A. Emboldened By Your Brazenness, I'm Back (For Now) B. Honest Slores
I had been planning on withholding reports until December, but it appears that in my absence, you esteemed gentle mongers have been extremely lively and brazen on here, which has emboldened me to make a return, after only skipping one report, (which I typed a skeleton draft of and saved to post on here in the future, anyway). I would like to give a shout out to two members in particular, for posting pictures, videos, and details with complete disregard for the impositions society makes on us Men: Troll Mongo and Rouge Dawg. I am, however, going to continue to restrain myself from posting my videos on here for the time being, due to the fears I expressed a few weeks ago.
In this post, I will relate the experiences of my second-most-recent trip to Milwaukee, which occurred a couple of weeks ago.
This trip of mine could rightly be called my "Honest WGs" report, as I had two back-to-back experiences with girlss voluntarily refunding my money!
I started cruising in the evening while it was daylight out. I pulled up to a light beige prostitute at around 15th place & Greenfield. I think she said her name is Zanie. Appeared to be in her early twenties. Chubby, but pretty and sexy. She wanted to talk business through the window, with her phone camera pointed at me. I called out her camera, and she said, smiling, "my bad", as she put the camera in her purse or pocket. She then whipped out a beautiful tit, which I reached through the passenger window and groped. As she stood there, I offered 25. Smiling, she said, "I need a little more than that. " More was not forthcoming, so we parted ways amicably.
A little while later, still in daylight, I pulled up to a good-looking white girl about 30 feet south of Greenfield, on around 14th street. Appeared to be around 30. Looked fairly voluptuous. Said she's usually on Lincoln, and by golly, I had forgotten her name later that very night. Before we got ahead of ourselves, she said that she charges 50. Then she said 40 for something quick. I'm not quick. So, I politely declined, and she was extremely amicable in accepting my parting price refusal.
After nightfall, I saw Jill the sperm drinker walking into the open pantry on 11th street, looking hot as fuck in a short, black dress! So, I screeched into the parking lot, and parked right in front of the doors. I watched her scratching off lottery tickets at the counter for a couple of minutes while some poor sap waited submissively behind her, then she walked out, and I hollered, "Hey, Jill!" She looked and said "hi". She explained that she is going home and can't date now. Darn! This load needed to get out!
So, by and by I started calling my girls. I came across Renia (pronounced the way you pronounce the name Renee) in my phone. She's a slore I did one car date with 2 or 3 years ago, and haven't spoken to since. I think I didn't come during the date, but it being so long ago, and me having pigged it up with so many foul souls in the years since, I can't remember. I called her for the first time ever, and left a message. She called back a few minutes later, and said that my number showed up as the same fake name I gave her in the voice message! Woot! Luck! Haha! So, I came and picked her up a block off of Lincoln. We repaired to a spot of mine. There was a car there, for the first time ever at night. I walked up to the car and asked twice if anybody's in it. I could see that there was no one in the front, but the driver's window was cracked an inch, and I couldn't see into the back. No one answered, so we got to work. 25. Around 30-to-60 seconds into the blowjob, that car started up, headlights on! Several seconds later, it took off like a bat out of hell! She freaked out! She'd already been freaked out on our way out there, stating that she's on probation and doesn't want to get caught. She requested to refund my 25 in its entirety, and have me take her back home! She is employed as a waitress at a restaurant, by the way. I asked if she'd like to try another spot of mine across the street instead. She declined, and I happily and gratefully accepted a full refund. Can you believe that?! That's the first time in all my years that I received a full refund from a WG, much less one who'd already had my dick in her mouth! What an outstanding character she is! She's 40 years of age, by the way. I offered her a handful of Reece's peanut butter cups, and Kit Kats, as she was about to exit. She declined the Kit Kats, but took the Reece's cup. God bless her.
As wonderful as that experience was, I still had a ball sack full of cum that I needed to empty, preferably into some young harlot's mouth. I went to bed, got up the next day, and hit the streets again.
I picked up Ashley, Christie's daughter. You may recall that Christie died last February. A couple of weeks ago, Ash revealed to me that Christie had been beaten to death on the north side, by her ex-boyfriend, who Ashley claims did it because he was mad that Christie didn't want to be with him anymore. So, on this day's date, Ashley requested to stop at the open pantry on 11th and get 5 of her 25 up front, to buy something to eat or drink (I can't remember which). I gave her the 5- which I wouldn't do for most slores, BTW, and was nervous and reluctant to do for her, though I tried to hide that- and she came back out of the store a minute later and handed me my 5 dollar bill through the window, saying that she has to go. Astonished, I gratefully accepted the 5 back, and we parted very amicably! What synchronicity that this would happen two days in a row! But alas, the weight of my balls was still increasing.
I picked up Jennifer on 26th & National, north-east corner. 20 for BBBJ. She worked for at least 15 minutes. Realizing I wasn't going to come, I stopped her and allowed her to be done with her task. She had a decent demeanor and decent skills, though obviously not that great. She says she's 46. Looks older. Toothless. Woot!
A while later, I saw Kristin (Krissy) walking on the south side of Greenfield toward 22nd street. She ducked between the last and second-to-last buildings- the last being the one with the green steps that are now white, BTW- so, I hung a sharp right, then another into the alley, and screeched to a stand-still, peering at her as she stumbled up the corridor 'tween the two edifices. She acknowledged me, and told me that she's going to piss. She went a couple of houses west, and I followed. I watched her piss between a yard and the alley. She did not wipe, but pulled her pants right back up, then got into my car. We repaired to a spot, and after 10 or 12 minutes of cocksucking, she took my load that had been brewing for 3 1/4 days since the previous time I'd shot, right into her mouth, then spat the filth out onto the grass. Yum! 25 up front, and 5 after. I dropped her off as quickly as I could and scurried the hell home.
Hiring Felons (Ex-felons)
[QUOTE=HuntingStreets;6097928]You're not wrong, there is help out there. I've gotten to know a few of these SW's pretty well though, and let me tell you that there can be all kinds of complications getting into rehab even on State Insurance. A couple of them told me basically the same things. They were never scared of dying but they were terrified of never getting high again. They have to be entirely clean for 24 hours before they can start Suboxone and that 24 hours is so ungodly miserable they bail. And one deep UTR I saw weekly for 14 months bitched constantly about how boring life was after she got clean. When you've live a hustle lifestyle 24/7/365 getting up and going to work everyday is boring as hell. I'm reminded of the last line in Goodfellas when Henry Hill says " I'm an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook. ".
HS.[/QUOTE]My friend has a small manufacturing business. He hired a guy, just paroled, at $25 an hour. If he'd a stuck with it, he'd be making at $35 an hour now. Our con had been busted for dealing. Tried the straight and narrow, but friends, $25 an hour doesn't beat $2500 a day. Good worker, honest (at least as far as the job went), but working 8 for $200 less taxes sux donkey dick after a bling bling lifestyle. Of course, he's back in right now, but made some big pocket change on the way back down.
Coochie (Couldn't even deal pot in college) Eater.
God Bless You All.
Forgotten Section Of My Latest Report
During my three-hour cruise the first night I was in town, I pulled up to Bianca in her wheelchair. I had her wheel up to my car. We chatted for around three minutes. She started out at 40 for head, I counter-offered 20, and we settled at 25. Her attitude was a hair shy of perfect, though, so I opted not to have her come into the car, also because I know that the energy it would take her to get out of that wheelchair and into my car would make it so I would be obligated to pay 5 or 10 bucks just for having her get in, fail the mouth check, then get back out.
The following day in the late morning, I executed my plan of strolling on foot up to Bianca and taking a closer look at her in the daylight, and doing the mouth check right on the sidewalk, so if she fails, I don't have to give her any money. Bear in mind that giving money to her wouldn't be out of being bullied, but out of decency because of said energy expense combined with the pity that her condition invokes in anyone with a heart. I parked in the Walgreens parking lot, got out and took a shit in what appeared to be a homeless encampment that was momentarily unoccupied in the bushes of the perimeter of the property. Afterward, I walked in Bianca's direction (she was stationed on the middle of the block on National, between 25th & 26th streets). As I rounded the corner, there was a white bum standing there taking a piss behind some fixture which sits across the blacktop from the drive-up pharmacy window. After I passed, I looked back at him, and he started bitching like a tough guy at me. I responded back, standing my ground. I was wearing flip-flops and therefore uncertain whether I'd win the fight. If I had my sneakers on, perhaps I would have beat my chest. But alas, why should the have-nots get to interfere in the glorious lives of the haves? After all, we are doing such important things, while these retards are doing nothing. Whether they're the have-nots or the regular 9-to-5 Joe's who give their paycheck to their fat wife each week, I have no use for them, and am careful not to allow them to reduce my numbers of women I shoot in, or the number of days I get to spend with my kids each year. I'm in Silver City to shoot semen into women's holes, not to fight some stupid bum. I continued on my way. When I got to 26th street, I spotted Candy across the street in the alley, taking a shit behind some garbage cans. We had just introduced ourselves around ten minutes earlier when I was driving around, and she'd seemed nice. Now, she seemed defensive about her outdoor shitting, not knowing that I'd just done the same; and she was leery of the feel-check, rattling on about how I might be just wanting to feel her for the sake of feeling her. I'd explained that I have a car in the parking lot that we would go in if we strike a deal there in that fecal-smelling part of the alley. I was put off by her bitter attitude and less-than-desirable appearance, so I moved on. Rounding the corner onto National, I walked. Around the middle of the block, surrounded by thugs and winos, I passed Bianca in her wheelchair, gazing studiously as I went. The skin on her face was looking so terrible that I didn't want to date her. I don't think she recognized me from the night before or from driving by just minutes earlier and staring. I kept walking, came back up the north side of the street, back up 26th behind Walgreens, then back into my car.
It was shortly after that when I picked up E on Greenfield, as told in my report.
Bianca And Meandering Thoughts
[QUOTE=Wenceslas;6103242]She contacted me a day or two ago, I guess she had saved my number from almost a year previous. We never actually lost track of each other for any length of time. She mentioned she had put on her previously lost weight and was ambulatory now. Not sure how much of this is true but after reading your report aside from the facial skin she look like she fleshed out a bit? Just asking because at one time was a serious knockout and great fuck.[/QUOTE]She wears loose clothing, so I can't tell for sure; but she appears to me to not be scrawny. I'm guessing her body is a normal weight. Conversely, it is possible that her puffed up face gives the illusion of such.
I really would've liked to have my first wheelchair prostitute. The closest I've come was 6'0" tall blond Jazmin, who I met in, I think, spring of last year. She was on crutches, standing under the overhang on the south-west corner of 6th & Greenfield. 'Twas raining outside. She hobbled on o'er with those crutches and got in. We went to one of my spots, and she was sucking my cock before I knew it. Pumped into her (at that time) 20-year-old mouth. Yeah! Almost as cool as Depp and Manson!
It's situations like the one with Bianca that make me wish I wasn't poor; because if I possessed even middle class wealth, I could pick her up, drive out to wherever, and if I get cold feet, I can afford the measly $20 for wasting her time and energy, since no dignity would be lost by me. Yes, that is a downside to living life how I want and expressing myself everywhere I go.
Loving Life & Picking Up WGs
I rolled into town yesterday at around 5:00 pm Hit the streets at around 6:30. Cruised Silver City for 4 hours. Spotted a black chick in skin-tight, brightly multi-colored shorts on National, between 15th & 16 streets, walking west on the south sidewalk. I pulled up. She was eating fried chicken. I turned her down. She asked for a ride up to 27th St. I said, "as long as you don't ask me for money". She was very cold the whole time, eating her fried chicken. When we approached the gas station, she asked if I can take her to her home on Villard. I said, "for $10". She countered, "How about 5?" I declined and told her that she has to get out there. I parked, and she gathered herself and exited the car with sticky fingers.
After cruising for four hours, I picked up Sydney on the south-east corner of 23rd & Greenfield. This girl is 22 years old and is probably the fattest prostitute I've ever dated. Minimum 300 pounds. She has been prostituting on the street for approximately a year and a half, she said. 20. She sucked me for probably 10 or 15 minutes, and then I shot. The first gob went into her mouth, then she stopped for several seconds (which I did not appreciate), then sucked and stroked me the rest of the orgasm. She explained that she hates the taste of cum. 5. She has the most heartbreaking story, which I verified on public court records and Facebook. It's so bad that I don't think it would be allowed on this forum. So, if you pick her up, treat her well and give her some extra money. She deserves it.
Today, I picked up Becca. She was nodding off from a minute after getting into my car, so I thought it might be a bad date, and it was. 25. She gave me a 15-minute or so blow job, which consisted of her nodding off every 15 seconds until I wake her, then resuming the blow job and nodding off again.
Through yesterday & today, I turned down a lot of crud that didn't arouse me.
At around 5:00, after not seeing any member of the Holy Trinity today or yesterday, I spotted E sitting on the steps at the side, not the entrance, of that grocery store on 21st & Greenfield. I zoomed down to Union or Comstock (the next street down), and as I was about to turn, I noticed Rose standing there on the corner! Woot! Two members of the Holy Trinity, right there on the same side of the same block, right out in the open! I love life! I scooped Rosie, and told her that had I seen her and E yesterday, I would have taken them both to a motel room for suck and fuck. But alas, Rose and I did a one-on-one in my car. 25. After around 15 minutes, I pumped into her willing, adroit, and lecherous mouth.
I wonder where Jessie is! She hasn't been around since her boyfriend Chulee (or whatever it is) went in for heart surgery this past June or so.
Let's keep pumping cream into these women's holes, shall we, gents?
Body Shopper.
