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Hey anyone have contact info for a petite little olive skinned dark hair escort named Toy? I've been trying to hook up with her since she lived in Holland and I haven't had the chance yet. Last I heard she was working down near Detroit. I can't get her little bubble butt out of my head to this day.
[QUOTE=MarkoFromTrpja;4788233][URL]https://max80.com.listcrawler.eu/post/escorts/usa/michigan/detroit/50026462/[/URL]
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First girl has been around for a while. Second girl looks like a lot of fun. Anyone had a dream about her?[/QUOTE]For # 2 check out post #7051 from 2/18/20.
[QUOTE=Suhbliem;4787937]This post was originally made for the sex workers reddit, but only SWers are allowed to post there and I spent a lot of time typing my story so, here it is LOL.
I broke up with my girlfriend two months ago (cheating on her part), right at the beginning of this lock down. I remember feeling this overwhelming sense of solidarity, loneliness watching her pack up the last of her things from my house. Have been penned up in the house since then, no where to really meet new people. The isolation has really been getting to me. I stumbled on this subreddit a couple weeks ago and have been reading the posts out of curiosity. I learned a lot reading this reddit and eventually felt I could solicit these services myself.
Through this channel I discovered that twitter was a popular place for high end escorts to advertise. It didn't take long to have a list of a dozen local escorts through Twitter. After a couple weeks of emailing back and forth with a few of them I made the decision to meet up with one of them. This girl seemed particularly friendly and outgoing just through the emails and text we exchanged which ultimately made my mind up. She was the most expensive out of all of them at $800/ hr. , the other girls were asking $350-650/ hr. But, you ever get this feeling about someone? Like you feel that click before ever meeting? That's how I felt about this girl so I decided to go with her.
Booking her became it's own mini adventure. I had initially booked her for the weekend but work issues with delayed shipments forced me to postpone our meeting not once but twice. She was gracious and handled it very well, never got upset or angry and was always understanding. We would eventually meet the following Thursday, which was yesterday. We set a time for 9 p, she was driving to my place and she was about 1 h30 m from my place but with traffic she didn't arrive until 10 p, the anticipation and excitement on my end waiting for her made me feel so alive, in that moment any thoughts of loneliness had vanished. I spent most of that time nervously pacing back and forth and making adjustments to the playlist I had made for this moment. Finally, she arrived. I heard the phone make that oh so familiar incoming text sound and a moment later a car door close in the driveway. My heart skipped a beat, then proceeded to thump like a subwoofer at a edm concert. I came outside to greet her. She had this big smile on her face and her arms outstretched waiting for a hug. After a warm embrace we went inside.
Per recommendation of this reddit I had the money in a envelope on the table. She saw it but wouldn't pick it up after several minutes of talking so I finally handed it to her, she smiled and put it in her purse. With all the formalities out of the way, I was excited to get the evening underway. We started with slow dancing in my living room. I live in a old house from the 1920's and while it is old, it is not without it's charm. The living room has a gorgeous vaulted ceiling with intricate plasterwork and old time sconces that adorn the wall every so often and creates a incredible mood, a very intimate mood when the lights are off and just the light of the street lamps outside shine in through the curtains, creating artistically placed light rays throughout the room, inviting shadows that add a layer of mystery and concealment, all in the right places. In the background I had my playlist going. Think super chill, slow rhythm sex music.
She was exactly what I wanted in that moment. I won't forget that feeling for a long time. It's hard to describe. It's like your first prom dance mixed with the embrace of a old friend, a wholly unique experience, something akin to a fantasy. Thinking back on it, it was just that. A fantasy. Something fleeting and not meant to last but in it's nature exhilarating because of it.
We danced for what seemed a life time, holding each other, swaying side to side slowly, to the intoxicating beat and rhythm. All the while, serious necking and caressing occurred. Her lips were so soft against mine, her small pink tongue challenging mine to a game of Simon says. Our hands would eventually roam southward to find we were both very ready for what was to come next. As her hands found their way to my eagerness so did my hands do the same to her and in a seeming unison we locked eyes as we let our hands explore each other's sex.
Already drunk off of her scent. A light lilac and floral buzz we made our way over to the couch where I laid her on her back. With her legs together and in the air, I slowly took off her yoga pants to her knees. With her underwear still on I began to kiss her thighs while massaging her impeccable ass, coming ever closer to where she wanted me, still teasing, her breathing intensifies, harder, faster. After some minutes, I could see her panties were getting quite moist. She put her hand on my head and pushes slightly and says softly "not yet". I take her pants the rest of the way off and she says "now it's your turn" with the cutest, sexiest smile. I get comfortable on the couch and there she is kneeling in front of me. She starts off slow, like anyone who enjoys sex would. Never breaking eye contact, I am entranced by her large brown eyes, melting in her mouth every time she takes me deeper causing her eyes to bat at me. The tension in that moment. Electric. She continued on for what seemed like a lifetime, each movement guaranteeing the inevitable more and more. There are blow jobs, and there are blow jobs. Do I need to go on?
Eventually I got her back on the couch and finished undressing her through a series of slow moving kisses and necking. Her body was pure sex. Womanhood. A religion even. With a pillow under her tail bone, I spread her legs apart and pushed her knees to her ears to reveal the most perfect kitty I've seen in years. I could hear her breathing slower, but deeper breaths, preparing herself for the sensations to come. I started with softly kissing and licking her inner thighs and slowly working my way to her vulva and outer edge of her vagina. Sometimes my nose would lightly graze her clitoral hood and I could feel her convulse ever so slightly in reaction. After some minutes of licking and sucking on her lips and general vulva area I began paying her clit some serious attention. First starting with pursing my lips and light suction then graduating to imitating a cat's tongue cleaning itself while using my fingers to expose her clit.
At this point it was about a hour into the session and I could tell she was wanting to feel me inside of her. With her in the same position she was when I was eating her, we rubbed our glans together with plenty of lubrication. The sensation was amazing. Our moans would oscillate from being in sync to each other's to syncopated to back again. Somewhere in that glutton's paradise I entered her. First slowly, very slowly. I wanted her to feel every inch, and I wanted to feel every inch of her. With our eyes locked and firmly planted in missionary with her feet next to my ears our pace quickens. Our breath, heart beat and rhythm in sync. As we reach a frenetic beat our lips lock for a long, deep and sensual kiss, our tongues fighting to reach the other's while the constant thrusting of the south threatening to prevent it. After some time she came while I was reaching my own climax. I could feel her contractions as I tried to reach her soul, eventually it became too much and I release shortly after she did. We spend a few moments enjoying the feeling and the afterglow that great sex brings. Me, still throbbing inside her we share a long intimate kiss.
I was genuinely winded after this, legs cramping and chest heaving. I needed a break. I had figured this is where the session would end, even though there was 40 minutes left I wasn't going to push it. What followed truly surprised me. After she came back from the bathroom, instead of starting to get dressed, she bums a cigarette off me and we spend the next 30 minutes, naked on the couch just shooting the shit. It was amazing. We talked on a whole gambit of subjects from drug use, to the current pandemic, past relationships, the safety of sex workers, her views on the industry, etc.
After about 30 minutes I began giving her a foot massage which turned into a foot job after she kept massaging my genitals with them giggling the whole time. Before I knew it, she was belly down with her perfect behind stuck up in the air and thankfully I was ready to respond. I started with more oral from behind, her hips swaying back and forth in pleasure and anticipation. Some minutes passed when I heard her say "stick it in" in the softest, lowest voice, cracking between audible whisper and wind. The next 15 minutes I proceeded to fuck her like my life depended on it. I had a goal of making sure this girl didn't walk straight the next day. She has this uncanny sense of knowing when I'm about to come and clamps down on me so hard when I do, it's a feeling I've never felt before, or at least my mental state has never been that heightened in that kind of moment before.
It makes me laugh thinking about how just 2 hours before we had never met and we were both very nervous to now where we had shared multiple orgasms with each other some that were so profound (for me) I will never forget. The feelings of loneliness were no longer there. Just satisfaction, pure bliss. I remember when she left, I just laid down on the couch, hands behind my head, staring at the cieling with the biggest smile on my face. I remained that way for at least 5 minutes. It occurred to me that what I had just experienced was the most therapeutic thing ever to happen to me. I feel so much more confident, so relaxed. This quarantine thing does not bother me anymore, everything is slower, I move slower, more confidently. Who knew?
So, thank you to the sex workers in this channel who unknowingly guided a stranger to one of the best experiences of his life. From the bottom of my heart, truly. All of you deserve a status similar to a therapist. Perhaps in time society will change.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story.[/QUOTE]Dear Penthouse.
[QUOTE=Jimbalaya;4786584]Anyone got info on this one? Only one review and one comment, virtual unknown. Quoted 1. 5 for the half. Sent me some pics and she's quite hot, plus nearby.
https://escortalligator.com.listcrawler.eu/post/escorts/usa/michigan/detroit/49966164/.[/QUOTE]Any luck? She looks hot.
Hey bro,
Thank you for sharing your experience. Did this happen in the Detroit area? I have not heard of a 9 pm traffic jam in the Detroit area in a long time, especially during this pandemic, LOL. Can you please share the name of the provider? Also, for the 800 you got BBBJ and BBFS? I have not heard of any of the high end providers wanting to meet during this pandemic. Any further details you could provide would be great since this is a person I'm also interested in inviting over for a date. Thank you!
[QUOTE=Suhbliem;4787937]This post was originally made for the sex workers reddit, but only SWers are allowed to post there and I spent a lot of time typing my story so, here it is LOL.
I broke up with my girlfriend two months ago (cheating on her part), right at the beginning of this lock down. I remember feeling this overwhelming sense of solidarity, loneliness watching her pack up the last of her things from my house. Have been penned up in the house since then, no where to really meet new people. The isolation has really been getting to me. I stumbled on this subreddit a couple weeks ago and have been reading the posts out of curiosity. I learned a lot reading this reddit and eventually felt I could solicit these services myself.
Through this channel I discovered that twitter was a popular place for high end escorts to advertise. It didn't take long to have a list of a dozen local escorts through Twitter. After a couple weeks of emailing back and forth with a few of them I made the decision to meet up with one of them. This girl seemed particularly friendly and outgoing just through the emails and text we exchanged which ultimately made my mind up. She was the most expensive out of all of them at $800/ hr. , the other girls were asking $350-650/ hr. But, you ever get this feeling about someone? Like you feel that click before ever meeting? That's how I felt about this girl so I decided to go with her.
Booking her became it's own mini adventure. I had initially booked her for the weekend but work issues with delayed shipments forced me to postpone our meeting not once but twice. She was gracious and handled it very well, never got upset or angry and was always understanding. We would eventually meet the following Thursday, which was yesterday. We set a time for 9 p, she was driving to my place and she was about 1 h30 m from my place but with traffic she didn't arrive until 10 p, the anticipation and excitement on my end waiting for her made me feel so alive, in that moment any thoughts of loneliness had vanished. I spent most of that time nervously pacing back and forth and making adjustments to the playlist I had made for this moment. Finally, she arrived. I heard the phone make that oh so familiar incoming text sound and a moment later a car door close in the driveway. My heart skipped a beat, then proceeded to thump like a subwoofer at a edm concert. I came outside to greet her. She had this big smile on her face and her arms outstretched waiting for a hug. After a warm embrace we went inside.
Per recommendation of this reddit I had the money in a envelope on the table. She saw it but wouldn't pick it up after several minutes of talking so I finally handed it to her, she smiled and put it in her purse. With all the formalities out of the way, I was excited to get the evening underway. We started with slow dancing in my living room. I live in a old house from the 1920's and while it is old, it is not without it's charm. The living room has a gorgeous vaulted ceiling with intricate plasterwork and old time sconces that adorn the wall every so often and creates a incredible mood, a very intimate mood when the lights are off and just the light of the street lamps outside shine in through the curtains, creating artistically placed light rays throughout the room, inviting shadows that add a layer of mystery and concealment, all in the right places. In the background I had my playlist going. Think super chill, slow rhythm sex music.
She was exactly what I wanted in that moment. I won't forget that feeling for a long time. It's hard to describe. It's like your first prom dance mixed with the embrace of a old friend, a wholly unique experience, something akin to a fantasy. Thinking back on it, it was just that. A fantasy. Something fleeting and not meant to last but in it's nature exhilarating because of it.
We danced for what seemed a life time, holding each other, swaying side to side slowly, to the intoxicating beat and rhythm. All the while, serious necking and caressing occurred. Her lips were so soft against mine, her small pink tongue challenging mine to a game of Simon says. Our hands would eventually roam southward to find we were both very ready for what was to come next. As her hands found their way to my eagerness so did my hands do the same to her and in a seeming unison we locked eyes as we let our hands explore each other's sex.
Already drunk off of her scent. A light lilac and floral buzz we made our way over to the couch where I laid her on her back. With her legs together and in the air, I slowly took off her yoga pants to her knees. With her underwear still on I began to kiss her thighs while massaging her impeccable ass, coming ever closer to where she wanted me, still teasing, her breathing intensifies, harder, faster. After some minutes, I could see her panties were getting quite moist. She put her hand on my head and pushes slightly and says softly "not yet". I take her pants the rest of the way off and she says "now it's your turn" with the cutest, sexiest smile. I get comfortable on the couch and there she is kneeling in front of me. She starts off slow, like anyone who enjoys sex would. Never breaking eye contact, I am entranced by her large brown eyes, melting in her mouth every time she takes me deeper causing her eyes to bat at me. The tension in that moment. Electric. She continued on for what seemed like a lifetime, each movement guaranteeing the inevitable more and more. There are blow jobs, and there are blow jobs. Do I need to go on?
Eventually I got her back on the couch and finished undressing her through a series of slow moving kisses and necking. Her body was pure sex. Womanhood. A religion even. With a pillow under her tail bone, I spread her legs apart and pushed her knees to her ears to reveal the most perfect kitty I've seen in years. I could hear her breathing slower, but deeper breaths, preparing herself for the sensations to come. I started with softly kissing and licking her inner thighs and slowly working my way to her vulva and outer edge of her vagina. Sometimes my nose would lightly graze her clitoral hood and I could feel her convulse ever so slightly in reaction. After some minutes of licking and sucking on her lips and general vulva area I began paying her clit some serious attention. First starting with pursing my lips and light suction then graduating to imitating a cat's tongue cleaning itself while using my fingers to expose her clit.
At this point it was about a hour into the session and I could tell she was wanting to feel me inside of her. With her in the same position she was when I was eating her, we rubbed our glans together with plenty of lubrication. The sensation was amazing. Our moans would oscillate from being in sync to each other's to syncopated to back again. Somewhere in that glutton's paradise I entered her. First slowly, very slowly. I wanted her to feel every inch, and I wanted to feel every inch of her. With our eyes locked and firmly planted in missionary with her feet next to my ears our pace quickens. Our breath, heart beat and rhythm in sync. As we reach a frenetic beat our lips lock for a long, deep and sensual kiss, our tongues fighting to reach the other's while the constant thrusting of the south threatening to prevent it. After some time she came while I was reaching my own climax. I could feel her contractions as I tried to reach her soul, eventually it became too much and I release shortly after she did. We spend a few moments enjoying the feeling and the afterglow that great sex brings. Me, still throbbing inside her we share a long intimate kiss.
I was genuinely winded after this, legs cramping and chest heaving. I needed a break. I had figured this is where the session would end, even though there was 40 minutes left I wasn't going to push it. What followed truly surprised me. After she came back from the bathroom, instead of starting to get dressed, she bums a cigarette off me and we spend the next 30 minutes, naked on the couch just shooting the shit. It was amazing. We talked on a whole gambit of subjects from drug use, to the current pandemic, past relationships, the safety of sex workers, her views on the industry, etc.
After about 30 minutes I began giving her a foot massage which turned into a foot job after she kept massaging my genitals with them giggling the whole time. Before I knew it, she was belly down with her perfect behind stuck up in the air and thankfully I was ready to respond. I started with more oral from behind, her hips swaying back and forth in pleasure and anticipation. Some minutes passed when I heard her say "stick it in" in the softest, lowest voice, cracking between audible whisper and wind. The next 15 minutes I proceeded to fuck her like my life depended on it. I had a goal of making sure this girl didn't walk straight the next day. She has this uncanny sense of knowing when I'm about to come and clamps down on me so hard when I do, it's a feeling I've never felt before, or at least my mental state has never been that heightened in that kind of moment before.
It makes me laugh thinking about how just 2 hours before we had never met and we were both very nervous to now where we had shared multiple orgasms with each other some that were so profound (for me) I will never forget. The feelings of loneliness were no longer there. Just satisfaction, pure bliss. I remember when she left, I just laid down on the couch, hands behind my head, staring at the cieling with the biggest smile on my face. I remained that way for at least 5 minutes. It occurred to me that what I had just experienced was the most therapeutic thing ever to happen to me. I feel so much more confident, so relaxed. This quarantine thing does not bother me anymore, everything is slower, I move slower, more confidently. Who knew?
So, thank you to the sex workers in this channel who unknowingly guided a stranger to one of the best experiences of his life. From the bottom of my heart, truly. All of you deserve a status similar to a therapist. Perhaps in time society will change.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Kesaneco;4788623]Dear Penthouse.[/QUOTE]I thought I was the only one that read the Forums? Everyone else just likes the pictures.
Great report though. I love the intimate details. Well articulated.
[QUOTE=Nknk789;4788139]I just hope I can write a long story like this.[/QUOTE]Funny thing — I HAVE written (under a prior username) long, detailed accounts of my sexual experiences; and I got excoriated for not providing only the essential details of who, what, when, where and how much.
[blue]Then you should have reported the people doing it so that I could put them on moderation forever. Discouraging members from posting is one of the seven deadly sins.
A2[/blue]
[QUOTE=WasherBoy111;4789029]I thought I was the only one that read the Forums? Everyone else just likes the pictures.
Great report though. I love the intimate details. Well articulated.[/QUOTE]I also liked reading those Penthouse letters, even more than the pictures. It was a long time before I understood they were mostly fiction.
Been trying to setup with this provider for long time. Baiting too much after pic verification.
[URL]https://www.eros.com/michigan/files/9876017.htm?cat=1[/URL]
Anyone experience with her? Pic verification looked authentic but says is from Toledo though.
[QUOTE=Nemesis18;4782409]I have seen this one post for a long time, but haven't heard anything here. I texted her and she sent verified pictures, but couldn't see her as something came up.
[URL]http://detroit.skipthegames.com/female-escorts/caucasian_w/slippery-samantha-smooth-grip/127161731643[/URL]
Anyone has any info with this one?[/QUOTE]Curiosity prompted me to follow up with Samantha. I made arrangements to meet her one morning as I was on my way to work. The rate offered was 60/100/200. In short: I declined to do anything with her, based on her appearance only.
She is the girl in her pictures, but those were taken many pounds and inches ago. She has a large belly that I could see from the street as she opened the door of her building. Despite myself, I went in.
Her ad says the location is safe. It may be. This is an older neighborhood along the Dearborn-Detroit border that is mostly intact. Hers is an old three-story brick apartment building in the middle of a block of single-family homes. It's named for the street, the letters etched in concrete over the entrance. I parked on the street in front of the building. It is likely about a hundred years old, given the style of the architecture and brick, plus the lack of a parking lot.
She gave me the address after I texted I was on my way. I told her to expect me ten or fifteen minutes later than my ETA, so I could check out the area. I texted her again once I parked, but I was early and she apparently was not ready. She didn't respond for five or ten minutes, then texted she needed to pee and would be down soon. Overall, I cooled my heels about 10-15 minutes.
She then let me know she was at the door. I went in despite my initial misgivings. She showed me to her second floor studio apartment that was a little disorderly, but within my limits. The main room contained a bed, plus a smaller unmade bedding area in the corner where she entertains clients. A TV was on. She introduced her two cats, which are very friendly and cute. They came out to see me. I petted the cats, but not Samantha.
After the initial small talk, she asked "so what are we doing?" And she moved to the bedding on the floor and removed her top, revealing the large belly that I had suspected was there. This made up my mind for me that I did not wish to continue, and expose myself to possible coronavirus infections for this.
I excused myself, saying my free time was gone and I needed to be on my way to where I was expected. She asked for twenty dollars for her time, which I gave her, thinking of cat food and cat litter. Hey, don't hate me for giving her money. I like cats.
I asked if she was available that afternoon, but I had no intention of coming back. And she perceived that I was making excuses, because she followed up with a text a few minutes after I left, saying that I had been there only ten minutes, so I must have seen something I didn't like. Sadly, she was correct.
The positives: decent and quiet location, polite and friendly provider. Negative — overweight body.
[QUOTE=WinterKnight;4789780]Curiosity prompted me to follow up with Samantha. I made arrangements to meet her one morning as I was on my way to work. The rate offered was 60/100/200. In short: I declined to do anything with her, based on her appearance only.
She is the girl in her pictures, but those were taken many pounds and inches ago. She has a large belly that I could see from the street as she opened the door of her building. Despite myself, I went in.
Her ad says the location is safe. It may be. This is an older neighborhood along the Dearborn-Detroit border that is mostly intact. Hers is an old three-story brick apartment building in the middle of a block of single-family homes. It's named for the street, the letters etched in concrete over the entrance. I parked on the street in front of the building. It is likely about a hundred years old, given the style of the architecture and brick, plus the lack of a parking lot.
She gave me the address after I texted I was on my way. I told her to expect me ten or fifteen minutes later than my ETA, so I could check out the area. I texted her again once I parked, but I was early and she apparently was not ready. She didn't respond for five or ten minutes, then texted she needed to pee and would be down soon. Overall, I cooled my heels about 10-15 minutes..[/QUOTE]How old does she look?
[QUOTE=WinterKnight;4789780]I asked if she was available that afternoon, but I had no intention of coming back. And she perceived that I was making excuses, because she followed up with a text a few minutes after I left, saying that I had been there only ten minutes, so I must have seen something I didn't like. Sadly, she was correct.
The positives: decent and quiet location, polite and friendly provider. Negative overweight body.[/QUOTE]You should have told her the truth with something along the lines of posting older photos that are misleading to her current appearance. These girls need to know they need to keep a level of integrity.
[URL]https://www.eros.com/michigan/files/6426089.htm?cat=1[/URL]
[QUOTE=Concupiscent69;4789984]You should have told her the truth with something along the lines of posting older photos that are misleading to her current appearance. These girls need to know they need to keep a level of integrity.[/QUOTE]Useless to fo so. I'm on very friendly terms with many providers. Their answer to such suggestions is "idgaf". They care only about the next date and translating that $ into drugs. Us getting offended by their trickery just doesn't resonate with them.
[QUOTE=Ackson13;4790275][URL]https://www.eros.com/michigan/files/6426089.htm?cat=1[/URL][/QUOTE]Sent an email. The response asks for a deposit. Def a scam.