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Taylor Yates is really the only quality provider on craigslist in Washington, D.C. She looks even better in person and she smells like fresh flowers in ALL the right PLACES. Thats a REAL BIG DEAL mister. Hot legs, smooth skin and lovely teeth and hair. She is a dollbaby in real life. Modeling should be her job. She should be charging more than a messly 100 kisses but to each is own. Do you're thang TY. I love you anyway!
[QUOTE=Bigboyz]Taylor Yates is really the only quality provider on craigslist in washington, d. C. She looks even better in person and she smells like fresh flowers in ALL the right PLACES. Thats a REAL BIG DEAL mister. Hot legs, smooth skin and lovely teeth and hair. She is a dollbaby in real life. Modeling should be her job. She should be charging more than a messly 100 kisses but to each is own. Do you're thang TY. I love you anyway![/QUOTE]Is this a real review?
Hell no - this is NOT a real review. Her reviews on TER are awful!!!
Notice the yutz that posted has only one (1) post here.
WW
[QUOTE=NC Hunter]Is this a real review???[/QUOTE]
Lol. It's definitely a chick who wrote as Bigboyz. No doubt about it. Aint that right, Ms Yates?
[QUOTE=Bigboyz]Taylor Yates is really the only quality provider on craigslist in Washington, D.C. She looks even better in person and she smells like fresh flowers in ALL the right PLACES. Thats a REAL BIG DEAL mister. Hot legs, smooth skin and lovely teeth and hair. She is a dollbaby in real life. Modeling should be her job. She should be charging more than a messly 100 kisses but to each is own. Do you're thang TY. I love you anyway![/QUOTE]
Obviously her spelling is not that great.
I have actually seen Taylor three times. Compared to the disgusting caliber of providers you must wade through on CL, and the rates which they post. She is indeed a bargain IMHO.
I can tell you that she will give you what she offers at the prices posted. I have not experienced any upsell or rush from her. If you want to bang a 20-something mixed AfAm beauty, in a very nice ass she's worth a try. He body is all natural and very nice. She likes massages if you will give them. Her hygeine is very good, and her place is very nice too. You will have to put in some effort to have a good time here.
There are down sides to her. First of all, she can be very chatty. Probably only if you hit it off with her like I did? Her emotions can run up and down. Finally, you practically will have to beg for a French lesson. If it is actually offered it won't be worth the effort. But you can fuck her in the ass as hard and as long as you want. She will take it all. My sessions with her usually start with giving her a rub down until the KY comes out. After rubbing on her bod for a few minutes and thinking about the voyage to Uranus, I was hard enough to get started on my own.
I have positively and objectively reviewed her on TER twice. I wouldn't discourage giving her a try. I do know most reviewers have bad things to say there. But I have had three good experiences at her place. If you know what to expect going in, you won't be disappointed.
Definately YMMV,
PP
Dam, had the pleasure of meeting Tiffanie Blaze the other day, great lady, well worth a visit.
check her out
[url]www.everymanstaste.com/blazemiddle.htm[/url]
Emulsion,
this is your homie, you know, we hold down White Man's Corner together at the spot. Talk to me about Niviah and Kimberly Starr. Natural titties on those two? Certain pics from each lead me to believe they are fake. Both seem sexy tho. Got any info on either?
Thanks bro.
[QUOTE=Emulsion]Dam, had the pleasure of meeting Tiffanie Blaze the other day, great lady, well worth a visit.
check her out
[url]www.everymanstaste.com/blazemiddle.htm[/url][/QUOTE]
Emulsion is the devil's brother. I was minding my own business at one of the local speakeasys, and he brought over Tiffanie and introduced her to me. Hot girl (if you like the girls with the tight, spinner body :)), great personality. I'll report back soon with the more important details.
i had to hear about this here, bdubs? I cant wait to get back in the game, you're killing me. One of our old friends called last night. You get the same call?
Made my first stop at TBWNN (respec' again, Loop) last night. Man, it seems like sellin liquor is a secondary priority at that joint. No need to guess what's the primary one. Apparently that darkened room hosts all the veterans. Am I correct? I have a hell of a report to make, but not enough time to make it right now. I'll be back!
Selah!
My pleasure bro, glad you had fun. When I go to tbwnn, i hang out at the bar primarily.
Looking forward to hearing about your exploits.
[QUOTE=Hungry N Horny]However if poster has more than one pic on the add--gets tedious with multiple to same tag.[/QUOTE]
All I can say is you and I have vastly different definition of tedious.
Scrolling down page after page after page, then clicking on and opening dozens if not hundreds of separate ads, then scrolling down again to find the ad of a overweight, overpriced dog.... now that my definition of tedious.
So, I make my first trip to TBWNN. As I approach, I notice a car parked close by with 4 ladies who would seem to fit right in if they were inside there. I notice some hangers-on messing around outside, but not enough to make me nervous, and so I venture in.
I park my ass at the bar, and proceed to order a drink. It’s about 12:15am, and the place seems to be in the process of picking up for the night… I share the bar with 3 other hombres such as myself, and one lady. Some gents are in a darkened room off to the side, talking, and I hear female voices/a female voice over there.
Pretty soon, two ladies of what I believe the term is the ‘spinners’ variety come in , and sit at the bar also. They order drinks, and greet a couple of the gents and the barmaid by name… clearly, regulars. Soon afterwards, they engage a gentleman (or, more precisely, a gentleman engages THEM), and I overhear negotiations along the vein that I sought. I also hear them introduce themselves with names that I read here quite often on the board. They all soon leave, apparently to seal the deal, so to speak. Soon afterwards, another enters the establishment. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t give her a second look, and I didn’t, but she ventures right up to me and begins a conversation. Having taken my cue from RTFF and those around me, I decide that since I am the newb in the joint, I should ‘take’ what has clearly been dropped in my lap, so I offer to buy her a drink.
This was mistake #1.
Her name was Sweets, and after ordering a DOUBLE shot of patron silver (in my mind I was like, WTF?!!! what do I look like, Wachovia?... but I kept my cool, being a newb and all) and engaging in small talk, she proceeds to tell me that she just gave someone a great BJ and was so horny. Well, whilst this wasn’t uttered by a being I would have chosen (had I thought I had a choice), I figured I’d roll with the punches, and take what I got. Soon, she was showing me her nipples, right there at the bar, and so I begin negotiations. We settle on 2 cups for 1.5, which I really didn’t want to pay (she was thick, which I like, but misshapen, which I don’t), albeit she said those cups would have to be poured within an hour.
I explain that 2 cups in an hour has never happened to me before, and I doubt that she could accomplish this feat, but was willing to let her have a go at it.
She then proceeds to go to the bathroom, and when she returns, she tells me that she has a quick BJ to perform outside, and she would meet me at her locale after. We exchanged digits, and she departed.
I finish my drink a few minutes later, and decide that this is my cue to exit the premises. I get to my car, decide that I should prowl for something I would actually really want, and hence drive around the known loops. Alas, before I get to the house of the grey, my cell rings. She’s ready. I should have just said that I was too far away, and would have to take a rain check, but I try to be a man of my word, plus I figured that getting some was better than getting none at all. So I say I’m on my way.
This was mistake #2.
When I get to her locale, she has a ‘friend’ that is also in the room. Apparently they split the cost (she told me about the ‘friend’ before I got there, so I wasn’t surprised) of the room. She assures me that the friend is on her way out (the friend’s name was ‘Mercedes’ I think… dark skin, slim, red/black weave/wig, and in the middle stages of a family way), and the friend does indeed leave, but not before helping to ruin my anticipation by needless chatter with her roommate.
We begin proceedings with a CBJ, which I’m sure Sweets thought was the bomb, but was more like A bomb, in my book. Nonetheless, the little reggae boy is anxious to begin his real work, and so she tells me to approach from behind.
After nearly 20 minutes of constant attack from behind (which was interrupted twice by her phone ringing, and her answering it, though my attack was constant nontheless), the door opens, and in walks her roommate with another fellow. I keep plowing away.
This was mistake #3.
I should have been like, wtf? Give me back ½ of my dough, and I’ll leave. I really was not enjoying the session, I was a long way from completion, and I’ve never had an audience, and up to that point, did not want one. However, this is a blatant example of the power of the cat, because I barely batted an eye, and engaged my sweaty endeavor with even more gusto. The other couple proceeds to the other bed (bear in mind that my exercise has been nonstop), complete negotiations, strip, and begin their session. In between moans of 'Oh, daddy!' from Sweets, the other gentleman in the room asks for DATY, to which Mercedes replies ok, but no fingers. Poor reggae boy really didn’t need all this distraction… knowing that the presence of others beforehand (such as at a RT, for instance, should I ever be deemed worthy enough to attend one someday) is one thing… being interrupted midstroke with no notice is another. Anyhow, I plug away. Then, I hear Mercedes reprimand this fellow, saying that she ‘aint doin no bareback nothing, so don’t ask’. At this point, I am on top of Sweets. We have changed protection due to dryness, and I am TRYING to concentrate on my promised land, to no avail. Five minutes later, Mercedes complains about no bareback again (Sweets is now on top of me) and threatens to throw him out. I begin to attack Sweets from the rear again (this is about 45 minutes of straight exercise into the encounter… there sure as HELL wont be 2 cups tonight!), when she soon declares "I'm coming, daddy!". I dont believe her at first, until I feel a wetness that cant be an act. Then I hear Mercedes tell him ‘that’s it. Get the fuck out! I told u don’t ask for bare nothing!’ Coincidentally, Sweets' cat starts to feel exceptionally good, and I write it off to finally approaching the promised land, although I also have the thought that maybe the condom slipped off during one of my moments of being in a semi-erect state. I ignore this thought.
This was mistake #4.
I become rock hard again, whilst still engaged in my activity (as Mercedes attempts to get her 'friend' dressed and out the door, and I’m brushing around the 1 hour mark) and I feel my promised land finally arriving. I pull out, and experience a weird combination of pleasure as a result of finally accomplishing my goal, and horror/dismay at not feeling a condom in my hand. Sweets wonders where the condom is, and begins to berate me (not too harshly, though) about taking off the condom, which I attempt to assure her that I would never choose to do. After all, little reggae boy wishes to be around for many songs to come, if you get my drift.
I head to the bathroom, where I am offered a shower, and apologies from Mercedes about her unfortunate encounter with her mark. I shower, cursing myself yet again for falling prey to the power of the cat, and praying that I did not get any gifts that I did not pay for (in a manner of speaking).
I get dressed, leave, and FIRMLY decide that, newb or no, I’m going to follow my initial gut instincts from now on… if she does not capture my attention from the get go, its for a reason. INGORE HER!!!
Face, 5.5; Body, 5.5, Effort, 7.5 (she did work hard, I’ll give her that).
Repeat? HELL NO. But that’s just me.
[QUOTE=Ravane]So, I make my first trip to TBWNN. As I approach, I notice a car parked close by with 4 ladies who would seem to fit right in if they were inside there. I notice some hangers-on messing around outside, but not enough to make me nervous, and so I venture in.
I park my ass at the bar, and proceed to order a drink. It’s about 12:15am, and the place seems to be in the process of picking up for the night… I share the bar with 3 other hombres such as myself, and one lady. Some gents are in a darkened room off to the side, talking, and I hear female voices/a female voice over there.
Pretty soon, two ladies of what I believe the term is the ‘spinners’ variety come in , and sit at the bar also. They order drinks, and greet a couple of the gents and the barmaid by name… clearly, regulars. Soon afterwards, they engage a gentleman (or, more precisely, a gentleman engages THEM), and I overhear negotiations along the vein that I sought. I also hear them introduce themselves with names that I read here quite often on the board. They all soon leave, apparently to seal the deal, so to speak. Soon afterwards, another enters the establishment. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t give her a second look, and I didn’t, but she ventures right up to me and begins a conversation. Having taken my cue from RTFF and those around me, I decide that since I am the newb in the joint, I should ‘take’ what has clearly been dropped in my lap, so I offer to buy her a drink.
This was mistake #1.
Her name was Sweets, and after ordering a DOUBLE shot of patron silver (in my mind I was like, WTF?!!! what do I look like, Wachovia?... but I kept my cool, being a newb and all) and engaging in small talk, she proceeds to tell me that she just gave someone a great BJ and was so horny. Well, whilst this wasn’t uttered by a being I would have chosen (had I thought I had a choice), I figured I’d roll with the punches, and take what I got. Soon, she was showing me her nipples, right there at the bar, and so I begin negotiations. We settle on 2 cups for 1.5, which I really didn’t want to pay (she was thick, which I like, but misshapen, which I don’t), albeit she said those cups would have to be poured within an hour.
I explain that 2 cups in an hour has never happened to me before, and I doubt that she could accomplish this feat, but was willing to let her have a go at it.
She then proceeds to go to the bathroom, and when she returns, she tells me that she has a quick BJ to perform outside, and she would meet me at her locale after. We exchanged digits, and she departed.
I finish my drink a few minutes later, and decide that this is my cue to exit the premises. I get to my car, decide that I should prowl for something I would actually really want, and hence drive around the known loops. Alas, before I get to the house of the grey, my cell rings. She’s ready. I should have just said that I was too far away, and would have to take a rain check, but I try to be a man of my word, plus I figured that getting some was better than getting none at all. So I say I’m on my way.
This was mistake #2.
When I get to her locale, she has a ‘friend’ that is also in the room. Apparently they split the cost (she told me about the ‘friend’ before I got there, so I wasn’t surprised) of the room. She assures me that the friend is on her way out (the friend’s name was ‘Mercedes’ I think… dark skin, slim, red/black weave/wig, and in the middle stages of a family way), and the friend does indeed leave, but not before helping to ruin my anticipation by needless chatter with her roommate.
We begin proceedings with a CBJ, which I’m sure Sweets thought was the bomb, but was more like A bomb, in my book. Nonetheless, the little reggae boy is anxious to begin his real work, and so she tells me to approach from behind.
After nearly 20 minutes of constant attack from behind (which was interrupted twice by her phone ringing, and her answering it, though my attack was constant nontheless), the door opens, and in walks her roommate with another fellow. I keep plowing away.
This was mistake #3.
I should have been like, wtf? Give me back ½ of my dough, and I’ll leave. I really was not enjoying the session, I was a long way from completion, and I’ve never had an audience, and up to that point, did not want one. However, this is a blatant example of the power of the cat, because I barely batted an eye, and engaged my sweaty endeavor with even more gusto. The other couple proceeds to the other bed (bear in mind that my exercise has been nonstop), complete negotiations, strip, and begin their session. In between moans of 'Oh, daddy!' from Sweets, the other gentleman in the room asks for DATY, to which Mercedes replies ok, but no fingers. Poor reggae boy really didn’t need all this distraction… knowing that the presence of others beforehand (such as at a RT, for instance, should I ever be deemed worthy enough to attend one someday) is one thing… being interrupted midstroke with no notice is another. Anyhow, I plug away. Then, I hear Mercedes reprimand this fellow, saying that she ‘aint doin no bareback nothing, so don’t ask’. At this point, I am on top of Sweets. We have changed protection due to dryness, and I am TRYING to concentrate on my promised land, to no avail. Five minutes later, Mercedes complains about no bareback again (Sweets is now on top of me) and threatens to throw him out. I begin to attack Sweets from the rear again (this is about 45 minutes of straight exercise into the encounter… there sure as HELL wont be 2 cups tonight!), when she soon declares "I'm coming, daddy!". I dont believe her at first, until I feel a wetness that cant be an act. Then I hear Mercedes tell him ‘that’s it. Get the fuck out! I told u don’t ask for bare nothing!’ Coincidentally, Sweets' cat starts to feel exceptionally good, and I write it off to finally approaching the promised land, although I also have the thought that maybe the condom slipped off during one of my moments of being in a semi-erect state. I ignore this thought.
This was mistake #4.
I become rock hard again, whilst still engaged in my activity (as Mercedes attempts to get her 'friend' dressed and out the door, and I’m brushing around the 1 hour mark) and I feel my promised land finally arriving. I pull out, and experience a weird combination of pleasure as a result of finally accomplishing my goal, and horror/dismay at not feeling a condom in my hand. Sweets wonders where the condom is, and begins to berate me (not too harshly, though) about taking off the condom, which I attempt to assure her that I would never choose to do. After all, little reggae boy wishes to be around for many songs to come, if you get my drift.
I head to the bathroom, where I am offered a shower, and apologies from Mercedes about her unfortunate encounter with her mark. I shower, cursing myself yet again for falling prey to the power of the cat, and praying that I did not get any gifts that I did not pay for (in a manner of speaking).
I get dressed, leave, and FIRMLY decide that, newb or no, I’m going to follow my initial gut instincts from now on… if she does not capture my attention from the get go, its for a reason. INGORE HER!!!
Face, 5.5; Body, 5.5, Effort, 7.5 (she did work hard, I’ll give her that).
Repeat? HELL NO. But that’s just me.[/QUOTE]
Bravo, Bravo, Bravo...
I must say that I truly enjoyed reading of your less fortunate encounter. Seeing that I am truly not a nubie, but have never been to TBWNN, it was nice to see how one without experience there handles themselves and the situation.
Again, nice post and I hope you didn't get any hangers-on for the lack-o-condom!
Van
Ok, I kinda wished that I would have a bangin ass story to commemorate my 25th anniversary, but, alas, i think my 24th post would be hard to beat. Nonetheless, I do have a story to tell, after all.
Last Friday a little friend of mine that I've known forever decided to make yet another trip to TBWNN. He got there at about 1am, and had to pay $20 to get in. Apparently they were hostin some kinda party of some sort... its seemed reggae based, which was right up the street of this friend of mine. Never mind, cause my friend was focused, if u get my drift.
So, he's in the joint, chillin, realisin that the place seems to be crawling with some of his compatriots. Big deal... if he wanted the feel of home he'da WENT home... he was there with another mission in mind. After chillin at the bar for a spell, he notices a female that would make sir Trick W. proud, with her bangin ass. Problem was, everybody else noticed the same damn thing, and every 2 seconds another dude had his mouth by her ear. I get the opportunity to pay for one of her drinks, which I calmly do, but then I dont get the play I was hopin for. O well!! Que sera sera...
About an hour later, who should walk in but Sweets! If you've read my previous post, you would know all about my encounter with her. [url]http://www.usasexguide.info/forum/showthread.php?p=531255#post531255[/url]
Suffice it to say, I meant it when I said I would not repeat. However, she had walked in with a nice lookin WSW... nice enough to capture my friends attention. So, I text Sweets on my friends behalf, and she looks over and promptly comes on over. After a little small talk, she tells me that my friend could engage both herself and her new found friend for $.5. She said her friend was new to the game, and she had just found her at a nearby gas station. I tell her that I would engage her friend for $, and she goes back over, talks to her, then signals that all is good when the friend finishes her drinks.
Soon after, the friend and I leave, and she tells me that she doesn't have a spot. Damn! I quickly remember that my bredren Loop had informed me of the location of a no-tell, and I proceed to attempt to find it, which I do. Whew!
(Once again, Respec', Loop!!)
I pay the .25 to get in, and proceed to get busy. Now, one thing about this place... it was hot as HELL, even before we began, which was not a good sign. No BJ for the $, according to her (which merely confirmed my earlier suspicion that she was as new to this game as Sweets). No matter, cause my friend was ready to rumble. And rumble, he DID. Man, she had a nice, sweet a$$ for a WSW... the shape of it was truly that of an apple (especially when observing from above, as my friend assaulted from below). She was indeed a trooper.... cow, mish, reverse cow, from behind... you name it? It was done.
It was a great experience, purely because of her enthusiasm and tight nature. Pity I didnt get to the promised land... and trust me... it wasn't through a lack of effort. I believe that it was a result of the blasted room being too damn hot... I just couldn't finish, for the life of me.
At about the 50 minute mark, I give up, we get dressed, and head out just as the innkeeper bangs on the door, announcing that the time was up.
We engage in small talk after (her name was Goldie, btw), she tells me that she's from Bmore, where she used to dance, and had just started in the biz that night. (rriiiggghhhtt!)
I deposit her at a location of her request, where she's supposed to meet with her 'new found pimp'. Would I repeat? Hell yes... mos definitely. Maybe I should bring a fan with me, next time, tho... unless we are at a different locale.
Face: 7 (some pimples reduced this score significantly)
Body:8 (a VERY nice butt, for her race)
Attitude/Service :9
Repeat? Hell yes.
Selah!