“Oh my god, I’m cumming!”

He whips out his dick and I look over in glee as, dick in hand, there it goes, squirting out, and now there’s come everywhere. I was kinda hoping he would cum inside me, but I think he’s dealt with too many pregnancies and abortions to fall for that one ever again, although, hey, I’m on the best birth control on the world. Maybe I should tell him. But now isn’t the time for that, as we’re lying there naked and both covered in cum and sweat. The sheets on my bed are slightly slipping off. The pillows are strewn across the floor. It’s like a stunned silence, this moment of afterglow. The sun breaking in from behind the curtains. Both of us lying there, too fucked to move, although I tell him there’s a towel over there, although should I stand up and hand it to him? I don’t feel like standing up. Not after all that fucking. Not after he made me cum like that and the delight of his dick inside me still has me reeling and nailed to the bed.

I don’t know if I should look at him or if I’m supposed to look away. I feel like a greedy child as my eyes graze over his thighs and his cock and the hair on his chest. I’m too afraid to look into his eyes and see what’s in there, so I lean for a little bit and kisses on neck. God, I love to watch him cum. I love to look at him right after he’s done cumming. I like the noises he makes, the things he says. I like feeling his body between my legs as slightly he loses it and succumbs to the sensation of cumming. And cumming. Sometimes I almost want to laugh when he cums, because there’s something inherently funny about cumming. The noises and the motions of cumming – it’s not very serious, but I know if I laugh it might be perceived as ridicule. But, really, I laugh because I’m enjoying every moment of everything that is happening, and I’m thrilled by his dick as he squirts out cum. The beautiful cum. I made him cum. I love making him cum.

God, I would do anything to make him cum. I would make him cum all day, every day, if only he gave me the chance. I would bend over backward just to make him cum, and sometimes I do. I would crawl through dirt with half the produce section rammed up my ass if it would only make him cum. I want him to be cumming forever, here, with me, or at least fucking as furiously as we possibly can. I find a slice of my self worth in his orgasms (and also mine), and I would do anything to make him cum because I know he would do anything to make me cum, too. But enough about me, because isn’t this blog about how much I like to cum all the time? And what about him, the one who makes me cum? The one who makes me cum like crazy whenever I want? I wish that there were some way I could repay him for all the orgasms he has given me, so kindly and so patiently. I know that I will never be able to make him cum as much as he makes me cum, and I guess that is okay, because there are so many men before him (and after, too) who didn’t care nearly as much about my orgasm as he did. It was not nearly as much fun to make those men cum. It is not fun to watch a man cum, after all the work, especially if you know that your own orgasm will never be arriving any time soon. But him? He makes me cum all the time, and all I want is to do the same for him. I want to lie here forever, naked and heaving, covered in his cum and satisfied by knowing that I’m his baby and I make him cum the best out of all the rest of them, ever. If only dreams come true. One day…


I’m sitting on the edge of the bed patiently in my big fur coat because I’m a good little girl. He’s still milling around as I kick back with my legs up.

“Come here,” I say, tugging at him slightly. “Take your clothes off.”

He smiles and crawls in, kissing me as he goes, pulling me with him as shirt and pants and shoes cascade off.

“I like this,” he says, gesturing towards the fur coat. I smile as I’m on top of him, and he grabs me by the hips and slides me on top of his face. It’s a fantastic feeling as I look down at him, buried by my cunt and my fur coat still on. God, I look good as I try to suffocate him with my pussy. It’s the feeling of pleasure that he and he alone is giving me at this exact moment, that sinking sensation in my stomach, that rising feeling between my legs, the breath, the air, the muscles in my thighs as I can feel the blood in my veins racing against itself to the finish line of who knows where.

And right before I feel like I’m going to burst, he pushes my hips down and what is waiting for me there – his cock. Onto which I hop I gleefully, and the sudden new feelings of ohmygod shooting up and down my spine as I feel like I’m crumbling slightly, but he touches my face and says softly, “Look at me,” which I do, with the tenderness and hopefulness of a woman who is feeling like this for the first time. As everything inside me, stirred into a frenzy of feeling something unlike anything I could ever imagine in my waking day. And I look at him, and he’s inside me, and all I can see in him is a part of myself.

After which we tumble to the side, never breaking apart, and now he’s on top of me.

“Be close to me,” he moans, pulling me in. “I just want you close!”

And we are close, as I feel myself reeling back in this firestorm of flesh, which feels like death and also like I am slightly transcending reality in the name of some sort of carnal ecstasy. He fucks me, and he fucks me right, and he doesn’t stop, and he fucks me better than any man before him. He asks me to bark like a dog, so I bark like a dog. He bites me on the neck and I howl with pleasure. He sticks his finger in my ass, and I writhe and cum until I can cum no more.

“Say my name,” he says, and I say his name. I whisper it at first, but I cannot stop myself from screaming. I scream his name. Over and over. But I will not tell you his name, because that is between me and him, and the things that we do in the dark when no one else is watching is not a thing that I can let you put a face or a name on. These are my private memories, with him between my legs, and no one can take that from me. And only he can give it to me.

Understanding the motives and incentives for paying for sexual services

The best current estimates suggest that between 11-18% of the adult male population in the UK regularly pays for sexual services. These numbers suggest that paying for sexual services is not as rare, or deviant, as many would assume.

There is limited research on the ‚demand‘ side of prostitution which creates a gap in the ongoing academic and policy discourses within and beyond Scotland. The absence of the voices and perspectives of those who purchase sex greatly limits the scope and understanding of the demand that drives sex work markets. In order to gain a more comprehensive grasp of the complex issues of purchasing sex, it is imperative that the voices, opinions, and practices of those who constitute the demand be included.

This topic becomes relevant when we consider the various proposed changes to prostitution laws in Scotland over the past few years.

My research is focusing on individuals who pay for sexual services (‚punters‘) in Scotland, gathering data regarding their attitudes, experiences, and motivations. This project is specifically examining the customers of individuals who work in prostitution.

Two competing notions are evident in the literature – one which reduces the purchase of sex solely to simple acts of sexual gratification and convenience, and another which unapologetically demonizes punters as perpetrators of sexual violence. Moving beyond these oversimplifications, a more nuanced approach will be taken to examine the motivations and experiences of punters to explore the more complex incentives for purchasing sex and to personify these social actors.

The first phase of this research includes preliminary interviews with key stakeholders who can offer further perspectives and insights about punters and prostitution within Scotland. Interviews will be sought from police, local officials, NGO workers, and advocacy groups. Following the recommendations and advice of stakeholders, approaches to recruitment methods, and interview questions would be developed. After finalizing the development of methods and locations, this research will utilize both in-depth interviews and questionnaires with at least twenty-five individuals who purchase sex in Scotland.

The core aim is to generate data to contribute to forthcoming debates about, and understandings of, prostitution in Scotland and abroad. The gathering of rigorous and contextually rich data directly from punters would provide invaluable insights to the broader academic and policy fields. For example, exposing the motives and incentives of punters’ behaviour would in turn offer new perspectives for clearer and more workable legal frameworks. This research will be highly salient for policymakers, politicians, police, medical and educational professionals, and the voluntary sector. Also, this work would explore questions pertaining to sex trafficking and customers’ awareness of these issues which would have great relevance to current efforts aimed at curb trafficking within sex service markets and industries.