[QUOTE=Ddanjon;2504664]Please tell me the location of the Speedway.[/QUOTE]It's the old Hess. Highway 19 and 32nd and.
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[QUOTE=Ddanjon;2504664]Please tell me the location of the Speedway.[/QUOTE]It's the old Hess. Highway 19 and 32nd and.
After a long dry spell, I saw Val Wednesday afternoon near 9th and 34th. Cute and petite like I like them. i prefer FS. Size .4 Then came the add on's.
Might repeat.
Was mostly cloudy with a sprinkling of strumpets near the Haines Road hot zone, some 9th Avenue prowlers and some action on 34th Street. The old Hess area was quiet, but you can still get lucky there sometimes? Saw Katlyn on 52nd and she looked good from a distance, but not so great up close. She's been picking her face again and she needed a good scrubbing. I was tempted to strap her to the roof of my vehicle and ride through the car wash? Opted for a quick python draining instead and she did a good job. Later on I saw Lindsay on 9th Ave near Grove. She looked great until I got up close. She's rode hard, worn out and crazy as a loon. Gave her a shot and she brought my milk-filled mamba to attention. She used to be a great python gobbler, but not this time? She couldn't seem to keep her teeth off my pocket python and she got annoyed when I told her to ease up. LOL! Dropped her crazy azz off just north of the Dairy Inn by her pharmacist. No # for Lindsay, but Katlyn has a phone for now at least.
Whenever I stroll thru St Pete the Hess and the car wash on 66th seem to be where I strike gold. I've had some girls with silicone action but always aim to please.
[QUOTE=PeterRammer;2507346]Was mostly cloudy with a sprinkling of strumpets near the Haines Road hot zone, some 9th Avenue prowlers and some action on 34th Street. The old Hess area was quiet, but you can still get lucky there sometimes? Saw Katlyn on 52nd and she looked good from a distance, but not so great up close. She's been picking her face again and she needed a good scrubbing. I was tempted to strap her to the roof of my vehicle and ride through the car wash? Opted for a quick python draining instead and she did a good job. Later on I saw Lindsay on 9th Ave near Grove. She looked great until I got up close. She's rode hard, worn out and crazy as a loon. Gave her a shot and she brought my milk-filled mamba to attention. She used to be a great python gobbler, but not this time? She couldn't seem to keep her teeth off my pocket python and she got annoyed when I told her to ease up. LOL! Dropped her crazy azz off just north of the Dairy Inn by her pharmacist. No # for Lindsay, but Katlyn has a phone for now at least.[/QUOTE]Was out for a stroll yesterday. I also saw katlyn and had to pass. I had posted before that having used her before she was looking worse. Last few times were substanderd ay [URL]best.Com[/URL]plained she was sick and needed to see the candy Dr. The last time I went there she laid her head on my thigh and watched me run up a solo batch. I did get lucky and caught tina at the triangle mart. I scooped her and back to the shack for a very nice no rushed bbbjcims. She has always treated me nice. Wish theses girls could keep phones.
[QUOTE=Girth1975;2507362]Whenever I stroll thru St Pete the Hess and the car wash on 66th seem to be where I strike gold. I've had some girls with silicone action but always aim to please.[/QUOTE]Can you elaborate more on the Hess and the car wash on 66th? I've never heard of 66th being a hot spot.
[QUOTE=Girth1975;2507362]Whenever I stroll thru St Pete the Hess and the car wash on 66th seem to be where I strike gold. I've had some girls with silicone action but always aim to please.[/QUOTE]Whereabouts is the python draining car wash on 66th? My doctor and chiropractor are over that way; and a full friction python reline would do me well!
[QUOTE=ScooterMonuder;2507371]Was out for a stroll yesterday. I also saw katlyn and had to pass. I had posted before that having used her before she was looking worse. Last few times were substanderd ay [URL]best.Com[/URL]plained she was sick and needed to see the candy Dr. The last time I went there she laid her head on my thigh and watched me run up a solo batch. I did get lucky and caught tina at the triangle mart. I scooped her and back to the shack for a very nice no rushed bbbjcims. She has always treated me nice. Wish theses girls could keep phones.[/QUOTE]Her phone like she holds my cobra, she'd be all right. I gave her another one last month and she swears someone took it at gunpoint! LOL! More likely she traded it for some rock.
[QUOTE=NightMan69;2508192]Can you elaborate more on the Hess and the car wash on 66th? I've never heard of 66th being a hot spot.[/QUOTE]Speedway and its' on 34th Street at 33rd Avenue. Po po shut down much of the action there, but there are sometimes ladies in that area.
Every once in a lifetime, I meet an SW whose bright brown eyes and immaculate smile call out to the captain in me. I gaze beyond the grime on her feet, the innumerable nicks and marks marring her mosquito ravaged body, the rashes and blemishes which she blames on some unpronounceable sun-related skin ailment, not to mention her raging addiction. Ignoring the cumulous clouds gathering in my brain, my heart sets sail, full speed ahead, undaunted by past shipwrecks which still haunt my thoughts. This past Saturday, seduced by her sweet, sing-song voice, I fell beneath the mind-altering influence of Katey, a street walking siren from Dayton, Ohio. I spied this 5 ft 2 brunette spinner heading north of 1st Ave S on US 19. It's obvious she's done a lot of living in her 28 years, yet my mind undulates, back and forth like a pendulum, unable to settle on the high-school cheerleader I imagine she once was, or the queen she has yet to become. I'm enraptured, caught in the moment, yet somehow I don't see the sea hag. I see a first-mate. With a strong and willing captain by her side Katey could shoot for the stars and circumnavigate the universe.
This flight of fantasy is not embarked upon without her assistance. After accepting my offer of 40 gold coins for a trip to Paradise the nymph sprinkles her stardust. She tells me how I seem different from the rest of the mongers she's met. She holds my hand, rests her tired head on my shoulder as we decide on a spot to do the deed. It's that frustrating time where it's dark enough to find a spot, yet partiers are still up, out and about. For contrasting reasons, neither one of us is willing to risk a night in jail. Weary from our search and a long day, Katey falls asleep, allowing me the opportunity to gently stroke her locks. My mind isn't even on Katey's pussy at this point. Neither is hers as she pops up and announces that she's hungry. We decide on the Burger King on Central. Katey suddenly recalls an ideal spot close by where we can finish up. Discretion and protocol have become distant strangers. Katey from Ohio is the closest thing to Vanessa from New Hampshire since Vanessa from New Hampshire. Vanessa from New Hampshire, the SW against whom all SWs are measured yet fall agonizingly short, but Katey from Ohio has potential. Lost in conversation, we forego the drive thru. As it was with Vanessa from New Hampshire, Katey from Ohio gets to be seen in public with Mr. Fire Poker. I cringe as some street smart jits waiting in line seem to stare and snicker. I wonder if they recognize me from somewhere. I am, after all, often in the public due to my line of work. Sensing my anxiety, Katey asks me if everything is ok. I lie through my teeth. The girl at the cash register disdainfully takes our order. It's really Katey's order. It comes up to 10 dollars. Including the Newports I'd bought along with the condom we're close to 60 bucks, but who's counting? Katey's story is a familiar one. Washed up on our sandy shores with love in her heart, baggage in tow only to be abandoned by her paramour, taken in by the streets. Katey insists on sharing the food I've bought. I ask her if she's a Cavs fan. She says she loves the Celtics. By the time we're done I've decided we will do it beneath the stars so we walk to the spot which is, indeed, conveniently close and adequately secluded.
Katey begins with a sensual BBBJ. She really takes time and tries her best to make my member disappear like some mystical necromancer. Vanessa from New Hampshire never did that. After she works her magic, we don't fuck. We make love. Missionary so we can look into one another's eyes and exchange deep, passionate kisses as I hold onto her petite frame and her skinny arms cling to my rotund frame. She's so into it, she complains about how my stomach inhibits her ability to masturbate so I instruct her to make her legs perpendicular to the sky so I can really stick my dick in her. Now I'm fucking and she's begging for more. Her moans get me off. I know she knows but she insists I keep pushing my flaccid cock so she can get hers. Arching her back, Katey lets out one last moan. We lay beneath the stars, holding one another before gathering ourselves. She instructs me to take her to the same spot I know Le-Le and Cream go to. Just before we get there, we're rushed by street pharmacists but she insists I keep going. Before leaving me to my thoughts, Katey insists on two things. First, that I give her a goodbye kiss. Second, she says she will call me after jotting my number down on a brown paper bag. She'd given me the 'my phone got stolen but I'm getting a new one in a couple of days' narrative. Needless to say, I haven't heard from Katey since and my frequent hopes of returning to her garden of Eden have proven fruitless.
MFP.
After reading your passionate story of love lost I most compliment you on your articulate prose and captivating words. I was waiting for the happy ending. However it is what it is in Streetwalker land.
[QUOTE=MrFirePoker;2508506]Every once in a lifetime, I meet an SW whose bright brown eyes and immaculate smile call out to the captain in me. I gaze beyond the grime on her feet, the innumerable nicks and marks marring her mosquito ravaged body, the rashes and blemishes which she blames on some unpronounceable sun-related skin ailment, not to mention her raging addiction. Ignoring the cumulous clouds gathering in my brain, my heart sets sail, full speed ahead, undaunted by past mistakes which still haunt my thoughts. This past Saturday, seduced by her sweet, sing-song voice, I fell beneath the mind-altering influence of Katey, a street walking siren from Dayton, Ohio. I spied this 5 ft 2 brunette spinner heading north of 1st Ave S on US 19. It's obvious she's done a lot of living in her 28 years, yet my mind undulates, back and forth like a pendulum, unable to settle on the high-school cheerleader I imagine she once was, or the queen she has yet to become. I'm enraptured, caught in the moment, yet somehow I don't see the sea hag. I see a first-mate. With a strong and willing captain by her side Katey could shoot for the stars and circumnavigate universe.
This flight of fantasy is not embarked upon without her assistance. After accepting my offer of 40 gold coins for a trip to Paradise the nymph sprinkles her stardust. She tells me how I seem different from the rest of the mongers she's met. She holds my hand, rests her tired head on my shoulder as we decide on a spot to do the deed. It's that frustrating time where it's dark enough to find a spot, yet partiers are still up, out and about. For contrasting reasons, neither one of us is willing to risk a night in jail. Weary from our search and a long day, Katey falls asleep, allowing me the opportunity to gently stroke her locks. My mind isn't even on Katey's pussy at this point. Neither is hers as she pops up and announces that she's hungry. We decide on the Burger King on Central. Katey suddenly recalls an ideal spot close by where we can finish up. Discretion and protocol have become distant strangers. Katey from Ohio is the closest thing to Vanessa from New Hampshire since Vanessa from New Hampshire. Vanessa from New Hampshire, the SW against whom all SWs are measured yet fall agonizingly short, but Katey from Ohio has potential. Lost in conversation, we forego the drive thru. As it was with Vanessa from New Hampshire, Katey from Ohio gets to be seen in public with Mr. Fire Poker. I cringe as some street smart jits waiting in line seem to stare and snicker. I wonder if they recognize me from somewhere. I am, after all, often in the public due to my line of work. Sensing my anxiety, Katey asks me if everything is ok. I lie through my teeth. The girl at the cash register disdainfully takes our order. It's really Katey's order. It comes up to 10 dollars. Counting the Newports I'd bought along with the condom we're close to 60 bucks, but who's counting? Katey's story is a familiar one. Washed up on our sandy shores with love in her heart, baggage in tow only to be abandoned by her paramour, taken in by the streets. Katey insists on sharing the food I've bought. I ask her if she's a Cavs fan. She says she loves the Celtics. By the time we're done I've decided we will do it beneath the stars so we walk to the spot which is,
indeed, conveniently close and adequately secluded.
Katey begins with a sensual BBBJ. She really takes time and tries her best to make my member disappear like some mystical necromancer. After she works her magic, we don't fuck. We make love. Missionary so we can look into one another's eyes and exchange deep, passionate kisses as I hold onto her petite frame and she her skinny arms cling to my rotund frame. She's so into it, she complains about how my stomach inhibits her ability to masturbate so I instruct her to make her legs perpendicular to the sky so I can really stick my dick in her. Now I'm fucking and she's begging for more. Her moans get me off. I know she knows but she insists I keep pushing my flaccid cock so she can get hers. Arching her back, Katey lets out one last moan. We lay beneath the stars, holding one another before gathering ourselves. She instructs me to take her to the same spot I know Le-Le and Cream go to. Just before we get there, we're rushed by street pharmacists bus she insists I keep going. Before leaving me to my thoughts, Katey insists on two things. First, that I give her goodbye kiss. Second, she says she will call me after jotting my number down on a brown paper bag. She'd given me the 'my phone got stolen but I'm getting a new one in a couple of days' narrative. Needless to say, I haven't heard from Katey since and my frequent hopes of returning to her garden of Eden have proven fruitless.
MFP.[/QUOTE]
I believe this is the same girl that was behind the Plaza off 34th St this morning at 4 am this morning. She is a cute chick but she couldn't keep her eyes open to even talk. I ended dropping her off at the Sunoco with 10 bucks for cigarettes and something to drink. I was afraid she would pass out while doing the deed.
You could put Danielle Steele out of business with your writing!
[QUOTE=MrFirePoker;2508506]Every once in a lifetime, I meet an SW whose bright brown eyes and immaculate smile call out to the captain in me. I gaze beyond the grime on her feet, the innumerable nicks and marks marring her mosquito ravaged body, the rashes and blemishes which she blames on some unpronounceable sun-related skin ailment, not to mention her raging addiction. Ignoring the cumulous clouds gathering in my brain, my heart sets sail, full speed ahead, undaunted by past shipwrecks which still haunt my thoughts. This past Saturday, seduced by her sweet, sing-song voice, I fell beneath the mind-altering influence of Katey, a street walking siren from Dayton, Ohio. I spied this 5 ft 2 brunette spinner heading north of 1st Ave S on US 19. It's obvious she's done a lot of living in her 28 years, yet my mind undulates, back and forth like a pendulum, unable to settle on the high-school cheerleader I imagine she once was, or the queen she has yet to become. I'm enraptured, caught in the moment, yet somehow I don't see the sea hag. I see a first-mate. With a strong and willing captain by her side Katey could shoot for the stars and circumnavigate the universe.
This flight of fantasy is not embarked upon without her assistance. After accepting my offer of 40 gold coins for a trip to Paradise the nymph sprinkles her stardust. She tells me how I seem different from the rest of the mongers she's met. She holds my hand, rests her tired head on my shoulder as we decide on a spot to do the deed. It's that frustrating time where it's dark enough to find a spot, yet partiers are still up, out and about. For contrasting reasons, neither one of us is willing to risk a night in jail. Weary from our search and a long day, Katey falls asleep, allowing me the opportunity to gently stroke her locks. My mind isn't even on Katey's pussy at this point. Neither is hers as she pops up and announces that she's hungry. We decide on the Burger King on Central. Katey suddenly recalls an ideal spot close by where we can finish up. Discretion and protocol have become distant strangers. Katey from Ohio is the closest thing to Vanessa from New Hampshire since Vanessa from New Hampshire. Vanessa from New Hampshire, the SW against whom all SWs are measured yet fall agonizingly short, but Katey from Ohio has potential. Lost in conversation, we forego the drive thru. As it was with Vanessa from New Hampshire, Katey from Ohio gets to be seen in public with Mr. Fire Poker. I cringe as some street smart jits waiting in line seem to stare and snicker. I wonder if they recognize me from somewhere. I am, after all, often in the public due to my line of work. Sensing my anxiety, Katey asks me if everything is ok. I lie through my teeth. The girl at the cash register disdainfully takes our order. It's really Katey's order. It comes up to 10 dollars. Including the Newports I'd bought along with the condom we're close to 60 bucks, but who's counting? Katey's story is a familiar one. Washed up on our sandy shores with love in her heart, baggage in tow only to be abandoned by her paramour, taken in by the streets. Katey insists on sharing the food I've bought. I ask her if she's a Cavs fan. She says she loves the Celtics. By the time we're done I've decided we will do it beneath the stars so we walk to the spot which is, indeed, conveniently close and adequately secluded.
Katey begins with a sensual BBBJ. She really takes time and tries her best to make my member disappear like some mystical necromancer. After she works her magic, we don't fuck. We make love. Missionary so we can look into one another's eyes and exchange deep, passionate kisses as I hold onto her petite frame and she her skinny arms cling to my rotund frame. She's so into it, she complains about how my stomach inhibits her ability to masturbate so I instruct her to make her legs perpendicular to the sky so I can really stick my dick in her. Now I'm fucking and she's begging for more. Her moans get me off. I know she knows but she insists I keep pushing my flaccid cock so she can get hers. Arching her back, Katey lets out one last moan. We lay beneath the stars, holding one another before gathering ourselves. She instructs me to take her to the same spot I know Le-Le and Cream go to. Just before we get there, we're rushed by street pharmacists but she insists I keep going. Before leaving me to my thoughts, Katey insists on two things. First, that I give her goodbye kiss. Second, she says she will call me after jotting my number down on a brown paper bag. She'd given me the 'my phone got stolen but I'm getting a new one in a couple of days' narrative. Needless to say, I haven't heard from Katey since and my frequent hopes of returning to her garden of Eden have proven fruitless.
MFP.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=XiaoXing;2496511]Many PM me about if Lisa is the same Lisa Aka Leah. They are different gal.
Xx.[/QUOTE]Now I know her real age is 33. She is 5'2. She text me today and want to meet friends of mine.
XX.
[QUOTE=MrFirePoker;2508506]Every once in a lifetime, I meet an SW whose bright brown eyes and immaculate smile call out to the captain in me. I gaze beyond the grime on her feet, the innumerable nicks and marks marring her mosquito ravaged body, the rashes and blemishes which she blames on some unpronounceable sun-related skin ailment, not to mention her raging addiction. Ignoring the cumulous clouds gathering in my brain, my heart sets sail, full speed ahead, undaunted by past shipwrecks which still haunt my thoughts. This past Saturday, seduced by her sweet, sing-song voice, I fell beneath the mind-altering influence of Katey, a street walking siren from Dayton, Ohio. I spied this 5 ft 2 brunette spinner heading north of 1st Ave S on US 19. It's obvious she's done a lot of living in her 28 years, yet my mind undulates, back and forth like a pendulum, unable to settle on the high-school cheerleader I imagine she once was, or the queen she has yet to become. I'm enraptured, caught in the moment, yet somehow I don't see the sea hag. I see a first-mate. With a strong and willing captain by her side Katey could shoot for the stars and circumnavigate the universe.
This flight of fantasy is not embarked upon without her assistance. After accepting my offer of 40 gold coins for a trip to Paradise the nymph sprinkles her stardust. She tells me how I seem different from the rest of the mongers she's met. She holds my hand, rests her tired head on my shoulder as we decide on a spot to do the deed. It's that frustrating time where it's dark enough to find a spot, yet partiers are still up, out and about. For contrasting reasons, neither one of us is willing to risk a night in jail. Weary from our search and a long day, Katey falls asleep, allowing me the opportunity to gently stroke her locks. My mind isn't even on Katey's pussy at this point. Neither is hers as she pops up and announces that she's hungry. We decide on the Burger King on Central. Katey suddenly recalls an ideal spot close by where we can finish up. Discretion and protocol have become distant strangers. Katey from Ohio is the closest thing to Vanessa from New Hampshire since Vanessa from New Hampshire. Vanessa from New Hampshire, the SW against whom all SWs are measured yet fall agonizingly short, but Katey from Ohio has potential. Lost in conversation, we forego the drive thru. As it was with Vanessa from New Hampshire, Katey from Ohio gets to be seen in public with Mr. Fire Poker. I cringe as some street smart jits waiting in line seem to stare and snicker. I wonder if they recognize me from somewhere. I am, after all, often in the public due to my line of work. Sensing my anxiety, Katey asks me if everything is ok. I lie through my teeth. The girl at the cash register disdainfully takes our order. It's really Katey's order. It comes up to 10 dollars. Including the Newports I'd bought along with the condom we're close to 60 bucks, but who's counting? Katey's story is a familiar one. Washed up on our sandy shores with love in her heart, baggage in tow only to be abandoned by her paramour, taken in by the streets. Katey insists on sharing the food I've bought. I ask her if she's a Cavs fan. She says she loves the Celtics. By the time we're done I've decided we will do it beneath the stars so we walk to the spot which is, indeed, conveniently close and adequately secluded.
Katey begins with a sensual BBBJ. She really takes time and tries her best to make my member disappear like some mystical necromancer. Vanessa from New Hampshire never did that. After she works her magic, we don't fuck. We make love. Missionary so we can look into one another's eyes and exchange deep, passionate kisses as I hold onto her petite frame and her skinny arms cling to my rotund frame. She's so into it, she complains about how my stomach inhibits her ability to masturbate so I instruct her to make her legs perpendicular to the sky so I can really stick my dick in her. Now I'm fucking and she's begging for more. Her moans get me off. I know she knows but she insists I keep pushing my flaccid cock so she can get hers. Arching her back, Katey lets out one last moan. We lay beneath the stars, holding one another before gathering ourselves. She instructs me to take her to the same spot I know Le-Le and Cream go to. Just before we get there, we're rushed by street pharmacists but she insists I keep going. Before leaving me to my thoughts, Katey insists on two things. First, that I give her a goodbye kiss. Second, she says she will call me after jotting my number down on a brown paper bag. She'd given me the 'my phone got stolen but I'm getting a new one in a couple of days' narrative. Needless to say, I haven't heard from Katey since and my frequent hopes of returning to her garden of Eden have proven fruitless.
MFP.[/QUOTE]WOW. Note to Administrator, give this man his own separate forum / category to provide reviews. Guy is good.
[QUOTE=Bajingo;2508535]I believe this is the same girl that was behind the Plaza off 34th St this morning at 4 am this morning. She is a cute chick but she couldn't keep her eyes open to even talk. I ended dropping her off at the Sunoco with 10 bucks for cigarettes and something to drink. I was afraid she would pass out while doing the deed.
You could put Danielle Steele out of business with your writing![/QUOTE]Hasn't been around St Petersburg for very long. She had been working in Driscoll's Deli before it closed. Prior to that she worked in delis in both Polk County and back in Ohio.