I thought I would never post here. I am only a taker, and not a giver. I browsed the site to fulfil some hidden desires, but never acted on it. Recently I made a deal that if a business deal was successful that I'd finally find a paid girl.

I am so lame, even after the deal was completed I still kept talking myself out of sex with a prostitute. I am from an ultra religious orthodox family. Maybe it's hard for you to understand me, but perhaps it is hard to understand anyone if you haven't been in their shoes.

I live on south HK island, so not much action around me anyways, but I found myself is TST tonight. I randomly got a taxi to Temple Street on a whim. I thought if I can't bring myself to contact an agent for a hotel girl, and I can't enter a sex building maybe I could walk by and do some window shopping.

I didn't know exactly where to look on Temple Street and I did not want to stare at any normal girls disrespectfully. I walked up the street nervously - my heart was pounding rapidly and my hands sweaty and cold. I walked up and then back down the entire street and saw no one that I could be sure was a sex worker. I decided to give up and head home, but was quite thirsty due to the humidity. I found a 7-11 and went in for a water and ice coffee. As I stepped inside I happened to glance down the street and saw two girls. I almost feel over due to my lack of coordination in that moment as I both stepped inside and tried to look more closely and carefully. My nervous heart pumped madly again so much so that I could feel my chest moving from the pressure. I hurriedly bought my two drinks and nervously stepped back outside to confirm whether what I saw was accurate or not.

On stepping back outside I caught a firm view of some scantily clad ladies and I slowly walked in their direction while looking back to the canter of the street with all the stalls selling basic HK junk. Maybe the girls knew I was looking but not looking and as I walked past one of them reached out to me and gently touched my hand.

I felt like a prey, a deer stuck in the headlights frozen and overcome in the moment, petrified. I was not in control of myself. I turned my head to look at her and she smiled at me. A gentle smile and I immediately felt a rush of blood in my pants. I did not know what to say, I just stood there with my body facing away from them, but with my head turned and fixated on them. My mouth was open. She reached out her hand again and took my hand in hers. I let her. She turned to walk away and pulled me along. I followed. I don't know where we went. I just remember walking up some damp disgusting staircase, entering a cramped subdivided flat and her closing the door behind me. As soon as the door shut my heart pumped again and lots of fears and doubts raged in my mind. I need to leave I said. I do not know whether she understood me, but she just calmly motioned for me to hand her some money and showed me three fingers. I fumbled in my pocket and gave her 500, and turned to go. I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Suddenly she spoke. No bathroom in room, come on bed.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me - her voice pulled me back, and again I turned around. I could feel the blood in my stomach turn. I cannot recall the last time I felt anything like this. Probably years ago the first time I was with my ex-wife. She pulled me towards her and we collapsed onto the bed. She helped me to take off my pants and laughed to see that I was already fully erect and now somewhat hyperventilating due to the nervousness and about everything wrong with this situation. She held my dick. Her hands were soft and that contact flicked a switch somewhere deep down inside of me. I couldn't see anything. I had tunnel vision and the only thing in front of me was this girl lying backwards and urging me to come forward. So I did. I did and I cannot tell you how great it was going inside of her. I don't have details and I don't know all the lingo you guys like to use. But my gosh it was magical. Laugh at me all you want, but I made love. Absolutely. It was sensual, it was exciting and it was the most fun I have had in who knows how many years. As soon as i finished my vision expanded and I noticed the disgusting room once more. What in the good name of sanity was I doing there. I needed to leave. I hurriedly starting putting on my clothes suddenly unwilling to admit to myself what I just did.

Back at home I decided to share this. I wrote most of it in the taxi. I am torn. I want to go back again, I can feel that every inch of my body wants to go back and find her. My brain says no. Stay home. Live your righteous life. Stay away. But I want to go... I must go, but I also must not go back and indulge in this. Torn. Forgive me for sharing. Just needed to vent. I might delete my account.

I do not know how to quote or reply to individual people.

Wow, I did not expect so many responses.

I really don't want to be spotted going into any "nests" and I did not have any specific conscious intentions that day. I wanted to satisfy my lust by walking around and seeing girls on the street - some sort of voyeur-esque logic? I'm not sure. To me the streets are less intense than a walk up building or hotel. Hotels are probably the worst as there is no way I would like to look a receptionist, doorman and who knows who else in the eye. I feel like they will know exactly what I am there to do and that makes me incredibly uncomfortable just thinking about it.

I definitely used protection - do people actually have sex with prostitutes without protection? That makes me even more reluctant to ever return.

There isn't a name of the girl, but the location was very near to a 7-11 on the right side of Temple Street when walking away from Jordan. That was where I spotted the girls. I really have no proper recollection of exactly where we went. A relatively short walk away. If I ever venture back I might try to retrace my steps - probably much easier to do when on the ground that trying to access solely from memory.

Gosh this bring back memories! Firstly, welcome to the brotherhood and what is a fantastic forum for punters.

This is, I'm sure, a similar experience to all of our first time with a WG.
I remember mine as vividly. Had been a long time lurker, and finally made it into HK for work. Was staying at what used to be the Novotel hotel on Nathan Road (just opposite the night market)... I believe it's now being turned/has turned into housing. I arrived in the late afternoon, and with jetlag keeping me up I decided to take a walk through the market and was simply overwhelmed. Had to drop into a 7-11 for a rew JD and coke to settle the nerves before I could pluck up any ounce of courage. Even then, I couldn't bring myself to approach a WG on the street. I'm not a local, and very obviously a foreigner so there wasn't any chance of being "spotted" but still, the thought of others knowing exactly why I was there was daunting. Eventually I headed towards what used to be the infamous K Pressure and settled for this as the 'safest' option to pop the HK WG cherry I was anxious to burst.

Super mixed feelings after the deed, but it was a leg shaking walk back to the hotel and needlessly to say the urges were soon back and the confidence improved.

You'll get the confidence eventually, however orthodox your general upbringing.

Happy Punting!

Nobody cares, honestly. Other than the market, the whole street is streetwalkers, convenience stores and porn DVD shops, and so on.

I went to all of them that I could find references to (here) in one day, six in total, and I went back a couple times over the next few days.  That was to recon the mix of girls and to see the rooms, especially ones with any shower facility in the tiny room itself.

I kept the Line contact for one who I met up with in Pattaya last month, the other is still MIA.

If you are game to try, bring your own towels from your hotel or buy a couple, since the ones they have are line see-through sandpaper. And it's nice to lay your own towel on the top of the bed.

Assuming it's still open, I still recommend KP (if that's the one which uses the Cary Hotel) for the nervous or first timers. It's all very sensibly done and the rooms are bigger and cleaner than nests, and you're on a longer clock by double. Of course IIRC the price was double also.

And at least for me they were attentive to decent service. Including a refund by way of a free visit the next day.