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[QUOTE=KendraLee1;5562549]It depends on the facility for starters. Not all of them take State Insurance. Then they have to be on the right State Plan. I was helping a SW get into rehab, had her all convinced, she was ready, and then Rogers told her she had the wrong State Plan. We called to have it switched which they did immediately with no hassles. But it doesn't take effect until the first of the next month. This was on like the 8th. She had to wait 3 weeks for it to take effect. And of course I'm that amount of time it was like starting over getting her to commit to going.

Two points of interest.

She finally went, got clean, was clean for a year, had a decent job, a real boyfriend. Then she and the boyfriend broke up and she relapsed right into the life. She's still out there and was identified in a particularly heinous rip-off report.

If her parents are doing private pay, $5000 a month is dirt cheap. I do believe Rogers is more like $20,000.

State insurance doesn't have funded inpatient rehabilitation. I've been through it. I was on heroin for 14/15 years! (Don't know how I'm alive). I went to prison and jail, it did absolutely nothing to remedy my addiction. In fact, it exacerbated it. I didn't start this gig until I was well out of prison and ass deep in my addiction again in 2017. Tabitha taught me (she's not an addict actually). I now have 13 months clean from opiates and their derivatives, but trust me, everyday is a struggle. It's an uphill battle, but it's possible with medication assisted treatment and AODA treatment. [ / QOUTE]Perhaps not fully funded long term inpatient, but they will cover 3-7 day detox. Glad to hear you have overcome your addiction and are still with us to talk about it.

HS.

[QUOTE=DunhamAll;5557954]Recently seen one of the areas better providers, she has been around for awhile. She is always hot and knows what she is doing. Had a great session and as I'm making small talk about what my afternoon was going to be like she said to me "well at least you get to go back to a normal life and no one knows that you pay for sex" I was taken back as she started to say I wish I could do what your complaining about. She got emotional saying she has been in the business for years and has only had 1 real boyfriend who eventually cheated. She said she is always lonely and can't find a real job due to her being online advertising. I felt really bad for her. Then I thought is my life really that normal that I enable a woman to stay in this industry? Really made me question myself. Some of these girls are truly stuck in this game forever. I hope she eventually finds a way out and someone who loves her. She deserves that before its to late. I also realized my life is not normal and I hold many secrets. I'm not the guy many think I am and really don't deserve the life I have. I hope I can change someday before its to late for me. Sorry to be a buzzkill but I'm sure I'm not the only monger who needs to get things off their chest.[/QUOTE]Many will remember Tegan who lived in the jungle house in New Berlin. I'd like to know who she was able to get clean. Even more so how she was able to get all the negative info on her off the internet. There are no more YouTube videos, no google results on her arrests, prison, newspaper articles. Zero zip nada. I know for the right price you can hire someone to clean up search engines, go to each newspaper or YouTube type business and have your name blocked from being searched. I know another guy who sells snake oil which is a scam, but he regularly pays to have any negative stuff taken off of search engines, Yelp, etc. Tegan now has new social media and appears to be doing well with her Cannabis dispensary and the man in her life.

Some added notes. One of my friends from church had restraining orders filed against him not to attend church. He was more of a predator and said the wrong things. Now he's in prison for other stuff.

Despite my bad reputation as being a womanizer, I'm still allowed to come. Its such a big church there are a lot worse offenders than me. Every few years on of the pastors gets let go because he is bedding too many women or getting it on with one of the school girls. Hooking up with desperate single moms from church has its drawbacks. Many of these women are hopeful of a relationship. Sometimes its nice just to validate them while they are going through a divorce. In all those years there was only one real beauty. She' been married and divorced several times in 20 years. One time a guy knocked her up and she didn't tell him. Another guy stepped up to rescue her. Why? Because she was a beautiful woman with great tits and ass, nice legs, nice face and hair. He was the jealous possessive type. They divorced. All her boyfriends where always the same. Young studs, jealous, who wanted a hot looking wife. Damn if they only knew I had been balls deep in her ass. She is still a knockout, late 40's and trouble teenagers. The women still hate her because they are afraid their husbands will want to take a dip and have a taste. Yes, she tasted as good as she looked. But so much drama. All the rest would get so attached because they had no other prospects. They were not all that good looking. It was just fun seeing a lonely woman cum hard. I did things to them theirs husbands neglected to do. Because I'm sure their husbands were bored with them. Most had awful bedroom skils. Skiddish about cum in their mouth. Dicks in their ass. A lot of them had not received oral in years and their husbands were not very good at it anyway. Once you teach a woman how to cum again they are forever grateful. As I sit high above the congregation I look down and at any one time I can see 10 women I've been with. Also there are a lot of goodie goodie girls at church who are sex addicts themselves. Sex addicts, men and women, usually have a way of finding each other in a crowd. Like a breed of dog in the dog park. One thing church women are good at is not gossiping to other women about what they did. They tell their friends from outside of church. But now and then one will confess their sins and then YOUR name is getting brought up too many times. One time this really nice man I got to know told me about his wife's bipolar condition. That she had cheated on him many time but he was committed to staying with her. She was tall, skinny, and a solid 8. So I just had to fuck her now since I know she was a chronic cheater. It was a one and done with her. She got all bipolar with me because she wanted to be fucked 5 times a night and I wasn't able to keep up. Her medication kept her from cumming. She was close and you could lick that clit for 30 minutes, she would get close, but could not get over the hump. Usually even the medicated girls can cum with a new guy, but not this one.

[QUOTE=LookingForLefty;5557795]I attend a mega church in Milwaukee for the past 30 years. Sadly I've fucked about 25 married women there and many many more who were separated or going through a divorce. Single women, not so much. They are single for a reason. No man wants them. I used to belong to a singles group and all the women were dogs. But one time we got a really good looking young shapely spinner with a great body. She was early 20's and now mid 40's.[/QUOTE]

Remember when you were in high school and their were all these cute low class girls? They were screwing all these losers. I was frustrated because I won't screwing them either. Half of them seem to get pregnant. You would see them in Army surplus clothes in my day. Younger guys it was probably the goth girls. How come we didn't get any action? A lot of them had rotten teeth. But they had a nice body which made up for it.

First getting one pregnant would ruin your life. We certainly could not take them home to mother. Their families were losers and we didn't want to meet their mom. Dad was nowhere around. If we made them our girlfriend both the girl and us would be made fun of. Because we were dorks.

Now I would guess most of us has made up for lost time. Just think of all those kinds of women we have been with. We still won't be seen in public with them on a date unless its the casino or a south side bar. We can't introduce them to mother. We want nothing to do with their dysfunctional lifestyle. Oddly we have all fallen in love with a few. Hell, we don't even want to kiss their tobacco breath with their meth rot teeth. Yeah they like us now.

Shit man, I've even had former cheerleaders who still look hot try to hook up with me. Suddenly now that I'm a nice meal ticket, I look a lot better to them.

[QUOTE=LookingForLefty;5563530] Once you teach a woman how to cum again they are forever grateful. [/QUOTE]Goddam old age.

When I was in my thirties, I hooked up with a woman who was married to a closeted gay. The twink claimed he was bi, but he really preferred dick to his wife's pussy. So to say he was a lackluster lover for her is a gross understatement. She and I rented a hotel room and I drilled her good. Actually, that's not quite accurate. I ate her pussy very slowly. The orgasm was epic. While she was still flopping around, I slid into her millimeter by millimeter. She tried to buck into me to get that dick in her, but I held her hips to control my entry. Once inside, I barely moved, just rocking my hips back and forth a little. A couple more orgasms, and this babe starts to weep. She's openly sobbing, has her arms wrapped around my neck and shoulders and is blubbering in my ear. It gets to be late, she's got to get home, and I pull out.

She's baffled that I didn't cum. Yeah, I held it back on purpose. She thought she'd let me down so she needed to return the favor. We get together again, and I slow fuck her the second time. More epic orgasms, more blubbering, I still don't cum. She's flopping around like a freshly landed trout, and I'm thinking "Yeah, the hook is deep!

The third time we get together, I slow fuck her, then I do all the nasty shit that turns me on. I order her to tell me she's a sloth, a whole, and a fag hag. I enter her from different angles, applying lots of pressure with my dick to stretch her pussy. I make her insert two fingers and with my dick I stretch her pussy some more. I make her tell me what it feels like to feel my cock in her chunt. I pinch her nipples and pull up on them while my hips hold her down. I kiss her roughly, using my tongue like a cock. I whisper in her ear "Tell me you love me. " "I love you. " Again! "I love you!

That's when I bust my nut. It wasn't that she professed her undying love for me, it was the total subjugation of her emotions. I know for a fact she hadn't told her fag husband "I love you" for years. I opened her up, and she poured it all out that night. We had a long and profound sexual relationship. I was at their house one night, when "dad" had a little to much to drink. He went upstairs and went to bed. Their bedroom was right above the kitchen, and both windows to the rooms were open. Fatal attraction with a twist. Could he have heard us? Hellz Yeah! Fuck, maybe he did.

So the moral of the story, boys, is this: Do who can when you can. When the once hard pile driver turns into an old piece of garden hose, all you got is Lefty triggering some old memories.

Coochie (Yeah, I'm still proud of all that) Eater.

God Bless You All.

To protect the innocent I'll call her Robin, cause that was her name (nobody in this story is Innocent!) In high school she was a real trailer park trash slore, hung with all the wrong guys, drugs, abuse, stealing from her etc. She thought that shit was normal. But man for 17/18 she one hell of a body and not a bad face (rough teeth-what is it with red necks and no oral hygiene?) Crappy Army surplus baggy clothes. Dressed up was stuff from good will (yeah it was 1983/84). In high school we were in different universes. But I'd see her in the halls and had a social studies class with her (Criminal Justice-we called it crime, the teacher HATED That) With all the shit her rotating group of boyfriends were into it was a great class for her. Ran into her a couple years after high school at a local tavern. Nothing had changed but she was dressing a little better. Styled to maybe find a Biker boyfriend. Body had improved in nothing but positive ways No children yet, which is amazing, still living in a run down shithole in the rough part of town. But fuck it, I was going to nail that. Nice guy, clean cut little ole me (well not entirely). Coochie and Lefty, I took your approach I new she had never been banged properly so I set out to do just that. 2nd time we meet its back to her place on the couch in the basement Mom passed out drunk in the living room, making out with her mildly protesting as I'm undressing her "She's not like that anymore etc" that night it was about her, deep French kisses, nipple play (she came to that, her first), once the pants were off a little finger blasting through the panties (now soaked) too 2 more earth shattering orgasms and off come the panties for a little DATY. Slow and steady for 3 more, now she just a quivering mass of gorgeous female. I still have my pants on! Sorry its time to go. But you didn't fuck me? Or make me suck you off? "Its OK I'm just glad you enjoyed your self, I did". No plans for were made but numbers were exchanged on the first meet, "page me (yeah 1985) if you want to meet at the Bar" was as much as a promise. I didn't feel bad or have any regrets as I left, it was good night and I didn't really feel like I was wallowing in the gutter. Avoided two pages received the 2nd and 3rd days after our night on the couch. 5th night we hook up for drinks, she is real shy and reserved and dressed really nice! I think she went shopping for me. Back to her house for a repeat, same plan same executing. So by now she is really confused, I am the total opposite of what she has been dealing with for years! The guy is leaving and her asshole doesn't hurt and there is no burning sensation in her throat from the gagging and retching, she's not even bruised or hickied. Truly confused. I can't take her anyplace my friends might see, I'll never hear the end of it, so back to the slum corner bar and back to the dungeon in the basement. I saw her for about a month 3-4 nights a week, my regular places and friend had thought I'd died, I'd just disappeared, and I had, down a rabbit hole into red neck trailer trash heaven. By the second week nothing was off limits, she would do anything I asked, never said no to a thing, all holes open, ropes were fine, toys were fine, Never Said No to A Thing! Man, We were fucking 5-6 hours a night many multiple orgasms for each of us, waking up exhausted. By end of week four beginning of week 5 she is clingy as bubble gum on carpet, she can't get enough. So I made a mistake and shared with a close buddy. His response was _"Fuck No, get the fuck out. She'll get knocked up. Trash like her don't care if you bring your own Condoms, you turn back and she poking holes through the package with a sowing needle. You Dumb Fuck" So I tried for a threesome with mom and that killed it. Relationship dead done and over. She thought about for a little while "Maybe" been then lost her shit. It was quick ugly and brutal, but it was over.

Moral to the story, Ran into her about 10 years ago, Married Divorced twice, both in prison NO KIDs. She can't have them, to much internal damage. FUUUCCKK I could of banged that all summer, Thanks Buddy, you were right, but you were WRONG!

Days Fun. OUT, man I miss my youth.

Bezos and Bransen are offering rides to the edge of space, for a ton of money. Screw that, I want a time machine so I can go back and bang the gals I passed on when I was young dumb and full of cum. I'll pay! Everyone one I passed on would have been a better lay than my wife, for sure. Oh to have just a few pieces of my youth back. A hard on that wouldn't quit, cum so many times by the end I was just blowing air. Aagh, the good ole days. One for dinner and one for a late / early am booty call. I really want to go back to a week night at a favorite hang out, Cute kinda chubby girl walks over says hi wants to buy me a drink. I passed, I had a better thing happening in about two hours, that wound up cancelling, crap! So I definitely should have banged the kinda chubby friendly chick, 5 year later she would be my probation officer, no shit, for real (looonng ass Story). Or the super hot hotchick 15 years older than me (I was like 23) with the Corvette Convertible! Even if she was a dead fish that would have been a monumental score, I know she would have let drive her car! Or the stripper who says to me "Ooh Your a Fox, call me" and I didn't because I was banging the bartender, which ended two weeks later. And theres more. It was the late eighties and early nineties (Gordon Gecco ruled the world), money and broads were plentiful, Life was easy, not like now.

See what I mean, we all have past possibilities that a time machine could fix. Here that Mr. Musk, get on it!

[QUOTE=DaysFun;5564949]Bezos and Bransen are offering rides to the edge of space, for a ton of money. Screw that, I want a time machine so I can go back and bang the gals I passed on when I was young dumb and full of cum. I'll pay! Everyone one I passed on would have been a better lay than my wife, for sure. Oh to have just a few pieces of my youth back. A hard on that wouldn't quit, cum so many times by the end I was just blowing air. Aagh, the good ole days. One for dinner and one for a late / early am booty call. I really want to go back to a week night at a favorite hang out, Cute kinda chubby girl walks over says hi wants to buy me a drink. I passed, I had a better thing happening in about two hours, that wound up cancelling, crap! So I definitely should have banged the kinda chubby friendly chick, 5 year later she would be my probation officer, no shit, for real (looonng ass Story). Or the super hot hotchick 15 years older than me (I was like 23) with the Corvette Convertible! Even if she was a dead fish that would have been a monumental score, I know she would have let drive her car! Or the stripper who says to me "Ooh Your a Fox, call me" and I didn't because I was banging the bartender, which ended two weeks later. And theres more. It was the late eighties and early nineties (Gordon Gecco ruled the world), money and broads were plentiful, Life was easy, not like now.

See what I mean, we all have past possibilities that a time machine could fix. Here that Mr. Musk, get on it![/QUOTE]Completely agree, such great stories, such little time. Thanks for the flashback.

[QUOTE=Watson69;5564958]Completely agree, such great stories, such little time. Thanks for the flashback.[/QUOTE]I try not to have regrets. I don't have many for the opportunities I passed up. More like the ugly ones I gave 110% to. And then paid for it.

I was a loser in school. Short, big glasses, not athletic. Not even smart. No girl wanted me. Fast forward 35 years. Class reunion. That little pistol cheerleader was still a hot little pistol. Lots of stories I heard about her and her sister getting laid at all the parties or them sucking off all the guys. She told me I looked like a nerd. Well I did.

But I didn't look so much like a nerd. I was much fitter, taller, and told I'm a handsome and interesting man. She had a bunch of kids and no husbands. Right after out lunch I took her straight to my no-tel room. We laid on the bed. I sucked her tits. Then pulled off her shorts. She balked a bit when I got to her panties. Then just laid back and said I Want This. I licked her good and made her cum. Then rolled her over and gave her anal for calling me a nerd. But she liked it. Then we part and I drive home. She calls me every day for a week, begging me to come back.

The think is she was very hot for a woman past fifty. She could fuck young studs. For some reason she wasn't. Turns out she is crazy and I dodged a bullet. She is so used to guys hitting on her she was not ready for me to just go home. She expected me to beg her to hook up and I didn't. Eventually I had to take the prettiest girl in school off my social media and block her number. Ironic.

Two of the my stranger monger adventures have been with the recently incarcerated: One, I didn't realize it until missionary, she pulled up her legs and. There it was. An ankle monitor. The other was much more fun, a brand new ad on backpage. I jumped on it and called. She only had outcall. I swooped in, picked her up. She was reaching at my crotch as we drove to the no-tel. Barely in the door, and she was pulling down her pants. NO talk of remuneration. Straight to fucking, and hard. Bang bang, two rounds (I was younger then). We sat and talked. Turns out she was released from Taycheedah the day before. Unbeknownst to me, I'd picked her up from her halfway house. It had been a long 3 years for the poor girl, another round. She was willing to wait but she had a curfew. She near wore me out.

[QUOTE=DaysFun;5564877] . . . making out with her mildly protesting as I'm undressing her "She's not like that anymore etc" that night it was about her, deep French kisses, nipple play (she came to that, her first) . . . [/QUOTE]I'm always surprised that women possess this magical thing called the female body and they don't know shit about it. Back in the early 2000's I was running around Chicago with a black guy named Howard. Howard had this gig of going to regular bars, talking the owner into hosting a strip night, then he'd provide the girls. This was illegal on the owner's part because they didn't have a cabaret license. So anyway, I'm at Howard's apartment when one of his babes shows up. She's a petite black woman, early thirties. In this game, she was considered over the hill. As I'm talking to her, she tells me she's jumped the fence, and is now only dating women. I say "Men just can't get the job done, eh?" "Yep, that's right," she says. I ask her "Do you kiss?" Yeah, she kisses. I go to town on her mouth, treating it like I'm eating pussy. She started to climax. As it got intense, I had to grab her head to keep her from turning away. I'm flicking her lips and her gums like its her upper deck clit. Yes, she busts.

Because she's all turned on and horny now, I pull her tits out without asking. They're slightly saggy but not enough to push the nipples together, so I work on her left one with my mouth and I'm squeezing and massaging the rough surface of her nip on the right breast. Pretty soon she shudders and rips off a nice little titgasm. Then, without saying anything, I spin her around, lift her shirt up a little and begin massaging the base of her spine at the small of her back, right where those dimples are, just above her hips (for those of you who are interested this is called the [I]paravertebral ganglia[/I]. Oh YAZ, she busts again.

I laugh at her and say, "Men don't know what they're doing, huh?" This turned out to be a mistake, because the next few girls that showed up were younger and prettier. This babe attached herself to me like a goddam dear tick, cock blocking me. If she'd a been a dog, she'd a pissed on me to mark her territory. Anyway, I loved fucking with women's heads, making them bust when they had no idea that they could. But the best is getting women to weep. They come so hard, and it's so DAMN GOOD, they just can't help it. There was one young woman, just turned 18. I never fucked her, but every time I was with her, I ate her until she went insane. A couple of years later, after a long hiatus, I ran into her. She was all pissy with me which I couldn't figure out until she told me why: She couldn't cum with other men, and could only orgasm if she thought of me.

Sam Kinison did a great bit on that, and he was absolutely right! When I did a civilian (not a professional) my goal was to ruin her for the next few guys she was with. And yes, sometimes you have to treat them like shit to get rid of them. I may be an asshole, but at least they know what their fucking body is capable of.

Coochie (no it wasn't affection, it was control) Eater.

God Bless You All.

P.S. I was never into pain, so it surprised me when I spanked a woman to orgasm. I didn't know it could happen either, but when she cried out "Oh my God! What's happening to me?" I spanked her harder. We had just had sex, and this was a little play as we were supposed to be relaxing. Well, making her bust by paddling her ass got me all hard again, so rest time was over and I had to get back on the job. No rest for the wicked.

[QUOTE=MkeGreens;5566470]Two of the my stranger monger adventures have been with the recently incarcerated: One, I didn't realize it until missionary, she pulled up her legs and. There it was. An ankle monitor. The other was much more fun, a brand new ad on backpage. I jumped on it and called. She only had outcall. I swooped in, picked her up. She was reaching at my crotch as we drove to the no-tel. Barely in the door, and she was pulling down her pants. NO talk of remuneration. Straight to fucking, and hard. Bang bang, two rounds (I was younger then). We sat and talked. Turns out she was released from Taycheedah the day before. Unbeknownst to me, I'd picked her up from her halfway house. It had been a long 3 years for the poor girl, another round. She was willing to wait but she had a curfew. She near wore me out.[/QUOTE]I think a few of us have had that experience with a recently released prisoner. I have twice. One I think had already gotten some before me. But her first time out it was a blast. I recall a few stories from our brothers with some well know providers at the time who had been in jail. When they fuck 5 guys a day it gets old. Then they go to prison for a few months and like anyone else, they need to burn off some steam. Then its back to pretending.

2 things, one after leaving poto, late night, very decently ahead for once, they close at 4 am, a few of us stop for breakfast, otw home, at zebbs, 27th & Morgan. Around 5:30,everyone goes there own way, with money in the pocket & energy I left, I say WTF, ill hit the loop, as I get to L eastbound off of 27th, as I'm at light at wind lake waiting for the green, there's now about 7 cars behind me had no idea it was the formation of a monger parade. As I'm east to 6th & L, turning left going north all cars turn left, I get to G & turn left on G headed west on G, shit all cars turn left west in G, I'm thinking WTF, either this is an early monger parade or I'm being followed by 7 u. C. Vehicles. As I get to 16th & turn right, going north all cars turn right, I get to National & turn left, heading west, all cars turn left going west, now 2 lanes going west, a few spread out into 2 lanes. Wep all get to 27th & national & in the gas station parking lot 2 squads & a patty wagon, there was a drug bust, I find out later, from the worker,2 cars towed & 3 people arrested, including the skinny blonde that wears real shortshorts or dresses & no panties when it's hot out. The loop was very quiet, drizzle to moderate rain I imagine kept things quiet. If you were out there this morning you know who you were, it was hilarious like I had the big scoop of info. Hope all's staying safe & well.

Eagle 19.

Well at least you weren't mistaken for part of the "crew".

[QUOTE=Eagle19;5572271]2 things, one after leaving poto, late night, very decently ahead for once, they close at 4 am, a few of us stop for breakfast, otw home, at zebbs, 27th & Morgan. Around 5:30,everyone goes there own way, with money in the pocket & energy I left, I say WTF, ill hit the loop, as I get to L eastbound off of 27th, as I'm at light at wind lake waiting for the green, there's now about 7 cars behind me had no idea it was the formation of a monger parade. As I'm east to 6th & L, turning left going north all cars turn left, I get to G & turn left on G headed west on G, shit all cars turn left west in G, I'm thinking WTF, either this is an early monger parade or I'm being followed by 7 u. C. Vehicles. As I get to 16th & turn right, going north all cars turn right, I get to National & turn left, heading west, all cars turn left going west, now 2 lanes going west, a few spread out into 2 lanes. Wep all get to 27th & national & in the gas station parking lot 2 squads & a patty wagon, there was a drug bust, I find out later, from the worker,2 cars towed & 3 people arrested, including the skinny blonde that wears real shortshorts or dresses & no panties when it's hot out. The loop was very quiet, drizzle to moderate rain I imagine kept things quiet. If you were out there this morning you know who you were, it was hilarious like I had the big scoop of info. Hope all's staying safe & well.

Eagle 19.[/QUOTE].