Sunday morning coming down
[QUOTE=TrollMongo;7257865]I don't mean to hijack the name of my favorite Johnny Cash song, but those damn lyrics been going through my head all day. If you know the words, it describes my feelings to a T and it was after all a Sunday Morning.[/QUOTE]Clarification: That song was sung by Johnny Cash, amongst others BUT was written by Kris Kristofferson, one of the greatest song writers ever.
Daddio.
I met Sugar once, but didn't wind up doing a date.
[QUOTE=FreddieKane;7258870]Had a car date with someone today and sne informed me that theres a black chick randomly attacking girls on Lincoln named Sugar. The girl I picked up had a black eye and said Sugar caught her by surprise. No other details about Sugar other than she's black and sometimes will panhandle at the gas station on 5th. She sounds dangerous and definitely not someone I'd want in my vehicle. Just a heads up to anyone that makes pickups in that area.[/QUOTE]Thanks for the info. I met Sugar once, a few months ago, but we didn't do a date. I had Jamie with me, and I was interested in Sugar- and Jamie is friends with her, as they exchanged familiar greetings- and Jamie suggested we bring her to the motel with us, but I declined. After we drove off, I explained to Jamie that the girls I bring to my motel rooms are an elite squad, vetted through numerous car dates.
Sugar was a thin, youngish black slore with an attractive face and long or longish straight, black hair. I'm guessing it was a wig. I probably would have done a date with her if I'd been alone. This wasn't on or even near one of the main drags. I don't remember where it was. Sugar was friendly and polite. Perhaps she is dangerous to Johns, or perhaps she's only dangerous to other girls. Krazy Kerri is a great date, and she is feared among women. I like to think that my spidey senses would have picked up on Sugar's dangerousness if she was any more of a threat than the average hooker.
The Most Beautiful Soul In Silver City
The Most Beautiful Soul In Silver City.
Jamie is the most beautiful soul in Silver City.
Around a year ago, as I was dropping her off during the daylight in the alley behind her home after a date, I merrily chirped, "What's your opinion on reproductive rights?" Jamie turned from cheerfully facing me to glumly looking straight out the window. She replied that she's against abortion, but stated it in the most gentle manner, like any smart businesswoman does so as not to offend her clientele. I further inquired, "What about in cases of rape?" Jamie again got very nervous and stammered a bit as she stated as gently as she could that she's against abortion in cases of rape, as well! I then dropped my schtick and showed her my anti-abortion sign that was in my back seat at the moment.
See? I don't give people the privilege of deciding whether or not to reveal their soul to me. I have that power.
Fast forward to this past November or December. We were either on our way to or from a motel date, and I told her a tale as we drove. With a giddy countenance, a jubilant tone, and a big smile, I told her that a hooker I know and who Jamie doesn't know told me about an awesome thing she recently did. I said that this hooker has a long-time client she's friends with, and who she's never allowed to shoot in her pussy. I went on to tell Jamie, with giddy delight, that a few weeks ago, this loyal client and friend of hers introduced her to his friend for them to do a date together. During this date, she gave her friend's buddy permission to shoot in her pussy! On the first night meeting him! That, after never letting the other guy do it, even though she's friends with him, and he's been hiring her for sexual release for years! After thoroughly explaining this tryst to Jamie, I spent the next half-hour or so asking her every 5 minutes to tell me her opinion of that. Jamie was avoiding the question. Finally, Jamie stated, in the most hesitant and again, business-smart and agreeable tone, "I think that's bogus. " Can you believe it?! Jamie is the most beautiful soul in Silver City! And one of the most beautiful souls I've ever met in my life! I then explained to Jamie that while the story is real, the characters in it are me, Erika, and my friend Alex; and that Erika fucked me over by giving him a privilege she'd never given me! I told Jamie that I hate Erika for that, and that I agree with Jamie 100%, and was again testing her, to discover her identity.
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A) Renouncing Erika B) Meeting Troll Mongo!
All of my posts on this forum are fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
Hard chronological data:
Redd motel date BBBJ BBFS CIP 50.
Erika motel date BBBJ BBFS CIP 60.
Erika car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Rebecca car date BBBJ CIM 30.
I arrived in town Saturday at around noon and rented a motel room. Straightaway drove to Greenfield avenue. I had a 1:00 motel date arranged with Erika, but I was secretly planning on taking a couple of laps to try to find Redd, and take her to the motel for a quick date before picking up Erika. Sure enough, on my very first lap up Greenfield, there was Redd, standing on the southeast corner of Greenfield and 22nd street! I scooped her and we repaired to the motel. Once she was in my car, I texted Erika at 12:55 and asked her if we can change our meeting to 2:30. Upon entering the motel room, Redd asked me if I have any sweets. I replied in the affirmative, unveiling to her a cake pan full of cookie bars that I'd baked from scratch! She consumed one and declined a second. Meanwhile, I heated up a plate of spaghetti and ate it. I handed Redd the 40, she put it away, then she switched from friendly to unfriendly, and said, "Let's get this over with. " I removed my clothes, and she removed her pants and underpants. She sucked me for around 8 minutes, I'd say, while I sat on the chair. I had instructed her before we started to get on the bed facing a certain way, and that we would fuck doggystyle. Well, when I told her it's time to fuck, she got in doggy position with her ass right even with the edge of the bed! I had her move forward, and she went down to about bed-level. I plowed her tight, smooth, wet black pussy. I had not waited until orgasm to command her to fuck. I was planning on getting some fucking it. So, I wasn't shooting when I stood up from the blow job. But let me tell you, gents, that the moment my white cock penetrated Redd's black pussy, I shot! And I shot and shot. Redd seemed to be enjoying it. The first time I fucked her, last summer, she enjoyed it, too. I've fucked her four times now. Both the first time and this most recent time, she moved around like she was into it, and seemed to lament it being over so quickly. We dressed and got back into my car. I saw that Erika had texted me back in the affirmative for the appointment time adjustment. I handed Redd the other 10, and we drove back to Silver City.
Erika came out at around 2:45, looking hot as fuck. She asked me to front her 20. I did, and we repaired to a different dealer's duplex apartment. She was in and out really quickly, then off we went to the motel. I was happy for her to dilly dally for a few hours, so that I could build back up sperm to squirt into her pussy or mouth. I told you that I'm having financial hardship right now, so I brought all sorts of food from home. I also brought my toaster oven! I cooked 30 pizza rolls, and Erika ate them all! Then, she ate some tater tots! Saying she was still hungry, she asked about chocolate. I showed her the cookie bars. She asked if that's coconut on them, and I replied in the affirmative. She said she's allergic to coconut, and demanded that I go to the store and buy her some chocolate! I refused, and she said she won't do the date unless I do that! I picked up the phone and made a call on speaker, and during the automated prompts, she backed down and said she'd do the date!
So, she'll get you to front her money, she'll eat all your food, and be completely ungrateful, and back out of the date if you don't blackmail her into following through! What a piece of shit!
I had warned her that this date will be doggystyle. And during that date of the road head I reported on here a couple of weeks ago, she'd happily said that she'll do doggy. Well, I'd been warning her from the time she initially agreed to that position through the date I'm reporting now, that doggystyle consists of two equally active partners, and that she will be throwing her ass at me while I thrust my hips into her. This revolting dirtball informed me that she will sit in position without moving, while I "do my thing"! Fuck her! Then, the loser refused to get on the bed and figure out with me what exact way we will have to situate ourselves to make the doggystyle position work, rather than fumble around after the fellatio while my dick loses steam. I implored her repeatedly to get on the bed and assume the position with me, but she refused! So, I submitted and sat on the chair, and she sucked me.
When I was ready to fuck, I announced it, and she hopped onto the bed, and I got on behind her. She sat there with her naked ass facing me. I stuck my dick in her pussy. Then, I gently pushed her upper body down, since it was higher than her ass. I put my dick in and out of her three times over the course of a minute, during which we were discussing our positioning, none of which was working out. All because the piece of shit had cockily refused to do a practice positioning before the date! So, I instructed her to suck me again, and that on my command, she will fling herself onto her back, with her filthy twat on the edge of the bed. She sucked me a few more minutes while I sat on that chair. Then, I had her lie down, I sprang up, and I started pounding her, as I stood beside the bed. She made a gesture and perhaps a sound too, pointing out that my cum is shooting outside her pussy! I give her credit for not just allowing it to go. She wants her extra $10 really badly, evidently. So, I rammed my cock into her pussy and shot the rest of my load into her womb, as I pounded.
She had said she will sleep at the motel that night. After the fuck, I kindly informed her that she is hereby disinvited from my motel room that night, and every night from now on. I called her a piece of shit, because that's what she is. Every hooker does every position with her clients, and lets them cum in her pussy. Every single hooker, without exception. But most hookers have certain guys who they don't respect and who they consider to be losers. It is those men who they play a joke on and don't put out for completely. If you get a girl who doesn't give up everything all at once, remember that the reason she doesn't is because she doesn't like you or respect you. If she respected you, you would be in that category of men who she does all positions with, and who she allows to shoot in her pussy.
Erika had me wait as she went in and got dope. Then, she and Jen came out of the trap house, and I drove them both to another trap house. Erika went in and came back out. Then, I dropped Erika off at the house of the uncle of that dead Greenfield hooker who had fake tits. I think her name was Vanessa. Erika often sleeps there. Vanessa's uncle makes her give him crack cocaine if she wants to sleep a night there, and if he leaves, he requires her to leave, too. Jessi of The Holy Trinity stays there quite a bit, and Crackmonster Kerry (who Not Lob just got a blow job from) lives there full-time. Erika had called him and arranged to come there several minutes before showing up. Well, Jen and I watched as Erika knocked on his door for five minutes, becoming louder and louder, until she was literally pounding on the door. That's the way the cookie crumbles when you burn all your bridges. Body Shopper no longer welcomes you into his home or his motel room, and even the drug-infested den you often sleep at is not thrilled to have you there. Erika is unwanted everywhere she goes. After five minutes of knocking, the door finally opened, and Erika went inside.
Jen and I went back to Silver City, and I passed her off to my friend Alex, whose last six months of adventures I am going to post a report about in the next few days.
I cruised for perhaps another hour. During this time, I picked up Ivy. She introduced herself through the window as Brooklyn. This was at 22nd and Greenfield, south-east corner. I said 20 plus 10 through the window, and she got in. Then, when I told her as we drove east that it's 20 up front, and then 10 more if I shoot, she balked. I reminded her that she got in when I told her that deal, and she rejoined by saying that she'd thought I meant I pay 20 before and 10 after. So, Ivy really wasn't planning on making a knee grow shoot! Ha! Crudball. She didn't want to come out to my spot. I told her that the only two ways I'll do the date are: a) We go to my spot, or b) We park locally and I pay after the date. Ivy declined the date and had me let her out at 17th and Greenfield, though I'd offered to take her back to where I'd picked her up from. On her way out, she emphatically stated twice that I'm "missing out". I can see who the bad people are, and Ivy is a bad person. She has no intention of making a John shoot. Otherwise, she would be happy to accept my terms. She likes getting more for dates than what I offer, so she wanted to cash-and-dash me. Respectable business people decline doing business with clients who refuse to pay what the proprietor wants. Shitbags accept the deal, then steal the money or do a half-assed performance.
I repaired to the motel and texted Erika, informing her that from now on, the only way we'll do dates is if she accepts a deal in which she either gets the full pay or gets nothing, and that if it goes how our date that day went, she will get nothing.
I awoke the following morning with a hard-on, so I went and picked up Erika. She soothed my aching boner in her adroit mouth. After some minutes of succor, I shot a mighty load of semen into Erika's facehole. She carried me through my orgasm as carefully and attentively as is humanly possible, continuing sucking as the last drops were already spent, slowing down over the course of several seconds, then spitting.
When I arrived to pick Erika up before the date, she told me that she has to wake Vanessa's uncle up so he can unlock the door! From the inside! Ha! After she got in my car and we took off, I said to Erika, "This is one of those houses!" She nodded in resignation. I continued, "You live a terrible life!" I was gloating and chuckling.
On our way to this car date, I informed Erika that I've had two divergent and conflicting feelings toward her since she did the date with my friend Alex almost a year and a half ago: On the one hand, I hate her guts. Our friendship ended the night she did the date with him. I informed her that my plan was to blast ten loads into her gutter pussy, then stop seeing her altogether. But then she got pregnant, and I thought it might be mine. So, I stayed on longer, and entrenched myself in her life. On the other hand, I have really enjoyed some of our time together so much that I have sincerely been interested in the possibility of having her as a girlfriend if she quits drugs and prostitution. I informed Erika that due to the gamut of how she's treated me, and the previous day's interaction, I no longer have any personal interest in her, and I hate her. I had already informed her the previous day that she has lost her privileges of food, rides, new clients, and admission into museums, and that I hereby rescind my permission for her to beat on my upper arms if she is enraged. She is not allowed to do that. BTW, I mistakenly said Milwaukee Public Museum in my latest report. I meant to say Milwaukee Art Museum.
She managed to get a ride out of me that morning. It wasn't that far, but it was a considerable way outside of Silver City, to one of her druggy tricks. My conscience felt guilty to refuse the poor, miserable wretch. But upon arriving at her destination, she refused to go into her phone and retrieve the information I was seeking, and got out while I was beckoning her to look it up quickly. I texted her later, informing her that her performance during drop-off showed me that it had been a mistake for me to give her that ride, and that it won't happen again.
She normally pays back 10 toward her debt off of the pay for each date, so out of the 60 on Saturday, she took 50, bringing her debt to me down from 54 to 44, and out of the 30 on Sunday, she took 20, bringing her debt down from 44 to 34. Normally after blow jobs, she only thanks me when I don't withhold any pay for debt repayment, but remember how I said in a recent post that when you're dealing with a bad person like Erika, it's wrong to make them feel comfortable, because they don't act nice when they feel comfortable? Well, Sunday's blow job was the first time I can ever remember, since I started loaning her money last summer, that she thanked me after I handed over 20 and knocked 10 off of her debt. See? Once she felt uncomfortable, having been just informed by me that she's now lost all of her privileges, and that I'd been lying to her the times I told her we're friends since her date with my buddy, she thanked me after I handed her the 20 and knocked 10 off her debt! It's marvelous how this works. Training a bad person is much like training a dog. Oh! That's another thing. I got pissed at her a week ago and informed her that I will not ever help her when she's dopesick again. No more loaning her money. She had called me up a few times, dopesick, asking me to send her a small amount of money, and I did each time. Well, never again.
See, I'm treating Erika better than I treat any other hooker. If any of the others refused to do whatever fucking position I tell them to, I'd drop them like a hot potato. With Erika, I use all of the favors I'm doing for her to get her to do the positions and other sexual acts she doesn't want to do. I'm not going to say what the biggest favor I've been doing for her since last year is, but it has given her first class citizen status in a major way! There are a few things that everyone is judged by, and Erika has one of those things down to where people rightfully perceive her as a first class citizen. No other south side hooker has this particular unnamed thing going on, other than Renia, who hasn't worked the street in quite a few years. If I exit Erika's life, she returns back to being a second-class citizen. I will use this to get her to do all of the positions that all of the other hookers do. LOL She can act like it's hell, and I don't care. She can beat herself in the head. The dirtball can stop seeing me if she wants. If she's seeing me, she's going to be doing every position I tell her to.
Erika has alienated Larry The Postman, Bird Mann, and now Body Shopper. She has very few options, and even fewer resources.
With the exception of the disabled, the incarcerated, and the dead, we all are right where we belong.
After dropping Erika off, I went and visited a friend, since her drop-off was around a mile from his house. It would be a shame to not see a friend when I'm that close. So, I went over there and shot the breeze with him for perhaps a half-hour. Then, I returned to Silver City and cruised.
I cruised and cruised that Sunday afternoon, but I wasn't interested in the zillions of prostitutes who abounded on those hard streets. And there were some short periods in which few were out.
By and by, to my astonishment, it finally happened! I saw Troll Mongo's notorious trademark vehicle pulling left onto the street I was on! He was going southbound, as I was facing Greenfield! I gestured and hollered, but to no avail. So, I bolted down Greenfield two blocks, hung a screeching right, ripped down to Orchard, and caught up with him one block west! He was at the stop sign. I went just passed him, then made a you-turn, then pulled up in the oncoming traffic lane and we rolled down our windows, and I introduced myself. We pulled onto a side street, as he mentioned in his report, and we chatted for perhaps a half-hour. It's nice that two celebrity journalists can get out of our cars without the paparazzi haranguing us. Or the police, for that matter! He has lived a long, rich life of adventures with prostitutes, and his stories were fascinating, as was hearing and seeing the personality I've grown to know through the written word standing before me and speaking it!
Men who aren't sloremongering don't have any life in them. Troll Mongo and I were both brimming with life and joy in every fiber of our being, because we were in our element, doing what we love to do: cruising and having sex with prostitutes! Hell yeah!
He'd had sexual contact with three women that day, one of whom was Chella! I was full of questions about that date, and he told me all about it. I'm happy that those two legends met and did their pig thing together. He just got head, but her pussy is worth it too, my friend!
I boasted to him of my activities thus far that trip. Then, with a pained, beleaguered countenance, I brought up the date Erika did one year and five months ago with my friend. Troll Mongo was familiar with that tryst, like all of you are, and he agreed that what she did was wrong and bad. It meant a lot to me that he feels that way about it.
He'd pointed out those vehicles to me that he mentioned in his report, which were parked just ahead of us. So, when he and I parted ways, I drove slowly past them, peering in each vehicle as I went. One had tinted windows, and looked occupied. I reached the stop sign, and Star called me out of the blue! You know, Boots, from the hotel date of a couple of months ago! She was very friendly at first, and I was trying to find out why she was calling, but she wasn't saying a reason. After a little bit of small talk, she got mean and said, "I'm trying to figure out why the fuck you were staring into the truck I'm sitting in. " I got excited and told her to come out, so I can see her. She curtly replied, "How much you got. " I was astonished at the badness and lack of civility in her demeanor. A far cry from the nice Star in the hotel and via messenger before and after that hotel date. I could hear her badness in her voice Sunday afternoon, and it actually scared me. Be really careful if you do a date with her! Anyway, she refused to get out of the vehicle unless I would commit to doing a date! And she denied that her reason is that it is too taxing on her body to get out. She said she just doesn't want to waste her time, or something to that effect. So, I continued cruising.
Have any of you seen the gal who has become a staple of 7th and Lincoln? I'd turned her down a couple of times over the past month or two, but this time I decided to try her out. Sunday late afternoon, she was standing there on the south-west corner, while on the sidewalk across 7th street from her, the congregants of that steeple there on 6th and Lincoln were parading around. It was hilarious that she maintained her post in the face of such pious religiosity! Ha! Her name is Rebecca. I scooped her up and put her to work. She must have taken about 15 minutes of hard labor, but I shot into her toothless mouth! I've included two pictures of her: one from the front, and one from the back, seated.
After four orgasms in two pussies and two mouths in 28 hours, I headed home.
Cruise 'til you cum.
Might is right.
Charlie Sheen is a hero.
And remember: Treason is a crime punishable by death.
Body Shopper.
