Kicking Off June In Style
I hit town on Thursday, arriving at around 7:30 pm.
I found the legendary Rose! Yes! Walking eastbound on Greenfield, between 19th & 18th streets. She has absconded from her treatment program and re-entered the prostitution business. I pulled up. She doesn't like me, so she lied and said she's not working. I said, "Yes you are," with a chuckle. She had the audacity to ask me for a dollar! I said, "No, but I have 30!" She walked away, and I hollered behind her, "35!" and she still didn't bite the bait.
I'm guessing that it was within an hour of cruising the three beloved streets that I happened upon Jessica, on the southwest corner of 22nd & Greenfield. She hopped in, we drove to my spot. I was perkier than usual, my dick showing signs of life even prior to entering her mouth. I shot, in I'm guessing, 8-to-10 minutes. Usually it takes me, on average I'd say, 12 minutes with Jess. She took in a massive load, and then spat it out onto the pavement.
The following morning (yesterday), I cruised for maybe an hour or two in the mid-to-late morning, picked up Crissy on the south-west corner of Greenfield and perhaps 15th street or place, drove to my spot, then proceeded to get my cock sucked by her, and shoot into her mouth. Fun times.
I gave each 25 up front, and 5 afterward.
I hit the streets again in the early evening. First, I cruised the north side. North avenue only had one lone hooker, sitting on the steps at, perhaps, around 15th street, on the south side of the street. She was bigger, with a straight wig on, and smiled and waved at my John-glare. Lisbon was crawling with hookers, from 30th up to 35th street. They all wanted this white meat, but were each a bit too boisterous for my liking. I pulled up to only one of them, because she was slowly, casually creeping north toward Lisbon on 30th street. When she got up to my window, I observed her mediocre appearance; so, that combined with my fear of trannies (trannies are reputed to be present among black prostitutes more than among white prostitutes) precluded her from getting to go on a date with me.
I then headed down to Silver City. The Promised Land. At probably 7:30 or 8:00, I found Jill. This was my eighth date with her in the four years I've known her. She worked diligently for probably close to 15 minutes- and I mean hard work- then gave up, as I was not coming. 25 up front, but no 5 afterward, because I didn't finish. I was satisfied with her performance, and believe that had I had her instead of Crissy or Jessie over the previous 24 hours, I would have come. I attribute my lack of completion to having been drained by said two slores. God Bless Them All.