Real Punter

You meet an interesting range of women when you decide to see escorts as a hobby/lifestyle, and I quickly found all stereotypes of escorts blown away – I met girls who had moved around internationally escorting before settling in my area, and local girls who told me about their families and putting their children through school, girls funding their studies through escorting, and also women who told me unashamedly they had got into escorting just because they love sex so much so why not make a living from it!

Plenty of escorts come and go through my door, or I through theirs, some are destined to be unsuccessful one offs, others turn into flings lasting 2 or 3 encounters; but I have also developed a few regular favourites, and these days tend to stick with these, as we know each other, know what we like, and can get on with things easily and comfortably knowing we enjoy each others company and almost enjoying what could be looked at as a casual relationship (without the pressures of a relationship!) – we regularly text and email chat even when bookings are not imminent, although I am astute enough to realise that if the payments ever stop, so, most of the time, will the contact!

In any case, a few years ago, my first flirting experiences with escorts had kind of been up and down, I had few disasters, and needed to take a break for a while. When I entered round two, I came across the Northern Angels website, and fired off a few emails to introduce myself. Sadly, about 2 thirds of the ladies did not reply to my emails, or actually replied about a month later. I know they are busy and lead other lives, but the ladies I have got to know have said there was nothing in my emails to put a new escort off – and indeed the ones that did reply have since enjoyed a fruitful time . So anyway, there was this one lady, I shall call her A, as she has since retired from public view, although I still regualarly see her and I dare say we have got to know each other quite well (she supported me at a time of bereavement well above and beyond the call of duty as an escort). In any case, I emailed her, and she emailed back, and we arranged a date. The evening before, she gave me a call and it she was very pleasant to speak to with a soft voice, nice manner and an alluring tinge of Liverpool in her accent (but nothing too broad!). So we arranged to meet the next day, and as it happened things didn’t turn out too auspiciously, as she had a major domestic incident involving water at her flat, and she had to cancel our date We did have a laugh about it though, as I told her about my previous experience with insect-bitten escorts and she promised to provide plenty of insect repellent. She asked if there would be a next time, but just speaking to this woman was enough to know she was well worth meeting, so we rearranged, and thankfully the next meeting turned out ok – just about!

You see, I was quite nervous, as she was driving from Merseyside and didn’t know my local area in Manchester – so had said she would ring for directions, which I am hopeless at giving! And indeed she did, and was a bit lost! Somehow I managed to get her to drive in the right direction and eventually she arrived at my house. On first impressions, she looked even better than I had imagined, a little older than I thought, but that’s no bad thing! Her first kiss of greeting was very sweet, and then we chatted for a bit, before she suggested going upstairs and slipping into something more comfortable.

So up we went and I paced around my bedroom nervously while she was in the bathroom changing. I was a bit shy in those days so was still fully dressed when she walked into my room looking quite stunning in black briefs and bra – she was/is quite magnificent in fact! Anyway, I was soon undressed and had my arms around her, nuzzling her neck and moving my hands up and down her sleek, toned body, and then found her mouth with mine. Does she do French kissing, I wondered, realising I had forgot to ask, so I asked wordlessly and her mouth opened like a sweet little treasure chest to my insistence and I gently maneouvred her to my large double bed, where the best 2 hours of my life to date were to follow

I have seen A many times since. We get on, have a laugh, and have great sex, although during a time of personal bereavement she was more of a therapist on a couple of occasions and just helped me through it with her warmth and compassionate personality. I am due to see her again this week, and can’t wait, she really is a treasure and I’m glad I got to know her before she decided to retire

Until next time,
The Real Punter

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I had an experience with a parlour girl today that spurred me on to post something about how a lot of escorts and other working girls, seem to think the male penis will only respond to an iron grip and rough abuse! One never tires of hearing how women are sick of men mashing up and mawling their sensitive little clits, but when the tables are turned it’s a different story!

This girl had only one gear when she grabbed hold of my cock – it was crazy, I thought she was going to pull it off – I guess she thought yanking it around like that was sexy in some way, maybe most other punters like it, but in my case it actually hurt and I had to tell her to be more gentle, and eventually to stop as she couldn’t manage to stop yanking it so hard.

She was a very pretty girl – but I do find that the prettiest ones, especially if they are young, tend to think that their looks alone will do the job and don’t make as much effort. When I asked her to do something and she looked at me like I was from Mars for asking it (I don’t know quite how odd it is to enjoy the sound of a woman moaning, but that is all I asked for) it kind of ruined the whole thing, and although I managed to cum on her tits in the end, it ended up being quite a lacklustre experience that will leave me having nightmares about having my dick pulled off for many a night to come!

Give me an experienced 25 to 40 year old any day over these naive young babes. Oh, and make sure she has a gentle touch

I’m not quite sure at what age punters generally begin to engage with courtesans, but I know I was in my mid 30’s when I decided I was a little bit fed up of what was happening in my personal life. Every so often I would meet a girl I liked, we would see each other a few times, then it would either blow up or fizzle out – and always before we got into bed! This had been going on for about 5 years that I was conscious of, and I was not very sexually experienced – in fact my last sexual contact had been with a woman in my early 20’s.

So imagine, this guy who’s a bit shy, lacks a bit of confidence, and despite being successful in other areas of life, just hasn’t cracked it with women in general or the woman of his dreams in particular. This came up in conversation with a female friend, and she quite bluntly blurted out “Why don’t you just pay for sex?” It was something I had considered, but was nervous as hell about going through with – but getting it suggested by a friend gave me a bit of a green light I suppose in my head, and we sat down that afternoon and started to look through escort sites. I was intrigued by one whose site said she was a pornstar, and I actually recognised her from a few porn titles I had seen. Despite having seen her sucking cock and getting fucked on video, she came across with a very warm and sweet personality, so I sent an initial email to Vanessa (I will only refer to her by first name as i believe she has now retired) and recieved a reply back the same day! I thought this is it now, the ball is rolling! So we knocked a few dates around and came up with a mutually agreeable date, I had to provide her with some details and she confirmed once she had done her “security checks”.

Before the actual date, I spent a lot of time cleaning my house and wondering what it would be like with a woman after all this time. A lot of fantasies went through my head, but I couldn’t quite believe that it would be so straightforward to just email a pretty girl and then have her turn up at my house – but it was!

That day of her visit, I was very nervous – and when I got a call from her mobile number, I thought she was cancelling – but it turned out she was just running a bit late! Eventually she arrived, and she looked more like a student that a porn star, was quite casually dressed but very attractive and soft spoken, wearing glasses. I couldn’t quite believe this was the same girl who I had seen on screen in porn DVDs! Anyway, I got her a drink and handed over my envelop discreetly – then we sat on my couch. We chatted for a while, and I was unsure what should happen next – she started running her finger along my shoulder, and I, being new to the whole idea, politely asked if I was allowed to touch her! Of course, she said, and I got my hands on her boobs, and before I knew it her tongue was in my mouth, and I was leading her upstairs to my bedroom!

It was the best 2 hours I’d had for quite some time, I can tell you – although on this first occasion, I was unable to cum, and while she gave me a great blowjob, we didn’t get round to full sex – probably down to nerves and all sorts of other things, although I think I had actually cum a few times while kissing and touching her. In any case, this didn’t spoil the experience too much (I was to have my fair share of train wrecks and disasters during my putative punting career, and will detail them here in future!). Remember, this was the first women I had been naked with in over 10 years, and felt pretty shy and self conscious about the whole thing. What did you expect I would say, I rammed it up her ten times and came 11? This is reality, not fantasy – it is about a man shy about sex and with women, finding some kind of salvation in the demi-monde of escorts and parlours! I am sure there will be different kinds of punters, but I am here to tell my punting tale – tune in for more next time, but to close, I would just like to thank Vanessa again for an unforgettable first punting experience

Until next time,
The Real Punter

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Welcome to my punting blog! There are sites run by escorts, even books and TV series told from an escorts point of view – but the punter, or client side of things is relatively quiet. The clientele of professional ladies gets a rough ride in the press, as do the the ladies themselves, but as recent publicity has shown, the reality is very different. While there is a dark side to the UK sex industry, it is also true to say that a lot of professional escorts are happy, successful women who are fulfilled in their chosen career. But what of the “punters?”

I decided to start this site to break the silence, in a way. The work of escorts is not called “the oldest profession” for nothing – there has been a demand for it since the dawn of time. I am sure that some punters are not very nice, and some are downright despicable – but you get that in all areas of life.

I can only speak for myself – I started punting at the age of 35, I was not very sexually experienced, and despite being clean, healthy and intellgent, I was finding that trawling the dating sites and meeting unsuitable partner after unsuitable partner, was not something I could sustain, and was getting quite fed up with it. When a friend suggested I enlist the services of an escort, in other words “pay for sex”, I was astonished, not least because it was something I had secretly been considering for a while, but had never dredged up the courage to try. Having a friend suggest it, even encourage me, was like getting a green light in my head, so I started to do my research, and finally got around to booking a lady. From that first shaky encounter, I have had my ups and downs. Who knows, one day I may settle down, but my “punting” career has so far led to an increased sense of confidence and self esteem – I am no longer chasing my unobtainable miss right, but have learned to live in the pleasure of the moment.

This blog will tell my story, and serve as a testimony to the fact that the world of escorts, massage parlours and punting in general, is very much more normal and commonplace than anyone would at first think!

This site is sponsored by Real Punting, a very unusual adult website – I can bring you accounts of my adventures in words – but they actually film real life escort encounters! It is worth a look if you’ve ever wondered how the whole escort thing works – and they have contact details for the escorts as well – so it’s very possible to see the escort in action and have a real chance of having some adventures of your own From time to time I will be featuring episode from Real Punting as well as my own – one man can only go so far!!!