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I Slept With 1,000 Prostitutes

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Hey guys...

This is an article I read when I was an amateur punter and found it very interesting. Apologize if its well known on this website, it seems like it could be.

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http://www.guardian....ures.magazine37

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The brothel creeper

As the debate rages about the pros and cons of legalising prostitution, Sebastian Horsley - a man who's slept with more than 1,000 prostitutes - gives a controversial and candid account of his experience of paying for sex

I remember the first time I had sex - I still have the receipt. The girl was alive, as far as I could tell, she was warm and she was better than nothing. She cost me £20.

I was 16 then and I'm 41 now. I have spent 25 years throwing my money and heart at tarts. I have slept with every nationality in every position in every country. From high-class call girls at £1,000 a pop to the meat-rack girls of Soho at £15, I have probably slept with more than 1,000 prostitutes, at a cost of £100,000.

I am a connoisseur of prostitution: I can take its bouquet, taste it, roll it around my mouth, give you the vintage. I have used brothels, saunas, private homes from the internet and ordered girls to my flat prompt as pizza. While we are on the subject, I have also run a brothel. And I have been a male escort. I wish I was more ashamed. But I'm not. I love prostitutes and everything about them. And I care about them so much I don't want them to be made legal.

In English brothels you shuffle into a seedy room so dim you can only meet the girl by Braille. But in New York last year I sat on a four-poster bed while 10 girls paraded in front of me one by one, like bowls of sushi on a carousel. 'Hi,' they would say, 'I'm Tiffany', 'I'm Harmony', 'I'm Michelle', and I would rise and kiss them. It was so touching, so sweet, so kind. There should always, no matter what, be politeness. It is the way the outside world should work, selfishly but honestly.

The great thing about sex with whores is the excitement and variety. If you say you're enjoying sex with the same person after a couple of years you're either a liar or on something. Of all the sexual perversions, monogamy is the most unnatural. Most of our affairs run the usual course. Fever. Boredom. Trapped. This explains much of the friction in our lives - love being the delusion that one woman differs from another. But with brothels there is always the exhilaration of not knowing what you're going to get.

The problem with normal sex is that it leads to kissing and pretty soon you've got to talk to them. Once you know someone well the last thing you want to do is screw them. I like to give, never to receive; to have the power of the host, not the obligation of the guest. I can stop writing this and within two minutes I can be chained, in the arms of a whore. I know I am going to score and I know they don't really want me. And within 10 minutes I am back writing. What I hate are meaningless and heartless one-night stands where you tell all sorts of lies to get into bed with a woman you don't care for.

The worst things in life are free. Value seems to need a price tag. How can we respect a woman who doesn't value herself? When I was young I used to think it wasn't who you wanted to have sex with that was important, but who you were comfortable with socially and spiritually. Now I know that's rubbish. It's who you want to have sex with that's important. In the past I have deceived the women I have been with. You lie to two people in your life; your partner and the police. Everyone else gets the truth.

Part of me used to enjoy the deception. There was something about the poverty of desire with one's girlfriend. Sex without betrayal I found meaningless. Without cruelty there was no banquet. Having a secret life is exhilarating. I also have problems with unpaid-for sex. I am repulsed by the animality of the body, by its dirt and decay. The horror for me is the fact that the sublime, the beautiful and the divine are inextricable from basic animal functions. For some reason money mitigates this. Because it is anonymous.

What I hate with women generally is the intimacy, the invasion of my innermost space, the slow strangulation of my art. The writer chained for life to the routine of a wage slave and the ritual of copulation. When I love somebody, I feel sort of trapped. Three years ago I was saved. I found a girl whom I could fall in love with ... and sleep with prostitutes with. She sends me to brothels to sleep with women for her. I buy her girls for her birthday and we go to whorehouses together. I am free forever from the damp, dark prison of eternal love.

A prostitute exists outside the establishment. She is either rejected by it or in opposition to it, or both. It takes courage to cross this line. She deserves our respect, not our punishment. And certainly not our pity or prayers.

Of course, the general feeling in this country is that the man is somehow exploiting the woman, but I don't believe this. In fact, the prostitute and the client, like the addict and the dealer, is the most successfully exploitative relationship of all. And the most pure. It is free of ulterior motives. There is no squalid power game. The man is not taking and the woman is not giving. The whore fuck is the purest fuck of all.

Why does a sleazy bastard like me like whores so much? Why pay for it? The problem is that the modern woman is a prostitute who doesn't deliver the goods. Teasers are never pleasers; they greedily accept presents to seal a contract and then break it. At least the whore pays the flesh that's haggled for. The big difference between sex for money and sex for free is that sex for money usually costs a lot less.

But it is more than this. What I want is the sensation of sex without the boredom of its conveyance. Brothels make possible contacts of astounding physical intimacy without the intervention of personality. I love the artificial paradise; the anonymity; using money, the most impersonal instrument of intimacy to buy the most personal act of intimacy. Lust over love, sensation over security, and to fall into a woman's arms without falling into her hands.

Having an instinctive sympathy for those condemned by conventional society, I wanted to cross the line myself. To pay for sex is to strip away the veneer of artifice and civilisation and connect with the true animal nature of man. Some men proudly proclaim that they have never paid for it. Are they saying that money is more sacred than sex?

But one of the main reasons I enjoy prostitutes is because I enjoy breaking the law - another reason I don't want brothels made legal. There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it desirable. When I have dinner every evening in Soho I always think: isn't scampi delicious - what a pity it isn't illegal. I'm sure I am not alone in this. Even Adam himself did not want the apple for the apple's sake; he wanted it only because it was forbidden.

As for the girls, the argument is that making it legal will somehow make it safer, but Soho has one of the lowest crime rates in the country. Anyway, crime and risk are part of the texture of life. Indeed, Freud tells us: 'Life loses interest when the highest stake in the game of living, life itself, may not be risked.' Risk is what separates the good part of life from the tedium.

I decided to ask my Claudia, my favourite prostitute. I first spotted her in the street in Knightsbridge 10 years ago and was so taken by her haunted beauty that I decided to follow her. There was an air of great quality about Claudia. The faces of English girls look as if there is not enough materials to go round. They have thin lips and papery eyelids, box jawbones, prominent Adam's apples and withered hearts. Claudia looks Mediterranean - her lips are full and curly, her nostrils flared, her eyes black and as big as saucers.

She walked and I stalked all the way to Soho and down Brewer Street. No. No way. She couldn't be! She turned, and walked into a brothel. I couldn't believe it. I could fuck Raquel Welch for £25.

When I ask if she wants prostitution legalised, she reacts violently: 'No way! I tried to take a regular job a few months ago. After tax and national insurance I was left with practically nothing. So I came back here. On a good day here I can take £500. I don't have a pimp, so after paying the overheads and the maid I've got more than enough.' There you are. Income tax has made more liars out of the British people than prostitution.

I know a little bit about the business side. Someyears ago I became a madam and a male escort. I turned one of the rooms in my flat in Shepherd Market into a knocking shop and joined an escort agency. I went into prostitution looking for love, not money. That said, I always took cash. The women wanted company, someone willing to please at the midnight hour, and straight sex. It was nerve-wracking wondering if I was going to be able to get it up orget on, but at least I had a valid reason for liking my lovers - they paid me. I didn't care if someone called me a whore and a pimp.

So you see, I have always been a prostitute by sympathy. As for the rest of society, prostitution is the mirror of man, and man has never been in danger of becoming bogged down in beauty. So why don't we leave it alone? Or learn to love it, like me? Sex is one of the most wholesome, spiritual and natural things money can buy. And like all games, it becomes more interesting when played for money. And even more so when it is illegal.

Hookers and drunks instinctively understand that common sense is the enemy of romance. Will the bureaucrats and politicians please leave us some unreality. I know what you are thinking. That it's all very well for people like me to idealise whores and thieves; to think that the street is somehow noble and picturesque; I have never had to live there. But so what? One day I will. Until such time, I have to pay for it. How else would someone young, rich and handsome get sex in this city? Yes, yes, I know. Prostitution is obscene, debasing and disgraceful. The point is, so am I.

What do you guys think...

Heres a video by him aswell:

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Yes I've seen that. There was a recent thread along the lines of "how many girls have you had sex with", no doubt someone will post a link.

I'm only up to about 200 but I hope I live long enough to reach the 1000 mark.

<Bert goes and prays to his God>

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Newb did you mean to post this on both General Discussion and Requests for Information?

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Newb did you mean to post this on both General Discussion and Requests for Information?

I posted it in requests section by mistake! So I re-posted in General discussion. Hopefully the mods can delete the other one.

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Hey, thanks for sharing. I for one have never come across this before. Well, you could say I've lived a "sheltered" life till recent :)

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Seen the article but not the video.

Can't say I agree with all his views, but the info on walk-ups never having men inside was useful as I've never visited one.

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I love the way some people really dramatise their love/sex stories/life and stuff.

For me its simple. I have hormones. I get hardons. I like hot girls. I want to perform sex acts and have sex with hot girls....If I cant get them for ''free''. I guess I'll have to pay a hooker. More money=more hookers.

Maybe Im just a simple guy but some people go way OTT and stuff. For me I dont even keep tabs Id sleep with a hot hooker 4-7 days per week if I had the money. If I done it for 40 years well thats over 1000 women for sure. But Ive always thought its not how many women you had sex with that matters its when did you last have sex and when are you next having sex and how attractive are the girls. Thats what is important to me. Maybe I sleep with 3000 women but no sex for 6 months. Or sleep with 5 women and having sex with a model every day this week. I know what is more relevant

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This article was discussed previously few times. Unfortunately most of the threads about it gone, as they was not updated for a year.

Guy in the article, (Sebastian Horsley) passed away in June last year.

Here is a two threads which are still on the forum.

http://www.punternet.com/forum/index.php/topic/14899-the-brothel-creeper/

http://www.punternet.com/forum/index.php/topic/8441-rip-sebastian-horsley/

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Seen the article but not the video.

Can't say I agree with all his views, but the info on walk-ups never having men inside was useful as I've never visited one.

Ive only been to a walk up once and it had a guy in it. He was sitting with the maid but didnt look at me or say anything to me...

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Ive only been to a walk up once and it had a guy in it. He was sitting with the maid but didnt look at me or say anything to me...

And how was the walkup compared to an escort? Is it worth the reduced price?

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I just passed 300, but I totally agree with him.

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fall into a woman's arms without falling into her hands

about sums it up really...

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And how was the walkup compared to an escort? Is it worth the reduced price?

Ive not been to an escort yet, so cant comment.

All of my punting is from brothels and street curbs. But after no kissing rule and fucking a hand-ful it doesnt even feel like sex anymore. Just feels like wanking into a hole.

So saving my money up for an escort. Will let you know after ive been!

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what is walk up?

street worker?

No, a walk-up is usually found in Soho and is one lady working alone with just a maid, usually offering 'quickie' services, so you just see the card on the door and 'walk on up'.

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Spoilt brat who couldn't cope in the real world that didn't have an identity so chose one and spent all the cash on drugs and prostitutes. Loser.

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Spoilt brat who couldn't cope in the real world that didn't have an identity so chose one and spent all the cash on drugs and prostitutes. Loser.

??? What does that relate to?

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??? What does that relate to?

Who else ? Sebastian Horseley.

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Spoilt brat who couldn't cope in the real world that didn't have an identity so chose one and spent all the cash on drugs and prostitutes. Loser.

funny I see this in me also though, I mean I dunno what to talk to girls about and I dont want to commit a LTR. Using hookers is an easy kop out. I mean talking to and getting to know girls and stuff is far beyond me. Its easy to use girls just for sex right. Just financially it aint

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Spoilt brat who couldn't cope in the real world that didn't have an identity so chose one and spent all the cash on drugs and prostitutes. Loser.

If you see any of his interviews, he seems a like a pretty intelligent and sharp guy, he did a good piece for the Culture Show on Saint Sebastian. I wouldn't call someone with his obvious intelligence a loser, although he does come across as someone you'd love to hate.

For those who do like this guy, Stephen Fry's production company has got rights to make a film of his memoirs. http://www.screenrush.co.uk/news/films/news-18449721/

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Can match the 4-figure mark I would guess but nothing to boast about obviously.

But if you see enough women, you get to see some sensational women, utterly sensational and thank god for them as well as the simply really nice ones who may fade into the recesses of one's memory eventually but deserve so much thanks too.

Would I do it again - yes. So may women are just so great to be with and if you're not a relationship guy from choice or personality or incompetence (me all three), it's not a bad hobby - there's a word.

Just came in from an utterly brilliant time from what would have appeared an unpromising source and only underlined the often made point that it's the woman and not the price or location.

Helps to be courteous, smiley, respectful and sharing though.

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Only a 1,000 women ? Bof, come back when you have some real milage on your clock !

You usually find that the guys with the really high numbers know they have a problem, and dont like to think about the statistics.

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Ive not been to an escort yet, so cant comment.

All of my punting is from brothels and street curbs.

So, NewbPunt, how do you differentiate (sorry about the long word) between an escort and the ladies you meet in brothels and on the street? Think about your reply, because it will tell us a lot about you.

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If you see any of his interviews, he seems a like a pretty intelligent and sharp guy, he did a good piece for the Culture Show on Saint Sebastian. I wouldn't call someone with his obvious intelligence a loser, although he does come across as someone you'd love to hate.

For those who do like this guy, Stephen Fry's production company has got rights to make a film of his memoirs. http://www.screenrus.../news-18449721/

I think there is a Dandy in us all and it seems the Dandy always loses in the end. Part of the ritual it appears. I liked Sebastian Horsley, but just felt there should have been more to him. I feel a little let down by him. An intelligent believable guy, definately not a fake but a wasted potential. One particular 'Alice' who for some strange reason decided not to go down the rabbit hole.

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