Well, we are if you take the plethora of massage services at face value. It turned out one of them was just round the corner from me.
I rang the bell with a shaky hand. Immediately the buzzer summoned me in, to be confronted by a security camera and another locked door.
A moment later the inner door was opened and a middle-aged woman invited me in. A less conducive environment to arousal would be hard to imagine, however.
No satin sheets, no mood lighting. A bare bulb hung starkly above the bed, as cold and uninviting as the trade it would illuminate. The door opened and an Asian girl came in, squeezed into gaudy underwear. She smiled, pecked me on the cheek and introduced herself. With that she was gone.
A second later, another similarly attired girl entered, left, then another, then another. Something for all tastes; young, older, slim, plumper. After the last girl had turned on her precarious heels, the receptionist returned and asked if I liked the look of any of the girls. We had a cat called Sophie once. My chosen companion reappeared and invited me upstairs. It was an odd feeling following her upstairs, watching her bottom wobble in its g-string confines and knowing I was about to have sex with her.
No drinks bought, no sparkling wit required. There were three upstairs bedrooms; cackling and theatrical porn movie moans leaked from their thin walls. She was actually quite cute, I thought, as I followed her into the room. I confirmed that I was a minute client.
A towel was laid out on the bed. Removing my underwear and placing it on the chair with the rest of my clothes, I assumed the position; face down. I opted for oil over powder, and did my best to relax. The massage was inexpert. A few minutes of this and she asked me to turn over. I tried an encouraging smile to belie the cock draped apologetically across my thigh.
She yanked it about a bit until it reached a workable state of tumescence, and then rolled the condom onto it with her mouth.
Still lying on my back, Sophie turned round and mounted me, bent over so her head was at my feet. Her anus stared accusingly at me as she worked up and down, quickly building speed, seemingly in an effort to get the procedure over as quickly as possible. I came, Sophie pretended to. There was no cuddling or spooning. She got up immediately and gave herself a thorough going over with some intimate wipes as I dressed.
She told me I was her fourth today. It was almost lunchtime. As an experience to chalk up on the blackboard of life, sure, why not? You leave with a desperately empty feeling inside. Anyone who develops a habit of it has my deepest sympathy.
Following this controversial article we received a letter putting forward the other side of the picture: I work for a charity that works to support both women who have been trafficked to the UK for the purposes of sexual exploitation, and women and girls involved in prostitution.
We offer a number of services including a drop-in centre, 1: Whilst I was pleased to read that Mr Cox did not glorify the experience, he did not give a balanced perspective of prostitution, which given the fact that this article will be read by numerous people, I have to say is very irresponsible indeed.
They give little thought to the issues surrounding it, choosing to remain ignorant to the dark, seedy, violent and damaging reality of prostitution. It is my belief that men need to start taking responsibility for their contribution to the sex trade, and educate themselves about the cold, harsh truths of the world of prostitution. Prostitution has, and always will be extremely dangerous and violating for the women involved.
Not only do they have to endure numerous acts of violence and sexual harassment, which quite frankly can only be termed as abuse, but the fact that women are treated as a commodity to be bought and sold for the pleasure of men only serves to perpetuate their subordinate position in society.
Why on earth would you want to contribute to this? You may be interested to learn that many women enter prostitution as children under the age of Whilst the age of sexual consent is 16, paying for sex with someone under the age of 18 is a criminal offence and the man is therefore guilty of child abuse. The women reported difficulties in areas such as problematic drug use, insecure housing and disproportionately frequent physical violence and sexual assault.
Yes, on a very simplistic level it is her choice to lay there and be pawed at by scores of men, day after day, night after night. I support and promote the model in force in Sweden whereby whilst selling sex is not illegal, buying it is. Illegality contributes to non-normalisation, which results in a decreased probability of men paying for sex.
It has also resulted in the reduction of trafficking into the country in comparison with countries that have legalised or decriminalised prostitution.
Whilst a response is not entirely necessary, it would be nice to know that you have received and read this. I would also really encourage you to give thought to the idea of publishing a follow-up article to give a voice to the women involved in prostitution.