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On the way to the Country Club I took a rip up and back.
Near Division I saw LSW that I haven't seen before.
Smaller wearing a madras, checker skirt. Cute as hell but after circling back I got a look at her face. Sullen, weathered and the look of Hype.
At Stark I saw FHTs WSW Crystal. Added weight, no doubt from a little time away.
WSW Shitlock was near Glisan.
Ventured no further.
Opened up with a Bogey. Shot 5 over on the Front. 3 over on the Back.
Mt. Hood views, purple sunrise and Workingmans Best Friend.
Tried and true, wet and engaged. Blew 3 days of buildup.
Now Playing: On the Mountain at Dawn. Today will be a great day.
She ran bareback through my dreams before I even knew her name & with time in my rear-view mirror feels like dream now. Though I wasn't cognizant of it. At the time she was the 'ho of my dreams & though we had a long run, this is one who slipped through my fingers. I bet a few of you old timers maybe were fortune enough to meet her.
Twenty + years ago, I'd only been in PNW a year or so & just rented a large old place near felony flats. I was still somewhat shell shocked from love of life dying two years before in auto wreck that I somehow survived w/ no more than a few cuts & bruises. We both were planning to move to Portland & make a life together. Not to be...I was on the final stages of through the whole process & starting to come out of my minor depression & guilt. Anyway, I was back to this coast after a decade+ away & buckling down building business & making up for wasting some of my earlier life.
Anyway, noticed this late twenties 5' 4" long hair brunette 125 lbs. w/ great body built for torque topped w/ a most spectacular C rack & nice ass around the hood. She was a hot mess that just dripped 'hella sexuality w/ deep liquid brown eyes that'd you'd fall into when she looked at you while talking. This one looked fuckable no matter dressed & made up to the sluuty hilt or birds' nest dirty hair w/ tee jeans & sneakers. I was always amused that her hair color changed regularly & on various holidays sport bunny ears & offer me jellybeans, a Santa cap or a Christmas time candy cane etc. She also reminded me of dead ex somewhat, to say I was intrigued & perhaps a little infatuated at first w/ this chameleon was an understatement.
Anyway, my office window looked right up an alley that she always used. One hot summer morning saw her come bouncing down the alley short cut. She stopped, looked up & down alley. Then lifted her short summer shift & pissed like a racehorse. LOL. As she finished, noticed me & gave me a little smile/wave as she bopped off. Well, that glimpse of bald pussy peeing sparkling gold in the morning sun just about made wet dream myself in my shorts. LOL. I'm sure it was the first totally bare gash I'd ever seen, which intrigued me further as I been banging nothing but Bush all these years. I'm sure I pounded one out within seconds thinking of her.
Over time find out, her well to do mother had bought her a cottage about eight houses from me. She came from some oil lease money & she got a quarterly check from her dead fathers' side of it to supplement her dancing. Her place was nicknamed "that fucking crazy strippers house" by my neighbors & was occasionally surrounded by flashing PPD cars. She had an affinity for snorting meth w/ minor pill chasers at times & was a major pothead. Name was "J" & she stripped way up on Foster Road afternoon shift, supplemented her earnings w/ CBJ (she swore LOL) in the VIP room & on rare occasion walked 82nd near Holgate & the NW stroll sometimes when she could get off her cute ass to actually walk. Showed her how to do the Craiglist thing but she never took to it. Too structured for her seat of the pants personality, I thought.
We started this friendly acquaintance as I settled in neighborhood, walking previous copilot, her coming over for morning coffee & sometimes breakfast. Giving her the odd ride when she was late for her shift (she'd give me a fistful of crumbled up one dollar bills LOL "for gas & being so sweet" along w/ a cheek kiss in this sexy Oklahoman drawl that came out at times). Was totally transparent about her bisexuality & swear all I saw were women doing the AM. Walk of shame down the alley. Though she lived w/ some Latino dude "landscaper" it was his side gig in pharmaceutical market was where he was making his money. Not a bad sort yet he was in over his head w/ her sexy hot messiness. I think I resisted her so long because of that. She said he really wasn't a one w/ a high sex drive & said he was more into the free rent than her. Once or twice their arguments spilled into the alley or street & I was somewhat in awe as she handily kicked his ass on the regular. Also have to confess I was more than just a little scared of her. LOL. Anyway, Latino dude wasn't an issue & never gave me an ounce of static as "J" hung out more, though we'd yet to fuck.
Up until this point all I'd had a two experiences w/ paying for pussy before moving to PNW: Mexican brothel while working in Baja Peninsula in early eighties & another earlier one-time spur of the moment encounter in Palo Alto's 70's "Ping Pong Parlors" when living there (a whole other story). Totally ignored the SW's round my places when living in SF/Silicon Valley or New England main strolls when doing my late college trip. I was friendly w/ the regulars I'd see around my places, even let them use my head & warm up on the freezing nights, but never crossed over or went there.
I'd had my 1st two PNW SW experiences here (see my report # 2946) & embraced that time w/ dumb enthusiasm. I wasn't fully on the bus especially after next SW pickup that was just plain "stinky custard abscess" (# 3102) to say the least (it's when I started my "smell test" SMHDS). I just wasn't sure of the whole deal yet & was back concentrating on civilians & having just enough success to keep me almost happy, still had that blind dumb hope & was thinking monogamous relationships in those days. Yeah, I see all you fuckers rolling your eyes. I'm as serious as Trump thinks he's smart.
"J" always say "come & me see me dance" & I'd always beg off saying "strip clubs aren't my thing" (still true). I resisted her mixed message intentions to her bewilderment & still don't why I did as I she clearly fueled my fap sessions then (and to this day somewhat LOL). This foreplay dancing around continued for months until she popped by one hot Summer Saturday morning in an even more than her usual whirlwind state.
She was going for a job interview at some other club as her shifts had been reduced for always being late at Foster Club. Her skintight & painted on dress had succumbed & split a side seam & did I have a needle & black thread? I did & we both attempted sewing the seam w/ her still in it. After a second, she said it be easier if dress was off. She peeled it off & almost immediately the blood was draining rapidly from my brain & flowing south as she took over the needlework in her heels, see thru pink lace bra & white w/ pink trim "Hello Kitty" thong. As she feverishly worked on the seam, she saw my obvious semi & suppressed a smile as she sewed seam. Gave her a ride to now closed club on Powell & as she got out giving me a long flash of Hello Kitty pussy print & said, "thanks for the needle & thread & the compliment" "you wanta' to watch a movie later? "Uh OK" my dumb ass probably replied & she leaned into driver's window & gave me a soft lingering kiss on the lips w/ her hand on my arm (along with some more crumpled singles) as she hopped out & I watched her perfect ass & legs sexily saunter into club.
I was still hot, bothered & lightheaded from that "Hello Kitty" thong & kiss. Not mention the heady mix of her natural scent. Went about my day very distracted & got home late in the afternoon. Saw "J" come bopping down the alley in that loose-limbed saunter soon after. She'd changed out of sluuty previous mini dress/heels into longer summer dress, braless in tight sleeveless top & had her hair in Harley Quinn pigtails. Bee lined straight to place when she saw truck in driveway. I let her in speculating wildly what I was getting myself into. Mentioned she'd come by on way back after her audition, but I wasn't yet home "are you avoiding me like you normally do Zavi? I stupidly stammered something to the negative & as she twirled those pigtails seductively around her fingers while running her tongue lightly over her full & red lips. I'm positive I looked like some grinning simpleton as she smiled & said, "offer me a cool drink you big dummy".
A pitcher of margaritas later led to a tipsy fevered make out session where I felt thirteen years old. "J" pushed me back on the couch as she worked pulled my shorts off w / a "won't need these Zavi". Her kissing her way down my body including my pits & nipples to a teasing BBBJ where she raucously licked/sucked & coaxed a load out of me in record time all while those brown eyes looked up at me yearningly. Shit, I was really was thirteen again as I exploded in her throat. What didn't get down her throat, she tried to contain as it dripped down her chin & used her fingers to scoop between her pretty lips & lick her fingers clean. Showed me her half full mouth & swallowed while I fell into those eyes. You just don't meet that many who incorporate all the best parts of dick sucking into every bIowjob. I'd thought I'd seen fucking God it was that good.
To Be Continued...
I made 4 passes tonight, JCB 122 JCB 122.
JCP to Stark, desolate.
At 82 Stark there was a cute made up Hispanic that kept disappearing and reappearing looking into the McD parking lot. Got out to investigate, said her name was Taryn (or Karen) and she was waiting for her "boyfriend". I offered a ride and she said she would if her BF didn't show up soon. I walked around the block and she was gone. I didn't hang around.
The babe I always see shouting into the abyss was on 82 in the median between the Sunny Market and the Lofts, yelling at someone who didn't exist.
An unattractive SW in street clothes and a black hoodie at the top of the hill at the light across from the HS tried to get my attention while waiting for the light to change. No thanks.
Heavy set mixed SW in cowboy boots and a dress near the Klickitat 7-11.
A natural heavy set stacked red head in heels and yoga pants walking South in front of Popeyes. She looked like she had a lot of attitude.
On all passes I saw a chunky bleached blonde w / dark roots in white patterned pyjama like bottoms between 102nd and 122nd. She seemed to be ignoring traffic and more interested in her phone.
Can't wait for the second part and the inevitable decline. Pics look a little familiar. Would need to see the face for confirmation.
Love your South story's. I have so many similar storys of pickups, hookups and unbelievable humanity down South way.
Anxiously awaiting Part 2.
I made it to the Northwest this week, after a disappointing few days in the Bay Area, so went for a drive. Saw a blonde girl on the Klickitat 7-11 wheelchair ramp, but she didn't want a ride. Then picked up a Holly, larger, maybe latina, basically opposite that 7-11. She said she was on the rag, so oral only, although I enquired whether she'd take it up her ample behind. She seemed to have a rather inflated idea of her value, but I figured we could probably get to an arrangement, I wasn't expecting her to say declare in the hotel parking lot that she couldn't do a hotel date. I dropped her back and continued. Saw the hot mess that yells at random nothings.
Eventually found a blonde Sarah near Division with her Tyrone (I can't follow the other Sarah references in this thread, she doesn't seem to fit any of the other ones I've seen mentioned though, natural blonde. Although shaven, smaller boobs, looks a little more worn than her claimed 35 years, thighs show signs of significant weight loss). We agreed 3 jacks to have a dirt track ride at the hotel, then she wanted dropping off and she'd follow me in her car, but took my number to be sure of connecting. Since we'd just passed another hottie, I figured I'd check her out too, but got outscooped. Also found another redhead walking up near Sandy, said she was out looking for her mother's pickup truck that had been stolen. She didn't actually offer anything else, maybe she was just a civvie. Much later than she'd implied (of course, I assume she needed medicating first - "putting gas in her car" she termed it.), Sarah showed up. She'd called a couple of times to make sure we were still on. We had a good GFE time, banged her hard for a while, and she claims to have got there a couple of times, and I blew a good load up her tradesman's entrance. She asked for a tip on top, which was well earned. I have her digits for seniors.
Since I've been feeling better and a little stir crazy decided to go for a lap and see what I saw. I couldn't see much because of all the damn fog. Around 10 pm jcb to sandy and back. Not a single sighting through the foggy mist. I did have a white car with only it's fog lights on pace me almost the whole first lap. At first I was irritated but then remembering I was recon only I decided to glance over at the other driver while pointing at random things. He'd slow down and look every time. I think he got tired of my antics so he turned off at Fremont. LOL. If that was you, sorry not sorry. Saw a bit of curious activity in the parking lot of evergreen then looped around at sandy. On the way home I saw a glimpse of nolas sexy ass in a little fur coat, mini skirt and thigh high heels. I would've looped around for her fine ass but I didn't have the coin she wants so I passed and took joy in the memories of being balls deep in her. Nothing else spotted on the way home. No bagger, no local crazies, no utopia crew, no cops except the 7 unmarked cruisers I saw in the clackamas mickey d that were circled around a Corvette. I was sure the guy was going to jail but all the cops got in their cars and drove off. I told the guy he was the luckiest man I've seen and he just sat there crying into his steering wheel. I don't know. I got a few things lined up for the weekend but if that falls through I'll see what's out there again. Stay safe.
Haven't gone out much recently. Still working on that bubble minimization. Wouldn't be an issue if any of my regulars & I could actually align. It's been a long couple weeks without seeing one or the other. Still the same w/ both of them. One down South w/ her kid through Thanksgiving. One trying to work as much as she can while she can. Support your favorite restaurants w/ the takeout only option. What I hear from her is not encouraging.
So Merry & I finally made time after her shift for a quick Saturday overnight. Not the long hang out as she had to work today also. We did make plans to spend Thanksgiving here & she's bringing prepared dinner from work. Since I'll never afford place I'm looking forward to that.
The copilot & I decided to check out 82nd JCB>82nd>Sandy upper # between 7:45>9:45. Like Dblitz mentioned Friday, the fog again was thick tonight. Though it seemed worst JCB>Holgate & Glisan>Upper Sandy. Other areas of 82nd were fairly clear. Chilly ass night as the thermometer at Glisan gas station read 33 degrees on last pass.
First pass was deserted both ways.
Jess from my reports # 2615 & 3180 was hanging out near Flavel staring down all cars in sandals, jeans & grey hoodie. Hair was up & I could smell the weed she was toking on wafting around in the fog. What a resin head. LOL.
Susi from my reports #2320 2304 & 2369 was getting scooped near Eastgate.
At Hong Phat the younger healthy weight ASW was getting picked up. First time I've seen her that far South. Sorry never saw her again Zirix.
Bagger had some red jeans going on as I saw her hop out of someone's ride. Beelined straight to warm up her bench.
Sara 0.0 was waddling along determinably fast near the Sandy Baxter's. The pea soup fog was in my favor here as I didn't have to ignore her usually pitiful histrionics.
WSW Potato sack girl was in usual white dress & cowboy boots at Standard.
A couple of WSW & BSW of mostly the I'm sure fuglie variety were out between Fremont Glisan. Couldn't see much in the fog & didn't care to either.
Maybe the selection get better as the night progressed but got the early call to head downtown for greener (or is it pink) pastures.
Not much PPD out & not a Clackamas to be seen all night.
Safe recons & life.
Yeah, where was I...having just experienced the only non-psychedelic religious (sic) experience of my life. If "J' had just given that BBBJWS etc. & nothing else I'm sure still would be a highlight of my life. See # 3643 below for 1st part.
And what exactly the fuck is the "Cheetos chaser" Zavi. Patience. I'm getting there.
After "J" had sucked my soul into that talented mouth she licked me flawlessly clean. Saltier DFK of those soft & full lips as I pulled her top off & worked over those responsive nipples. I gushed that those breasts were magnificent. I was taken aback when she laughed "they ought to be they were expensive". I had no idea they were & to this day still the best store bought I've ever had the pleasure of meeting (unfortunately years later she had them redone into the more round version that while still great but lost most of the element of real or bolt on? Anyway, at this moment so soft & natural that only were betrayed when she took a deep breath & held it in. I silently thanked that unnamed surgeon saint for his superior work as I worshipped w/ yet more supplemental sucking & nipple twists along w/ some soft slapping. Her light moaning & roaming hands as I sucked & worked her perfectly sized nipples encouraged me that I was on the right track. As I finally worked my tongue down that flat belly to already wet smooth bare pussy, I caught a smell & taste as I licked around her all so soft blushing labia. No, not the stank we all are fucking dread LOL. If anything, just the opposite. A far forgotten yet pleasurable childhood olfactory recollection was being triggered. If anything, she tasted fucking fantastic as my mind struggled to pinpoint the additional unknown flavor factoid. Since I actually didn't mind the novel appetizer, put it out my mind. I mean what's a horndog to do, so went on licking sucking nibbling & fingering her to several vocal orgasms. As I concentrated more she pulled my head down & had a huge one that squirted some. That kind of startled me LOL. First bare pussy & my first squirter in same day. Up until that day always thought the latter was a myth. LOL. Also, as I write she remembered she was my first stripper another check off the list for this bozo.
This being twenty + years ago I was again still almost painful pipe rail gate hard & wanted to be in her no matter the taste. She mentioned she wasn't on b/c. It was still a couple years before I'd decided copilots were the only "kids" I ever wanted & not succumbed to vasectomy. Ran into the kitchen to look for some covers. In the much better light of the kitchen as I frantically looked in the drawer where I believed them to be, noticed a slight orange splotch or something on my fingers. Tasted my fingers & licked it, I know, I know WTF you thinking Javi? Still SMDHS at that. Still tasted fucking fantastic but still drawing an absolute blank on exactly what in the fucking hell is that? Not surprising w/ the majority of my blood still being diverted some place other than my fucking brain & still so hard I was dickmatized. My powers of deduction were pretty much nonexistent at this point. Again, I put it far out of my mind to concentrate on the more important pressing matter of fucking that sweet pussy notably. No matter what the condiment!
By then she'd moved the all too warm upstairs bedroom & as I entered, she was sprawled across my bed smiling, touching herself & gazing at me w/ those shiny brown eyes. I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but it bears repeating, there's nothing sexier when mere eye contact constitutes consent & her eyes were speaking volumes. Think fucking Encyclopedia volumes. As I stood at edge of bed, she pulled me close & licked my dick & balls w/ some tongue taint teasing. I played lightly w/ her red & swollen pussy. She asked me to spank it softly & after a few light whacks groaned that "I need you to fuck me". Awkwardly, I suited up & slipped into that warm nirvana. She immediately dug her nails in my back & pulled me balls deeps as she said "I like being fucked slow & steady at first" fine w/ me I thought as I knew if I pounded hard I'd lose control all too quickly. As we slowly coupled in every position imaginable she had the uncanny ability to know when I was close & disengage into yet another position before I crossed that no return threshold. By now she'd erotically massaged my dick once or twice w/ her orgasms. That pussy was coating me more & more w/ her creamy essences. As we decoupled she laid onto her back & spread wide & told me "your turn". Fucking finally. That edging shit is painful. As I relished the feeling as I fell into that warmth knowing my release was coming soon. She wrapped her legs around me & told me "look into my eyes as you fuck me hard". All that previous fucking edging denial must have improved my endurance as she raked my back & she came yet again very quickly. We fucked ourselves senseless until she started some "I want to' feel that dick pulsing that come out" dirty talk. Soon, I filled the bag w/ an amazing 2nd nut that had me fucking cross eyed. As we laid in our puddle of sex swoak, she kissed me & licked me saying "I love the way you taste".
I saw my opening about her unknown taste mentioned earlier. Told her she was tasty as well & as tactfully as I could asked "what was that extra pussy piquancy I loved so much"? She sexily laughed out loud & blushed more on top of her sweaty flushed state. She embarrassedly told me she was extremely horny & hungry after her audition & stopped at local store to get a bite. Since I had yet to get home, she fingerbanged herself "silly" while snacking. Being as much of my reasoning had been fucked out of me, I still hadn't put it together & immediately blurted out "what were you eating? Between her hysterical chortles & tears she finally got out "Cheetos". I only could join in the laughing as I buried my face in that sweet pussy for more fuckery that went on long into that night. We never got around to that movie that first night together.
That hot summer torrid first encounter turned into a couple of fuckfests a week for literally pocket change or the occasional help on her cottage or minor bill. Soon Latino landscaper went to jail & she got a non-dancing job & a reliable roommate, she soon stopped asking altogether. Soon it was all holes BBFS, occasional threesome's of her choosing or once or twice my occasional girlfriends would join. A few ten day road trips & numerous weekend vacations together & her hanging several nights a week. Too many concerts together to count. We continued our whatever it was for over fifteen years minus the occasional break when one or the other was in a monogamous coupling.
If her absolutely superior fucking skills & the accompanying passion weren't already enough. Her lingerie collection was bottomless & she loved to dress up. Sometimes I'd sort through her collection & dress her up extra sluuty. Numerous times she appear in some fuck me outfit under a longer coat & yell "sloppy sex surprise" giggling as soon as the door opened (My Dad visiting once got a "wonderful (his words) eyeful" one evening LOL). I never ever got turned down if I wanted to fuck & just as often she'd initiate (all she had to say was "Cheetos" & I was like one of Pavlov's dog minus the bell LOL of course this worked both ways). Always up for a photo pre coital photo session or any posing.
Just the above would have been enough for most horndogs. Yet, added to that she was whip smart in a way you wouldn't expect. She never failed to grasp a concept or pick up on something. No mansplaining needed w/ her. Once or twice when shorthanded at jobs I'd hire her as helper. She worked as hard as anyone & could trash talk/curse w / the most seasoned. She absolutely took no bullshit from the odd chauvinistic tradesmen. While sometimes one of my female customers would raise an eyebrow on her baggy overalls wearing self, their husbands always gave me a subtle wink. Also, would always throw the lumberyard incels into a tizzy as she helped load lumber or materials. Like I said earlier she manifested sexuality at a much higher level than any woman I ever met.
One memorable Summer remodel job it was just the two of us. My punch list on an empty NW house (divorcing couple) before it was sold was long & varied w/ tight deadline set in stone end date. My business partner at time refused to change his vacation plans for this late scheduled job that fell into our laps. The job paid triple our normal rates so I couldn't pass it up. So, hired her for $100 day cash (plus I made us both lunch) & put her to work on various stuff downstairs while I was upstairs w / table saw screaming constantly. The place had a pool & of course "J" & my previous miscreant copilot couldn't resist it for a pre lunchtime swim. As I looked from the 2nd story as they swam around. Slightly annoyed as I'd made it clear to both, that we weren't here to swim. All I could do was look on w/ amusement at her skinny-dipping w/o a fucking care in the world. She noticed me & looked up as she gave me a sexy coy & "busted" look. As she floated on her back w/ those perfect tits bobbing above the water & glistening wetly in the July sun. Thought fuck it & joined the two for a quick swim. Then I dragged her up in the master bedroom amidst the sawdust & saws fucked her ass wildly on the floor. Despite the tight time schedule to get this job done, we still managed to take a nooner most every day. LOL.
The same gig produced an offsite threesome w/ the attractive blonde MILF listing RE agent when "J" & her took their liking to one another I was invited along on their coast weekend. Another story...
Hell, even for a few years she did my taxes. Why she didn't capitalize more on her smarts vs. her fuck skills is still a mystery to me.
While I've painted her as a perfect renaissance woman in the story, of course she had her flaws as do I. A total inability to cook anything remotely edible & trying to teach her even basic shit never took. Housekeeping of any sort was a foreign concept. I knew her for at least two years & it wasn't until I helped her paint her bedroom that I realized it actually had hardwood floors under the piles of clothes & shit. Her basic fiscal responsibilities were unevenly & erratically frightening at times. And like some being on time also blew at times.
Unfortunately, as so often happens it kind of sputtered out in early 2015 +- too long to go into real detail yet it was mainly over some shit that could have been fixed but wasn't.
It was as shame as we were extremely fond of one another. I know we "loved each other" yet weren't "in love". During our sometimes intense times together I always thought we were stuck in some romantic melancholy loop, if that makes sense.
There was some fleeting "inevitable decline" (to quote Rammer), but she just as quickly came about & realized incarceration (especially that) & addiction were not for her.
Anyway, her Mom & her had falling out. Mom sold cottage & "J" travelled some for 6-7 months. Came back to Portland stayed w/ me until I set her up w/ client's garage apartment. We started up again as it had been a day instead of six months. She found a at semi straight job, though still in the industry she stopped dancing. We'd get together a couple nights a week. But during her absence I was scoring on the regular w/ another South end low volume 27 year old blonde find (yet another FHT tale). I also had reconnected & had my long term sights set on the wild "artist" civilian I'd met working out of town several years earlier. I was overextended yet in the best of ways. Maybe she sensed something had changed though I was free to see others. Especially if she was open to sharing me.
Some of her previously mentioned fiscal issues became more prominent. I tried to help as best as I was able yet ultimately we came to an impasse on it all.
"J" finally migrated to Florida after some more legal issue & outcome. Met guy who was smart (dumb?) enough to not ask that many questions & just enjoy her quirkiness She got that white picket fence; they adopted a kid & she didn't have to work anymore. Saw her once in 2017 on a solo road trip for my Dad's funeral. Turned out she was not too far from where Dad had retired. Found her number & got together & reminisced over drinks & lunch Then banged each other fucking silly for old times sakes in some A1 A fleabag hotel LOL. Even in her late forties still looked good & hadn't lost any of her fuck skills. We still stay in contact online for birthdays & the odd holiday but no other physical contact since that humid afternoon in 2017.
I could go on for pages about our times together & escapades. Maybe I will in some supplemental FHT (or perhaps not as I have a couple shorter FHT languishing this one took a lifetime to finish SMDHS). There is most certainly a debauched "Fear & Loathing in La La land" story about the "Mushrooms & Hollywood" & "High as fuck in Laurel Canyon" vacation photos.
While there's some contenders recently (especially Merry or to a lesser degree my semi MIA UTR MILF squirter). It's going to take some serious competition to knock "J" off the top of my greatest fucking fuck list.
Every once in while you run into that perfect storm of pussy & all you can do is hope you are still above water as she blows through your life.
Gents,
I'm more often in the strip club and massage pages because, even though it's probably a matter of perception and the reality is likely there's very little line between relative risks, I've always been more hesitant to go the street route. But I am definitely curious: what are typical menu prices like on the street with a girl that's not going to make me want to spend the whole time vomiting in the bathroom (that's off the table — girl needs to look, smell, and hopefully taste clean)?
Thanks for any help.
Realized I'd neglected to deposit last week's gig check Saturday night. Wanted it to post on Monday. While we're out I figured the usual routine couldn't hurt. Especially since Merry so nicely drained me 15 hours before any temptation would be low.
We headed out about 2:45>3:45 JCB>82nd >Sandy upper # as usual. Chilly as a few of my ex's hearts yet warmer than last night.
Empty until across from Harbor Freight where WSW Quasimodo was dressed in fur hooded jacket & jeans. She still looked cold as fuck as I passed.
Walking North just past Division was trim Italian looking thirties +- WSW w/ longer & curly darker hair. Nice shape under her jeans & boot w/ shorter stylish jacket. Wanted better look so thought I'd intercept before she passed Taboo. Went into Taboo lot & came around to wait & nothing. Finally pulled up even w/ 82nd & she was sitting at Taboo emptying the contents of her large purse out. Absolutely fucking oblivious to circling cars & me. Waited to see if she moved North but ultimately I felt was too exposed there. Go tedious quick & left.
A BSW & WSW duo were looking/waving at all in front of the Madison. The BSW didn't register w/ me at all, but the WSW reddish brunette didn't look horrifying.
Empty Sandy upper # & the remainder of trip home. Well, except for Quasimodo still sitting in same spot. Had an emphatic rush of the Thanksgiving spirit while passing her & visualized what I thought might be her life.
Was fucking short on time as I'd promised my neighbors son he could join me on the copilots evening walk yet turned around & parked near her. No not for what you think you degenerates. Sometimes that kinder holiday spirit overtakes your usual grouchiness. Myself the holiday mostly just give me a fucking headache & I usually avoid them as much as I can get away with. As she got up & walked to window I asked if she was hungry & she replied yes. Told her I was running late but here's fifteen to go in the bar & warm up & the food's not too bad. Seemed a little stunned (or stoned... and there's that snarky & grouchy Zavi coming out LOL) when I said she didn't need to get in truck.
She headed into bar & I headed for home & a long walk.
Safe recons & life.
I read all of that. I have a FHT (Karen) to post. Will do later.
[QUOTE=RammerRammer;5083959]I read all of that. I have a FHT (Karen) to post. Will do later.[/QUOTE]Happy you read it all. It turned into a nightmare of editing to get into a manageable length. Easily could have gone on several more pages. Too many stories of her & as I wrote remembered some forgotten to time. Remembered another one involving my 2nd (and thank god last) interaction w/ bold domed Asian vice officer & "J" that was pretty funny.
Not to mention the almost impossible task of looking through the +- 6gb of photos took me forever.
Is Karen your Hello Kitty story?
No not Hello Kitty. Just a South End Walker of old that now posts exclusively on EB. I recently saw her way out Sandy way walking to the convenience store.
In other news Frankie texted, she is Walking until 10 pm.
Not as organized as ZJ so I can't refer back to her reports. She is the Lexi Lookalike. Mid 20's WSW. Has a wholesome Mennonite gone bad look. Full Bush takes it all down. About to lick her up and get her good.
On 82nd around 0600 today. About 5'2" gray hair but fairly good looking. I'd say around 40 - 45 yrs old, curvy. Parked at her favorite spot. A fairly secluded parking lot. Agreed on. 4 for a BBBJ allowing me to fondle her large, hangers. Asked her if she wanted to fuck. She said. 2 more. BBBJ and BBFS with cip for. 6. Not a bad way to start the morning! I'll see if she'll let me bring her back my place tomorrow and let me take pics and vids.