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Anyone get the BSW on GF near citco just before sunset? Has long hair to her ass and had sexy tights on. Gave me a smile and then stood on the pole in the gas station parking lot going thru her bag. Was really cute and young. Saw a few others. Baby jess and angel stand out. Angel is gross now. Smokes and has a gut. Was walking with her BSW friend.
[QUOTE=HottyBoy7;6950909]Was she the SW in the black tight dress with a cut design on her hip? If so she's hot. I saw her get inside another car and I was just a second too late.[/QUOTE]Black tank top, tiny Jean shorts. I tried posting pics but had issues.
[QUOTE=LevDotCom;6951387]Do you have contact info for Donna? Does she have kind of a big nose?
L.[/QUOTE]She did not have a phone at the time. And yes, that's her.
Are you sure she is still alive? I haven't see her out in ages.
The last time she had a working phone, she was sharing it with two other girls.
[QUOTE=LevDotCom;6951387]Do you have contact info for Donna? Does she have kind of a big nose?
L.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=GBPhun;6951780]Black tank top, tiny Jean shorts. I tried posting pics but had issues.[/QUOTE]Can you try to message me the pics and I can post them.
[QUOTE=ATW2020;6951420]Anyone get the BSW on GF near citco just before sunset? Has long hair to her ass and had sexy tights on. Gave me a smile and then stood on the pole in the gas station parking lot going thru her bag. Was really cute and young. Saw a few others. Baby jess and angel stand out. Angel is gross now. Smokes and has a gut. Was walking with her BSW friend.[/QUOTE]The BSW on GF is named Cece. Caught her tonight while both of us dodged fireworks. She's super cute, claims to be from Arkansas but is up front with prices of 100 but then said something for 80. I lied saying she can give me her number when I circle back but I left. So many out now don't just get in or price themselves out. Not sure why I try so often.
Checked out Angel close up the other day while stuck at a stop sign. I had heard that she's preggo but most women have a glow about them while in that condition. Not her. Looks rough like she ate a baby, not having one.
[QUOTE=CLReplyMailBox;6948425]Ok! I admit, I'm addicted to pussy!
So I keep notes on my phone of all my conquests.
Jan-June I've had 22 encounters with 18 different girls.
Most were street scoops. But a few off STG when I had more cash.
Usually 40-50 worked. STG were more of course.
Total was 1355.[/QUOTE]This is a great report! Detailed, concise, and glorious. And you don't let the girls intimidate you out of telling us all of the pertinent statistical data we so crave, and which helps us, your fellow sloremongers, navigate this Nightmare Plane called Earth. For the past month or so, I have actually been thinking about moving my reports in a direction similar to this report of yours. While I doubt I will ever abandon my philosophical and pornographic narratives, you certainly have shown the merit of concise yet detailed reports.
Here's a pic from the other day. I stay far away from her sticky fingers.
[QUOTE=MilwNightFun;6953705]Checked out Angel close up the other day while stuck at a stop sign. I had heard that she's preggo but most women have a glow about them while in that condition. Not her. Looks rough like she ate a baby, not having one.[/QUOTE]Has gained some weight. Smokes a lot and now has her reputation. Insee her on the streets so often. Hate to see some new talent hanging with her because you know she's teaching them bad habits. But glad everyone has wised up and mostly not pick her up now. I always say hi if I'm at a light. Then as it turns green, I tell her to stop stealing.
This report, and all of my writings on this site, are fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
I arrived in town the day before yesterday, at around 3:00 in the morning. I went eastward on Greenfield, then on my first loop back westward, I found Erin hooking on the south sidewalk at around 12th to 14th street. Car date. BBBJCIMWS 30 Erin loves drinking my sperm. I'm one of the dicks she actually enjoys.
At around 4:30 in the afternoon, I found Erika on 22nd street, between Greenfield and the alley that sits between Greenfield and Orchard. Motel date. BBBJ FS CIP.
Erika is currently under investigation for treason. I found Becca on 7th & Greenfield, in the early evening, and I pulled onto 7th, parked, turned my car off, got out, and interviewed her for 20 minutes, while letting her eat my food, so as to keep her talking. That's how we investigate criminals. We feed witnesses, and the criminals themselves, so that they continue talking. Choking back tears, I interrogated her hard about Erika's treason for a full 20 minutes. She claimed she didn't know an Erika, and persisted with that claim, even after I showed her Erika's pictures on facebook. That sounds like a fucking lie. Erika knows exactly who Becca is, and every long-time Greenfield hooker knows exactly who Erika is. I'm pretty sure Becca is full of shit. The only two things that make me think there is a chance she's telling the truth are: a) She seemed completely honest, and I don't think Becca has the intellect nor the care to put on such a great act. B) All hookers hate each other and leap at the opportunity to dispense information that might dissuade a monger from dating a fellow hooker. So, I am confused. At any rate, this investigation will continue, and I will interview Becca again, and see if her memory clears up next time. I also might conduct the interrogation in my car, where she might not feel as comfortable lying to me. BTW, about half-way through this interrogation, a man who I believe to be the boyfriend of the late Storm walked by, and Becca asked him for a hit off his crack pipe. He replied, asking if she has food, seeing her munching on my strawberries. Becca wanted to go hit that crack pipe, but I admonished her to finish the interview. I told her that if she finishes the interview, I will give her some more food, for her and him. Then, from across the street, he jovially informed me that he requires Becca to continue the conversation before they do their thing. I thanked him, and continued the hard interrogation, at the end of which, I gave her a few snacks. She then said that she thinks he wants to eat strawberries, so I gave her probably around half-a-pound of strawberries, and off she went.
That night, on the eve of Independence Day, I did a motel date with Jen. BBBJ FS CIM 50.
Yesterday, Independence Day, I suffered a calamity in the morning. God knocked me down and kicked me in the teeth, and while I don't know the totality of why he did this to me, I do believe that one of the reasons was that I was getting too cocky toward Erika on this forum. I called her yesterday and humbly asked her to meet with me, that I would pay for both a dinner date and a car date. We spoke over lunch, and I talked her ear off, prostrating myself before her, begging for her help. While my situation has seemingly been resolved now, without Erika's intervention, I will give Erika acknowledgment on two counts. While both of these counts can only be considered her not being a monster toward me, it is still noteworthy, as most people are monsters; so, while I do not think that not being a monster meets the bar of earning gratitude, it certainly earns a warm feeling in my heart. The two counts which I will acknowledge Erika publicly, at this point, are:
1. While it is entirely possible that her motives for meeting up with me were the restaurant food and the money from the sexual act, I will point out that none of these prostitutes do anything out of drug addiction. Just as Erika's drug addiction doesn't make her let good, long-standing clients abuse her body the way she willy nilly lets strangers abuse it, her addiction also is powerless to make her meet up with me in my time of need, if she was feeling sadistic toward me. So, I have noted that when she had a chance to kick me in the teeth, she opted not to.
2. I prostrated myself before her, and made an undignified offer, out of sheer terror at my predicament I was in yesterday. I made this offer to her at least twice yesterday. Now that I'm no longer having a panic attack, I would, of course, rescind this pathetic offer, if she had taken me up on it. But here's my point: She did not take me up on my offer! So, she was good to me! She did not take advantage of me while I was having a panic attack, and make me live a lifestyle that would strip me of my dignity. God Bless Erika.
She was under the weather that day, and was essentially disabled. It took her an hour to take a hit off a crack pipe. She's back to normal now, but yesterday, she was actually handicapped. Because of her temporary condition, she could not suck a dick. As I told her afterward, it was the longest, and worst, blow job she's ever given me. I'd say she sucked me for 45 minutes. BBBJ FIV I was fucking the hell out of her face, but could not bring myself to climax. I lifted her skirt and fingered her for a minute during the blow job, and she did not protest! Normally, she has a policy against that. She was fully conscious the whole time, only physically disabled, so she was able to voice any concerns she had.
During dinner, prior to the car date, I asked her if there's anything I'm saying on this forum that bothers her, and she replied by humbly expressing a preference for me to stop telling the dollar amounts I'm paying her. I agreed, which is why I'm not including the price of either the motel date of July 3rd, or the car date of Independence Day.
She and I spent around a quarter of a day together yesterday. Due to my panic attack I was suffering the whole day, and the compassion I felt for her in her bad condition, I also pledged to take care of her in my home, or place her in a nearby home of a friend who I could get to let her stay with him, if she ever is temporarily or permanently disabled. That friend of mine has never had sex with a woman, and would refuse to have sex with Erika, in case you guys were thinking that she'd have to have sex with this guy. He's straight, but cloistered. Poor thing. As I made this pledge to Erika, I was guessing that she would prefer to die on the sidewalk on Greenfield Avenue, rather than be taken care of by me, drug-free (other than whatever prescriptions she may have), far away from Milwaukee. I still think that that would be her preference. But, for what it's worth, now that I'm back to normal and not panicking, I am standing by my word, and if she ever finds herself temporarily handicapped (like she was yesterday), or permanently handicapped, my doors are open to her. The only difference is that now, I have regained my dignity, so all of my goodness toward her rests on a prerequisite of her not narrowing her menu on me.
So, on this journey, I had four dates among three women: two car date blow jobs, and two motel date suck-and-fucks. Three orgasms. Life is great!
Let's keep pumping cream into these women's holes, shall we, gents?
Body Shopper.
[QUOTE=BodyShopper;6953955]This report, and all of my writings on this site, are fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
I arrived in town the day before yesterday, at around 3:00 in the morning. I went eastward on Greenfield, then on my first loop back westward, I found Erin hooking on the south sidewalk at around 12th to 14th street. Car date. BBBJCIMWS 30 Erin loves drinking my sperm. I'm one of the dicks she actually enjoys.
At around 4:30 in the afternoon, I found Erika on 22nd street, between Greenfield and the alley that sits between Greenfield and Orchard. Motel date. BBBJ FS CIP.
Erika is currently under investigation for treason. I found Becca on 7th & Greenfield, in the early evening, and I pulled onto 7th, parked, turned my car off, got out, and interviewed her for 20 minutes, while letting her eat my food, so as to keep her talking. That's how we investigate criminals. We feed witnesses, and the criminals themselves, so that they continue talking. Choking back tears, I interrogated her hard about Erika's treason for a full 20 minutes. She claimed she didn't know an Erika, and persisted with that claim, even after I showed her Erika's pictures on facebook. That sounds like a fucking lie. Erika knows exactly who Becca is, and every long-time Greenfield hooker knows exactly who Erika is. I'm pretty sure Becca is full of shit. The only two things that make me think there is a chance she's telling the truth are: a) She seemed completely honest, and I don't think Becca has the intellect nor the care to put on such a great act. B) All hookers hate each other and leap at the opportunity to dispense information that might dissuade a monger from dating a fellow hooker. So, I am confused. At any rate, this investigation will continue, and I will interview Becca again, and see if her memory clears up next time. I also might conduct the interrogation in my car, where she might not feel as comfortable lying to me. BTW, about half-way through this interrogation, a man who I believe to be the boyfriend of the late Storm walked by, and Becca asked him for a hit off his crack pipe..[/QUOTE]Seriously consider leaving reports like CL reply mailbox. This is time none of us can get back.
[QUOTE=VikingPride;6946149]What did she look like? Chunky, skinny, tall, short, young, old, brown hair, blonde hair, big tits, small tits, floppy tits, flat ass, squeezable ass?[/QUOTE]She was short and thin. Middle-aged. Redhead. Relatively small, saggy tits. Lots of scabs / scars / sores. I do have a soft spot for short and thin, and I'm easy to please anyway.
As I've stated before, I'm a ride share driver. Today I drop someone off at the rave and spin around to the next ride. Guess who's walking down Wisconsin but none other than Angel the thief. She was in her purple suit outfit. I've now seen her on Wisconsin, South loop and north loop. She gets around.
[QUOTE=BodyShopper;6953955]Yesterday, Independence Day, I suffered a calamity in the morning.
Body Shopper.[/QUOTE]Bro, you routinely share 10+ paragraphs with every detail. What was this calamity that left you with an all day panic attack and caused you to cuck yourself to Erika?
HS.