Calling all cb / Brooklyn mongers
Putting out an apb on the 6-8 months pregnant youngin I missed yesterday. Was in the area around lunch time. Spotted around 8 to 10 different girls but nothing I wanted to take with me. Then pulled down 9th St headed back to the main Road (patapsco? Coming out the corner shop was a decent looking 20 somethin in a tight brown dress pushing a stroller. Slow down for a peek and see she has a set baby bump. We talked. Told me she's dropping off the kid and will be back out in 5 min.
I say cool, will pull around block and park. Of course as soon as I do here comes another downpour. I get back around in 2 minutes flat and wait. She's no where to be seen. I stick around for awhile but never see her. She's average hight. Kinda thick for a white girl. Young face just has a few of those "acne" bumps by the mouth that let you know to definitely cover up. Says she lives in a house right on 9th just up the street from the corner store. Maybe the church that is right there; is that a women's shelter? Anyone with info on her would be my monger hero. LOL. Needless to say I'll be back.
Super star kinda also flaked on me yesterday. What a bust for a day out on the town.
Hauntingly reminiscent to an encounter of mine.
[QUOTE=AgentMulder;2101895]Cool Spring night as I pull into a side street from the main road and now the rain come --
A misty fog is stagnant over the asphalt pavement; a thick impenetrable curtain -- it suddenly parts and Taylor (a 25 year old fresh faced blonde from Delaware) emerges.
As Taylor draws near I realizes that she’s wet - her sheer Summer dress is a winner in any wet T-shirt contest, the fabric clings tightly to her breasts like Kate Upton’s banned photos on you-tube.
My eyes widen. My mouth drops. I gawked like an awestruck school boy peeping into a girls shower after gym class as Taylor shivers next to the passenger side window.
When I’d regained my faculty, she’s already sitting next to me. “You don’t mind if I turn on the heater, do you?” Taylor asks rhetorically and reaches for the thermostat.
Her eyes narrow in a mischievous way and her flowing strawberry blond hair cascades wildly in front of the air vent “C’mon, let’s get outta here” she says with a curious little smile hanging on her lips.
Taylor beams knowingly at me as if she knows something that I don’t, or haven’t yet come to the realization of; something only a woman’s intuition could offer (usually within that first 15 to 30 seconds of meeting a new guy.)
“Sure darling, you betcha.” I grinned, and nodded.
A short while later, in a dark parking lot;
We sat and ate pizza in the front seat of my SUV and watched the traffic go by in the pouring rain. I laughed and carry-on like I haven’t done in a long time, not since before my divorce a little over a year ago - Taylor seems like a real cool chick!
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. With a silly little grin on my face I sat back against the lumbar support eyeing the sparse traffic with their diminishing tail lights fading into the heavy down pour.
Suddenly, I felt a touch to my arm. I glanced over at Taylor. Her soft bedroom eyes beckoned meaningfully with that perfect combination of submissiveness and passion.
As irresistible as the Sunrise... I moved in for the kiss.
To my mild surprise, Taylor reciprocated passionately with deep french kisses as if I was her long lost lover. “Take me” she whispered firmly as she guided my right hand to cup her perfectly shaped 36C breast. She then playfully reached down and begin to caress my rapidly stiffening cock.
Taylor unzipped my jeans, takes out my cock, which was absolutely raging at this point, into her wonderfully warm mouth and took it all the way down to the back of her throat!
I reckon if there was any doubts in my mind as to whom was in charge of the moment went straight outta window right then and there. For I am totally at her mercy as Taylor alternated between sucking my throbbing cock with wet rimming action.
But then, it was time for me to own up as a man. I flip Taylor over onto her stomach and begin to caress her bared back with the tip of my fingers. Her perfectly shaped apple bottom wiggled tentatively as my throbbing cock glided over her forbidden entrance.
Furtively, Taylor, with her striking green eyes glanced over her shoulders at me “go for it then, if you must” she pouted between her heavy breathing ”but please don’t hurt me” as she further contends through her voluptuously ripened lips.
For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still... On the one hand, perverse passion as unyielding as my raging hard-on transcends all rational. Then, on the other hand; temperance.
I contemplated, I did, for about a nanosecond. But in the end, as inevitable as the onrushing tide crashing towards the shore, savage desire prevailed; being bad never felt so right.
Slowly, the pink skin around her pleasure cavity expended, conforming, devouring my engorged cock as I pushed ever deeper into her. I was totally and helplessly enthralled with euphoria. All that came between us was that perfect synchronicity of our moans as I pumped away rhythmically, stabbing her love canal balls deep with my throbbing shaft.
Suddenly, her hands tightened. Her nails dug deeply into my wrists, and her moan of passion reaches a climatic crescendo “Oh my god, I’m coming... I’m coming.” her trembling voice contended. “I want to feel you’re warmth inside me... Please give it to me now.” Taylor, now shrieks in demand.
The world around me was spinning out of control as I hung on for dear life. But “Who am I to denied her...” was the only thought that went through my mind. I can’t hold back any longer as I blasted my load deep inside her again, and again.
Wow, WAF@#*! - would be an monumental understatement as I laid next to her with nothing more to give -- Time has lost all meanings...
I never realized just how acute my senses were as the rain continue to pour -- I could almost pick out the cadence of each individual rain drop as it pelted against the back window.
Holding her hand in mine, Taylor beams meaningfully at me, again, with that curious
little smile -- now I know.
I don’t remember exactly what happened next, after we both got dressed. Just random acts of habit flashing by in montage;
- Breaking out a fresh pack of Marlboro reds... I took one out, and tilted the open pack towards her in offering.
- I flick open the top of an old Zippo with a Ping, coaxing it to flame, and lit both
cigarettes.
- Taylor closed her eyes, takes a long drag, and exhale satisfyingly as smoke exits her pursed lips.
I smiled contently, with a cigarette in hand I slid back into the plush driver’s seat and closed my eyes.
The ensuing rush of pure euphoria was beyond the capability of any written words could convey. This was definitely a most singularly pleasurable, a pure, unadulterated encounter, indeed.
-Fox.[/QUOTE]It was a dark raining night in a parking lot on Pulaski Highway; all except for the Pizza, and Ash being rather flat-chested. It was pretty much analogous to Agent Mulder's erotic foray.
I. e. The same sort of shit happened between me and Ash from Bel Air.
Post Script.
Zesty, entertaining and well articulated. Mulder's fervent account was quite a Prodigious Narrative.
Also, to the numerous new posters, welcome! And thanks for exercising your varying degree literary fortitude in your contribution to this board.
WW trip report plus fact, rumors, and innuendo
Had some time off from the job today and was planning on wearing the vag out of the former Brooklyn working girl I been messing with but it was not to be, for today at least. Decided to head out and make a few laps through the WW track and see if I could find my fuck buddy Champagne, or whatever else was to be had. Saw Jules walking like she was on a mission to get somewhere important, but she wasn't heading my way. Kandii was chilling on a stoop at Payson tempting me to stop, but I drove on. Passed through the circle and spotted an attractive WSW but she had her face down messing with her phone. I turned around to try again and got the look and attempted to scoop but was cockblocked by a LE cruiser at the last moment. So I circled the block again hoping to grab her but she was gone when I came back around. I have never met this one but her face looked familiar and I'm almost certain it was Sara, perhaps another day. Took a trip through Pigtown and found nothing, headed back to Wilkins and got a good look at Kandii and she is NOT looking too good these days, hands feet and face all swelled up and puffy. Girl has been on a tear and had better pump the brakes before she goes crashing through the guardrail if you know what I mean. Finally decided to grab my pal Monica and get some brain &pussy which is always a pleasant and satisfying experience.
I heard rumors that Amber was found dead of an OD in a neighborhood shithole abandominium, not sure if it's true or false, you all know about rumors on the streets. This would be the same Amber recently reported on by Cls9637 [URL]http://www.usasexguide.info/forum/showthread.php?3735-Streetwalker-Reports&p=2103896&viewfull=1[/URL]#post2103896. Like I said it's rumors at this point, perhaps someone else can confirm or dispel.
Still looking for my girl Champagne, can anyone help me find her?
