London

[Irv Washington]

God things must be bad in Oklahoma if you are jealous of the 'cheap' punting scene in London. Sure you might get a cheap walk-up in SOHO, but most of the punting around town is either poor quality or its bloody expensive. The SOHO girls are all volume girls who try to get you in and out quick, maybe 3pm in the arvo is the time to go., maybe much quieter.

Hello Jc373

Yes, there are many bad walk-up low quality walk-ups in Soho but that doesn't mean everywhere in Soho is bad.

Have you been to Blore Court (one of the places Mr Atomic recommended)? www.lesgirls.co.uk - clean, safe and generally good service.

In the same building there is also Soho Cottage (www.sohocottage.com). Nearby there is a decent walkup at 70A Berwick Street (Amber and others).

So, for anyone heading to Soho, if you choose places "at random" you could be very disappointed, but Soho has some good places too.

Irv

[Member #3409]

The ease of these locations combined with great pricing makes me jealous of you Brit punters. Here in Oklahoma incall service is very expensive and very dicey. Streetwalkers are cheap but you never know what you'll get unless you've seen the girl before and you run a high risk of running afoul of the law or our local anti-prostitution citizen the Video Vigilante who follows and videos and reports to the law. This guy really sucks!

So anyway, I had a great time and can hardly wait for a return trip!

God things must be bad in Oklahoma if you are jealous of the 'cheap' punting scene in London. Sure you might get a cheap walk-up in SOHO, but most of the punting around town is either poor quality or its bloody expensive. The SOHO girls are all volume girls who try to get you in and out quick, maybe 3pm in the arvo is the time to go., maybe much quieter.

The expensive girls, 150 pounds plus I've found offer really good services, but I only stick to Asian ladies, or should I say Oriental, Asians are from the sub-continent here. I've seen maybe 6 or so from Asian Star, all offer BBBJ and of the girls I've seen have all been good, but not sure if 150 pounds worth. But hey this is London.

[MrAtomic]

Howdy!

This is a delayed report from March. My Apologies and thanks to all of you who assisted me in my quest during my visit from Oklahoma.

First off, let me say that my experiences during my stay were enjoyable though I only was able to make it Soho twice during my stay, my wife occupied much of my time.

Blore Court wasn't the easiest place to find, I did a couple of treks up and down the street looking for it. But it was well worth the attention.

Saturday March 10 round noon found me at 3 Blore. From everyone's reports I expected an English lady but what I found was very nice indeed.

The girl working was Thai, name of Risa. Very nice and slight figure. I started out asking about the quicky price but ended up with the twenty minute selection for 47 (including maid tip). Very glad I did.

Service (all covered) included a nice long oral session followed by her mounting me on top cowgirl style. This was followed by several minutes of 69 (love that!), then doggie style, then missionary and we finished with her on top again. She was tight and knew how to work it. She was not rushed and finished it all off with a very nice massage. Time was closer to 30 minutes and not rushed at all! Highly recommend this provider.

My next session was also in Blore Ct at the walkup across from 3. I've lost my notes but she was from Singapore, not quite as accomodating was Risa and provided a range of services for 47 also. Not as enthusiastic as Risa but still enjoyable.

The ease of these locations combined with great pricing makes me jealous of you Brit punters. Here in Oklahoma incall service is very expensive and very dicey. Streetwalkers are cheap but you never know what you'll get unless you've seen the girl before and you run a high risk of running afoul of the law or our local anti-prostitution citizen the Video Vigilante who follows and videos and reports to the law. This guy really sucks!

So anyway, I had a great time and can hardly wait for a return trip!

Mr. A

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[Zorrox]

I just wanted to say thanks to Murilloa, excellent work on the soho scean. A true decendent of Camoes - me thinks.

For someone of limited funds (and some say brains) this is most useful, I usually save up my pennys and go for the £200/hour ladies some good some not so good. My latest was Paris Abra girls, £180 when I went, now £250 ! I would say worth £180 yes £250 - ummmh may be.

Happy hunting comrades

[Gus69]

Tony
Your girls are very beautiful, hope the business goes well for you. If I win the lottery I may even give you some business.

[Murilloa]

Impossible to have the same opinion as you until we know something more about prices and services, first-time poster Tony.

It's good to hear that 'management' was helpful, and if they are reading this, they must be thrilled.

Muri had a lovely girl, Daniela, said she was Slovakian, in Peter Street, Soho, for £20, well, in fact he paid £45 to enjoy 20 minutes with her. This was on Sunday, and he did not have to deal with any 'management'.

Nobody needs touts, Tony, neither on line nor on street.

[Tony Dushku]

I found this lovely website www.deliciousgirls.co.uk, and I booked Nicole by this agency and I can highly recommend it. The service was great and also managment was very helpful.

Do you have same opinion as me?

[El Mujerista]

Muri,

Let me be the first to congratulate you for a great summation of the Soho scene. Unfortunately, EM (see, you're not the only one who uses third person!) has been out of the London scene for most of the past year, but your walking tour provided some great memories (especially, as I'm sure you know, of Blore Court).

Fare thee well, O Knight of Londinium. It's good to know Lori will be safe in your steady arms until one can return. And your updates on what else one might expect there are much appreciated.

Congrats also on being placed in the Reports of Distinction by Angus Magee. If he had not been first on scene, I would have been happy to oblige.

Happy Hunting,
EM

[Murilloa]

The next few posts are one man's view of Soho.

[Murilloa]

Surprisingly, this is the best map of Soho the net seems to offer just now. Apparently copied from the London AtoZ gazetteer sold in bookshops.

It’s clear enough to show that Soho is a quirky rectangle bounded to the N. by Oxford Street, to the W. by Regent Street, to the E. by Charing Cross Road, and to the S. by Shaftesbury Avenue, although the Chinatown area just beyond Shaftesbury Av. also has good walk-ups. Soho is well served by the Underground, or ‘tube’ as we locals call our antique and malodorous metro system. The map shows you Tottenham Court Road, Piccadilly Circus and Leicester Square tube stations, with Oxford Circus just off the map to the NW. If you are coming in from Heathrow, break the surface at Leicester Square.

Incidentally, when asking directions in London, use the full streetname, e.g. Berwick Street, Oxford Street. If you just ask for ‘Berwick’ or ‘Oxford’, in the north American manner, Brits will think of the town of that name, and direct you to the relevant rail station. If you ask for ‘Greek’ instead of ‘Greek Street’, people may think you are seeking anal sex. And perhaps you are. And it’s on sale in Greek St.

Of course half the passers-by in Soho are fellow tourists, but the police will help. Ask them how to get to a certain street and they are very obliging, although Mur does not advise approaching a London Bobby with a cheerful cry of “Yo, dude, know any East European teens with perky little tits?”

[Murilloa]

let’s begin with berwick street, (pronounced ‘berrick’), running s. from oxford street. there are several walk-ups here. near the n. end is the famous 70a, workplace of some of london’s most celebrated prostitutes in recent years, including chelsea, eva and the legendary amber, whose body may be a little on the heavy side for you, bear.

there are at least two more walk-ups heading s. to the rambunctious market end of berwick street. there, in the alley blore court on your left, next to the beach burrito café, are no fewer than three nests, again with nationwide fame. at number2, there is always something delicious on sale, none more so than the spectacular angie, (friday to monday) a beautiful figure, astounding that she’s not working in knightsbridge for £200 an hour. at 3a, among others you will find amy. mur is not sure of her working days, but she’s suitably petite, and then number 4, blore house, is home to the cottage (top floor) and les girls (second floor). this last is where lori entertains on fridays. she is muri’s all time favourite, everything about her simply turns his head, so you are not hearing from an objective reporter, but her petite package is the kind of thing you are seeking, bear. she does in fact also work wednesday and thursday at two locations in london’s outer suburbs, but she has a different price, identity and clientele there, and devoted muri is sworn to secrecy.

there are another two rather dingy walk-ups before berwick street is crossed by peter street, home to several. mur has only visited number 28 top floor in recent times, where there was a stacked russian blonde called angela (could easily be the sister of natalie, below) who fucked hard and talked dirty. off peter street are walker’s court, a narrow canyon of sex shops, and green’s court, with another couple of walk-ups, although this is an insalubrious alley where on saturday night the [CodeWord109] flows like the ole’ mississippi. indeed the whole area is what some would call picturesque, and others squalid. the stairs up to the flats are often a trial to sensitive stomachs, like muri’s prose style. but once inside, the small bedrooms are clean enough, and angie and lori play in very comfortable boudoirs, as warm and neat and snug and fragrant as their respective pussies.

[Murilloa]

from peter st., old compton st. is just around the corner. this classic bohemian thoroughfare boasts plenty of restaurants and sex shops, including one of the only places in england where you can buy viagra (at an exorbitant £10 for 100mg) across the counter. sadly, the street has been invaded, occupied, and settlement-colonised by our homosexual brothers, and if (shudder) you like unhygienic no-longer-youthful men with shaved heads and grimy piercings under their worn leathers, you have reached nirvana. there is one famous walk-up at the far end, number 4, where black goddess ritzy has pleasured many a punter, and new romanian andra is making a name for herself.

walking e., old compton st. is intersected by dean st., frith st. and greek st. in each of these, there are a couple of walkups, with another off dean street, in bateman street. pause at 28 dean st. to admire the plaque to karl marx above the quo vadis restaurant. it’s common knowledge that in 1850 karl walked every day from here to the british museum to research ‘das kapital’, and less known that up there on the top floor of the building he regularly fucked the housemaid lenchen while his wife took her evening walk, resulting in pregnancy and family scandal. and at the top of greek street, thomas de quincey, author of ‘the english opium eater’, was rescued from an overdose in 1802 by a teenage streetwalker whom afterwards he sought in vain and never forgot. dylan thomas was another literary luminary frequently scraped up off greek street awash with beer and bombast, and george orwell was well-known in several local pubs and must also have climbed the walk-up stairs hereabouts.

leaving long-dead mongers behind us, we proceed to romilly street, s. of old compton st. here are two walk-ups, one featuring french ladies of the traditional soho 1950’s type, and indeed last time mur looked in, he guessed that the française who offered him a £20 quickie probably serviced his dear old daddy in the year 1952. the other walk-up here, number 26 (or 28?) next to an italian restaurant, is much more interesting, being the ‘office’ of a rotating squad of ‘young orientals’, as their door card has it. these are sweet obliging girls, who have frequently served up the finishing course for mur after a chinese lunch. they are very busy, with all those brit. sex tourists returned from thailand and looking in for a spot of nostalgia.

this brings us to chinatown itself, in fact lisle street (pronounced 'lyle'). invisible on the map, it runs parallel to gerrard street, the pedestrian zone of wall-to-wall oriental eateries. lisle street has four premises, two excellent ones at its w end. in one of these, number 2 first floor, is london’s sensation of 2007. natalie is insatiable and apparently inexhaustible, working five days a week, very rare for a walk-up babe, from 1100 to 2200, dispatching, as she told mur with relish, some 40 men a day, and never losing her energy, her desire to please and her raunchy humour. you haven't been to london if you haven’t looked into the bedside mirror to see natalie’s white boots pointing skywards and your fat hairy bum bouncing between them. she’s a tall, blonde curvy babe, not perhaps mur’s biotype but a metropolitan must-see like madame tussaud’s or the tower of london.

this is a start: a personal view. you can pace the whole territory in an hour. other london mongers will be wondering why their own favourites have been overlooked, and they are encouraged to comment: but mur will pause for breath before writing some general advice about how to behave in soho.

[Murilloa]

First, as in all big cities, don’t be fuckin’ stupid with your mobile phone, i-pod or other pricey whim-whams. There are folks around here who will be more than happy to take care of these, if you can’t do it yourself. Having said that, stealthy rather than violent theft is the rule, and Soho is quite safe, although if you are on the street when the locals begin to get drunk, (any time between 0900 and 0300 these Blairite days) they may sound a little alarming. Just avoid eye contact or conversation with the bog-standard boozewhacked British arsehole, and he (or she) will leave you alone. The same goes for the miserable fauna who hang out on some of the corners, notably in Peter Street, asking, “lookin’ fer ladies, sir?” Mur is often tempted to make a smart-aleck reply, but this is unwise. You do not need these drug-riddled touts to help you find the ladies, since the doorway just behind them carries a bright cardboard sign reading, ‘busty brunette, all services’, and you can read English.

If you meet anyone on the stairs, it will usually be your predecessor descending from heaven, but if anybody inside the building asks you for money or offers advice, ignore them. Just get to the door and ring the bell. You will then meet the ‘maid’, an older woman of hideous appearance who probably worked the same flat in the early days of WWII. She will do one of three things:

(i) Usher you in to the bedroom, chortling, “come on in, darlin’, the lady will be wiv you in arf a minnit”.
(ii) Show you to a greasy chair, with, “she’ll be ten minnits, darlin’ - d’yer wanner wite?”
(iii) Open the door a chink and tell you, “Sorry darlin’, she’s busy an’ I’ve got anovver gennleman wytin’.”

That gentleman will be Murilloa, of course.

If you meet (iii), why, the next walk-up isn’t far away, although with Natalie and Angie it’s worth walking round the block and trying again. If it’s (i) or (ii) you may examine your prospective purchase with NO OBLIGATION to stay. If you don’t fancy her, decline politely and leave. Used to be that this would earn an ugly stream of invective for your parting back as you stumbled downstairs, but nowadays, hookers and maids like other Londoners are more service-conscious and will almost always smile gracefully or resignedly if you say you’ll try elsewhere.

(Once, decades ago, a door opened and a woman of forty-plus announced the price. “Yes, but may I see the young lady first?” asked junior Mur.
“I AM the young lady!", snarled the harridan, before cursing him down the stairs)

If (ii) the lady is busy and you decide to wait, you sit in the kitchen where the maid will try to strike up conversation. There is always a TV emitting its poisonous shite, and often a CCTV aimed at the alley or the stairs, showing, mirror-like, shadowy images of lurking old sex fiends like your good self. Mur usually asks for the newspaper, almost always ‘The Sun’, so as to compose himself and not have to chatter. In many of these premises, especially the Romilly Street orientals and Natalie of Lisle Street, you can hear through the partition the exertions of the customer before you. In Natalie's case, you can even hear our Russian beauty urging him on, ‘ohh yeah, ffucck zat poozy!”. Some mongers may find this upsetting, Mur enjoys it. Takes all sorts.

[Murilloa]

prices. mur is enjoying this so much, he’s almost forgotten the disagreeable subject. but soho has built three centuries of fame on being cheap and easy, so this part is not complicated. in every walk-up now, there is a menu on the bedroom wall, because very often the lady’s english does not stretch to explaining the range of prices and services. and the menu goes like this:

straight sex: £20. the cheapest fuck in london. at this price, she may not remove her bra, may or may not respond to your urgent thrustings with some movements of her own, and will certainly allow you only one position. some of them resent your asking for this basic service, especially if you look well dressed and able to afford more. but angie and natalie will give you a perfectly good fuck at this basement price. you are not expected to linger, and if you are still humpin’ after about five minutes, she will say something delicately charming like “c’mon now, spunk it up me” or even “nearly time love, you better come now”. bear in mind, that some of the other punters paying £20 are desperate bums: you are sharing with the riff-raff here. but at least you are conscious of the fact, unlike the married guy whose wife has bareback-fucked the plumber, the gardener, the supermarket car-park attendant and some biker she met outside the pub, all before serving hubby his evening cunnilingus when he arrives off the 2015 from waterloo.

where were we? yes, prices. next comes sex and french (cbj) £25 - the above, with a perfunctory cbj.

then the twenty minute special @ £45. mur’s preferred option. this buys you some leisurely foreplay, a conscientious covered blowjob, two or three positions, and a uniform if required: otherwise, uniform when available is £10 extra.

extras: daty, spanking, fisting, and [CodeWord117] are commonly but not invariably on sale, at £60 to £75, and some ladies offer an hour, presumably with two pops, for £100. natalie advertises bbbjcim for £100, which is expensive considering that a two-hour sacred rose party with the chance to cum five times with three girls is the same price.

kissing is almost unheard-of. ‘a’ (sometimes known as ‘greek’) is by no means universal, a point worth noting for latin gentlemen who are always keen on this variation - for some of them, sex isn’t sex without it. no racial slur intended, on the contrary mur believes that just as many english men like anal sex, it’s just that they tend to do it with guys…

note that les girls and the cottage, considered a cut above the ornery walk-ups, do not offer the basic £20 spurt-and-sprint option. they start at £45, thus outpricing the poorest scumbags and reducing the traffic. lori once confessed that she gets a little sore after ten or twelve, whereas when natalie reaches that number, she’s only warming up.

[Murilloa]

when you drag your money into view, your new girlfriend will ask for a pound or two for the maid. before going on the soho stroll, get a few £1 coins jingling in your pocket so as not to have to ask for change.

before the act, be sure that it is carefully and calmly agreed between you just what has and has not been paid for. do not part with your cash unless you know what your bought beauty is going to deliver. of course you may still get an ugly surprise, but these days most girls are proper professionals and will make it clear what they perform, and for what price.

during the show, be sensitive about your attitude. it is fairly easy to ‘read’ these girls and judge what they do and do not like you to say. at opposite ends of the scale are lori and natalie. lori likes to be taken hard, but with honeyed words, which her enamoured mur is happy to provide, telling her truthfully that she is the loveliest woman he has ever had the joy of fucking. in her heart of hearts, despite thousands of paid performances, lori doesn’t really believe that she is anything as cheap and nasty as a prostitute. natalie, on the other hand, glories in being a wh*re and wants you to know it and share it. gfe she ain’t, at least mur was never fortunate enough to have such a girlfriend. it’s all about empathy and respect, innit – remembering that these women are human, with feelings, not rubberised fuckdolls: treat them as the latter, and that’s how they’ll be for you, of course.

we’ve reached the point of solemn clichés, but one final piece of advice: when you have paid, and the lady asks you to undress and goes out to stash the wad – turn the radio down to lowest volume. there is always a ghetto-blaster in the bedroom, and there is no surer way of wasting your investment than finding that just as you are parting angie’s bum cheeks to slide the big boy home in ‘doggie’, inane pop music is interrupted ‘as we go over to the house of commons to hear mr blair’s speech’. this actually happened to mur, and since then he silences the fuckin’ radio every time, just in case. this also prevents your sweetheart from humming and singing along with her favourite jingle, just as you are powering up for the climax. if you are a true aesthete, you could perhaps bring along your own cd of beethoven’s string quartet in f major, opus 135.

on which melodious final note, let us conclude the soho stroll, wishing the bear and others luck and joy with this sacred square mile of lunnon town.