A report you will think is fiction
I know one person lists all of his writings as fiction. I want to thank him for sharing some fictional numbers with me.
So why am I going on about fiction so much you might ask. Well how many of you would believe me if I said I had a good date with a SW who had good communications, was on time and was pleasant to be with? OK so now that you have stopped laughing let me tell you a tale.
I had a few numbers and I reached out to all of them. Response was underwhelming but Krissie actually wrote a sentence in reply. We had a few text exchanges and we had a date lined up two days in the future. I reached out to her one day before our meeting and she had good things to say. Now the day of our meeting it was HOT out. So I inquired about a shower. She said she would but then asked if she could shower at my room. Ok the plan was made, times were confirmed.
Ok get ready for it folks. I show up on time and let her know I'm there. She walks out and greets me. We retire to my motel and she goes in to shower. How many times has that happened then they are in there for 30 minutes doing something you probably don't want to know about. Well surprise surprise in a couple of minutes she is out wrapped only in a towel. That came off and the fun began. I never heard the word "no" but I am so vanilla that doesn't surprise me.
Repeat? Well I tried but she was busy. However her time management skills were refreshing as she knew when she was available and when she wasn't. She even followed up with me to see if my schedule changed.
Ok who believes me? LOL.
I Just Experienced One Of The Greatest Honors Of My Life: A Date With Chevy's Mom!
All of my posts on this website are fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is entirely coincidental.
Hard chronological data:
Jen motel date BBBJ BLS BBFS CIP 50.
Tracy motel date BBBJ BBFS 30.
Michelle car date BBBJ CIM WS 30.
Chella car date BBBJ BLS CIM WS 30.
Brittany car date BBBJ 20.
Life is so great! Woremongering is a delightful and exciting activity! While procreating and raising your children is the pinnacle of existence, woremongering comes in at second place. Family activities aside, the most profitable use a man can make of his time is driving around, picking up random women and pumping off into their mouths and pussies. The convergence of automobiles and the worldwide shipping of drugs has given us the greatest, most glorious epoch in the history of mankind! A thousand years from now, 'twill look like a sliver in the timeline of humanity. We are the lucky ones! Any man who has a full soul takes advantage of this and puts as many to work as he can financially afford to! Unprotected!
I bathe in the pussyjuice, spit, snot, and blood of street prostitutes. I repent not, and I will feed your fluids to each other for the maintenance of my equilibrium. We humans are bad, and this is how I keep an edge over why'all. After all, we all try to have an edge up. Some of us are just more successful and bold than others.
I came to town Thursday and rented a motel room, then showered. I purposedly did not shower the following morning (today), so as not to interrupt the transfer of grime among successive providers.
After showering, I hit the stroll. Passed on Red, because during our last car date, she complained afterward that I made her work hard "for this little money". Crud. She further stated that she doesn't work hard! I repeated her quote back, and she confirmed! So, even though I almost got into a car wreck by craning my neck backwards, drooling over her ass as I cruised Greenfield, I exercised discipline and didn't stop.
By and by, I called up Jen. She was a 10-minute drive away from me. I drove there to the parking lot she was in, and we straightaway repaired to my motel room. We quickly did the deed: With her nose running, she sucked my clean cock while I sat in the chair. At my command, she flung herself back onto the bed on her back, and I stood in front of the side of the bed and pounded her pussy for 30-to-45 seconds of absolute paradise. Her pussy feels great! I unloaded in her with my eyes closed, in the fieriest passion. Then, we dressed as quickly as we could, and I dropped her back off.
Remember Tracy, who I did a car date with a month or so ago? I arranged a motel date with her. The thing is, with her having not even made me hard on the car date, I was, and am, only offering her car date prices for motel dates until after she's made me shoot. Then, I will apprise her that starting on the following date after that, I will pay her 50 if she makes me shoot during a suck and fuck. But this time, though she did get me hard, she again did not achieve my orgasm. Our sexual interaction occurred around 4 1/2 hours after that between Jen and me. I sat on the chair while she fellated my glorious member. Tracy sucked Jen's pussy juice, spit, and mucous off my cock. By diligently following instruction, she managed to get me to what appeared, in sitting position, to be 70% hard. Once I stood up with Tracy's twat at the edge of the bed, I realized I'm only around 60% hard. After two minutes or less of fucking, I was down to 50% hard, so I removed my cock from Tracy's pussy and had her suck it another minute or two while I sat on the chair; then I called the date and dropped her back off at home. Tracy has a tight pussy! Unfortunately, in my semi-hard state, I could not enjoy it. She lives with a trick who she met out here a decade ago, and who is 25 years her senior. He supports her in her career. How pathetic. There are a few prostitutes who I would love to have as my girlfriend IF they quit drugs and prostitution! I would NEVER take a woman as my girlfriend who is an active prostitute!
After dropping Tracy off, I straightaway repaired to Lincoln avenue and wound up experiencing one of the greatest honors of my life: a blowjob from Chevy's mom! Michelle is Chevy's birth mother! Glory be! Hallelujah! I had picked Michelle up one day in the daytime back in 2021, but didn't realize it was Chevy's mom, even though Chevy had told me her mom's name is Michelle, and that she is also a street prostitute. So, I turned Michelle down that day. So, last night, in the darkness at around 11:00, a woman standing on 8th street, east sidewalk, about 20 feet off of Lincoln, waved me down very boisterously. So, pig that I am, I hung a right on 7th street and cut through the alley. Michelle was walking toward me when I emerged on 8th street. I didn't recognize her. I asked her her name, and she said, "Michelle". I then immediately recognized her, as I have studied her on facebook, circuit court records, and the whole 9 yards, hoping to one day get to meet her again. She is 52 years old. I invited her in, not letting on that I knew anything about her. We repaired to a nearby spot, and she got to work. Michelle sucked Jen's pussyjuice, spit, and mucous, as well as Tracy's pussyjuice and spit, off of my cock. Partway through the blowjob, I sensed that she was going to quit soon without making me shoot, so I figured that if I tell her about my business with her daughter, it will have one of two possible effects: either she'll get mad and quit, or she'll be inspired to not be outshone by her daughter! The latter wound up being the effect! Hallelujah! I choked out the words, between gasps and grunts, "Your daughter is a regular provider of mine. Chevy is one of the very best. I know exactly who you are. You raised her the right way. " The blow job was very, very good from start to finish. Michelle was working hard, sucking up and down while I uttered those unclean words. She showed no reaction, but she sucked me for several more minutes until I achieved communion with the spirit world, as my issue shot out of my body and down Michelle's pig throat. Praise be! The angels sing! Another connection is made! Michelle swallowed, unlike her daughter, who can barely force herself to catch as she winces. Michelle took my big load down her gullet with finesse and ease. After swallowing, with the same jubilant smile she always has on her face, she told me that that remark caught her off guard and surprised her! I then informed her that of all of the women who have done 20 or more dates with me, Chevy is one of only two women county-wide who has never failed at making me shoot. Michelle beamed with pride. She replied that while Chevy has not taken direct tutorials, mom did, nonetheless, give Chevy verbal instruction in fellatio, in addition to general instruction about the career, during Chevy's early years out here. This was a true honor. It was so exciting finally getting a date with Chevy's mom! I paid her the 30, as agreed upon if I shoot (otherwise it would have been 20), and Michelle remarked, "Thank you for being a man of your word. " I dropped her back off on 7th, a few houses south of Lincoln avenue. Right before she shut the door, I looked her in the eyes with a big smile on my face, and said, "It was an honor. ".
Milwaukee Night Fun, I will acknowledge that I was too overbearing and absolutist in my response to your praise of Katt's outgoingness. Michelle is outgoing, and I like that trait in her. So, my round condemnation of the trait in females was inaccurate. The majority of women who are outgoing annoy me because it usually comes with troublesomeness and boorishness. But when the trait is not accompanied by bad traits, it in and of itself is fine.
I directly repaired to the motel room, chilled out in front of the t. V. For a while, then went to sleep.
I woke up today and arranged a date with Chella via phone, using the number that Blade Cruiser gave me. Picked her up, parked, and she did her thing. Chella sucked Michelle's spit, Tracy's pussyjuice and spit, and Jen's pussyjuice, spit, and mucous off my cock. Chella is a competent cocksucker. Once or twice during the blowjob, she descended and licked and sucked my balls, to loosen up the sperm so it can come out. While her techniques are average, her rhythm is excellent, and she is one of the most professional providers out there. She is dedicated to making her clients climax, and she swallows more loads than she spits out. Today's load was gulped down by her like sperm is a hot commodity. That's a good woman. I love providers who swallow my loads. I normally don't ask them to. But I always pay attention, and I care whether they do it or not. If you want a pair of warm, wet holes to shoot in, Chella is your ticket. During the blow job, I remarked to Chella, while she was sucking me, "We Johns are animated ATM machines, and you hookers are animated fleshlights". Reprobates like Chella and me don't need to play make-believe. We can be honest with each other.
A few hours later, I hit the stroll again. On 22nd street, on skid row between Greenfield and Orchard, Red was bending over with her ass faced toward the street at that retaining wall while several other people were sitting on it. I peered at her as I drove by.
Aaaone was on the south-east corner of 12th and Lincoln this afternoon, but I didn't recognize her, and she called herself Stephanie. She asked for a ride to 17th and Greenfield, and I obliged. Once in my car, she told me she's Aaaone. She asked me why I drive around all the time without picking her up. I replied that it's because my intuition tells me she would be a bad date. She replied by bragging about her supposedly great oral skill. I retorted that it is not a lack of skill that my intuition senses, but rather a propensity for doing bad things to Johns. She denied that, calmly, vying for a date. I told her that I was just drained by Chella, so am therefore in no condition to shoot again. She continued vying, but eventually gave up peacefully, and I dropped her off at that new drug house that is all the rave a block or two south of Greenfield. I'm not going to say what streets it's on, but it's probably equal to 17th or 18th street.
By and by, I found Brittany, the petite brunette. She failed at making me shoot, so she's 2 for 3 now, and the previous date resulted in an orgasm in which she fought, trying not to carry me through, while I used her facehole like a fleshlight. This time, she had amazing, beautiful techniques, like always. Got me nice and hard. Brittany sucked Chella's spit, Michelle's spit, Tracy's pussyjuice and spit, and Jen's pussyjuice, spit, and mucous off my cock. But in probably 12 to 15 minutes of work, she kept shifting her body every few seconds. I admonished her repeatedly not to, but I guess she wanted 20 instead of 30 this time. Oh, well. If a woman possessed Brittany's wonderful techniques and Chella's rhythm and professional determination, she would be a great provider, indeed. I told Brittany that I will wait a couple of months to pick her up again, unless she wants to do it with an agreement of 30 if I shoot, 10 if I don't, in which case I'd pick her up next time I'm in town, if I see her. She said yes. We'll see.
Providence has forged a beautiful road for the bold.
Cops need their dick sucked, too.
Prostitutes are the hyenas of the urban jungle.
A human being is a pig, and should be treated as such.
Cheaters are great people.
The more sexual partners you have in your lifetime, the more winning you are at life.
A person who lacks the agency to maintain a long-term phone number deserves to have sperm squirted all over her face.
Kassie drinks 6 loads and takes 4 loads in her pussy each day.
Renia lies on her back with her legs spread and makes money.
Krissie's odious work entails taking six loads in her mouth and four in her pussy each day.
Jill has a tight, wet pussy that can squeeze a load out of any cock.
Erika has a tight, wet pussy, and when she clamps it down, you will shoot, guaranteed.
Jessi's pussy feels so great that if a man experiences it once, he can never forget it.
And paradise is Red sitting on my lap, divesting me of my seed.
Body Shopper.
Repudiation Of Drug Glorification
A year ago, when my (then) main provider became visibly pregnant, I stopped glorifying the drug part of The Circle Of Life. I would gladly have a world in which babies weren't born addicted to drugs, and in some cases suffering from mental and physical defects due to the toxins, but in which sex costs several times more than it does now. Last summer, I repudiated my philosophy on that part of The Circle. Having the result of drugs hit me in the face like that made me realize the error of my thinking.