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[QUOTE=MilwNightFun;6687029]Definitely all woman with an open menu. Anything goes.[/QUOTE]She was clearly a woman. It was Tatiana that I picked up and feared she was a he.
Dm if you want to know about a side gig I'm doing. Crazy dealers from the area made me laugh last night.
[QUOTE=CoochieEater;6683531]Ok, I'm pulled up to the stop light at 6th and Becher. Walking down the street on the left, crossing 6th is a babe in tight pants, showing an amazingly round, high riding booty. As she crosses Becher to the convenience store on the corner, she appears to have pretty good sized titties. "Ah fuckit. " I say to myself and pull into the parking lot. When I go inside, she's at the counter paying for whatever she's bought. As she goes to walk past me I say "Um, is today the day that super-models shop here?" "Oh thank you!" she says, "That deserves a hug!" She presses her rather sizable jugs into my chest. "I have to run, but take my number!" I call her later in the day, and sure enough, she's a whole. Staying up on the northside in one of the shit-hole motels on Appleton. I can't make it that night, but I will get with her the next night.
No I won't. She's out of the notel, drifting aimlessly on the southside, wondering where she can stay for the night. How the fuck can a woman with the bangingest body, prettier than average, slinging pussy have NO MONEY? Jesus, she could be selling content on * making bank. Chaturbate, CamSoda, CherryTV, and on and on. She finally admitted to me, she's got a crack habit. I mean, really? Smoking a little rock is better than having a warm place to stay and a roof over your head? I guess.
Anyway, I'm fed up with the constant neediness of these babes Can even one of them get it together enough to have a room or a house or a roommate in the same business? Sure, they can suck my dick, or take it in the ass or whatever, but can they keep $5 out of the $25 I pay them?
Coochie (Bankroll management, motherfucker) Eater.
God Bless You All.[/QUOTE]What was her name? I think I've seen her before.
I'm hoping someone on here is a regular of Kelly's and has most recent digits? I accidentally deleted the last number she texted me a couple months ago and have not seen her since. This is the SW Kelly that walked National in the past but now is more of a UTR CG because she can actually keep and use a phone. White, Mid 30's, big tits, thick but not fat. Gives an excellent DT BBBJCIM. She moved around a bit but the last places she stayed at were around 37 and Scott and 36 and National. Cruises around in that red car with sister or whoever. Sister may be on STG but I never met. Hopefully one of you is a regular and can PM me digits, I would really appreciate it. Thanks!
[QUOTE=BigDog1330;6688051]What was her name? I think I've seen her before.[/QUOTE]Know any good spots in the area?
Picked up Lola on G yesterday. Not to enthusiastic, but still got the job done with many breaks. Wanted to fuck her but wanted more than I was going to pay.
Paid. 25 Shel does look good. Black hair now. Would have taken anything in need of money bad.
Craven Morehead, PNR2004, and Milwaukee Pussy Hound- Thank you very much for the praise! I put considerable time and effort into my fictional writings on this forum, so it makes me feel good to be appreciated.
Soccer Fan- Thank you for the intelligence on Chella's new whereabouts.
Troll Mongo- In my opinion, the only scenario in which we mongers should root for a walker to leave the streets is if he has ambitions of wifing her up.
Legal disclaimer: I do not condone nor promote prostitution. All of my writings on this website are fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is entirely coincidental.
I love having sex with women, as many women as possible, whether one at a time or multiple at once. Unprotected, always. Variety is the spice of life!
I want to give a big shout out to the coca farmers of South America! And you, out in the far east, growing the opium poppies! We American mongers salute you!
I arrived in town a few days ago and did some body shopping, although a highly minimalized and controlled form.
I cruised around Greenfield for around an hour in the late afternoon. I immediately came upon Kerri and Hazel. Would probably have tried out Hazel if I was in normal Body Shopping mode, but due to the considerations I vaguely alluded to in a recent post, I opted not to. I asked them if Rose is around, and they giddily chirped that she's in jail, which is not true, although she is not streetwalking these days. Hazel demanded $10 for nothing! She just complained about me driving up and down for hours and that I therefore "can obviously afford it". She also bemoaned the alleged large amount of time I waste of the girls like her who I don't pick up. I pointed out to her that I have not been cruising lately. I submitted and gave her $5 because I felt sorry for her, and because I feel guilty that she read a disrespectful tract I wrote about her last year. I would not have written it if I thought she'd ever read it.
I came back around an hour later and picked up Kerri. We parked. 20 birds few past my car. I estimate she sucked my filthy cock for ten minutes. I knew I owed her a squirt of semen and was mindful of that as she sucked. Eventually she obtained her shot of semen. 10 more birds flew past my car. She thanked me and I dropped her back off.
Some day, some smart, young lady is going to give me a heart attack with her oral abilities and then relieve me of my wallet, and if she is so bold, my vehicle, as well.
A few hours later, I met up with Renia, who I had set up a motel date with a week earlier. She gave me a cold, unopened Snapple! It's notable, because as you mongers know, it's extremely rare for a slore to treat a monger to anything! She had just purchased it in the store I'd driven her to. We repaired to my motel. As we entered the room, 60 birds flew over our pig heads. She sucked, we fucked, then she sucked again. I did not finish, so she offered me to make 20 of the birds fly over our head again! I eagerly and gratefully accepted, and lo-and-behold, out the window, I saw 20 of those 60 birds that had flown over us going east on our way into the room, going back west now, from whence they'd come. Renia is a pleasant sort, and regarding business deals, she is one of the very most honest hookers, if not the most honest, I have ever known. I dropped her back off at home.
Cruise 'Til You Come.
I then cruised down to Lincoln for the second time that day. It was around 10:00 pm I pulled up to one Natasha on the south-west corner of 12th & Lincoln, and would have picked her up if I was not in restricted mode! Under the streetlight, she appeared to be a light beige with straight, longish black hair. She was extremely pleasant and warm, and appeared to be in her 20's. Do any of you mongers have any information or opinions on her? Your words could help me to decide whether to pick her up in the future.
Soon thereafter, I came upon Chella walking out of the Speedway at 9th & Lincoln! She snorted a line of heroin, and we repaired to a spot of mine. She began falling asleep the moment she put my cock in her mouth. The next twenty minutes were a struggle of intermittent cocksucking and sleeping, alternating every five seconds or so. Whenever she was awake, she was totally into it. She sucked on my balls at least twice, for perhaps 20 or 30 seconds each time, on her own volition, and passionately so. As time wore on, I knew that I owed this fine, young lady a squirt of the good stuff, so that she could get on with her night. Toward the end, as I was assuming this date will not result in an orgasm, I, inspired by stories some of you gents have told, started fucking her facehole, and by golly, after several minutes of fucking her sleeping-waking-sleeping again face, I squirted my semen into her mouth, and she swallowed it all down! On our way back, I solemnly yet jubilantly requested that she swallow all of my loads henceforth, to which she readily and happily agreed. I believe her words, spoken in a very cheerful voice through a smiling face, were "Sure, I don't care".
I awoke the next day and cruised for perhaps a half-hour on Greenfield. I pulled up and spoke with Lola at one point, but turned her down, as I didn't think she'd make me shoot, and shooting is what I live for.
Driving around Greenfield I pulled over onto a side street & a girl walked over to me. I dropped the passenger window & asked her name, something I always do. She told me they call her Crazy Girl. This was a new one to me & I was getting a mixed vibe so I moved on. Do any of you fellas have any experience with this one?
[QUOTE=CravenMorehead;6694858]Driving around Greenfield I pulled over onto a side street & a girl walked over to me. I dropped the passenger window & asked her name, something I always do. She told me they call her Crazy Girl. This was a new one to me & I was getting a mixed vibe so I moved on. Do any of you fellas have any experience with this one?[/QUOTE]Was she Hispanic and a little thick wearing a Bluetooth headphone? If so I have experience seeing her last month and have her digits. She told me her name is Marie and people call her Crazy Girl, she gave a good BBBJCIM!
Scooped a new one on 8th and G who called herself Mercedes. Short and thick but not fat black hair LSW with a different kind of baby face but cute and the sweetest little voice you've ever heard. Total sweetheart. Said she is not out there much and has a 2nd shift job. She wanted to fuck but I opted for BBBJ which was pretty good until the finish. She could not handle the finish and I ended up using my hand. I hate that. She said she normally does catch so I'll give her another try to prove herself or VP's out. Or I'll just opt for the FS. I would like to hear that sweet voice moan and groan.
I have been to Paris and stood in the Louvre, gazing upon the Mona Lisa. It is a work of perfection, and also, of great mystery. There have been many debates as to who the woman could have been. Why is the Mona Lisa relevant to a SW report? Perhaps I should start at the beginning.
Before I start, I do need to state that I am an outstanding citizen and do not engage in illegal activity, but I do have these unusual dreams that seem appropriate to discuss here. A few days ago I dreamed that I texted an online ad, one of those web entertainers, asking if she did meets. The answer was no. But early this evening she texted me and said we could do a car date for 100. If she used real pics of herself in her ad, I was all for enjoying her company.
Address was a location near 51st and Capitol. That part of town one needs to tread carefully, so I arrived and texted that I was 10 minutes away. It was a quiet place, and my scouting turned up no concerns. Then as we were about to meet, she texted me saying that she was going to need to charge 120. Being the 28th of the month and the rent probably due, that may have been motivation for setting up a meeting when she only does online work. Some of those girls make millions inserting objects into themselves online for simps sitting in their basement, but I suspect most find that the easy money is virtually nonexistent. Giving money to girls on my monitor does not work when you're the touchy feely type.
Regardless, if there is one thing I don't put up with, it's people who want to play games. It's time to meet and she says it's now 120? I text back saying sorry and to have a good night.
I make my way down to Lisbon and just make a single pass through. It's a cold night and I see two girls. One looks stunning but I keep going because Lisbon scares me. I have an undergraduate degree in Street but the people on Lisbon, they all have Phd's. I am out of my league here and no matter what I do to prepare, these girls are one step ahead of me. I've been around Lisbon before and tried to meet some of these fine ladies, but the interactions I've had in here only convince me that these are shark infested waters and I do not know how to swim. I still like to look and it tortures the little head to pass on the beauties that abound on Lisbon, at least compared to the other locations.
I make a few loops around Nat and Grn. There's hardly any traffic, the cold probably keeping people home, and probably why there aren't many girls.
I see Jazz, someone I met not too long ago. She's dancing that dance people make when they are freezing in the cold. She's fairly good looking, tall, and for those who care, a product of mixed races. She is articulate and intelligent. She is also a user. When it's cold she bundles up in layers making it nearly impossible to undress and properly engage with FS. She can be had for 40, but being a user means she is very likely in need of a bath. With soap. I pass.
The handful of girls I do see, they're making themselves unavailable by running into the gas station stores or McDonald's to escape from the cold.
I decide to go to Lincoln.
I see one girl but she doesn't excite me. Still, I loop around the block to take another look and she's scooped and gone by the time I get back. Now I have to pee so I go to the store at 9th and Lincoln, purchase a lemonade in order to qualify for using the restroom, but it's in use. The lady who's in there, she was a borderline loony as I saw her before she grabbed the bathroom. I wait. And wait. And wait. The only reason to be in there that long is to inject yourself with heroin. Heroin, if you have ever seen the process, is something that is not done quickly, and once it's injected, you enter a chemically induced world for which time changes. Mind you, I only know this from observation, not experience. But I'm just frikking standing there for eternity. I eventually go to the park across the street and walk to a dark corner. Call me a pig if you must. There are those who give homage to the growers of poppies but it's an entirely different matter when you're hogging the bathroom to ingest your poppy extract.
The observations above may not be a good read, but it's an accurate description of what is happening around here. This is the world you enter when coming here and it's not always pretty.
Shortly after my relief in the park, I'm going west on Lincoln when I see a pair of long, black boots that go up to the knees and a mini skirt wrapped around a nice pair of buttocks. Long, dark hair, pretty face, and young. She goes into the store at 13th and Lincoln and comes out with a pack of cigarettes. I was waiting for her but she walks behind my car and misses seeing me and proceeds to go west on Lincoln. I drive around the block and wait at the corner on 14th and flag her down when she arrives.
This girl is absolutely beautiful! Body has to be a nine and the face at least a seven. It's 60 for FS and I park at a random place in the vicinity. She calls herself Mona and she is just stunning when undressed. Her bosom was nothing but perfection. It was a privilege to gaze down upon her body. A privilege!
This girl should be on those high end web sites charging 500.
When I reached that point of no return and your body quivers uncontrollably while ejecting fluids, the kind that men are designed to deliver, the feeling was extreme and long lasting. There is something about a beautiful woman that heightens the experience.
I get her digits but she says the phone bill hasn't been paid so it's not currently working. It's doubtful if she will want to see me again anyway, when I offered to take her back to Lincoln, she declined and walked. I suppose for some girls it's a bit creepy seeing grandpa, but grandpa seeing the granddaughter does something for grandpa.
Either way, it was an unbelievable meetup. That's two in a row, me having posted a previous encounter with a girl who calls herself Violet. I've been unable to contact Violet nor have I seen her since. I gave her digits out to a few here but apparently she was merely passing through or the street swallowed her up.
This one called herself Mona, and she is definitely a rival to the Mona Lisa. In between these shooters of heroin and smokers of crack, there is real beauty here. It's unfortunate girls do this but I can't fix the world. Nor can I stop the testosterone and what it does to me.
I wake up from my dream but I hope I have more dreams like this one. Especially when you saved 40 from the original meet and this one didn't need a bath. Paintings of Mona should be hanging in the Louvre thus allowing the world to share in her beauty. I hope you all get to meet her. You'll see if you do. Of course, some may disagree with my dream but if you do, I hope your dreams will come true.
Over the summer I saw this very slender WSW all over Milwaukee. Lincoln, national, greenfield and even on 27th street around Wisconsin Ave. She had really short hair like a boyish crew cut. The last time I saw her on Lincoln about two months ago, her hair grew a bit longer but was still short.
Does anyone know her name?
Is she still out there?
I always see her when I'm not looking and can't scoop.
I'm on vacation now and I've been out and about at all hours.
I then cruised down to Lincoln for the second time that day. It was around 10:00 pm I pulled up to one Natasha on the south-west corner of 12th & Lincoln, and would have picked her up if I was not in restricted mode! Under the streetlight, she appeared to be a light beige with straight, longish black hair. She was extremely pleasant and warm, and appeared to be in her 20's. Do any of you mongers have any information or opinions on her? Your words could help me to decide whether to pick her up in the future. There is a light skin black girl that has been around for at least a decade or more that calls herself Natasha. Also goes by a different nickname. She is probably in her late 30's but doesn't really look it. I don't think she has long black straight hair so I don't know if we're talking about the same girl. She's got the curly black girl hair usually worn up. Last I seen her was about a month ago. Very nice BBBJCIM. Very nice girl. Nice big fun bags to play with. Unfortunately she broke her phone so she's been out a little more otherwise she walks very little and is more of a CG. Got to be in the right place at the right time to catch her because she bounces around everywhere. You can either find her on G or on L when she is out.
[QUOTE=VikingPride;6697408]I then cruised down to Lincoln for the second time that day. It was around 10:00 pm I pulled up to one Natasha on the south-west corner of 12th & Lincoln, and would have picked her up if I was not in restricted mode! Under the streetlight, she appeared to be a light beige with straight, longish black hair. She was extremely pleasant and warm, and appeared to be in her 20's. Do any of you mongers have any information or opinions on her? Your words could help me to decide whether to pick her up in the future. There is a light skin black girl that has been around for at least a decade or more that calls herself Natasha. Also goes by a different nickname. She is probably in her late 30's but doesn't really look it. I don't think she has long black straight hair so I don't know if we're talking about the same girl. She's got the curly black girl hair usually worn up. Last I seen her was about a month ago. Very nice BBBJCIM. Very nice girl. Nice big fun bags to play with. Unfortunately she broke her phone so she's been out a little more otherwise she walks very little and is more of a CG. Got to be in the right place at the right time to catch her because she bounces around everywhere. You can either find her on G or on L when she is out.[/QUOTE]Sorry not technology savvy at all. 1st half of this is from Body shopper's post that I tried to copy and paste. My response to his post starts with "There is a light skin back girl that calls herself Natasha".
What's her story? Saw her off GF Late last night but passed. Seemed ok but had a mask on. Not sure if it was for sickness or cold. I passed as I recalled seeing reports here but couldn't remember if good or bad. My search never works too.