Well I'll kick off.

My first time was as a 16 year old just starting out in life got my first job and went out with a work mate.

I think this guy kinda introduced me to prostitution we went for a night out Sunset Stip Club in Dean Street London.After we walked soho back then soho was very good for mongering.

First time walking those stairs as a vigin to have sex i remember it well still.Short while into the session i went soft and she couldn't get me started again.She said i cant belive you gone soft on me.

The girl was really nice i paid £60 for half hour but left very early the girl even gave me £20 quid back.......


I told my mate it was great.This actually led me not to visit any girls for sometime.I had alot of issues back then and really avoided any contact with girls.

I finally got my first proper girlfriend at 17 irish girl that went to the same sports club and was with her for a about a year.I didnt have any problems with her and cured any fears of being with a lady after.

So im over 18 now starting to visit london strip clubs Metropolis old axe pub the private dancing in there was full on.

There was a sauna in ilford call giggles girls near the havlock arms all good providers.I worked my way through all the girls there until i meet Melissa a beautifull russian blonde lady i would just visit her every sunday £70 for 40min cum twice lol.

This went on until she retired my last visit with Melissa was a all night visit for £600.

We kept intouch just via email but she retire back to her home country having made engough money working

Part 2 to follow
Finding Amsterdam
Park 118 Dora and more.....

Finding Amsterdam.......

I never really travelled in my early life mostly holidays parents and rest of the family i did alot of ten pin and was semi pro played alot of events in the uk travelling with parents all over the uk tournaments and cash games.This took quite alot of my early twenties.I came out of bowling after being unwell a couple of times and resulted in having very bad legs.Now have trouble walking and cant do any real sports.

So back to mongering.
I was with a work mate one day i said i never been abroad he put me onto a coach company local pickup and drop off.Wow Amsterdam return £30 he assured me it was a good trip and i booked lol.

So 10 hour coach there 10 hour in the city and 10 hour back home on the coach.

Mostly young people on the coach all mucking around finally we end by the victoria hotel being dropped of they all went off i was there still having done no reasearch on the city nothing.

I thought id just follow the crowds and walked down towarda dam square watching all the entertainers in the square.

I asked a girl where the red light district is she burst out laughing walking me across dam square and pointed down there and turn right your see all the windows.

I found the first group of windows and started to wonder how can they get away with this.

Tbc.

First impressions of Amsterdam walking down Sint annestraat and walking the sexyland area
Took me quite a while to walk down the alley tromp.

I visited one girl this day based just on looks a tall blonde girl in la vie en rose.Had a nice time which must have been very lucky as it made me return to ams if i have had a rip off or a bad time maybe i would never have come back.

I remember being so tired and really needing a sit down i did a boat cruise for 45min and fell asleep i missed the short cruise and the driver had to wake me up as i woke there was 3 or 4 people filming me lol.

Returning home on the coach i got chatting to a couple of young guys they said we come every month when this trip is on i decided ill be back.I was one of the oldest on the coach in my early thirties lol.

Later that year i saved up the euro and came back.

I booked a 4 day trip the first hotel i ever stayed in was hotel freeland a little way out near the holland casino.Also bsck then hotels was good value i paid 30 euro for a single room on the ground floor private shower these days are long gone.

I had done some research by now for the trip and i always like visiting brothels i found park 118 and would visit there one day.

My first visit to park 118.
So here i am making sure i have the right place and knock on the door it was answered by the maid of the house very tall blonde lady large build very friendly.

She told me to wait in the room and would i like a drink she gave me a coke and said i will introduce the girls and you can choose who you like or if no one.to your tastes you can come back.

I wasn't really that impressed with the lineup there i picked a lady called dora very plain looking lady nice body bulgarian lady seems very happy laughing and joking around.

I paid for the hour which was 90 euro back then good deal at the exchange rates back then.

I had one of my.best times body to body massage with oil blowjob and hand relief.I couldnt belive it someone better than Melissa who i had visited in ilford for years.
I made another booking with dora the next day for 2 hours

More of the same was had and enjoyed my time with dora when booking future trips i used to ring park 118 to check if dora was working there srill and would book daytime visits with her

So 3 or 4 day trips would work out pretty expensive being with dora 2 hours each day i always gave dkra 20 or 30 euro tip at the end of a session she started to complain not every.time you need it for your holiday

I would laugh and leave it for her.Where you going now she would say.I replied red light district dora would shake her head.
I really fell for dora and she ended up being my main reason for trips to amsterdam for a few years.Quite alot of my old trips report would be about park 118 and dora.

Tbc

Some of the ladies visited over the years in Amsterdam
Club Yin Yan in roermond.

Thanks for posting this, it was an excellent read! Only 16 eh? And I thought I started young! :-)

Anyway, here's my story... I also got started in the UK.

The idea was sparked when I was 18, although I didn't actually follow through until I was 20.

I was in a college class with a mature student who was very open about his mongering. We'd sit around a table during lunch transfixed as he'd tell stories about the massage parlours and independent escorts he'd visited, and we'd ask all kind of questions. Everyone thought it was a great laugh, but I have no idea if anyone else gave it any serious consideration, and it's hard to know what the other students really thought of him. But for me, dispelling the myths and learning about the realities of the industry is what opened me up a possibility that I would've never contemplated otherwise.

There was only one problem: I was a college student with no job, still living with my parents; I simply didn't have the money.

Fast forward two years: I was in university, 20 years old. My parents encouraged me to work over the summer after my first year to earn some extra money, so I got myself a temp job and earned enough to buy a decent laptop for uni, with a chunk of change left over to enjoy myself. I knew exactly what I would do.

I was terrified about getting discovered; my bank statements still went to my parents house, so I didn't dare withdraw enough in one go because that would raise question; instead, I'd only withdraw £20 every now and then until I had enough. I couldn't use their phone either; their bills were itemized, and mobile phones weren't common, so I had to use pay phones if I wanted to call anyone.

Nevertheless, I did my research online and found a very well-reviewed 30-year old independent escort that seemed like a good fit for the inexperienced; £120 an hour, GFE, everything included. So I sent an email to make an appointment, explaining that it would be my first time and that I might be a bit nervous or shy. She seemed very understanding and agreed to the appointment. Just to be sure that I'd have enough time to prepare myself, I made the appointment about a month in advance.

The wait was excruciating, but the day finally arrived. I was so excited that I didn't sleep too well. I'd never even had a girlfriend; everything that would happen on this day would be my first. I got up early, showering extra long to make sure I'd be as clean as possible. I told my parents that I was visiting a friend to help him fix his computer (I didn't go out much, so going out during the day required an explanation).

The next challenge was the journey. No smartphones and navigation systems; all I had was an address, some notes on public transport, and a few taxi phone numbers taken from the Internet. The journey involved a bus, a train, and then a taxi to the final location, taking around two hours in total. I'd never attempted to travel so far on my own before, and I was terrified I'd go wrong somewhere and get lost or arrive too late. But everything went smoothly, and I landed outside the apartment building right on time.

I pushed the button for the number of the apartment. The door unlocked and I walked inside. I was still terrified that something would go wrong; maybe she'd find me repulsive (I was rather self-conscious about my appearance), or turn me away for some other reason. I ascended the stairs to the room to find the door slightly ajar as she'd said. I pushed the door open and there she was, standing in the hallway, smiling and glowing with an aura of comfort and warmth. Here was the lady I was about to lose my virginity to, and she looked so much better than her photos.

After closing the door and greeting each other, she approached me and put her arms around me and kissed my lips. Oh my... it was really happening... I was already hard. Then she slipped her tongue between my lips. I really wasn't sure how I'd feel about that. Kissing for the first time was a strange experience; a little gross, yet for some reason so exciting, feeling her warm moist tongue against mine. She lead me to the bedroom, sat me down on the bed, and I handed over the envelope with the cash. I was so nervous that I was visibly shaking, but she was so friendly and able to put me at ease very quickly.

Every little thing was so exciting; every piece of clothing she removed as she slowly undressed us both. The excitement of being in the presence of a naked woman for the first time; a woman who's going to fuck me and seemed to be enjoying every moment of it. She laid me down on the bed, positioning herself on top and encouraged me to suck and lick her huge tits, and as she fully undressed the both of us, she slowly moved down my body and into a BBBJ. It's strange to me now, but I could've never imagined at the time how a woman could do something like that without being asked, much less seem to enjoy it.

Then she asked what I really wanted; "it would be a shame for you to leave without getting what you want". I didn't dare tell her that I wanted to eat her out, so I went less direct and asked if she'd do 69. She had me lay with my head at the end of bed and climbed on top. I'd never seen a pussy this close before, and as with the kissing earlier, it was something I wasn't sure I'd even enjoy, but nevertheless something I really wanted to try; I wanted to know how a woman tastes. Her faint natural scent turned me so much, and it wasn't long before I finished. I felt so bad about finishing on her face that I had to apologize, but she laughed about it and didn't seem to mind.

After cleaning up, she lay on the bed with her legs spread, and I moved to join her. "Where do you think you're going?" she said with a big cheeky grin. She must've sensed how much I enjoyed eating her and encouraged me to do it again. As I lay on my front with my head between her thighs, she explained how to do it and how she likes it - where and how to move my tongue and my fingers - and before long she became very wet and her body began to shake. I had no idea if she was faking it, but she seemed genuine to me. I was in disbelief; only this morning I'd never even kissed a girl, and here I was apparently making a woman orgasm with my tongue.

We tried to finish the session with her fucking me on top, but I struggled to manage a second time, so she ended up finishing me by hand upon her big beautiful boobs. I was slightly disappointed that I wasn't quite able to manage it during actual sex, but nevertheless, I'd had a mind-blowing wonderful time. It was nothing like I might've imagined paid sex to be prior to what I'd learned from my friend.

As we dressed, she asked where I was going and I mentioned taking a taxi back to the train station. "Oh, I can drop you off there if you want!". Very kind of her; she drove me in her car to the station, and as we parted, my mind was still racing and clouded from everything that had just happened.

I must've looked very happy on the way home; a random person approached me in the city to ask if I wanted to buy some weed. That had never happened to me before (and never since).

I was so thoroughly satisfied with the encounter that I had no sexual desires whatsoever for at least a week. It was like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

I did eventually tell my friend about it a few weeks later, and he put on a cool face about it (as it turned out, he had also visited the same girl), but honestly, I think underneath he felt guilty about influencing me into paid sex. Since then, he tends to downplay or avoid the subject in conversation. But I'm still appreciative for what he taught me; I have no regrets, and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

It would be over a year - and a few more UK encounters - before I had my first encounter in Amsterdam, but this post is already long enough, so I'll continue with that another time. ;-)

I started late. My first time was for my 30th birthday.

I’d been in a relationship with a much younger girl who was very sweet, but she had major anxiety issues around sex and body image issues (which she really had no reason to have because she was gorgeous, but these things aren’t really rational), so our sex life was quite lacking. We’d make out, she’s give me blowjobs and/or titfuck me (she had amazing perky D cups) maybe a few times a week, and she basically wouldn’t let me do anything for her other than rub her clit with my fingers. No fingering her, no DATY, no penetrative sex. It wound up killing our relationship. We’d been together nearly 2 years, we’d been on vacation together, met the families, all that, and I really loved her a lot, so when it ended, I was devastated.

Well, about 6 months after we’d broke up was my 30th birthday. I’d been very depressed and I decided I wanted to do something big for myself, both because it was my 30th and to try to snap me out of this funk. So, I’d been up late one night depressively binging TV, and HBO had a marathon of Cathouse, the reality show filmed in Dennis Hof’s Bunny Ranch. Up until that point, I hadn’t realized there was such a thing as legal prostitution, I thought it was illegal everywhere, and in the show, he had several pornstars working at his place. That got the wheel turning in my head. Go to Vegas, fuck a pornstar, that’s be a helluva 30th birthday, right? I went online and googled the Bunny Ranch and it turned out it was basically nowhere near Vegas, so that wasn’t really viable, but I found out there were similar places in Pahrump that offered a limo service from Vegas, and it turned out pornstar Sunset Thomas would be at the Chicken Ranch around the time I was looking at going. So I emailed her, and we set up a date, and I went and booked my flight and hotel. Got a first class flight and a suite at the Bellagio, because I’m a fucking baller.

Well, a few days before my trip, I get an email from Sunset Thomas. Her schedule had changed and she wouldn’t be available when I was there. It was too late to change my plans at that point, so I just decided fuck it, I’ll go out to the ranch anyway and just pick another girl. Wouldn’t be a pornstar, but I’d still be getting sex with a gorgeous woman.

So, a few days into my trip, I called the place, they gave me instructions on where to meet the driver. This guy named Kenny showed up in a black caddy, real cool guy, we chatted, he told me what to expect. I got there and opted to go straight to the parlour. The madame rang this buzzer and after a few minutes the ladies came out and lined up in front of me. I picked this absolutely stunning brunette named Shiloh. She was tall, had long, straight dark hair, probably a B or C cup with long legs and a great ass. Kind of an exotic look, I think she was part Native or Latina. I spent 3 hours with her, then she talked me into staying another hour and bringing in one of her friends, a tall redhead with big fake tits whose name I can’t recall. Had an absolutely incredible time, though I vastly overpaid (par for the course in Nevada).

A few months later, I was telling a buddy of mine about my experiences and he suggested I go to Amsterdam. He’d been years ago and loved it, though he hadn’t visited any of the ladies. I figured why not? So that fall, I made my first trip to Amsterdam. The rest is history.

Hmmm...good question.

I guess it all started with a lot of sexual frustration. Back when I was at university, I was a much younger, slimmer and far more handsome man than I am now. I had a girlfriend who was originally of Russian ancestry (with some European continental mixes) and she was a smoking hot babe back then. Your typical blonde Russian babe. I need to say no more...you can all imagine.

However, the main problem was that she refused to have vaginal/anal sex. The most I got was a body to body rub, a massage, lots of kissing, handjobs and if I was very, very lucky...she would lick/suck my cock for a couple of minutes.
The purpose of our relationship was purely for convenience (mostly for her). I would provide her with English lessons, some security/protection in a foreign country for her, we shared financial costs but I would mostly pay for the majority of things (I was far too old fashioned and traditional back then).

That relationship lasted over 18 months until she found someone 'better' and cheated on me. Then of course, she dumped me in a rather cruel manner. I am sure that there are many psychologists who could do a case study about me...and I guess it partially explains why that first incident led me to a path where I no longer believed in marriage and successful relationships with just one girl.

When I finished my undergraduate studies at 21, I was still technically a "virgin" and needed some form of release from my system. I went to de Wallen RLD of Amsterdam looking for a hot, young, blonde working girl. I found someone on Stoofsteg who claimed to be from Czechoslovakia. I paid for an hour long extended session with her and released all my inner frustrations. I fucked the shit out of her (for less than 10 minutes). Thankfully, she gave me a massage at the end. Her name escapes me but I remember she had the type of Russian, blonde beauty look that I used to crave and she seemed nice to interact with (on the surface). That was how I started having paid for sex.

How do I do it now?

I much prefer variety and quality of sessions. In the recent decade, I have tried more SM, black girls, mixed race girls, Asian girls, waterworks (squirting/pissing), anal (girls and ladyboys receiving anal from me), Thai ladyboys, MILFS, sexy grannies (and yes there are some quite sexy 50-60 year old working girl grannies out there!) etc.
I have a tough job and am in a significant leadership role so I have learnt to negotiate and state clearly exactly what I want with working girls before starting the sessions. You could say that I am a very experienced monger now and somewhat of a battle hardened cynic.

FYI, many years later I met my first girlfriend again and we dated briefly again...When she was older, she was much more open to a quick shag and I eventually got what I wanted. However, when she wanted to take the relationship to the next level. I cruelly cut her off in the same manner that she had done so on me.
I have since, continued happily with my mongering life.

THE END

Now im 49 bad legs and not very mobile its germany for me.

Fkk is the most perfect thing fkr me.
Sit down enjoy the views and the girls come to you.

During my adult life i never reslly bothered looking for
a girlfriend.I wouldnt want to have a partner that was like
me overweight unfit and definitely no catch.

I started visiting ts clubs ive always had a handjob liking and
started watching ts porn i always wonderd what a cock would be like.I dont like men but like ts and proper shemales.

I found out about a club call sweet Wednesday and visited one afternoon i had my first encounter with a ts there.I played with her cock which he/she enjoyed.

After several visits i sucked one of and also liked this.
After a couple of years visiting 3 clubs sheworld legs800 and occasional visit to sweet Wednesday i have a frriend and sexual partner who is a mistress ts lady.

Before the corona we was talking about meeting outside of the clubs and doing things properly in a hotel staying together for a couple of nights.We are keeping contact still but will be sometime before we get together.

So this is what ive been upto.
I definitely wont be marrid or anyrhing regular girlfriend now.
For me its going to be like this for how long im here for.

Im looking to book my next trip last weekend in august my mate wants to come this time he loved the fkk clubs in frankfurt.

During the corona and lockdown ive not been uoto anything and will need some relief soon.Im going to find a decent looking girl and abuse her body for a longtime
.

Big thanks to this forum as its helped be along the way many trips to Amsterdam avoiding scams and bad providers.

So the last 30 years have many fond memories of working girls.

Part Two:

My next two encounters both also happened in the UK. Somehow I managed to pull these off with my student loan without going into an overdraft; I was very a frugal student!

The second girl was a friend of the first girl I'd visited, so they shared the same apartment for appointments, which was convenient for me as I already knew how to get there. I didn't anticipate bumping into the first girl as I arrived, and I felt a bit guilty that she knew I was visiting her friend, but nevertheless she wished me a good time, and so in I went.

The second session was great, although it left me with a slight feeling of emptiness compared with the first. It certainly wasn't lacking in terms of activities and quality; the girl was a true sex professional and a real beauty - a girl that truly qualifies for that second 'B' in BBW - but I guess maybe we just didn't quite click in terms of personality.

The third girl was a little different: A 40-something Polish MILF, and also the first slim girl I'd visited. She carried out sessions on a sheet laid out across her living room floor; it was a little different to anything I've experienced before or since, and she was one of the very few girls I've visited with a bit of bush; a rare thing that I miss these days.

Once again I had a great time, and she became the first girl to finish me off via actual sex, but something was still a little lacking in the experience. Perhaps she may have been uncomfortable with how young I was. She was nice and friendly enough, but I also remember her alluding to my inexperience and saying how I'd get better at sex in the future. Well, at least she was honest.

Now onto Amsterdam...

I never planned to visit Amsterdam. In fact, I didn't even know where Amsterdam was or what it was famous for when I landed an interview for a one year work placement in the Netherlands (Geography wasn't my speciality). Nevertheless, my interview went well, and before long I was flying out to live for a year in this wonderful country!

It would still be a couple of months before I first visited Amsterdam, and my first visit wasn't alone. See, I spent my student year in a shared house with the owners - an elderly couple - who were very nice people, and knowing that I was interested, they offered to take me out for a day to show me around Amsterdam. Of course this meant I wouldn't be visiting any girls on my first trip, but at least I'd get a good impression of the city guided by people who knew it well.

Incidentally, it was preparation for that day that lead me to discover this website!

My first day in Amsterdam was nice; mostly just wandering around shopping streets/malls, brown cafes, flower market, etc.. I honestly don't remember too much of the daytime because my memories are so overshadowed by the evening. The couple deliberately waited until the darker hours to show me around De Wallen. I still remember my first sights of De Wallen as we wandered in from the China Town area; I could hardly believe what I was seeing. Girls tapped on windows, beckoning me inside. At one point, my landlady offered to wait outside if I wanted to see a girl (I'm still not sure if she was serious!).

De Wallen wasn't exactly as I'd pictured it. The operative term is "windows"; no-one calls them doors. So I'd imagined big "shops" with windows in which girls were standing "on display", much like how the best outfits are put on display in the windows of a clothes shop. One would need to go inside if interested, where more girls might be available, though unseen from outside. Of course, it's nothing like that.

Throughout our first part of De Wallen tour, my landlady lamented about how much De Wallen had shrunk over the years, but was later surprised (on my direction) to discover a "new" area around Sexy Land. It had obviously been a long time since they'd been there, but I'd done my homework and I already knew where to go. The tourist became the guide! I was the one to who introduced them to Tromp; the narrowest street in Amsterdam!

Of course, I couldn't wait for my second trip to Amsterdam; this time I'd be alone!

But this trip had to be special; something different. I didn't just want to get laid; I'd done enough research already to know that any "standard" experience in De Wallen would pale in comparison to anything I'd already had in the UK. No. I wanted to experience something new and exciting that I might never get a chance to do outside of Amsterdam.

So I arrived in Amsterdam and headed straight to Bloedstraat.

I've written about my first experience in De Wallen several times on this forum, so I'll keep this brief: The girl I approached had a friend - both TS - so my first experience in De Wallen ended up being a threesome, getting boned in my ass and mouth at the same time. The girls really seemed to enjoy it too, and didn't rush the session; something I later discovered to be quite a rarity in De Wallen, especially for the €100 that I'd paid (€50 each). It was certainly an exhilarating introduction to paid sex in Amsterdam to say the least! I did not leave disappointed.

I visited De Wallen a few times during that year, but nothing ever came close to that first encounter. The real girls simply couldn't compete with what I'd experience in the UK, and I never had a TS encounter on the same level as that first threesome.

I also visited my first privehuis that year; a nerve-wracking experience where around a dozen uninterested looking ladies all sat around a bar in uncomfortable silence, expecting clients to start a conversation. I was lucky enough to have a fantastic first experience with a gorgeous young blond Dutch girl, especially at €75 an hour, but this may have been a fluke as my follow-up visits weren't so nice; this amazing girl I'd visited first had left.

As my year in the Netherlands came to a close, I tried to make the most of my remaining opportunities, and visited De Wallen a little more often. That said, I did miss the friendly independent escorts and GFE from the UK that I couldn't seem to find in the Netherlands. I honestly wasn't sure what I wanted in my life at that point. All I knew is that I was going back to the UK for my last year of university, and I might never have a chance to live in the Netherlands again.

For what it's worth, I'm bi (kinda, I lean more towards straight than gay), so I've had a few experiences with both genders. Regarding TS, they're definitely girls as far as I'm concerned. It's not something I can really explain well; but my experiences with TS girls have been much closer to that of being with a natural girl than a natural guy, regardless of what "equipment" she has downstairs.

I suppose that can vary somewhat depending on individual TS girls though.

Oh Wow.

This thread sent me down a rabbit hole, and I ended up at the site of Marc Perkel, one of my biggest sources of inspiration that convinced me to try paid sex 17 years ago. I think it's still worth a read today.

Apparently he died in 2018. Such a shame, he seemed so smart and down-to-earth about everything. I have no idea if he ever went to Amsterdam, or even outside the USA, but I think he would've been a great fit for this forum.

I have had a pretty healthy sex life with girlfriends, although I started kind of late compared to my friends. I lost my virginity when I was around 21 yo or so. Nonetheless I had a large collection of porn mags prior to that from when I was a teenager. I've always been a bit of a perv. My first trip to AMS was when I was 18 and I was way too shy to even venture into the RLD. When I was 22 I was passing through Nevada and stopped at the Mustang Ranch outside Reno to see what it was all about. The line of ladies came in and I selected a nice looking Asian MILF. She was less attractive up close, but mainly she seemed quite bored and I had performance anxiety so I barely got hard and never came. Still I high-fived myself for the experience.

I had some more girlfriends and had a good sex life with them, but always thought there must be more to this PFP thing. The next time passed through AMS was when I was 24 and, again, was too shy and inexperienced to buck up and walk up to a door to negotiate. I limited myself to sightseeing.

Fast forward 15 years and I was passing through AMS again. This time with enough life experience to be brave enough to go for it. I toured through the RLD, and after at least an hour found the perfect type for me: short, curvy, and friendly Adelina on Monnikenstraat. That kamer is burned into my memory because, not only did I spend hours there every day for a few days, but I made a detour back through AMS after my business trip for a few more days. Adelina and I had a very nice time together, and I dare say became fairly close over a few subsequent trips. She retired after saving up €100,000.

I found ignatzmice and started educating myself on the rest of the mongering universe. Discovered FKKs are even better than the AMS RLD. Discovered Society Service and other escorts. In short it has been a long and satisfying journey.

P.S. what a great site:

Gosh, this thread took me back, but then that's what I like about Ignatzmice; it reminds me of when sex was mysterious and new in that way that it is in your teens and early twenties (and what a massive burden it was too!).

Unlike a lot of the posters here, I actually visited Amsterdam to try out P4P for the first time and liked it enough to go home and do it in the UK (in Edinburgh, near where I was a student in fact); after that there was a decade plus gap between my first mongering trip to city in 2005 and my next one in 2019 (I'd visited once in between but couldn't get away from non-mongering friends to try the windows again).

I'd been tempted by P4P since my late teens, but growing up in my local area the local red-light district was dominated by streetwalkers, most of them older and/or drug addicts; so for a long time my fear of getting robbed/stabbed/AIDs/arrested over-ruled my occasional lust at the sight of the scantily clad street ladies who'd chance their arm at my drunken late teenaged self.

Unfortunately, I was very hung up about sex (and life in general) for most of my teenage years and well into my twenties. While I wasn't completely socially inept, I'd only had two girlfriends by age 22 and really struggled with staying hard during sex; what I didn't realise back then was that I just didn't like condoms (somewhat ironic given how many I've had to use since deciding to go with a P4P sex life, but there you go) and was a bit neurotic about life. When one of my friends from back home said they wanted an Amsterdam trip and mentioned they'd previously banged some window girls (though they always went mainly for the drugs--mushrooms were a great favourite) I signed on, happy to take the chance of getting sex without the fear of failure to spoil things (in that I knew the girl wouldn't care if I didn't get/stay hard, and so my own insecure ass was not on the line).

Of course once I actually got to Amsterdam I was a wreck, but after a couple of days of staring at the windows and panting, I worked up the nerve to approach an older black MILF (I specifically didn't go with one of the younger and better-looking women there because being with a super-attractive one would have made me far too self-conscious). I remember being both terrified and deeply in lust at the same time once the session started, but seeing a woman get naked so quickly and straightforwardly was something of a turn-on and still is. I ended up going soft on her after two positions, and then her somehow getting me off with oral through the condom, a feat which still impresses me to this day, as covered oral is very difficult to get me off with (though I can enjoy it if the SP is good).

Walking out I knew I'd finally found a way to get laid without the fear of (in my case) performance issues. I started trying the Edinburgh saunas after that and carried on what I now call my first period of P4P until 2010, when I got into my first serious relationship, and quit punting for a while (i.e. till it all fell apart a few years later). In some ways punting helped me figure out a lot of issues as a young guy, and in some ways it still does (though it also has its downsides, from the expense to allowing me to avoid putting in the work I'd need to get laid regularly in the civvy world). But I definitely get better sex with SPs now I was older than when I was first starting out. I got lucky with my first punt, but a lot of the early ones in the UK were ropy, often because I still didn't understand what got me off in bed very well and couldn't tell the SPs what I liked. Those days I'm happy to say are behind me.

I remember my first time was when I was backpacking around Europe for 3 months before an Erasmus year in France. I was about 22 at the time and didn't have any problem with the ladies, but for some reason I just couldn't get what I fantasized about - older women.

So there I was in Amsterdam. I was too busy trying to chase tail at the hostel near Vondelpark I was staying at to venture into the RLD - I met an intoxicatingly beautiful Russian girl that was just as big a tease as she was gorgeous. The next night I hooked up on the gross wet shower floor of a handicapped bathroom with a girl who had to leave in the morning - we didn't even know each other's names.

Finally, on a Monday - my last full day in Amsterdam, with everyone that I had met and partied with had parted ways, I was on my own, I decided to go check it out and see what's good for the day shift. Maybe I was too new and didn't know where I was going, maybe it was too early in the day on Monday where there weren't many girls, but I was just looking for an older woman to fuck (think 40 something, hot bodied pornstar milf - essentially Emma from Bulgaria that is now retired). Instead I found a blonde, dutch woman that was probably well into her 50's, a little heavier than I would have liked, but something about her made my dick go 'let's do this'.

It wasn't really any kind of amazing life changing sex. What was more life changing was how easy it was. I'd been used to the college scene and now the hostel backpacker scene, where everyone is trying to get laid, and you've got to put in the effort, and be funny, and social, and competitive against the other guys trying to do the exact same thing and even then it still doesn't always work out.

50€ could get me any desire. Milf, 10/10 EE beauties, girls with big tits, girls with a small ass, skinny girls with big tits, dominas, the list goes on. And the thrill of being able to walk in and have sex with a perfect stranger was so good it scared me a bit. So much so, that I hadn't visited a prostitute until at least 2 years later, again in Amsterdam for New Years, which is when I met Emma. The sultry, tight bodied, exotic type of MILF that teenage me jerked off to countless times in my adolescence. What really sealed it for me and brought my to the height of pleasure was when she asked if I want 69. Of course I did, and when she straddled her pussy over my face, revealing her giant pussy/pussy lips (another fantasy of mine), it didn't take much else for me to cum.

Since then, I've gotten more comfortable with frequenting the windows, private escorts, street girls (in rare, but certain occasions), and asking for what I want. Typically MILF, but also asking if they can do golden shower, which I have only experienced with prostitutes. I've probably had around 75-100 women piss in my mouth since then and I don't regret a thing.

I'm surprised so many girls are willing to do this. I don't usually dare to ask unless I'm pretty confident that the girl will agree to it, as I'm always afraid she'll think worse of me, and I can also imagine some girls might be less keen to DFK after knowing I'm into that.

On the other hand, of the few girls I've asked, none of them have ever said no, so maybe I just lack confidence?

I'm curious if you ever got any negative reactions by asking for this?

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I've been mongering for around 8 years now, and it took some time to work up the courage. First few times were with escorts that explicitly state that Golden Shower is one of their practices in their ad, just to see if the fantasy from porn is something I'd enjoy in real life. It was a lot easier to approach someone who I already knew is okay with it.

When I'm cruising the windows in Brussels/Antwerp/Den Haag/AMS, it takes a bit of courage for sure at first to ask if they do GS, but once I get going with the question it becomes a lot easier. I start with the negotiation at the door first for basic F&S, then ask if they do extras, the girl will usually ask 'like what?' and I'll sheepishly lead into domination..Pee?

Some girls say no problem, some girls apologetically say no and that's the worst that can happen. Sometimes, if I still want a session with the girl, I'll just say 'that's okay, I'd still really like to come in' and they are very happy!

The problem is when a girl you don't know says okay, tacks on an extra 30-50€, but ultimately can't pee. Conversely, if a girl says 'come back in an hour so I can prepare' you know it's going to be good. I also have a few regular girls I like to visit, because I know they are consistent and I think some actually like it. One girl I know in Brussels doesn't upcharge me and gets really excited when it's time for her to piss during our time.

I also look for a vibe from the girl's appearance that helps (is she wearing thigh-high latex boots and BDSM stuff? Big giveaway obviously), and I typically go for older women who seem to be more experienced, thus responsive to requests that we seem to think are quite odd, but they've heard it all. I've been told this a few times because after the deed is done, when I thank them for accommodating my request, as bizarre as I may think it is and to which some have said 'It's requested more than you think!'.

I think it's important to remember that these girls are pros and to not be self concious about it.

Thanks for sharing your experience dvs8373!

I think one of my issues is that many of my experiences have not been great, including my first few.

My first experience was with a window girl named Irene in De Wallen who was known for BDSM (I guess this was around 2008?). She had a website on which golden showers were advertised, so I contacted her to arrange an appointment in advance with "face sitting and peeing" so that she could be adequately prepared. What could go wrong? Well, first she didn't take my hint and just stood over me to pee on my body, but even at that she wasn't able to actually pee! I left her room assuming that she probably never intended to do it and only agreed to it to get me through the door.

It would be a year or two before I'd ask another girl. After all, if a BDSM girl who advertises it won't do it, what chance would I have with any other girl?

So my second experience was with an independent escort named Blue Ramoon from Kinky. She also advertised soft SM and golden showers. She was actually able to do it, but shied away from my face or mouth (maybe I should've been more assertive). It was OK, but not really what I'd hoped for.

My third experience was a privehuis girl who I was visiting regularly at the time, but did not advertise it. We only did it once and I got the impression that she wasn't really comfortable with it despite agreeing to it. I didn't really enjoy it much because she hadn't really prepared and was way too salty for my taste.

I've had a few better experiences since then. Dita was amazing, but unfortunately stopped offering it a few years ago. Lynn and Hessa were also amazing, but they're SM only (no sex) and have since increased their fees.

Currently I'm lucky enough to know a privehuis girl who I visit regularly who will do it. She's also great, and has the rare ability to actually facesit me while doing it. It's not something I'll ask for every time; maybe once every 5 or 6 session (I've gotta be in the right mindset for it), but she definitely seems to understand exactly what I want from it.

I also visit another girl regularly, and I'd absolutely love to do it, but I haven't yet had the courage to ask her. Thing is, she's more of the "sweet girl" type than the "kinky" type, and I don't want to give her the "wrong" impression of me (The other girl who does it also does SM and was already pretty kinky in our sessions, e.g. she'd just spit in my mouth without asking, which is why I was more confident in asking her).

Overall, I'd say I've only encountered about 5 girls who really do it well, and even with girls who agree to it, it's often not a great experience.

Like the OP I also became a regular at Gigglesgirls in Ilford, Tabitha was my regular there I thought she was really hot, maybe a touch on the chubby side but she pressed all my buttons but when they closed down & she moved back to Scotland that was a bit too far to go for a 40 min visit! Not long after I moved to Belgium and Ghent was my go-to, the RLD there is pretty good, nice selection of girls & cheap. I’m in Switzerland now & although the choice of girls within half an hour of me is huge they know how to charge (Switzerland ain’t a cheap place), & I’m paying 3-4 times what I was in Belgium. But happy memories of Giggles, Tabby, Tara & some other girls when I was starting out.