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[QUOTE=MystRyan;3221464]I met an Amber, 28,5'4", about 120-130 lbs, B cups, brunette with pretty thick and long hair. Had her name tattooed on her left arm I think. Few burn marks and signs of usage all over her arms.
I've been looking for her for a while now.
Would this be her?[/QUOTE]She has grey eyes that bug out, she was around Sunday afternoon.
[QUOTE=Crg3400;3221728]She has grey eyes that bug out, she was around Sunday afternoon.[/QUOTE]Last I saw her was a while ago. I used to see her around payson. Where did you see her last? Thanks.
[QUOTE=Shune;3220317]
Note; the attached photos were taken during our subsequent interludes.[/QUOTE]Nice report. She looks sweet. Could you get some money shots of this cutie?
KSW.
[QUOTE=Shune;3220317]It was a dreary day, grey sky punctuated by intermittent rain. The location of the event was equally bitter and wretched. Faces visaged in suspicion greeted passerby with subtle hostility. Patches of road work and minor sidewalk repair that never seemed to complete dotted the landscape. An obscure little village tugged precarious between a major highway and a busy thoroughfare.
It was once a place of lofty dreams and high expectations. But today, it's just a sad shell of what it once was. Whatever little left in ways of hopes and dreams fettered with the last of the great urbanization and degentrification that took place long ago, and now, only despair.
I believe someone on this thread had once gregariously bestowed the colorful moniker of "immoral area" to describe its despondency. An apt name for this forsaken little village. But to the rest of us, it's just place, a simple point of reference designated on the map as "Morrell Park. ".
With the coming of dusk, so goes any meaningful visibility other than spotty street lamps providing feeble illumination to an equally feeble place.
Once acclimate to the gloom of the local, a person's sense inevitably become acute towards the dissimilar. And in this case, as striking a contrast as a glitter in pitch-darkness, Megan meandered wearily down the sidewalk, oblivious to the imposed, and in a world of her own.
Car horns blared and mongers gawked in predatory silence. The locals tutted and howled with all the unfeeling arrogance of young thugs. But Megan simply ignored them all with equal apathy.
I was no different than any other gawker, lusting, partaking in the whole cliche. But I found myself far less graceful in the art of mongering then the rest as the right front wheel of my aging SUV became wedged in deep ruts on a haphazardly patched curb. Where the hell was the roadwork sign?!
"You almost hit me. You fucking asshole!" Megan exclaimed with her hands up in the air. Total embarrassment was followed by awkward silence as I gaped at her. "What the hell are you looking at?" Megan sized me up with a smirk. I wasn't exactly sure what she'd said next, only that I nodded foolishly at her probing gesture.
I also didn't realize just how attractive Megan was until she was already in the car sitting next to me strapping on her seatbelt. "Let's get out of here. " she contended matter of factly. I nodded in agreement as I put the large vehicle in drive. But something was dragging underneath the SUV, imbedding my forward movement. Suddenly, in a rash of crushing noise, I glanced back into my rear view mirror, and the realization. A mangled roadwork sign was now laying flat on the street behind me. Oops!
"So, where to?" Megan batted an eye at me with a barely contained giggle.
After a moment of hesitation, still a bit flustered over the embarrassment, I nodded suggestively at a pair of glowing golden arches in the distant yonder "Would you like to go for some treats, first? "Sure, double fudge Sunday with nuts" came the resounding responds, and a broad smile of unfeigned delight.
In between licking and slurping on her frozen treat, I'd learned that we're both fans of the Cinema, and amazingly much of the same genre. She'd taken a particular interest in my passing hobby as she queried with question after inquisitive questions in the arena of ScreenWriting. We had a real good time rapping on the finer points of what a good film should be. Megan has a real thirst for knowledge, and a witty sense to parlay. I liked her.
The drive to our destination were riveted with stories of her past, punctuated by vague road directions almost as a second thought, while she finished the last of her apple pies. For a person of her petite stature, Megan can sure pack away some food!
It took us a bit longer to arrive at our destination then the location would have dictated. But once there, we'd found a nice secluded spot hidden snuggly between a clump of trees and a large dumpster adjacent to a row of warehouses with nil a moment to spare as the sky opened up with all its fury. The merciless pelting from the torrential downpour sounded as if a giant piece of canvas were being slowly ripped apart by the hands of god.
She's not a pretty car, my SUV, more function then beautiful. Bertha as I'd gotten to call her, and that term of endearment was bestowed the old fashion way, she'd earned it. Bertha doesn't feel jealousy, nor does she impart morel judgment, all she wanted to do was to serve, to provide comfort and safety to her occupant.
Where Bertha exult unwavering dependability. Megan was young, exhilarating, and undoubtedly fickle, as she was beautiful.
"Ok, so, what are we doing, now?" Megan nodded shyly as the interior LED illuminated her striking features. "Well, heck darling, if you had to ask? I throw up my hands with a playful shrug. Besides, all pleasantries aside, what had she thought that we came here to do anyway?
Megan hesitated for a moment as she pursed her lips "I would like to be kissed. Before I get fucked" she added curtly with a fawning grin. I was again at a lost for words. And to say I like Megan's wit would be an understatement, she's got sprite.
With her mouth slightly agape, Megan looked appraisingly at me in a sultry visage. Uncertain of what to expect, I leaned tentatively closer to her, but half expecting her to pull away. However, Megan adjusted her posture, then in a forward thrusting motion, her luscious lips found mine in a mild collision. The instant transfer of sensation through nerve ending of our lips and tongues were dizzying. Maybe I dig her more than I'd thought, or dared to admit. She really seemed to enjoy making out. And so did I.
Panting, caressing and fondling. The Oxytocin induced euphoria was electrifying!
My manhood grew and swelled with every subtle stroke and the vivacious caressing of her velvety hand. The burgeoning of my cock was absolutely undeniable as Megan unzipped my jeans. With a dreamy look in her eyes, she went down on me.
I breathe out in exasperation as my shaft became as hard as steel in the temperate wetness of her nurturing mouth. Megan's oral prowess was breathtaking as she was unrelenting. Slow, fast, faster, she changed position and speed at will, coaxing gobble of uncontrolled per-cum from my inordinately erect cock.
With one last savory motion, Megan pulled my engorged cock slowly out of her moist mouth with a muted pop. "Mmmmm." as she smacked her lips, relishing the taste as if it were the sweet treat she'd hungrily devoured earlier.
With a firm grip tightly around my throbbing shaft, "not yet, baby" she looked up at me with a crooked little smile that's sure to melt ice " are you ready to give to me?
"Yeah." as I nodded between shallow breathes. Wearing a fawning grin, Megan mounted me and guided my unyielding cock into her moist, clean shaven love-box in one continuous motion. It was totally out of my hands at that point, not that it ever was as her silken snatch glided smoothly up and down on my glistening rod like a well lubed piston. "C'Mon. Baby. Oh, yeah." as Megan chanted with sweet nothings.
I shifted my gaze between her bewitching eyes, her pouty lips, and finally settling on her perfectly shaped breasts, which at this point was oscillating out of control!
While my cock, still embedded deep in her, Megan pivoted, spun around, adjusting her gait into a Reverse Cowgirl position, all with the grace of a ballerina. Then with both of her feet planted firmly on the floorboard, and her right arm leveraged against the headrest, Megan moved up and down rhythmically, gliding on my cock, hips gyrating in what I could only described as a squatting action. It must be experienced to be believed! She was just showing off at this point. Absolutely amazing!
It was as if Megan had been transformed into this sex crazed she-creature conjured from the dark depth of some hedonistic fantasy. And all I could do was hang on for dear life.
Outside, the storm continued. But inside, the wrath of nature was nothing more than a muted drumroll adding to the placid hum of the SUV's climate control, a concussive symphony building it's way up to a climax.
Her forehead beads of sweat. Her chest heaved of shallow breathes. Megan's demand wasn't a simple assertion derived from false pretenses, but rather something primal from deep within. A desire as self-serving as the need to breath. Something sear inside her coming to a boil "I want to feel your cum inside me." she panted.
As inevitable as the sunrise in the morning, the incoming tide crashing against the shore at dusk, I exploded unabashedly inside her with all the anger and pleasure rolled up in one. Over and over again, pumping her uncontrollably with load after prodigies loads of hot cum.
"Oh my god, I felt that!" Megan exclaimed in delight as her gyrating hips demanded every last drop of warmth from my spasming cock.
The storm had subsided. And in its still silence, my senses felt so alive! The beating of our hearts, the discern quiver of her body against mine and the gentle purr of contentment as I caressed her bareback.
How long? Five minutes? Five hours?. I pondered as we laid static on top of the SUV's plush upholstery. An eternity could have passed for all I cared as Megan breathe softly next to my ear.
Tomorrow may be damned, but right here, right now, I have everything I need.
I smiled knowingly as I gazed out into the darkness.
Note; the attached photos were taken during our subsequent interludes.[/QUOTE]Your next assignment is to titty fuck this HO and then write your Master's dissertation about that experience. Best of Luck! BP.
I ran into her the other night around midnight. Lucky me she wasn't high but she did start her normal whine. I stood my ground and she was able to full fill my needs at standard rates plus a tip. Took her back and dropped her off on Fairhaven. Didn't ask for her #. She's just not reliable. Stand your ground with her or drop her off.
Ran into Belinda the other day, 40 ish brown / grey hair WSW. Opted for BBBJTC for the standard as it was the first time that saw her. Good skills and aimed to please, she was into doing it the way I liked it. Did give her the FIV and she was clean and good to go. Wanted to get her # but at the time she didn't have a phone, if you get her treat her good and if you get the number be sure to pass it on.
[QUOTE=Shune;3220317]It was a dreary day, grey sky punctuated by intermittent rain. The location of the event was equally bitter and wretched. Faces visaged in suspicion greeted passerby with subtle hostility. Patches of road work and minor sidewalk repair that never seemed to complete dotted the landscape. An obscure little village tugged precarious between a major highway and a busy thoroughfare.
It was once a place of lofty dreams and high expectations. But today, it's just a sad shell of what it once was. Whatever little left in ways of hopes and dreams fettered with the last of the great urbanization and degentrification that took place long ago, and now, only despair.
I believe someone on this thread had once gregariously bestowed the colorful moniker of "immoral area" to describe its despondency. An apt name for this forsaken little village. But to the rest of us, it's just place, a simple point of reference designated on the map as "Morrell Park. ".
With the coming of dusk, so goes any meaningful visibility other than spotty street lamps providing feeble illumination to an equally feeble place.
Once acclimate to the gloom of the local, a person's sense inevitably become acute towards the dissimilar. And in this case, as striking a contrast as a glitter in pitch-darkness, Megan meandered wearily down the sidewalk, oblivious to the imposed, and in a world of her own.
Car horns blared and mongers gawked in predatory silence. The locals tutted and howled with all the unfeeling arrogance of young thugs. But Megan simply ignored them all with equal apathy.
I was no different than any other gawker, lusting, partaking in the whole cliche. But I found myself far less graceful in the art of mongering then the rest as the right front wheel of my aging SUV became wedged in deep ruts on a haphazardly patched curb. Where the hell was the roadwork sign?!
"You almost hit me. You fucking asshole!" Megan exclaimed with her hands up in the air. Total embarrassment was followed by awkward silence as I gaped at her. "What the hell are you looking at?" Megan sized me up with a smirk. I wasn't exactly sure what she'd said next, only that I nodded foolishly at her probing gesture.
I also didn't realize just how attractive Megan was until she was already in the car sitting next to me strapping on her seatbelt. "Let's get out of here. " she contended matter of factly. I nodded in agreement as I put the large vehicle in drive. But something was dragging underneath the SUV, imbedding my forward movement. Suddenly, in a rash of crushing noise, I glanced back into my rear view mirror, and the realization. A mangled roadwork sign was now laying flat on the street behind me. Oops!
"So, where to?" Megan batted an eye at me with a barely contained giggle.
After a moment of hesitation, still a bit flustered over the embarrassment, I nodded suggestively at a pair of glowing golden arches in the distant yonder "Would you like to go for some treats, first? "Sure, double fudge Sunday with nuts" came the resounding responds, and a broad smile of unfeigned delight.
In between licking and slurping on her frozen treat, I'd learned that we're both fans of the Cinema, and amazingly much of the same genre. She'd taken a particular interest in my passing hobby as she queried with question after inquisitive questions in the arena of ScreenWriting. We had a real good time rapping on the finer points of what a good film should be. Megan has a real thirst for knowledge, and a witty sense to parlay. I liked her.
The drive to our destination were riveted with stories of her past, punctuated by vague road directions almost as a second thought, while she finished the last of her apple pies. For a person of her petite stature, Megan can sure pack away some food!
It took us a bit longer to arrive at our destination then the location would have dictated. But once there, we'd found a nice secluded spot hidden snuggly between a clump of trees and a large dumpster adjacent to a row of warehouses with nil a moment to spare as the sky opened up with all its fury. The merciless pelting from the torrential downpour sounded as if a giant piece of canvas were being slowly ripped apart by the hands of god.
She's not a pretty car, my SUV, more function then beautiful. Bertha as I'd gotten to call her, and that term of endearment was bestowed the old fashion way, she'd earned it. Bertha doesn't feel jealousy, nor does she impart morel judgment, all she wanted to do was to serve, to provide comfort and safety to her occupant.
Where Bertha exult unwavering dependability. Megan was young, exhilarating, and undoubtedly fickle, as she was beautiful.
"Ok, so, what are we doing, now?" Megan nodded shyly as the interior LED illuminated her striking features. "Well, heck darling, if you had to ask? I throw up my hands with a playful shrug. Besides, all pleasantries aside, what had she thought that we came here to do anyway?
Megan hesitated for a moment as she pursed her lips "I would like to be kissed. Before I get fucked" she added curtly with a fawning grin. I was again at a lost for words. And to say I like Megan's wit would be an understatement, she's got sprite.
With her mouth slightly agape, Megan looked appraisingly at me in a sultry visage. Uncertain of what to expect, I leaned tentatively closer to her, but half expecting her to pull away. However, Megan adjusted her posture, then in a forward thrusting motion, her luscious lips found mine in a mild collision. The instant transfer of sensation through nerve ending of our lips and tongues were dizzying. Maybe I dig her more than I'd thought, or dared to admit. She really seemed to enjoy making out. And so did I.
Panting, caressing and fondling. The Oxytocin induced euphoria was electrifying!
My manhood grew and swelled with every subtle stroke and the vivacious caressing of her velvety hand. The burgeoning of my cock was absolutely undeniable as Megan unzipped my jeans. With a dreamy look in her eyes, she went down on me.
I breathe out in exasperation as my shaft became as hard as steel in the temperate wetness of her nurturing mouth. Megan's oral prowess was breathtaking as she was unrelenting. Slow, fast, faster, she changed position and speed at will, coaxing gobble of uncontrolled per-cum from my inordinately erect cock.
With one last savory motion, Megan pulled my engorged cock slowly out of her moist mouth with a muted pop. "Mmmmm." as she smacked her lips, relishing the taste as if it were the sweet treat she'd hungrily devoured earlier.
With a firm grip tightly around my throbbing shaft, "not yet, baby" she looked up at me with a crooked little smile that's sure to melt ice " are you ready to give to me?
"Yeah." as I nodded between shallow breathes. Wearing a fawning grin, Megan mounted me and guided my unyielding cock into her moist, clean shaven love-box in one continuous motion. It was totally out of my hands at that point, not that it ever was as her silken snatch glided smoothly up and down on my glistening rod like a well lubed piston. "C'Mon. Baby. Oh, yeah." as Megan chanted with sweet nothings.
I shifted my gaze between her bewitching eyes, her pouty lips, and finally settling on her perfectly shaped breasts, which at this point was oscillating out of control!
While my cock, still embedded deep in her, Megan pivoted, spun around, adjusting her gait into a Reverse Cowgirl position, all with the grace of a ballerina. Then with both of her feet planted firmly on the floorboard, and her right arm leveraged against the headrest, Megan moved up and down rhythmically, gliding on my cock, hips gyrating in what I could only described as a squatting action. It must be experienced to be believed! She was just showing off at this point. Absolutely amazing!
It was as if Megan had been transformed into this sex crazed she-creature conjured from the dark depth of some hedonistic fantasy. And all I could do was hang on for dear life.
Outside, the storm continued. But inside, the wrath of nature was nothing more than a muted drumroll adding to the placid hum of the SUV's climate control, a concussive symphony building it's way up to a climax.
Her forehead beads of sweat. Her chest heaved of shallow breathes. Megan's demand wasn't a simple assertion derived from false pretenses, but rather something primal from deep within. A desire as self-serving as the need to breath. Something sear inside her coming to a boil "I want to feel your cum inside me." she panted.
As inevitable as the sunrise in the morning, the incoming tide crashing against the shore at dusk, I exploded unabashedly inside her with all the anger and pleasure rolled up in one. Over and over again, pumping her uncontrollably with load after prodigies loads of hot cum.
"Oh my god, I felt that!" Megan exclaimed in delight as her gyrating hips demanded every last drop of warmth from my spasming cock.
The storm had subsided. And in its still silence, my senses felt so alive! The beating of our hearts, the discern quiver of her body against mine and the gentle purr of contentment as I caressed her bareback.
How long? Five minutes? Five hours?. I pondered as we laid static on top of the SUV's plush upholstery. An eternity could have passed for all I cared as Megan breathe softly next to my ear.
Tomorrow may be damned, but right here, right now, I have everything I need.
I smiled knowingly as I gazed out into the darkness.
Note; the attached photos were taken during our subsequent interludes.[/QUOTE]DAMN BRO. A+++.
I need to sample this one! Please, you or anyone for info on this one, I would like to sample. I will gladly owe you several contacts for this one.
raBBit
I saw a TGTBT WSW in front of the church near Millington Ave. I circled the block, figuring the monger in the gray ford beat me to the scoop and she would be gone. To my surprise, she was there so I pulled over. It was raining and she was hesitant but she got in. She told me she's 20 yrs old, with a 2 yr old child and is from Hagerstown. She's really cute, looks like a civi, seriously. About 5'4", 125 lbs, blonde hair, wearing a gray sweatsuit with neon green stripes.
We parked, I just wanted a HJ, standard tuition. She had a cut on her right hand, so she used her left. NOT quite as good with the left but she didn't quit, even though she kept asking if I was about to cum. That was a little annoying. Then, we got interrupted by someone walking pass the car. She tried the right hand which was better but she kept saying "don't cum on my hand". WTF. I've heard girls say don't cum in my mouth, hair, eyes, etc. But never the hand LOL.
Eventually, she got the job done but overall, it wasn't that good. As far as looks go, she's definitely a cutie but she needs some practice in the HJ dept. I'm willing to give her a 2nd chance, maybe her hand really hurt. Sometimes the old (ugly, but experienced) streetwalkers provide the best service. What do you guys think? Next time, I'll go for the FS, she said she's down.
Side note: when she left, my car smelled awful. I think it was her stinky, wet feet.
Chico.
This might not be the right place for this question, but with BP being censored what does that mean for this site?
[QUOTE=Chico;3227626]I saw a TGTBT WSW in front of the church near Millington Ave. I circled the block, figuring the monger in the gray ford beat me to the scoop and she would be gone. To my surprise, she was there so I pulled over. It was raining and she was hesitant but she got in. She told me she's 20 yrs old, with a 2 yr old child and is from Hagerstown. She's really cute, looks like a civi, seriously. About 5'4", 125 lbs, blonde hair, wearing a gray sweatsuit with neon green stripes.
We parked, I just wanted a HJ, standard tuition. She had a cut on her right hand, so she used her left. NOT quite as good with the left but she didn't quit, even though she kept asking if I was about to cum. That was a little annoying. Then, we got interrupted by someone walking pass the car. She tried the right hand which was better but she kept saying "don't cum on my hand". WTF. I've heard girls say don't cum in my mouth, hair, eyes, etc. But never the hand LOL.
Eventually, she got the job done but overall, it wasn't that good. As far as looks go, she's definitely a cutie but she needs some practice in the HJ dept. I'm willing to give her a 2nd chance, maybe her hand really hurt. Sometimes the old (ugly, but experienced) streetwalkers provide the best service. What do you guys think? Next time, I'll go for the FS, she said she's down.
Side note: when she left, my car smelled awful. I think it was her stinky, wet feet.
Chico.[/QUOTE]Sounds like Monica / Kaylin has changed her name. Very cute but WAY too much trouble, see earlier post, right down to the stinky feet. I agree the older, more experienced providers give the best service.
Bob.
[QUOTE=Crg3400;3227632]This might not be the right place for this question, but with BP being censored what does that mean for this site?[/QUOTE]The gov't did not make a new rule. BP voluntarily closed certain sections of their board due to CC companies no longer processing payments for those sections. There is a hearing soon but what has happened so far is a result of BP's actions, which may change over time. They appear to be mounting a fight so we will see.
Jackson does not charge for this board so CC companies have nothing to do with anything here. The USASG servers are located in another country so that makes gov't censorship even more difficult. And the gov't isn't directly censoring BP.
This board is here to stay until things are so bad that the existence of it or not is the least of our problems.
Post, share info, help the brothers out. Nothing could be better for this hobby than everyone participating and helping each other here.
Drove down W / W loop yesterday. Didn't really see anyone out. Stopped by the 7-11 across from the park when Mary (30 years old) comes up to me and asks if I can giver her a ride down Washington Blvd because her legs are killing her. She wasn't really my type so said no but then she said, "please, I'll make it worth your wild if I can just get a ride. " So, I thought what the hell you can't ask for a better price for service than for giving a ride. Went into 7-11 to get some covers and offered to get her something to drink. Drove to my spot and as we were talking she gave me a sob story about getting of her meds so that she could try to be with her kids. Then she then asked if she could possibly get some type of cash for services, and I was a little bothered. I said, the arrangement was services for a ride, now you're trying to change the deal? She was nice enough and asked for whatever you can help me with. I then said, let's see how good the service is first. Got to my spot, and put the cover on. CBJ was decent, but nothing to write home about. Dropped her off where she asked and in the end I gave her a Jackson.
Saw the weather was nice today and drove down the West side. Thought it would be better out today but the Loop was still pretty dead. Was super excited because I briefly spotted Terri walking down Wilhelm near Ramsey. She was with another girl and two thug-looking guys, so I was a bit hesitant to drive around. By the time I said Ef it and went to pick her up, she vanished (It's ridiculous how these girls can up and vanish at a moments notice). Hope to see her around a bit more. Drove around a bit more and spotted Amber on the other side of Wilkins looking cute in tight black pants and red shoes. She waved and I decided to turn around and make the pick up. I got up to her just in time to see her getting into another mongers car. FML.
Note to self: Don't hesitate as much.
Took a stroll down through MP and noticed alot of le parked and mobile. On the 2nd loop I saw big bird becky flying up towards the uhaul and did the loop and grabbed her on the side street. She said that le had just cautioned her to stay off of the hunnert block because of residential calls rolling in. BTW took a pass on her as she was really tweeking and was complaining about a bad finger infection. Got her some golden arches a small donation and dropped her in the heart of town. Funny, damn le was on that corner just down from where I left her off!! Care is in order. Hc.
Not to put a damper on anything but I heard recently the Sue passed way. I remember Sue for how positive she always was when I saw her. I'd often find her near the neighborhood by Carey and Wash. She wasn't the sexiest girl on the block but her attitude couldn't be matched. Can anyone confirm weather or not she really is gone? From what I was told she OD'd recently. Thanks in advance.