SAT night, Amber is smelling bad
Was up at W / W after my favourite watering hole closed, and I thought, hey, what the heck: let's tuck some SWs in before I tuck in myself. Came up Ramsay to the circle and, like FRI night, blocks were dark; no lights, not even street lights. BPW truck was parked on Pratt still working out the kinks, I guess. It was perfect for me; I parked in the dark and walked 4 easy blocks.
Anyway, at 3 in the AM the block wasn't jumping but there were some dishes out serving. First was Amber (brunette. 5'5", thin girl, mid-20s) and the regulars know who I'm talking about. She called me across the street from her stoop near the south of the circle and I walk over and, phew, boys, she's been homeless for awhile. She was talking this and that about polishing the chrome but I wasn't listening; I just wanted an air evac, as in get me the Hell to some fresh air. She's in a bad way.
Continuing on past the circle I stumbled on a mixed B / W girl. She was drunk but not under the influence of anything else. All I know got was her name: Jessica / Jessie, and only because her friend was calling her. She was too drunk to give me the digits, and her friend was in a bad mood. I walk on.
BSW paydirt! All the way down W to The Church Of Our Lady Of The Perpetual Re-Up, and about to turn north at the SE corner of the church to start walking back by the Westside Shopping Center: figure my luck tonight is cashed. Out from the alley by the side walks Faith (LOL, appropriate name). She's 40 and, she says, not a regular. She likes the cut of my jib. I like the look of that ass. We commiserate: 25 for a CBJ. I ask her what was she doing out; she says her sister has liquor and space to play, and she was on her way. We walk a block to her sister's house: if anybody's home, they're long asleep.
All that was in the fridge was Natural Ice, so I leave 3 bones on the shelf of the fridge, go down to her basement, and pop 2 tops. After her top is off, I pull a side bet: "no condoms, oh me oh my!" She says no problem, you're a clean dude. No lie there, at least. I'm drinking a cold one and getting excellent attention and the one-eyed helmeted reptile is ready to bark. She takes it like a champ and, this is the best part, does what I like best and keeps gentle suction on just the head post-wad, for at least 10 seconds. I come some more.
For that, I tipped a ten'er. You don't get that kind of service from pro SW's, IMHO. She didn't feel comfortable giving up digits but she does have an address. This may become a usual thing.
Our famous uncles seem to have given up the show of force and are content to let the streets mostly be the streets. I saw nobody marked for the 20 minutes I was walking on the main parade routes.
Also, a warning: there is some kind of ham-steak of McHenry and Monroe, immediately east of the crab shack. Walking back uncovered uncommonly clean white folks sitting in uncommonly plain cars on McHenry facing that corner.
Running on empty, a full interesting day, but tiring.
Around 3pm yesterday (7/22) , I decided to check out the loops, the Conkling loop was void of any SWs. There were 3 doable SWs around the WW circle, none appeared to be AMBER2 so I proceeded down Wilkens only to find it empty in search of AMBER1, SHANNON, or LORI, but didn't find them, must be too hot. I could have called LORI, but that would have been too easy. LE presence was light. Heading over to SA was disappointing as none were out. So I ended up empty-handed. After some play, I wanted to take them out for a bit to eat and to teach them a new trick, how to eat corn off the cob through a chain-link fence without getting their snouts caught.
Earlier I drove over to JIMMY's for breakfast with my D cup darlings. They were there along with Kim. BIRDIE waited on me wearing her bright orange t and super tight jeans. It was fun looking at her as she bent over at the counter. All eyes were on her great ass, women checked her out as well. AMBER just returned after attending a wedding out of state. She wanted to make a move on the bride's best man, but his gf was there to put an end to that.
Afterwards, I drove over to BUSH RIVER to view some porn. BUSH RIVER is an adult book and video store that show continuous porn in their 4 TV rooms. 2 show gay while the others showed straight porn. General admission is $11. 00 and you can rent a private room, equipped with TV, couch, and soft chairs for about $21. 00, Limit is 1 movie or 2 hours. This is popular for those couples who come in to play. There is heavy gay activity going on where the guys are walking around continuously to hook up. They will leave you alone if you wave them off. Most of the TV sets were old and out of focus. I stayed in the room with a new set. Apparently LE and ULE patrol that place regularly so be careful. There were 3 TVs there who looked disgusting, but kept to themselves. Overall the placed has tamed down as the new management do not encourage women since they cause too much disruption. Guys use to bring their wives, gfs, or SWs there to play. I USE TO HAVE FUN WITH A COUPLE FROM reading, PA. Who came there to play. She was into gang bangs, while hubby photographed everything. The would rent one of the private rooms and invite 4 or 5 of us to join in. He gave us condoms while we hammered his wife. There were no women there when I was.
Chris use to be the owner but sold it off to family members who now run it. With Chris anything went, but not so with the new owners. Pam the owners wife is a hotie and she has her friend Kim working there too. Both are pleasant and accommodating.
I drove the 163 mile round trip home. An interesting day. BBB
