Blog  A,

Yes I know I have already posted blog B, but now that makes both A and B posted so I hope your all happy now or at least you will be by the end.

Let me take you back again to 1989, a very good year for hony times in my life.  I was a late starter when it comes to sex.   My first sexual experience was a blowjob on my 20th birthday in a cottage in Northampton but by the end of 1989 at the age of 23 I had had more quick blowjobs, one nights and kinky stuff than any one else I know.  I don't boast when I say, it was a bad day if I had not had at least one mouth round my cock.  However this like all the other blog posts will be about just one of the experiences.

If you know London and news paper history you may have heard of Fleet Street and off Fleet Street you may know of a pub called "The Thunderer", Of cause the name dose not matter nether why it has that name but just so you know, it was because the printing pressies in the building on one side of the pub made such a thunderous noise.  On the other side was a door and you when though the door and up the stars to a hairdressers salon.   Yes I know what fun a hairdressers!, well this was the first party my first love(for another story) and I when to in London.    

So invites been made and we all when to The Thunderer after work(remember I worked back stage in the west end) so we don't get to the pub until just before last orders or maybe it was after I'm not to sure, this pub was well know for lock-ins(a way for pubs to please there regulars and get around the licensing laws. Once the the doors are locked it's a private party and not a pub).  On this night owner said "we'r locking the doors so you should go home now"  Many people leave and those in the know stay.   By now I know it would be an all nighter, we stayed for one or was it two more rounds before asking to be let out to go next door.  The person on the door winked at me as we left not sure if I saw him later or not.  

Opening the next door to go up the hairdressing salon there's a staircase with very camp decor and TV screens (6 of them) going up.  In the day time when the salon was open they displayed hair styles and a like but now! each one was displaying a different porn movie,   The one at the top was the only one that had the sound on. Porn movies all the same sounds that don't sync with the action.  At the top of the stars we turned left in though the main doors.  Well think 70's pink, gold, camp.....and so on, I am sure all of you will be able to fill in the rest.  A glass of Champagne Sir, handed to me by a young man in a french maids outfit.  Not a Anne Summers sex game outfit but a proper one.  Each of the six hairdressing chars had a almost nude you man chained to it and there was 3 other maids milling around.  Can you imagine how my head was spinning and it was not from the d***k.  Did things like this happen? No, Yes, YES!!! WTF FUCK this was real.  These are all the thoughts going though my mind.

Well I was going to make this one blog but it's getting very long and I don't want to rush it. 

So end of Part 1 of blog A, Part 2 to come.