[QUOTE=Bubba261]I think he was actually talking about dried up old women:
oldlatinaswhotravelwithgrease.com[/QUOTE]
Honestly Gents, it worked just the other day!
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[QUOTE=Bubba261]I think he was actually talking about dried up old women:
oldlatinaswhotravelwithgrease.com[/QUOTE]
Honestly Gents, it worked just the other day!
[QUOTE=Jaysun1969]That website says its a broken link maybe you typed it wrong?[/QUOTE]
Probably forgot or didn't know to replace "dot" with"." The copy and paste will get them everytime.....
[QUOTE=Ctguy103]Yes, she isn't a pro and she has more expenses then she does income. She enjoys sex and was looking for a couple of decent guys who have income and also like sex.
I thought the opportunity to have access to an actually sweet girl who doesn't have a million addictions who could help meet your needs would be a GOOD thing. I guess I'm in the minority who would rather have a simple long term relationship without all the nonsense and bullshit of the pros and thieves who are just looking to rip you off.
Sorry if I wasted your time by relaying her message.
'Sniff' away if it doesn't work out she isn't going to lose any sleep, it was just a win-win situation for a couple of lucky guys.[/QUOTE]
Good luck with that Pimp Daddy Junior.....I hope it works out for both of you.
[QUOTE=When In Vegas]LoL. jaysun....come on now...u can't be serious. He even misspelled Grecce.[/QUOTE]When, A spelling class this is not, for sure.
You spelled it wrong to! GREECE that is how it is spelled, just in case someone should ask.
Here are some pics of a friend that I met earlier. She's a bit shy, so won't share digits
[QUOTE=Whenwhen]Here are some pics of a friend that I met earlier. She's a bit shy, so won't share digits[/QUOTE]
Thanks for sharing pictures, enjoyed them.
[QUOTE=Rickyb58]When, A spelling class this is not, for sure.
You spelled it wrong to! GREECE that is how it is spelled, just in case someone should ask.[/QUOTE]
You're speling is preaty bad, two!
WhenWhen, way to score. Picture 30 is HOT
[QUOTE=Whenwhen]Here are some pics of a friend that I met earlier. She's a bit shy, so won't share digits[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Jaysun1969]That website says its a broken link maybe you typed it wrong?[/QUOTE]
Probably, if the word "greese' was spelled 'greece' (note C instead of S, for the country).. Unless that was the intent of the poster, then is should be spelled 'grease' (as in lube).. Buyer Beware of the cheap stuff.
spinner with the killer ass
five of her - hope you like them; some guys like the thick asses; I like the small but still round ones. Notice the wet mark. I got a little carried away.
for those of you who like 'em a little thicker, I met this sister when I was in Florida in February. I went to a Tampa strip clunb and arranged some takeout. Saw her two nights in a row. She was pretty cool - damage more than I usually pay (150), but she was worth it at the time (she gave me a little discount the second night, though, and I got a cheper hotel). Name? Who cares - it was fake anyway.
You bring new meaning to a "white boy" in pic #3!!!!
That dick looks like it spent its entire life in someone's pussy and never got a tan!
LOL
And save me from myself.
With apologies to John Sebastian, I submit the following:
So I'm in the city today, freezing my ass off and decide I'll get a little itch on the way home. As I hit 95, I call my new favorite, whose digits I've procured.
"Honey, my condition, you come tomorrow.", says Girl "B" from a previous report.
Okay. Who knows how many drunken yo-yos armed with whatever variety of perversion you had to service last night. Your English lesson can wait.
As I boogie by her city of employment my groin starts to twitch and I figure, "WTF? I'll call a place a friend of mine and I did some work for last summer.
I call and ask for the owner, "She's not here, honey." Okay, I'm going anyway.
I pull into the place, ring the bell and a woman who I peg as the ajima answers the door. She's dressed in a grey sweatsuit, has a nice, broad face and a pleasant smile. She's got some neck wrinkles but nothing too unsightly. Why do I care? She's not the one I'm going to nail, right?
Attention to detail, boys.
She leads me to the room and I say, "You have a nice girl for me?" She says, "Me!" My crank twitches, and it says to me, "Why the fuck not?"
I tell her, "Okay, you're cute, what's your name?" We trade names and I let her know I've been freezing my ass off all morning. She turns on the infamous, gigantic Korean heat lamp and aims it at the table. Ahhhhhhhh.
She leaves, I strip and warm my aching joint(s).
When she comes back, she's dressed in a one-piece, flowered mini-dress thing and plaid rubber boots. This fashion "don't" cracks me up. I touch the dress, touch the boots and say, "Your fashion sense is horrendous." She chuckles, takes my hand and after I drain my vein, leads me to the shower room.
She knows I'm cold and has the water set to "scald the Caucasian". Very relaxing. Standard table shower is given, complete with the requisite question,"Been here before, honey?" "Yeah." "What girl?" I rattle off a couple of names.
Back to the room. I'm in the mood to get right to it because this MILF is looking pretty good: nice face, great legs and small but okay boobs, but she wants to rub me down a little. "Okay, don't work too hard." My standard line.
She goes pretty light and I'm ready to ask her to beat the shit out of me just to see if she can do it but I decided to just lie there and relax. We're making small talk: Where do you live, you married, what do you do, been to Korea (I have to learn to shut my mouth) etc.
Then I hear her take off her skirt and she starts running her nipples, which felt incredibly rubbery, and her hair across my back. Nice. She follows this up with some mild ass-play and I'm ready to go. She taps me on the tush, I flip and I see she has her skirt around her waist. (I know what you're hiding, sweetheart. It's okay.) I keep this thought to myself.
Covering her mouth, she kneels between my legs and slips the cover on orally. A decent CBJ ensues with just the right amount of a little bit of tooth action. Not bad. Some eye contact is made and we smile at each other.
She climbs aboard after a bit and gets at it. "Whoa, slow down baby, relax." I actually say this. She stops and pulls a move I fucking love: she surrounds my face with her hair. All I see is her cute face and her hair, which is cascading around my head. Damn, I dig these women.
Anyway, she gets into it again, wraps an arm around my back, sits us up and while we're still engaged, moves to her back with me on top. She wraps her arms around me and starts moving like she's got me in an alligator death roll without the roll aspect. We're fucking like crazy, her head is jerking side to side and I figure I'd better stop or I'm gonna bust a premature nut.
I stop completely and say, "Look, baby, I know you want to finish your drama, eat and go back to sleep but I'm having a good time. Take it easy."
She hits me and says, "I want one more come." I say, "You came?" "Yes, really." Okay, like I give a fuck. She wraps me in her arms, real close-like, kisses me and starts going nuts again. This shit is too much. She squeezes her legs together with mine outside of hers, kind of a reverse-missionary deal with me on top. I can't take too much of this so I roll us onto our sides so I can feel her ass while we go at it. Sweet.
It's getting so I'm getting ready to lose my load. I get her into K-9 and hammer her until it's all over. She, however, will have none of this and keeps moving back and forth and side to side until, even with the cover on, I can't take it anymore.
I pull out and have to hit the rack: I'm spent. I'm so out of it I forget to do the right thing and take the rubber off. She removes it, pulling and squeezing my schlong all the while. My cock is so sensitive she's practically got me screaming.
I'm ready to take a nap at this point. She leaves and comes back with a hot towel. I'm liking this broad and I ask her, "One more come?" She says, "You?" "Yeah." She says, "No, no good, you too tired." "Naw, give it a try."
Baby oil comes out and she starts stroking away. She's working pretty hard and although I'm getting ready to blast, I see she's pretty well spent so I gently grab her wrists and tell her to stop. It's cool, I want to save this one's essence.
She goes and gets a couple more hot towels, wipes me off and we shoot the shit some more. Her English is pretty good; she's been here a while. She hugged me big time before we left the room, we walked with our arms around each other to the door where she hugged me hard some more, burying her face in my chest.
Next visit will concentrate on getting her to overcome her self-consciousness about her Caesarian section scar. I've seen a lot worse, sugar.
As always, trusted brothers can PM for location and provider. Just don't let this one tie your boots. She insisted and I almost killed myself tripping over a loose lace in the produce section of my local grocery store.
The question now is: what do I do about Girl "B" who I'm scheduled to deliver to Queens (not Flushing, thank God) on her next vacation. Too many irons in the fire will surely burn my sorry ass.
Like I said above: darling be home soon.
I didn't get much sun in Florida!
[QUOTE=DropFrame]You bring new meaning to a "white boy" in pic #3!!!!
That dick looks like it spent its entire life in someone's pussy and never got a tan!
LOL[/QUOTE]
Okay you fucking maniacs, I don't know how much longer I can keep this shit up but here's yesterday's adventure.
I return to the scene of Saturday's crime. Call as I get off the highway and ask, "I'm coming over, can I bring you anything?" "Wapple hamburger and kopee." "No problem, baby."
So I turn around, hit Dunkin Donuts for a couple of sausage/waffle things and a couple of coffees. Head over to the place, hear a vacuum cleaner, wait for it to stop and ring the bell. The same babe from Saturday answers the door, same uniform but with a scarf around her neck. We go into the living/sleeping room where a TV is playing one of my favorite Korean shows.
Eating, small talk, TV watching etc. The MILF is very happy to see me. She's not feeling well: a little cold or some malady. We finish our chow and I'm getting turned on recalling yesterday's fuckfest.
I say, "You feel like working?" "No honey, just relax today. You watch TV with me." "Okay, I'll hang out with you for a while." It's just her in the joint.
We get to shooting the shit about our favorite food and she invites me to stay for dinner. She's going to make kalbi. Yum. Problem is, it's like 12:30 and I can't feature hanging around all day with blue balls.
We're lying on the couch together and the bell rings, I can see the dude on the security camera. She gets up, answers the door and brings the guy in. I figure she's gonna make a quick buck while I watch TV but she tells the guy to come back around 5:00 when "the other girl is here."
He splits, she comes back in the room and I say, "You're not working today?" She points to the door and makes a face. No offense, dude, but you were a bit of a mess.
Shortly after, this ajima with a hatchet face shows up with some fried chicken gizzards. Being the polite guest that I am, I pop one in my mouth and valiantly take one for the team. The three of us yack a little and hatchet face takes off. The chicken gizzards end up in the garbage. Turns out my cute little host isn't a big fan.
We're relaxing on the couch, face to face with me massaging her feet as they rest on my crotch. Well, a boner is hard to stop at this point, she feels it and starts rubbing my rod with her feet. "Oh my God." Yeah, and if I'm lucky, I'll make you see Him.
She sits up, unbuckles my belt and unbuttons my pants. BOINNNNNGGGG!!!
She starts kissing my krank and I say, "You feel like working now?" She puts this huge smile on her face, stands up, grabs my hand and we walk, pants around my knees to the room. Now, God forbid, we get right to it. She lays me down on the table and goes to wash up.
She comes back and we have a repeat performance of Saturday only with more intensity. Fucking great. Passionate, wild and mother-fucking terrific. This tiny broad with the thin but shapely legs, nice boobs and a good ass is out of her mind.
It was all I could do to last as long as I did the time before. I never thought it would be possible to prematurely ejaculate with a rubber on but this broad almost had me there.
By now it's like 4:30 and I'm thinking the guy from before is going to show so I'd better didi out of there so my new find can get some rest. I don't think "the other girl" is going to show.
We go back to the main room where I lay some cash on the table. Could I have gotten this service for free? I think so, but fair is fair.
Besides, she owes me some kalbi.
Brothers, between this one and Girl "B", this is like shooting fish in a barrel. If I wasn't "attached" it would be like Waterbury, pre-raids, all over again. If I had only known about this site before its name was printed in the paper after that fateful day.
[QUOTE=Chon Maneyo]Okay you fucking maniacs, I don't know how much longer I can keep this shit up but here's yesterday's adventure.
I return to the scene of Saturday's crime. Call as I get off the highway and ask, "I'm coming over, can I bring you anything?" "Wapple hamburger and kopee." "No problem, baby."
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To those who have asked - who is this guy? All you need to know is - this is how it's done! Nicely done
[QUOTE=Chon Maneyo]Okay you fucking maniacs, I don't know how much longer I can keep this shit up but here's yesterday's adventure.
I return to the scene of Saturday's crime. Call as I get off the highway and ask, "I'm coming over, can I bring you anything?" "Wapple hamburger and kopee." "No problem, baby."
So I turn around, hit Dunkin Donuts for a couple of sausage/waffle things and a couple of coffees. Head over to the place, hear a vacuum cleaner, wait for it to stop and ring the bell. The same babe from Saturday answers the door, same uniform but with a scarf around her neck. We go into the living/sleeping room where a TV is playing one of my favorite Korean shows.
Eating, small talk, TV watching etc. The MILF is very happy to see me. She's not feeling well: a little cold or some malady. We finish our chow and I'm getting turned on recalling yesterday's fuckfest.
I say, "You feel like working?" "No honey, just relax today. You watch TV with me." "Okay, I'll hang out with you for a while." It's just her in the joint.
We get to shooting the shit about our favorite food and she invites me to stay for dinner. She's going to make kalbi. Yum. Problem is, it's like 12:30 and I can't feature hanging around all day with blue balls.
We're lying on the couch together and the bell rings, I can see the dude on the security camera. She gets up, answers the door and brings the guy in. I figure she's gonna make a quick buck while I watch TV but she tells the guy to come back around 5:00 when "the other girl is here."
He splits, she comes back in the room and I say, "You're not working today?" She points to the door and makes a face. No offense, dude, but you were a bit of a mess.
Shortly after, this ajima with a hatchet face shows up with some fried chicken gizzards. Being the polite guest that I am, I pop one in my mouth and valiantly take one for the team. The three of us yack a little and hatchet face takes off. The chicken gizzards end up in the garbage. Turns out my cute little host isn't a big fan.
We're relaxing on the couch, face to face with me massaging her feet as they rest on my crotch. Well, a boner is hard to stop at this point, she feels it and starts rubbing my rod with her feet. "Oh my God." Yeah, and if I'm lucky, I'll make you see Him.
She sits up, unbuckles my belt and unbuttons my pants. BOINNNNNGGGG!!!
She starts kissing my krank and I say, "You feel like working now?" She puts this huge smile on her face, stands up, grabs my hand and we walk, pants around my knees to the room. Now, God forbid, we get right to it. She lays me down on the table and goes to wash up.
She comes back and we have a repeat performance of Saturday only with more intensity. Fucking great. Passionate, wild and mother-fucking terrific. This tiny broad with the thin but shapely legs, nice boobs and a good ass is out of her mind.
It was all I could do to last as long as I did the time before. I never thought it would be possible to prematurely ejaculate with a rubber on but this broad almost had me there.
By now it's like 4:30 and I'm thinking the guy from before is going to show so I'd better didi out of there so my new find can get some rest. I don't think "the other girl" is going to show.
We go back to the main room where I lay some cash on the table. Could I have gotten this service for free? I think so, but fair is fair.
Besides, she owes me some kalbi.
Brothers, between this one and Girl "B", this is like shooting fish in a barrel. If I wasn't "attached" it would be like Waterbury, pre-raids, all over again. If I had only known about this site before its name was printed in the paper after that fateful day.[/QUOTE]
What can I say you are my fucking hero!! So whats next!
[QUOTE=Sinergy69]What can I say you are my fucking hero!! So whats next![/QUOTE]I say we all toss in a double sawbuck so he can go back again real soon and then post his experience!
That, or find out where he took that creative writing class years ago.
The sad thing is it's going to get pretty routine recommending EVERY post of his as a "report of distinction".
As you know, I only report the way I do so that you can, if you follow my lead, get the most out of your AMP experience. If I didn't love these women so much my reports would be of the "lather, rinse, repeat" variety. My opinion is that all parties should close the deal and feel great about the transaction.
To further update: I'm at a loss as to do about Girl "B". We traded digits a couple of weeks ago, have talked a little; very little in fact: trying to communicate over the phone gives us both a headache. I'm supposed to take her home next month and I have to say, she's gone above and beyond the call of duty where service is concerned.
Anyway, Mrs. Haeyo/Maneyo calls me the other night and asks, "What did you do today, honey?" I told her everything I did but left out the fact that I was with one of her country women for a few hours on Sunday. She says, "I believe you, I trust you." Where the fuck did this come from?
I was under the impression that we weren't going to discuss her work and anything I might be doing while she was "on tour". Talk about a mind fuck. I'm not one for guilt trips but that comment hit a little below the belt.
In any event, we'll see what happens. Mrs. Sarang/Chon will be home in about five weeks so I have just that long to totally screw my shit up.
[QUOTE=Bubba261]I say we all toss in a double sawbuck so he can go back again real soon and then post his experience!
That, or find out where he took that creative writing class years ago.
The sad thing is it's going to get pretty routine recommending EVERY post of his as a "report of distinction".[/QUOTE]But you got to admit he either took up creative writing at a young age and became really good or he is the luckiest son of a biatch when it comes to the K-Girls, but then again he speaks the native tongue, no pun intended!
[QUOTE=Sinergy69]But you got to admit he either took up creative writing at a young age and became really good or he is the luckiest son of a biatch when it comes to the K-Girls, but then again he speaks the native tongue ......no pun intended![/QUOTE]He certainly is experienced (at AMPs and writing), keeping in mind that creative writing doesn't necessarily mean fiction.
This guy's got the K-world by the proverbial balls.
What is a sawback?
Sounds cool - just never heard the term before.
[QUOTE=Bubba261]I say we all toss in a double sawbuck so he can go back again real soon and then post his experience!
That, or find out where he took that creative writing class years ago.
The sad thing is it's going to get pretty routine recommending EVERY post of his as a "report of distinction".[/QUOTE]Sad thing too, Bubba, and just keeping it honest, that not one of your reports has been posted as a Report of Distinction, maybe if you ever visit an AMP you could post and we'll be glad to give you that distinction and double sawbucks!
[QUOTE=Bad Dawg]Sad thing too, Bubba, and just keeping it honest, that not one of your reports has been posted as a Report of Distinction, maybe if you ever visit an AMP you could post and we'll be glad to give you that distinction and double sawbucks![/QUOTE]
Who gives a flying fuck! If that's what you think of my "reports", you haven't done your research or "RTFF". Enough said from me!!
[QUOTE=Bad Dawg]Sad thing too, Bubba, and just keeping it honest, that not one of your reports has been posted as a Report of Distinction, maybe if you ever visit an AMP you could post and we'll be glad to give you that distinction and double sawbucks![/QUOTE]
....only had the patience to go back about five months. Except for a couple of misfires at BC (not an AMP, but a strip club), YOU have had ZERO "reports" yourself. And not a single "report" about a visit to an AMP.
Ever hear about the concept of those who live in glass houses?
You mind your business, I'll mind mine, otay????
[QUOTE=A Fishpro]What is a sawback?
Sounds cool - just never heard the term before.[/QUOTE]Sawbuck = X = $10 bill. He's suggesting a double sawbuck, $20 bill. Its actually quite an old term from late 1800's I think.
WTF?
If you are going to get into it about who reports about what and how often, I'm gonna stop posting. The goal is not to stir shit but to help you have a good time.
I'm not looking for the USASG version of a Pulitzer here. Just read the reports, get what you can out of them and keep your checks coming.
From the PMs I'm getting, a lot of you are glad I'm back and have gotten the info via PM in return.
I can't thank those who have posted nice comments enough but to compare my efforts to other's posts is a bit unfair. I have a lot of time on my hands and enjoy putting my shit in print.
Nice weather is right around the corner. Let us let the spirit of Spring bond us in our search for the not-so-elusive Korean babe.
Amen
[QUOTE=Chon Maneyo]I'm not looking for the USASG version of a Pulitzer here.Amen[/QUOTE]
When writing about sex, isn't it a pull-it-zer?
[QUOTE=Grimpy]Its actually quite an old term from late 1800's I think.[/QUOTE]
1800's? Hey, I'm an old fart but not THAT old! ;)
[QUOTE=Chon Maneyo]WTF?
If you are going to get into it about who reports about what and how often, I'm gonna stop posting. The goal is not to stir shit but to help you have a good time.
[/QUOTE]
More sage advice. Unfortunately Chon - the spirit of the CT boards have changed. I love the give and take from these boards. I've been around a while. I don't even post all the times I've done something as I'm sure most here do as well. I'm a lover not a fighter. I try to do my part in the way I've learned here. If it helps someone - I am happy. But then again, if you read my reports you could tell I'm usually having a good time. Some might accuse me of not being helpful - well, sorry... it's just a vibe thing. However, I know how many I help on the PM side - so it's all good. Take care buddy - I love reading your reports. Stay safe - kd signing out
Last evening, I call over and when my new find answers I ask, "Paego pa? "
"Pae ango pa. " "Damn. " "Honey, you hungry? " "Yeah. " "You come here. " "Okay, I'm leaving now, can I bring anything? " "No honey, I have kalbi. "
So I relieve my freezer of a bottle of soju and head out. She answers the door in a rather fetching black ensemble and she's wearing a lovely necklace. The chorus of 'I'm in the Mood for Love' runs through my head.
The TV is on, as always; we shoot the shit a bit and she heads off to the kitchen to cook while I relax on the couch. A little while later, she comes in with some kimchi, rice and kalbi which smells delicious. On the plate is a fork. "What is this baby, amateur night? Chokkarak juseyo. " She comes back with some sticks and I chow down. It's after 8:00 and she's eaten already.
This girl's not a drinker, at least not last night, so I'm on my own with the soju and knock back a couple of shots with my meal. She's a bit annoyed that I don't strip the ribs bare. "Too much work, sweetheart. " So she strips them for me and hand feeds me what I've left behind. Ultra accommodating!
My hostess won't let me do the dishes so I just lean on the sink and watch while she cleans up. This woman still has the place to herself.
We go back to the couch, hold hands, watch the news, talk world events (no shit) and generally chill out. Neither the phone nor the bell ring while I'm there. The conversation turns to sex and she tells me that, "You no more customer, honey. Friend. " Great, WTF does this mean?
So I open up a can of worms and ask, "You mean, no more sex? " She says, "Yes, no more make love, just friends. " Okay, tell that to the bulge in my pants. I decide, okay, I can deal with this. She's cool enough just to hang with and she's presented me with a challenge. She throws in the fact that at my age, I should only be doing it once a week. Huh? Just because I was born when Eisenhower was elected to his second term doesn't mean I can't still put 'them away like there's no tomorrow.
We talk some more and I begin to realize what I see in her. The facial expressions and speech patterns are exactly like my ATF, Coco from VIP in Waterbury. This obvious similarity causes my kochu to swell with pride.
She sees this and squeals, "Oh my God! " These babes know how to make a guy feel at home. She then says, "Honey, you go home soon. " Okay, it's around 10: 30 and I can see she's a little tired but I put on the puppy dog face and say, "Really? " She just smiles, grabs my thing again, leans over and kisses my lips. I hug her to me and we kiss a little while engaging in some high school-like light petting. Is that term still in use?
Fuck it, I was feeling her up. Anyway, she stands up after a few minutes of this and says, "Ka. " I stand, painfully and say, "Okay, you sleep. I'll call you tomorrow. " She says, "No, ka the loom. " Now you're fucking talking. She follows me to the room with her hand rubbing my wand through my pants.
We get to the room and are hugging and kissing and dry-humping like teenagers. She tells me to strip and splits. When she comes back we get to it. It's almost routine at this point but she's so freaking fantastic I don't care. At one point, I'm on top and we're like, actually making love and she blurts out, "Yobo! "
Well, that does it. You know you've got 'them when, in the throes of passion they start calling you "sweetheart" in their native tongue.
I stop all motion, hold her face in my hands and say, "Yobo? " She looks away, hits me and I say, "Yobosaeyo? " She laughs and says, "Yeah, yobosaeyo. " (which is "hello" when you're answering the phone). This lets her off the hook.
We get back into it and it's absolutely frenetic. This babe is great. I empty an enormous load in the condom and we're shot. We lie there locked together, face to face, smiling like we just got away with something, for a while.
Hot towel clean up (no more customer, huh?) and back to the living room. More small talk where I'm educated on the dangers of banging of Korean girls who were raised in China. Where this lecture came from I have no idea but Girl "B" is one such animal and I decided to bail on her as things were getting out of control. Wondering if the word is out that I'm running around again, I tell her I know all this and "Don't worry, only you. " Yeah, for now.
It's 11:30 and it's time to hit the road. I've got the munchies. More hugging and kissing and I whip out my wallet and hand her my usual wad of bills. She looks upset but took it anyway. I got the feeling I insulted her just a little by paying for it, but better to be safe than sorry.
Tonight, it's a return engagement but dinner's on me. Apparently, Miss Seoul
1985 has a craving for lasagna.
It will be my pleasure to deliver same.
[QUOTE=Chon Maneyo]Last evening, I call over and when my new find answers I ask, "Paego pa? "
"Pae ango pa. " "Damn. " "Honey, you hungry? " "Yeah. " "You come here. " "Okay, I'm leaving now, can I bring anything? " "No honey, I have kalbi. "
So I relieve my freezer of a bottle of soju and head out. She answers the door in a rather fetching black ensemble and she's wearing a lovely necklace. The chorus of 'I'm in the Mood for Love' runs through my head.
The TV is on, as always; we shoot the shit a bit and she heads off to the kitchen to cook while I relax on the couch. A little while later, she comes in with some kimchi, rice and kalbi which smells delicious. On the plate is a fork. "What is this baby, amateur night? Chokkarak juseyo. " She comes back with some sticks and I chow down. It's after 8:00 and she's eaten already.
This girl's not a drinker, at least not last night, so I'm on my own with the soju and knock back a couple of shots with my meal. She's a bit annoyed that I don't strip the ribs bare. "Too much work, sweetheart. " So she strips them for me and hand feeds me what I've left behind. Ultra accommodating!
My hostess won't let me do the dishes so I just lean on the sink and watch while she cleans up. This woman still has the place to herself.
We go back to the couch, hold hands, watch the news, talk world events (no shit) and generally chill out. Neither the phone nor the bell ring while I'm there. The conversation turns to sex and she tells me that, "You no more customer, honey. Friend. " Great, WTF does this mean?
So I open up a can of worms and ask, "You mean, no more sex? " She says, "Yes, no more make love, just friends. " Okay, tell that to the bulge in my pants. I decide, okay, I can deal with this. She's cool enough just to hang with and she's presented me with a challenge. She throws in the fact that at my age, I should only be doing it once a week. Huh? Just because I was born when Eisenhower was elected to his second term doesn't mean I can't still put 'them away like there's no tomorrow.
We talk some more and I begin to realize what I see in her. The facial expressions and speech patterns are exactly like my ATF, Coco from VIP in Waterbury. This obvious similarity causes my kochu to swell with pride.
She sees this and squeals, "Oh my God! " These babes know how to make a guy feel at home. She then says, "Honey, you go home soon. " Okay, it's around 10: 30 and I can see she's a little tired but I put on the puppy dog face and say, "Really? " She just smiles, grabs my thing again, leans over and kisses my lips. I hug her to me and we kiss a little while engaging in some high school-like light petting. Is that term still in use?
Fuck it, I was feeling her up. Anyway, she stands up after a few minutes of this and says, "Ka. " I stand, painfully and say, "Okay, you sleep. I'll call you tomorrow. " She says, "No, ka the loom. " Now you're fucking talking. She follows me to the room with her hand rubbing my wand through my pants.
We get to the room and are hugging and kissing and dry-humping like teenagers. She tells me to strip and splits. When she comes back we get to it. It's almost routine at this point but she's so freaking fantastic I don't care. At one point, I'm on top and we're like, actually making love and she blurts out, "Yobo! "
Well, that does it. You know you've got 'them when, in the throes of passion they start calling you "sweetheart" in their native tongue.
I stop all motion, hold her face in my hands and say, "Yobo? " She looks away, hits me and I say, "Yobosaeyo? " She laughs and says, "Yeah, yobosaeyo. " (which is "hello" when you're answering the phone). This lets her off the hook.
We get back into it and it's absolutely frenetic. This babe is great. I empty an enormous load in the condom and we're shot. We lie there locked together, face to face, smiling like we just got away with something, for a while.
Hot towel clean up (no more customer, huh?) and back to the living room. More small talk where I'm educated on the dangers of banging of Korean girls who were raised in China. Where this lecture came from I have no idea but Girl "B" is one such animal and I decided to bail on her as things were getting out of control. Wondering if the word is out that I'm running around again, I tell her I know all this and "Don't worry, only you. " Yeah, for now.
It's 11:30 and it's time to hit the road. I've got the munchies. More hugging and kissing and I whip out my wallet and hand her my usual wad of bills. She looks upset but took it anyway. I got the feeling I insulted her just a little by paying for it, but better to be safe than sorry.
Tonight, it's a return engagement but dinner's on me. Apparently, Miss Seoul
1985 has a craving for lasagna.
It will be my pleasure to deliver same.[/QUOTE]
Seriously, you should save all these posts and put them together into a compendium (definition at: [url]http://www.dictionary.com[/url] ) of sex.
B.
PS - for what it's worth, I was born during Harry Truman's re-election campaign...
Once I have their attention, I don't waste time with that. It's work for them and I always go in clean, anyway.
Bubba, do you really think I need to look up what ''compendium" means?
To continue this bombastic review:
On the way down this afternoon, she calls and asks me to pick up some "b-a-n-a-n-a." Okay baby, I understood you when you said, "banana", how many do you want? "Ten."
I show up at 5 PM with the lasagna so my new found friend can catch the Early Bird Special (she's an old one, remember?) and a smorgasbord of Italian food for me. Oh, yeah, and the bananas, whose procurement is a story in itself but that's for the produce forum.
All she eats is half of the lasagna, "Ooooo, so delicious!", a little soup and a bite of my ravioli. I'm realizing what day it is and she probably doesn't want to weigh herself down.
Thirty five minutes later, the doorbell rings and it's Italia interruptus. Some dude with a pronounced limp is ready to rock on Good Friday. I cover her food, she answers the door, leads the guy to the room, comes back, points in the direction of the room and asks, "Are you okay?" Sure, sugar. I'm garbaging up. It'll take more than you working to ruin my appetite.
Half an hour later, she shows the poor guy out, comes back to the room and we put her leftovers away. I've devoured my stuff. We talk, hold hands etc. I'm getting aroused but it's early yet and I'd rather perform on less than a full stomach.
7:35, the bell rings again and this time it's a guy in a light-colored baseball cap. I'm running security tonight, scoping out the camera. Same routine but this time the guy's done in fifty five minutes, laughing with her on the way out. Way to go, bro. Obviously, a nearly full, enjoyable session.
She cleans up, comes back, we watch TV and get into a serious discussion of her business, her financial problems and all kinds of shit. "So how was your day, honey?"
At 10:30 the bell rings again and this customer looks like a young guy. Another baseball cap. I really don't get this accessory but that's me. Security is on his toes as she scrutinizes the TV deciding whether to answer the door.
She goes for it and I tell her not to worry. Answering the door she says, "How old you?" The guy comes back with an age proving he would have been old enough to allow admission back when Clinton was president. She takes him in.
She comes back and tells me to lie down and sleep. I decide it's time to bail, she's looking a bit ragged and is about to be run through the wringer. While I'd have loved to have had a repeat performance of Thursday night, I figure I'll let her do her thing and I'll get her next time when she's fresh.
I ask, "You okay?" "Yes, honey, don't worry, I'm okay." And off I go.
Five and a half hours worth of ravioli, cannoli (which she didn't like) soup, salad, garlic bread and a little tiramisu (which she didn't like; no wonder she has such a girlish figure) small talk, big talk, watching Korean dramas and running security. Just put the check in the mail at your leisure, babe.
Hopefully my failure to advance on her in a sexual manner will serve me well in the month to come.
To the guys who showed up tonight: may the Father, Son and/or the Holy Spirit forgive your transgressions on this sacred evening.
After spending the afternoon and early evening yesterday with my new best friend just hanging out and engaging in foreplay, I headed up the road to a nearby place and had a visit with a new one.
Deciding it's time to cool my jets a little, I didn't engage in as much conversation as I usually do. It went something like this:
Meet girl in tight white skirt and top, decent looking bod, face: meh, but nice smile and bright eyes.
We hit the room and I give her the whole wad right off the bat. That's right, sweetie, we're gonna fuck. (I don't utter this sentiment aloud). She leaves, I strip, she comes back and we hit the shower.
An extremely thorough table shower is received during which some small talk is exchanged. My feet have never been cleaner. A quick rinse and off to the sauna. The girl is amazed that I want to stay in there saying, "Other customers don't like." Of course not, sugar, they want to get into your pussy ASAP. I play it cool. Or hot, as the case may be.
Back to the room where she gives me a pretty good AMP massage. "Honey, you like massagee?" "Yeah, I like it all: table shower, sauna, massage. You know, come in, relax." "You been to other places?" "Hahahahaha. Me?"
After the massage, she strips (I watch her in the mirror) and goes to town on my asshole with her tongue. Nice. When she stops, I catch her slipping a condom off her tongue. You can't get anything by me.
She passes some lube on her twat, has me flip, and starts mouthing my schlong bareback but with no actual oral insertion. Nice work. Condom is slipped on via her mouth and she starts sucking away. I say to her, "Na doo." (Me too) which tells her I want her pussy on my face. She grimaces and says, "Gel already." I'm thinking, "Baby, I eat kimchi. You think some lube is gonna turn me off?" But fuck it. She says, "Next time." Always leave them wanting more, right?
She hops aboard and starts humping away. All attempts at popping a nipple in my mouth are thwarted. My oral fixations are being turned away big time by this babe. Her tits are great (real) and I want my mouth on them but it ain't happening.
She says, "Okay honey, you top." We switch and I try for a tit again. Failure is spelled: forearm to my chest. I give up on my oral assault, put one foot on the floor, one knee on the table and with her ankles on my shoulders take it slow until I bust my nuts.
I take the rubber off, wrap it in some tissues and she takes it away. She comes back with a lukewarm towel and wipes me down. I get dressed and am disappointed to find there are no cinnamon candies in the bowl near the door. She fishes around in the bowl but can't find any.
Bummer.
This chick had a good body, really soft skin, a little straight in the waist but great natural boobs, pretty good hips and a bit of an ass. Her pussy is shaved with a little landing strip. I did manage to get my fingers near the promised land.
If you want to know where and who, shoot me a PM. The usual prerequisites apply.
I know it isn't as interesting as getting the real low-down, but trust me I can't give out a lot of info. She is someone I've seen a few times. Not the best, but the body is pretty good and she is enthusiastic and a nice person. Enjoy the pics (I know, it sucks that I can't show the face, but that's what she wants).
here are the rest
Here's a girl I keep going back to - can't get enough of her tight pussy and juicy ass; needs a shave in these pics, but this pussy is always clean and smells great
I have a friend, hot thickin the right places and curvy. Lookin for a regular, shes new. Email me only if you have seen me because I'm not setting her up with a douche bag.
Or, shoot me now before I do it myself.
I hope I can get the order of this right. It's 11:20 PM and I'm wasted.
I head down to my new best friend's place, ring the bell, wait a few minutes and she answers the door looking all sleepy. "You busy today? " "So so, honey. " "You look tired, sugar. " She lets me in, leaving me to close and lock the door.
We go to the living room where she crashes on the couch. This ain't looking too promising. We shoot the shit a little, I ask her if she needs anything and she says, "Koppee", and makes the universal sign for a plain bagel with cream cheese.
I tell her, "Okay, I'll be right back. No customers! " I go, get her order, something for myself and am back in ten minutes. What to my wondering eyes should appear? But a fucking pickup truck loaded with beer. I ring the bell figuring Saint Nick is in the room and she's waiting for me. No answer.
WTF? I tell myself, "Fuck this. " and head up the road to the scene of last week's crime.
The same girl from last week answers the door, is happy to see me and I ask her if she wants coffee. "Dunkin? " "Yeah. " "Okay, good. " Back to the car and in with the shit. I take my drink and she takes the food and coffee to their living room.
She comes back, we shoot the shit a little; the staff had gone to Flushing last night for an evening of soju, beer and whiskey. Before we head off to the table shower, I ask her if she's colored her hair. "No honey, no washee today. " I go to smell it and damned if it doesn't smell a bit off. I say, "Blecch! I want the other girl. " "Everybody same, nobody washee hair today. "
On the way to the shower, the other girl sticks her head out of the room to see who runs on Dunkin. I grab the back of her head, bury my nose in her hair and tell the other one, "You're full of shit. Her hair is clean. " This elicits a punch in the shoulder.
We get to the shower room and I'm thinking, "Man, that other one has a nice face. " I'm ready to hit the table and I ask, "Two girls okay? " "You have money? " "No but I'll get some. " "Okay, be right back. "
Back to the room, get dressed, hop in the car and whose number is on my phone? Right. My new best friend's. I"ll call her later. I'm on a mission from God.
ATM is raided and back to the place. Table shower, long sauna, sweat. I come out of the sauna dripping. First girl says, "Another shower? " "I think so. " "You take yourself. " Second girl (who did not participate in TS) says, "Yeah, go fuck yourself. " This cracks me up.
I shower up, towel off and the three of us head to the room. I hit the table and #1 does my legs and ass while #2 stands at the head of the table and does my back, shoulders and arms. #2 at this point is exhibiting thick legs and a great ass displayed in a skin-tight black skirt.
During the massage, the bell rings twice. #2 answers the door both times. "I'm sorry. " "Don't sweat it, I like looking at your ass as you walk away. " Her English is excellent.
Finally, it's the three of us with no interruptions. They both strip and get to work. #1 starts blowing me and #2 leans over the head of the table sucking my nipples while I suck hers. Great, enhanced boobs with terrific nipples. After a few minutes of this, I pull on her waist and while #1 is giving me head, I chow down on #2's twat. No lube and she's soaked. Meaty and delicious. She starts blowing me while #1 takes a break.
Next thing I know, #1 is sitting on me RCG while #2 is riding my face like there's no tomorrow. She comes, or pretends to, I don't care, they both get off the table and tell me to get up.
"What should I do? ", I ask like a little kid. #1 lies down while #2 takes my cock and puts it in #1. I'm messing with #1, this time she lets me suck her nipples, while #2 is feeling me all over from behind. I'm watching all this in the mirror.
A few minutes of this and #2 says, "My turn. " She pulls the condom off and puts a fresh one on with her mouth. #1 repeats what #2 was doing but with lube in my ass crack. No penetration was desired or acquired.
#2 is begging me to fuck her hard but no way, I'm making this last. A few more minutes go by and I maneuver #2 into doggy. I have to see her ass which is fan-fucking-tastic. While I get at it from behind, #1 is pushing my ass. Cool.
They both want me to go faster but I'm taking my time. Finally, I can't take it anymore. #1 is sucking my nipples and playing with my ass and #2 is moving back and forth like a maniac. #1 looks down at my schlong, looks up at me and says, "Good, nice. " I shoot my load and am ready to pass out.
I stay inside #2 for a minute, pull out, take the rubber off, #2 starts getting dressed and asks, "Did you have a good time? " "Terrible, I want my money back. '' They both hit me.
#1 tells me to lie down, comes back with two hot towels and some Scope. She washes me off, I rinse and spit, give her a kiss and on the way out #2 comes out, walks over to me with a cigarette in her mouth and says, "Bopo. " (kiss) I kiss her on the cheek, say "Kamsa hamnida. " and head for the door.
#1 kisses me, thanks me, I say "Chon maneyo. " and I'm gone.
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