - cards in phone boxes.
Birmingham - Parlours (really good mix)

Offline berksboy

   The Reading Evening Post was very good in its day , also did the Soho walk ups .Never got to do the oxford rd in reading and sure as hell would not do it now.

Offline JasonP

I remember the pre mobile ( for me anyway ) nineties well. Relying on the Freeads and a pocketful of change it was sometimes an uphill struggle. It was also exciting in wondering if the phone description was anything like reality. Sometime it was, sometimes  not. The scene was a lot different then. Clean shaven was an unexpected bonus. Most sessions were a massage, covered oral and sex. There were a few independants but I mostly used parlours and got to know the girls doing the rounds. Mostly young and good looking and cannot recall many foreign imports. Don't know if it was better then or now. Certainly different.
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Offline pierrot

The dark ages punters these days dont know how lucky they are.
No mobile phones just pissy smelling phone boxes.
Dodgy ads in the paper you never new what you would find when you got there.
No reviews it was just going in blind and hoping for the best, if you found a good one you became a regular rather than going hunting again.
High prices a £50 quid punt then would be £111 now.

Offline itk

I remember the pre mobile ( for me anyway ) nineties well. Relying on the Freeads and a pocketful of change it was sometimes an uphill struggle. It was also exciting in wondering if the phone description was anything like reality. Sometime it was, sometimes  not. The scene was a lot different then. Clean shaven was an unexpected bonus. Most sessions were a massage, covered oral and sex. There were a few independants but I mostly used parlours and got to know the girls doing the rounds. Mostly young and good looking and cannot recall many foreign imports. Don't know if it was better then or now. Certainly different.

Very true about phoning a WG and just praying when she opens that door it's something remotely shaggable. I remember if I had seen a decent one having to copy the number and alter the last two digits incase it was found.

Offline GalaxyMan

Ah, the very best of times, and the very worst too.  Ads in newspapers, and cards in newsagents windows.  Often 'Landline' phone numbers, as it was near the beginning of the 'mobile phone' age.
The worst? Arrive at a venue and not have an idea of the munter waiting - and then the small brain taking over.  These days the deeper research (and the experience of 30 years) would mean that that wouldn't happen, or a 'walk away'
The best? 'Turning' a mobile masseuse to the 'naughty side', and then having many many months of *great* visits until she moved out of the area and it wasn't possible for her to travel to me.
She had a card in a local newsagent. She was known in the newsagent, as she lived really close to it.  It said (can't remember the exact words) Massage Only - but as I enjoyed that anyway, and had some muscle pain from an older pysical injury, I called and 'booked'.  Lovely lady, early 30's. Half-Caste, White English and Caribbean. UK born, with a UK approach to life. No 'Jamacian' time going on with her, a booked time was the time!  Easy conversation, because there were no deep cultural differences.  Just enough to make interesting conversation.
Great massage.  Had done the usual 'simple' courses, and taken it further. I always felt *great* afterwards, and during the third 'massage' visit we were chatting away and she started to ask about other massuse visits (if any) and what happened.  I slowly told her more, and she looked interested.  She said 'I'm not doing anything after I finish with you - how about you show me a common 'routine' visit like that?'
I tried not to fall off the table (she used to bring a folding proper massage table with her)..... and (after she took a time in the shower) we did! :-)
And did, many more times. About every 3 weeks for 2 years....... BB too.... (well, it was those days and we were (apart from her hubby) exclusive).  We talked about 'A', and she looked thoughtful. The next time she came she put a condom on the massage couch........
After about the 6th visit, she no longer brought the massage table into mine (unless I really did want a massage, as using it was allowed a far better massage than using the bed.  In fact, using the floor for massage was better than the bed!) and we spent the whole hour (and often more, if she was 'free') in sexual activity.......
Usually charged, if I called her.  A very few times she called me, as she was 'passing and didn't have a booking, so was I available for a visit?'  These visits were not charged........ I remember well, one time, I saw her getting into her car (with her massage couch) and I pulled over and poked my head out of my car window.  She looked at me, and said (in nearly an 'ordering' dominant manner, although she was naturally submissive) YOURS. NOW!!   That was the absolute best of visits...............
Writing this has made me remember so many good times with her, and miss her!  :P :wacko: :rose:  It was *that* good!

GM

I remember the pre mobile ( for me anyway ) nineties well. Relying on the Freeads and a pocketful of change it was sometimes an uphill struggle. It was also exciting in wondering if the phone description was anything like reality. Sometime it was, sometimes  not. The scene was a lot different then. Clean shaven was an unexpected bonus. Most sessions were a massage, covered oral and sex. There were a few independants but I mostly used parlours and got to know the girls doing the rounds. Mostly young and good looking and cannot recall many foreign imports. Don't know if it was better then or now. Certainly different.
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