A Stephen King Short Poem I Dedicate To The Infamous Streetwalker Rose
Your hair is winter fire.
January embers.
My heart burns there, too.
Kicking Off The New Year In Glory!
Hello, fellow mongers, and streetwalkers alike! We are the great people who have a full soul and do not compromise with society! Johns and wholes have to unite to work for our collective betterment! If we don't hang together, we'll hang separately.
I arrived in town around a week ago and went on a 24-hour sex spree that consisted of six dates among four women (two I saw twice). This was in zero-degree weather, so 3 of the 4, I rousted out via phone. Two motel dates and four car dates. Let's get started!
I straightaway picked up Renia and went to the motel in the afternoon. We were driving 60 miles an hour. Suck, fuck, suck again. Enjoyable, but no orgasm. I asked her afterward if she'd still be up for car dates consisting of a blow job and driving at the regular miles per hour, and she said yes, then clarified that she'd do it when it gets warmer. You see, driving at this high speed and not ever coming isn't sustainable. I appreciate her, though. It's just that I'm an ugly soul whose cock and brain are set on fire by creatures like The Pig Goddess more than their nicer counterparts.
That evening, I picked up Chella and repaired to the motel with her, at 50 mph. In fact, first, she had me skulk at 10 miles an hour around her neighborhood. She left her phone with me as collateral, then she came out, and off we went. Suck, fuck, suck. I shot and she spat my goo out. I admonished her that our agreement from a couple of dates earlier was that she would swallow all of my chud. She replied that she had forgotten. On our way back, Chella reminded me to drive 40 miles per hour! I had forgotten! I apologized profusely, assuring her that it was an honest mistake. I sped up immediately to 40, and she assured me that she believed me. I then remarked that while I tend to always think the worst of people's intentions, I had better give the next person who forgets such a thing the benefit of the doubt! By the way, Chella's pussy was just as wet this time as during our first fuck, a couple of weeks earlier! This is one of the wettest, if not the wettest, pussy I have ever felt in my life! It is unbelievable and awesome!
As the wee hours rolled in, my balls began filling up with cream again, and I wanted to shoot it out so I could sleep. Toward that end, I contacted on Jackhammer Jill. I picked the girl up and got my dick sucked at 3:00 in the morning. We drove 25 miles per hour on the way there, and 5 miles per hour on the way back. Heaven! I love shooting into that woman's mouth! She is so great at cocksucking, she really deserves a medal. You know how McDonald's says billions and billions served? Well, Jill's plaque should read Tens Of Thousands Served. This woman sure loves her protein shakes!
The following day, I needed to come, so I cruised for around an hour, finding nothing, since it was around zero degrees out. By the way, I have lifted the restrictions I placed upon myself and the hookers. With total freedom I did my first sex trip of the year, wanting to pick up new bodies, but not getting to do so, because the cold caused there to be no women out who I wanted. I was accosted by one Maleena- a black woman with a European-shaped nose, standing in the parking lot of the pantry at 11th and Greenfield. I turned her down because I found her to be unattractive. During my previous trip, while I was under the restrictions I'd placed upon myself, I met one Melody at National and about 24th street. She was white and looked alright. I would have picked her up, were it not for said restrictions. She really wanted to do the date, even though it was both me and my friend in the car. But I digress.
So, the following day, as I said, I needed to come. After looking for fresh street meat for around an hour- or at least someone I hadn't had the day before- I called up the faithful and ever reliable Chella. I picked her up and went off to the races, at 20 miles per hour. Before we started, I admonished her to drink the precious liquid I produce. I'm guessing it only took this adroit swine 5 or 6 minutes to procure her drink. She drank it lovingly and dutifully. We drove 10 miles per hour on the way back. Chella is now 7 for 7 in making me come. She's rising up in this world, due to a delightful combination of positive traits: pleasant-manneredness, dedication to her task, honesty (except when she says she doesn't have drugs on her), availability, and possessing a long-term phone number. Keep an eye on this one! She has a long and glorious past on the circuit, and will continue doing great things well on into the future.
I rousted Jill out again 30 minutes after shooting into Chella's mouth. When I informed JIll that I'd shot into a face hole a mere 30 minutes earlier, her heart sunk, and she moaned, "Great". The moment she stepped into the car, I informed her of that, and admonished her that she needs to suck me for 15 minutes, if I don't come. She had agreed. Well, she only sucked me for 8 minutes (I was watching the clock), then quit! The first couple of times I asked her why she quit, she said, "I can't do this. " The next time I asked, she said, "My mouth hurts. " On our way back, I was mongering, looking for pussy, and I even zoomed south from Greenfield onto 22nd street to check out a walker, but I didn't like what I saw, so I took the alley down to 21st, then got back onto Greenfield. Jill was complaining and telling me not to monger while we drove. Then, she had me take her to a convenience store two blocks from her home. She said twice, "If you want, you can wait for me and drive me home. " That's something to think about before quitting after 8 minutes and then telling me not to look for another face to shoot in on our way back! I dropped her off and drove away. I believe that had Jill stayed on task, she would have broken Erika's record of making me come 90 minutes after I shot into Chella's face hole, and Jill would have made me shoot a mere 50 or 60 minutes after shooting in Chella's face. Those 8 minutes were 8 minutes of absolute paradise! Jill knows every millimeter of male genitalia flesh! We drove 25 miles per hour on the way to my spot, and zero miles per hour on our way back!
Right after dropping Jill off, I picked up Erin! You remember the hot one I did one glorious date with one sunny afternoon last summer, after Jill drained my balls twice the previous night? Well, this time, too, I had just been with Jill twice in the previous half-a-day. Erin and I drove 20 miles per hour on our way out to my spot. She smokes crack to get horny, then she walks the streets, looking for both money and dick. In me, she found both. While last summer, I couldn't get it up on our date, this time, I managed to, but lasted a mere half-a-minute; but that was long enough for this pig to orgasm on my cock. She had committed to a 20-minute round, and after sucking, then fucking, then sucking again, 19 minutes into her task, she procured my load. She had even admonished me, during the second sucking session, to focus on the task (my orgasm). We looked in each other's eyes as she sucked me playfully, passionately, and I dare say lustfully. I shot out a torrent of sperm into her sucking face hole. Heaven! She swallowed my issue. We drove back at 10 miles per hour. Erin is pretty new to the streets. She hasn't learned to negotiate too well, yet. Lucky me! Ha! She plays hard-to-get, though! She turns down most mongers, and even plays hard-to-get with me! On my way to pick Jill up, I had pulled up to Erin, and she said, "Come back in three minutes. " Later, she called me, and I had just dropped Jilly Bean off, so I went and scooped Erin up.
The world is full of dainties that bring delight to a man's soul. This bountiful, green earth is plentiful in its resources. We are all bound together by The Great Circle Of Life. From the soil of Vietnam and Brazil, to the semen squirting into American women's mouths, all life is connected. God bless you, merry gentlemen.
Body Shopper.
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Another Day On The Circuit.
Thursday I took a vacation day, and I (thought) I had a date with Jackie who is a friend of AJ's.
Jackie and I had been texting the night before and things were all set for a mid-morning meet. I got to Milwaukee at about 8:30 in the morning and Jackie was not answering. I cruised Greenfield and National for nearly 2 hours with out seeing one single Street Walker while waiting for her to get back to me. I also called AJ who was motel bound and could have met up with her but was trying to get with Jackie as that was the original plan.
I also tried Jill (Jill The Great) several times with no response.
I have never seen Greenfield and National so dead. Tried Lincoln too but there was nothing there, as expected.
Finally on Greenfield I picked up a girl that wasn't very interesting, but she was the first even barely acceptable Streetwalker I had seen and I thought if I got my cock in someones / anyones mouth maybe my luck would improve. She worked me over and earned her $30 but I was still unfulfilled and tense.
But my luck did change, and boy oh boy, did it change for the better.
Within 5 minutes on Greenfield I spotted a really HOTTTT looking walker, caught her eye and motioned her to go down a side street and I went around the block to pick her up.
I didn't recognize her till she told me her name but she remembered me from over a year ago.
It was Lola. (Photos Below).
No longer blond, and a quite a bit thinner than when I had seen her before. Hair and makeup perfect, body looked and felt incredibly good and I was enjoying just looking at her as we negotiated our next moves. I swear to God she looked so Hot I could have cum just looking at her face.
We ended up at Dolly's in a queen sized bed. My cock spent a good deal of time in her mouth on the way out there and once we got in the room she wanted to shower first, then my face went between her legs for an extended while before proceeding to other activities.
I thank heavens for girls like her, they make my life worth living and make me forget, even if only for a while, that I'm a old ugly fuk and that there are no women I'm attracted too that are attracted to me.
After Dolly's we headed for Taqueria El Cabrito on 11th for lunch and once again my cock found it's way into Lola's mouth for most of the trip. God that girl knows how to use her mouth. She made what was otherwise a very crummy day into one of the best I've had for a very long time.
Now. She has told me I can share her number. BUT. She wasn't sure of the number and said her new phone was at her house and that she would text me the number when she got home and made sure she had the number right. So far she has not sent it.
She also left her sweater and jeans in my car. I gave her the bright pink tube dress she is wearing in the photos and I guess she forgot to grab them when she got out of my car.
I hope more than anything I can hook up with her again, maybe even with both her and her sister Loli. Loli is the very first Street Walker I ever picked up in Milwaukee. You can see her photos in one of my first posts I made here a few years ago.
"I'm sure glad I introduced you to my friend!" Total conquest of Erika!
Sometimes, I wonder if life is a dream. Most experiences seem like a nightmare. Street walkers are one of the few bastions of sanity and fun that exist in this earthly realm.
Other times, I think we're in what essentially is a video game, where we have free will, but are being watched from outside the game, and will get to watch the replay after we pass out of this hell. It's up to each of us whether we have fun or not, and whether we change this world to our liking or not.
Erika gave up her ghost! As I stated, for almost two years, she repeatedly wouldn't let me partake in the totally natural, normal act that is supposed to conclude any coitus session between any man and woman anywhere on planet earth. I am trying to balance my duty to give a faithful report with my duty to not tell her secrets. Actually, when she gave it up to my friend, she lost the privilege of secrecy out of loyalty, but she still gets to enjoy secrecy out of my desire to not anger her to the point of her ceasing doing dates with me. So, I'm keeping her secrets.
For now.
I am a brilliant genius- a sloremonger of the highest caliber. A man of the strongest degree of will power and intelligence, able to devise a plan, take it step-by-step, and see it to fruition! My plan, lofty as it was, was to confront her with my friend in the car, then post here, telling you all what she did, and then enjoy her full body in the way that I've always wanted to, but she never would let me! I didn't know if I would pull all of that off, step-by-step, so I am extremely proud of myself that I did so!
As reported, when I confronted her in late December, with my friend in the car with us, she immediately opened up her menu to me, too. But alas, I turned out to be in no shape to perform, so it did not happen that day, though she and I sure tried.
So, three months after her dirty deed- two years to the month, after we began fucking- and 6 1/2 years after we began doing blow jobs- I finally got to experience the divine with her! Ha! She submitted to my will! She consented 100%, even though two long years of refusal, and then this coming about only because she gave it up to my friend, show that she didn't want to do it. I don't waste my time worrying about why people do what they do. In life, and in this world, I just tell people what I want from them, and either they do it or they don't. Like I said, for whatever reason (the reason doesn't fucking matter to me), Erika said, "It's open" to me in the car that day, and has been open to me ever since. She goes out of her way to meet up with me and let me do my hideous thing. I came into town for a pair of days two weeks ago, going home in-between, and I enjoyed her thrice, and also got a blow job from Marissa (Red).
The only bad thing about this is that since my friend suffered damage of 60, now I have to suffer that damage too, if I am to get to do what she consented to with him. Drat! I'm a cheapskate, and that extra 10 really hurts! But it's well worth it!
Erika has gone from being a flake to being reliable! Again, I don't spend too much time pondering why people do what they do. It is what it is, and I'm delighted with the turn of events. I no longer receive the disrespect from her that I always received by being ignored, and sometimes stood up, in the two years of phone setups leading up to the date between her and my friend.
I got her to agree to meet me at a certain time and date, and was totally not expecting her to show, especially since her phone and messenger were off. Lo-and-behold, she messaged me right around the time we were supposed to meet! I happened to be in her neck of the woods, so I went over and scooped her up!
I took her to the motel. She refused to take off her shirt! Who ever heard of a working girl refusing to take off her shirt to fuck on a motel date! She said, "I'll take it off if I get the extra 10 whether you do (what I'm keeping secret for her) or not. " Can you fucking believe it?! She's lucky she's the best at fellatio, and one of the greatest fucks in Silver city, or I'd be done with her after that! I refused, and told her that she should take it off anyway. She reluctantly did. She then fellated my member for around 10 minutes. Then, she lied down on her back on the bed, and we fucked for a couple of minutes. Then, another probably 5 minutes of fellatio while I sat on the chair. Then, on my instructions, she sat down on my lap and bounced. The dirty bird purposely kept my dick out of her pussy! This is a trick she is notorious for- and I dare say, admired for- among her fellow slores, so whereas I normally would not be too harsh in my condemnation of the act on this board, I am condemning it, since I have actually heard that she does this very trick, and I did not bring up the subject to the girls! I noticed after about ten seconds of thigh-fucking and lip-rubbing, and we then stuffed it into her twat, and she continued bouncing for another, perhaps, forty seconds or so, until I told her to stop.
Erika has always presented herself as being half-crippled, and therefore unable to fuck, other than laying there like a dead fish. It turns out that that was yet another lie. She is extremely skillful at fucking! She is adroit at bouncing up and down in a lap. She is even athletic! Yes, that scrawny drug addict you see walking up and down Greenfield, half-dead, can fuck with the best of them! I was sitting on the chair, and she was using the edge of the bed mattress for support with her hands, and she moved in a circular motion, making me feel extreme ecstasy! But she'd rather make 20 or 30 giving blow jobs in cars than actually do all of this and make some real money. Whatever. She didn't even want to sit on my lap. But when I kindly informed her that the other 10 depends on it, she clambered up and did her pig thing for that sweet minute-or-less. 60.
I cruised and found Marissa (Red), that black chick, at Greenfield and around 20th street. We repaired to my spot. 20. She sucked my cock for 10 or 15 minutes, unleashing a torrent of goo into her mouth. Spit. 10. I dropped her back off.
I contacted Erika again that night for another motel date, scooped her up, and took her to the motel. This time, I instructed her that when I command her, she should spring up and flop back onto the bed with her legs spread and her pussy at the edge of the bed, and I will stand there and fuck her. I further instructed to her tighten her pussy around my cock while I'm fucking her. So, I sat down on the chair. Erika fellated my member for probably around ten minutes. Then, upon my word, she leaped backwards onto the bed, prone, and I leaped forth and proceeded to brutally pummel her sweet, tight, pink pussy, while my knuckles gripped white on her hips. This I did for probably 45 seconds. Maybe a minute. This was the greatest sexual experience I'd had in the six months since I fucked a friend of mine for free at home in early August once daily for four days, the first three of which I- well, I guess I shan't say, lest I give away the Pig Goddess' dirty little secret (and I mean dirty!
While we were cleaning up, I remarked, "I'm sure glad I introduced you to my friend!" She laughed resentfully as she playfully said, "Shut up!" I laughed victoriously!
Erika is the goddess of fellatio. Erika is the goddess of pussy. As she was beginning her blow job that night, I was telling her of the three names I've given her here. I said, The Fellating Messiah, The Light Of Silver City, and The Pig Goddess. When I said that last one, she looked at me and said "why that? Then immediately resumed applying the most heavenly techniques on my cock head, causing me to groan and shudder. I swiftly quipped, "You just answered your question. " She looked at me and laughed, and I smiled or laughed with her. Honestly, gentlemen, while it is true that of the hundreds of women who've sucked my cock, I've met 5 or 10 who, for one blow job or more, did an approximately equal job to Erika, it is also true that Erika is one of only two women who are this skilled on the cock head. The other is the young, thin Amy on Lincoln, but she stops early and doesn't even make a knee grow cum, so all-in-all, I consider Erika to be the greatest. Now, due to her tendency to nod off, therefore bringing her completion rate down slightly lower than Jill or Jessi, I consider Jill and Jessi to be equally as valuable as Erika. But the sensations that Erika gives me while sucking my cock are so sweet, so heavenly, so out of this world, that if I had to pick one slore of all of Milwaukee to crown as The Greatest Cocksucker, it would be Erika. This is coming from a pig who has had several hundred women suck his cock.
So, the following night, I had another person with me, and we were in a different motel than my usual one. I refused to pick Erika up, because I refuse to sit for even 30 seconds in that neighborhood with this person in the car, much less the 30-to-60 minutes she often makes me wait. So, I requested that she find her way out there, and to compensate her for the inconvenience of arranging her own transportation there and back, I would drop her an extra 20. By golly, she kept in touch with me, and eventually arrived! Albeit way too late, probably with other Johns' semen dripping out of her holes, although she denied having been with anyone. She said she'd accidentally gone to another location, though upon my research after she left, that location doesn't exist. LOL Anyway, I was going to send her out into the stair well to smoke her crack since someone was sleeping in the room, but when I remembered that there is a bathroom fan, I opted to let her smoke her crack in the bathroom with the fan on, as the fan was doing a great job completely clearing the air. I sat on the toilet while she sucked my cock. After around 15 minutes or close to it, I told her to sit down. She quickly stood up and sat down on my lap. This time, it was awkward for both of us, because I was on a toilet, and she didn't have anything convenient to hold onto. She grabbed a bar toward the side and used that for support while she did her pig thing. After around 30 seconds of absolute heaven that every man lives for, I told her to stop. 80 (60 for the date, plus 20 for her delivering herself to me and leaving without me having to do anything to get her away).
While I stand by everything I said in my scathing post about her last month, I am being very careful to report gently any criticism I have of her in subsequent reports, because I remember, humbly, that when she got into my car in July- two months after turning me down last May- within a block or two of driving, I felt my soul breathe for the first time in two months. So, I have to be careful.
In conclusion, I will repeat what I said earlier: Erika is The Goddess of fellatio. No woman makes me feel as great as she does when she sucks my cock. Her twin techniques that she does superior are- and they both revolve around the cock head:
1. A type of suction that is unique to her, and which no one else does. Even Amy on Lincoln, while being notable for her suction, is different than Erika, and provides an inferior experience in both blow job and overall date than that which Erika provides.
2. Erika's signature: A tongue job on the cock head while her lips are sealed on the shaft, just below the rim of the head. You can't see what's going on, other than her cheek occasionally looking like her tongue is probably poking at the inside of the cheek, but you feel what she's doing with your nerves connected to your soul itself.
I am extremely happy with this trip! Three times I experienced the ultimate pinnacle of ecstasy with Erika, and once I shot off in Red's mouth. Life is great!
Body Shopper.