Streetwalker Reports

Sup All; bullet-proof love and special shouts to the Big Homie, Sgiii! We have to see a man about a dog. Speaking of dogs, take Ranita (please), she of inquiring mind and Jerky-girl HJ sent me a smiley face emoij. Now I'm off all week including Labor Day wknd. I could sit at home and rub one out via [URL]pornhub.com[/URL]. Instead decided to seek out this reluctant duck sicker (think about it). Shortstop said she was down for. 60. Back at my spot she asked for the money upfront and I gave her. 60 and said if she treats me well I will tip well. She gets down & started to BBBJ my Charles Dickens. Nice & slow & deep just like before. I told her to climb on & I bounced her for a few. Pussy a little loose but she works it well. Started whininng about her legs so I told her to BBBJ me again & take it all down. She starts to work & I blow hard as she swallows every drop. Dropped her an extra. 30 & dropped her off near Oak Village. I had deleted her number since she refunded me at the School of Dentistry. And Vivian her daughter wants to fuck me. Peace in the middle east.

Intrepid hunters, this is no joke! The big spotlight on the driver side is something I had not thought of or understood. Until conducting surveillance in Durham gave me the opportunity. As far as the mp license plates, I wouldn't bet on it. UC's can have no spotlights, a regular license plate & be of any brand vehicle. What I've noticed with those vehicles is that they do have the red and blue lights tucked at the top of the front and rear windows & depending on the vehicle, there would be a small 6" tint at the top of the window to hide the lights. Also if they're conducting a watch operation, the unmarks would park on the main street or side street & radio in a suspicious vehicle for a marked vehicle to roll-in on.

Regarding providing posts & other stats.

Thanks.

And I'm not sure how I'm supposed to recognize Dudley Do-Right sitting in a dark car. My night vision sucks. I guess anyone sitting in a car with the lights out is suspect in those zones. Thank you.

[QUOTE=LifeCoach252;3890573]I agree last night this am was hit in miss. Picked up this super cute BSW off biggs that I been eyeing for a minute. Light brown skin Short curly hair and spandex that fit so well. Don't see her out often and usually when I do it's traffic galore. When I did and no traffic behind me I hit reverse quickly. Took her and parked behind my house. No bad odors smelled like baby powder. Wanted weed bad. BJ doggy load on her ass=35. Had a super skinny WSW black hair attemp to flag me down on umstead. Passed. Went to chapel hill / carboro it was dead. Ended up in raleigh and picked up the tatted WSW near new bern, parked at Waffle House, placed a order and went back outside and enjoyed a BJ = 25. She knows what she is doing. She was about to go BBBJ but I opted for a hat. She smelled like smoke strong. Cool convo. I think she has been discussed and even posted on the Raleigh board. Ended back up in durham at a private residence on piedmont from black chick I found online like 5 am. She f*cked me so good like the world was coming to a end. She was wet her twat really did sound like Mac and cheese = 50. Her kids was sleep in the 2nd room had to tip toe to her room. I plan on setting a record today. Got a 10 am appointment coming up and been in touch with the midget white chick in morrisville. Will see her later. I like to stroll, but also I play online game in between strolls and certain dating apps such as Tagged. (you have to weed out the Bullshit. Mostly black chicks. Some familiar backpage faces, inbetweens, and beggers.).

Random: how the hell do every SW phone either just got turned off, lost or will be turned on next week. Like WTF.[/QUOTE]"Later"?

I think we passed "later" a long time ago. It's beyond that point now. Stay safe everybody!

Disciplined lotharios, THIS is real intel at its best. Speaking of UNC working women, don't ever, ever, ever neglect that tight-ass cleaning lady pussy. My friend, Lianne, who is on an extended vacation now before she left introduced me to Janice. Dark haired AA woman, about 170 lbs. Mid 40's. Promised me that before we meet, she'd shower. Got the call said she just woke up & would need to shower by me. Claimed she cut her mouth and was limited to light licking. Yummy tits with a gold lame' thong. Felt my Charles Dickens begin to thicken as I laid her on her side. Lackluster at oral though a shiver went up my spine when she traced her tongue from ballsack to the pee-pee hole. Sweet, tight pussy. Didn't get a chance to have my camera phone running this time so I could get some highlights. Sweet little quicky fuck. She's becoming a favorite. Had her another time on-campus. Texts me:"I'm drunk and need a big dick. " Tells me to met her in the UNC supply cabinet. When I get there, she's completely naked and sitting in one of those adjustable office chairs. And that did it and all I needed. Minor drawback, place was fucking crawling with LEO. Not only marked up blues but DTs in knightrider mobiles in dark tints. I ran out of there in a quickie and hoped that they weren't pulling random cars over. She seems desperate for cash though. Overall damage. 25. Now go forth & find your own hoes!!

So I was rewatching Casino Royale today. The first thing you can't miss about JB is that he is insanely capable. Whether it's hand-to-hand combat, sailing, speaking 8 languages, driving (kind of), parkour, holding his breath, hacking a computer, Texas Hold'them, and, yes, fucking, the underlaying message is that guys should be good at stuff. That's not how the real world works though. Granted practicing JB's skill set would take a lot of unsexy time (can you imagine JB practicing parkour or how boring that is?) But JB is society's masculine ideal just like your favorite SW's favorite john and you could never achieve James Bond's prowess without lots of practice just like your favorite SW's favorite john. Whatever he (is a lot of guys see themselves when he says his iconic line; "The name is Geo. Mister Geo. " But seriously folks, let's all remember the wise & often, forgotten words of Confucius:

"Crowded elevator.

Smell different.

To midget".

So, yeah JB would probably fuck the snot out of Gidget the midget. Did anyone see the pics provided by the Big Homie, Sgiii? Rheindeer booty on one gal on all fours! If one picture is worth a thousand words That's the one, but I digress. Wasn't Gidget doing hard rock at one point for real? Or was that Mya? Which one has the neat gap between her teeth? And is that Sara Jay washing some lucky guy's bologna at the top of the page?

Greetings from Chapel Hill! Men, I haven't seen or heard from her in about 3 months, no idea what happened to Joyce. I went by her friend's house but it looked like they have moved. I called her old cell number 3 weeks ago now, but the number belongs to some nimrod. I know where her house is, yet I'm hesitant to roll over there & ask her brother what happened to his big booty sister because I need a BJ. Hopefully, she got locked up & is putting some weight back on. But my point is people know what goes on, they don't make that big a deal. You know, you can ask about Joyce, but just don't be overly thirsty about it* lights a left-handed cigarette, you know, the kind without a filter*.

I seen lox aka head hunta / twin out today on morning glory today. Even tho she legend in Durham boy I,can get over how ugly she is. She the type of ugly that take you breath and make you stare. But I always heard her head game was vicious.

[QUOTE=LifeCoach252;3929501]I seen lox aka head hunta / twin out today on morning glory today. Even tho she legend in Durham boy I,can get over how ugly she is. She the type of ugly that take you breath and make you stare. But I always heard her head game was vicious.[/QUOTE]I had something important to do out in Durham. Before I went to my appointment I decided to see what was on the stroll. At 8 am, I saw a really HURT looking BSW in front of the McD's. I don't know what possessed me to swing around, maybe it was the full lips or the decent booty but for some reason I decided to give her a chance. Boy Oh boy, am I glad I did. "Deana" isn't much to look at but she gave me the slowest DT BJ. Full 25 minutes of super slow deep sucking in the back seat because the center console makes it very difficult for the woman to lean over and suck my Charles Dickens. The build up & explosion was fierce, she didn't spell a drop. In the Army, my staff Sergeant always told me to fuck ugly chicks because what they lack in looks, they make up for in performance. Man, was he ever right. I doubt I will make a habit of grabbing ugly SW'S, but she was a winner. She didn't have a phone but she said she likes to work mornings because most of the other girls are sleeping & she doesn't have lot of competition for guys who want an early morning BJ. Be clear: I'm a monger. You know how you try to baby-proof your home by putting little things over the outlets? Well, my posts are like that. Will it work? Who knows? I mean sometimes a kid still sticks his fork in a plug & gets zapped but it's still worth a try, right?

Mr Geo here; you, there. It's been a quiet week for me, although today I took a meeting in Durham concerning testicular cancer. As the meeting ended I was delighted to get a text from the snowbunny affiliated with Cassandra, the campus freak (see posts #534 & 551). Since I already had someone today, I was surprised that my Charles Dickens started twitching again when I read her message: "I need to fuck. " Guys, I just realized I never detailed Amanda & where I met her. Just driving around and as any monger knows freakazoids have a look to them. She had on a sleeveless white blouse and black stretch pants with sneakers walking the diminitive Hershey, the wonder dog. 38 c's with long nipples; about a 6 in the face; maybe 5'6" about 130. A pill head probably Adderoll or something to keep her up for studying. Attends the UNC School of Medicine majoring in Genetic Biology. Shortie is always extremely playful and today was no different. Jumped me then threw me down on the bed wherein I started licking and sucking those titays. Then: "Stand up so I can suck it. " Very nice Billy Joel song. And she did not rush. Seems to like it Absolutely loves missionary to the exclusion of all other positions. Amanda came at least 4 times; very nice tight pussy in which I dumped an army while gazing into her gorgeous, glazed eyes. Her wonder dog, Hershey, has a new friend, a 6 week old chocolate Pit Bull dog, Kaos. Don't ever, ever, ever neglect that tight-ass campus pussy, do you understand?

[QUOTE=MrGeo;3930273]Mr Geo here; you, there. It's been a quiet week for me, although today I took a meeting in Durham concerning testicular cancer. As the meeting ended I was delighted to get a text from the snowbunny affiliated with Cassandra, the campus freak (see posts #534 & 551). Since I already had someone today, I was surprised that my Charles Dickens started twitching again when I read her message: "I need to fuck. " Guys, I just realized I never detailed Amanda & where I met her. Just driving around and as any monger knows freakazoids have a look to them. She had on a sleeveless white blouse and black stretch pants with sneakers walking the diminitive Hershey, the wonder dog. 38 c's with long nipples; about a 6 in the face; maybe 5'6" about 130. A pill head probably Adderoll or something to keep her up for studying. Attends the UNC School of Medicine majoring in Genetic Biology. Shortie is always extremely playful and today was no different. Jumped me then threw me down on the bed wherein I started licking and sucking those titays. Then: "Stand up so I can suck it. " Very nice Billy Joel song. And she did not rush. Seems to like it Absolutely loves missionary to the exclusion of all other positions. Amanda came at least 4 times; very nice tight pussy in which I dumped an army while gazing into her gorgeous, glazed eyes. Her wonder dog, Hershey, has a new friend, a 6 week old chocolate Pit Bull dog, Kaos. Don't ever, ever, ever neglect that tight-ass campus pussy, do you understand?[/QUOTE]Yeah, I said that. "A pill head." Distinguished gentlemen, speed has tripped the light fantastic in America for more than 85 years. From Ritalan to Adderall to the twice-methylated 'Breaking Bad' stuff, speed seduces over-bright students like Amanda & scurvy garage-dwellers. Like I was telling my Big Homie, Sgiii, the history of amphetamines as a drug of subjugation--it was used to compel obedience and order in soldiers, dieters and unruly kids--haunts it. OK, in 1933, 46 years after Lazar' Edeleanu, a Romanian chemist, synthesized amphetamine-a mix of mirror-image molecules, levoamphetemine and dextroamphetemine-Smith, Kline & French picked it up and sold it as Benzedrine. Then it was shipped out to war, literally. Months after Pearl Harbor, the drug was weaponized. Military commanders greatly feared another humiliating epidemic of "shell shock" like the one that had crippled the Allied armies of World War I. To keep soldiers looking on the bright side of war, armies begin provisioning the men with amphetamines. Psychiatrists on the battlefield rechristened 'shell shock' as "operational fatigue" and soldiers were relived to hear they had a physical aliment, treatable by Benzedrine. Dudes, even combat itself was charged with speed. Speedfreak servicemen of the 1940's made for gung-ho, wild-eyed fighters as the drug supplied them with fool's courage. They hurled themselves into battle where they might have held back by less thrilling but more adaptive human traits: anxiety, prudence, conscience. Commanders like what they saw & kept their men dosed. When the soldiers came home, many were addicted and their wives became the nations next good soldiers. They reproduced the logic of the battlefield: They sucked down amphetamines to wage war on bodies--their own. The postwar obsession with thinness developed alongside the speed trade. But speed changed shape. Just as "operational fatigue" had been styled as pathlogies, distractibility got a pharma-world makeover. And became ADHD.

[QUOTE=MrGeo;3927059]So I was rewatching Casino Royale today. The first thing you can't miss about JB is that he is insanely capable. Whether it's hand-to-hand combat, sailing, speaking 8 languages, driving (kind of), parkour, holding his breath, hacking a computer, Texas Hold'them, and, yes, fucking, the underlaying message is that guys should be good at stuff. That's not how the real world works though. Granted practicing JB's skill set would take a lot of unsexy time (can you imagine JB practicing parkour or how boring that is?) But JB is society's masculine ideal just like your favorite SW's favorite john and you could never achieve James Bond's prowess without lots of practice just like your favorite SW's favorite john. Whatever he (is a lot of guys see themselves when he says his iconic line; "The name is Geo. Mister Geo. " But seriously folks, let's all remember the wise & often, forgotten words of Confucius:

"Crowded elevator.

Smell different.

To midget".[/QUOTE]"So, yeah JB would probably fuck the snot out of Gidget the miidget. " Of course, Midget [URL]Cum.com[/URL] has all of the above as well as German midgets, black midgets, midget orgies, midget 3-some, et. Al. A lot of people find midgets unfamiliar and make assumptions based on stereotypes.

Greetings from Chapel Hill! Thank you guys so much for your support and, remember when Ragnor head-butted a nimrod for challenging him? Let me spell it out: Men are created, not born. Coping under pressure. Not abandoning your girl during hard times. Poverty. Difficulty. Heartache. Conflict & pain forges the masculine mind-set; I guess that's why in some cultures, boys go thru a period of initiation & come back men. Having said all that, why do some mongers request contact information-and offer nothing in exchange? C'Mon. , it's levels to attain senior membership on this forum, let alone sharing information. Not to take it out (pause) too far, but every person on this planet buys products because of their emotional needs & whether we like it or not, we all are products. When a monger chooses a kitten, you're basically buying a product. And many of the psychological laws that make you buy products applies to how guys choose girls & vice-versa. How will I look? How does this make me feel? Bottom line: what's in it for me? By becoming a master at selling, one can be perceived as a valuable product, so here's the deal: a verified booty for a verified booty! For future reference, give me a number. Then, I will hit it to see if the requester is legit. Only then will I pass on any contact info. That's the deal, nothing less! Otherwise, I'm keeping my fuck-buddies to myself because they're addicted to what my dick did. Mr Geo, here, there, everywhere.

[QUOTE=MrGeo;3925351]Disciplined lotharios, THIS is real intel at its best. Speaking of UNC working women, don't ever, ever, ever neglect that tight-ass cleaning lady pussy. My friend, Lianne, who is on an extended vacation now before she left introduced me to Janice. Dark haired AA woman, about 170 lbs. Mid 40's. Promised me that before we meet, she'd shower. Got the call said she just woke up & would need to shower by me. Claimed she cut her mouth and was limited to light licking. Yummy tits with a gold lame' thong. Felt my Charles Dickens begin to thicken as I laid her on her side. Lackluster at oral though a shiver went up my spine when she traced her tongue from ballsack to the pee-pee hole. Sweet, tight pussy. Didn't get a chance to have my camera phone running this time so I could get some highlights. Sweet little quicky fuck. She's becoming a favorite. Had her another time on-campus. Texts me:"I'm drunk and need a big dick. " Tells me to met her in the UNC supply cabinet. When I get there, she's completely naked and sitting in one of those adjustable office chairs. And that did it and all I needed. Minor drawback, place was fucking crawling with LEO. Not only marked up blues but DTs in knightrider mobiles in dark tints. I ran out of there in a quickie and hoped that they weren't pulling random cars over. She seems desperate for cash though. Overall damage. 25. Now go forth & find your own hoes!![/QUOTE]"Yummy tits with a gold lame' thong. " As soon as I saw that thong I lost it. Told her to take her UNC-issued pants off s-l-o-w, which she did with a sly smile. Reveled an ass so BIG, it screamed of power. Something about the side position, I dunno. I came like the pouring rain all over that thong! But I wasn't done. Shorty mounted me in CG and started breathing really heavy. Then: "You like it?' When I assured J-Lo I did, indeed, like it she went right to the moon. She looked me dead in the eye & smiled dreamily. " Oh, MrGeo, I've found you at last" Clinging so softly to me, with her busy tongue & inventive mind, it was impossible to say who made more noise, the bedsprings or Janice. But mostly it was like primitive war: guttural, mindless, inarticulate. And, "when I get there, she's completely naked and sitting in one of those adjustable office chairs. " She had pre-set the height of the chair, laying that pussy out flat. Charles Dickens was hard as Chinese arithmetic. She inserts me into that bushy pussy. Her lips dew back cat-like from her teeth & her nostrils flared with every breath. J-lo moaned deeply, her legs came up and locked around my back & pulled me down into her. I felt myself harden again. She goes, "Take it easy, baby. You trying to kill me?" I withdrew, shot an arcing load that narrowly missed her face by inches.

What up, JMonger? Long time, man. This is MrGeo aka Uncle Grizzly and I'm NOT Dudley Do-Right*Maury voice: The lie detector determined he was telling the truth* Hey, if you're confident enough to play the role of Monsiuer Lustig, one of the greatest con artists in history, selling the Eiffel Tower to greedy scrap metal business owners looking to make a fortune overnight for millions of dollars, not once, but twice--one thing is clear. You're not effing around, you don't hesitate & your moves have a high rate of success, be that in escorts and / or SW's. You know, there's that 1 split second before a, say, Mike Tyson fight where Mike Tyson's opponent would flinch & look away. He already knows he's been beaten!. And there's that scene where Marco Polo & Kubla Khan stare down a wolf. It's hesitation versus boldness. In order to be fearless, you need courage. Be bold, my nephew. Be bold.

You should start a blog. A ****** page of some sorts.