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[QUOTE=DrewPark;2446550]Is it Mardi Gras? [ATTACH=CONFIG]375833[/ATTACH][ATTACH=CONFIG]375834[/ATTACH].[/QUOTE]I was wondering the same thing.

[URL]http://jacksonville.backpage.com/FemaleEscorts/snuggle-spa-this-ad-was-posted-to-advertise-a-business-not-escorts/7263638[/URL]

Snuggle Spa. No inappropriate touching?? Yeah right. One of them looks like she'll cut you instead of snuggle you. This girl has no idea of my activities on this site. Should I text her and say I want to snuggle?

[QUOTE=New2Jax;2444139]Or are more and more girls trying to ask for $120 for 1/2 hr? Seems there is an effort to add a Jackson these days for 30 min.[/QUOTE]Plus the cost of chemicals has gone up. Cancer sticks is Sin Taxed and gas prices is on the rise again which affects the notels. All this domino affect is part of the ever changing economy that we experience. Milk is gettin to be the price of a six pack, so I now I have to pour soy milk in my cereal for breakfast so I can enjoy hops for dinner.

Or that extra 20 is just to purchase extra dub from their DBs. Who knows.

-PB.

[QUOTE=BobbSledd;2446556]I've seen contracts at many a "spa" which offered extras, and I've also seen my share of "No Solicitation" signs in AMPs and rub-and-tugs. You never really know, which is the main reason I asked. Stay Safe![/QUOTE][URL]http://www.news4jax.com/news/the-snuggle-spa/32450734[/URL]

[QUOTE=PoniBoi;2446469]I don't even know where to begin w / this fable and I had to recollect and organize my thoughts to ensure that this saga is as verbatim as I remembered it to be. Because the length of this fairy-tale, I am breaking it down to three post, w / this one being the first.

After plenty more dreams in the land of the Texans (where Codie and Sabine resided), callously throwing away presidents for decadence, I travelled further west to the land of the Spurs and explored even more dreams and talents. I had officially transferred residence and moved locale to "Alamo" city. This metropolis isn't too far from my hometown and I was very familiar w / the area having had vast amount of nostalgia of revelry, carousing and mischief back in my younger-years. I was finally back and back for more dissoluteness. Senoritas, tequilas, and all the "spicey" tacos that one can indulge in could be easily discovered in my old stomping ground. I was home.

This lengthy mongering saga was pretty interesting and surreal for me. This may have been contributed to the Turp I was consistently consuming. There was a time where my personal direction was off and didn't know exactly what road in life I was travelling on. I was a vagrant bouncing around different notels, eating fast food stayin up all night, drinkin, sleepin in, etc. I was spoiled by room service. It mirrored the life of Leaving Las Vegas w / Nick Cage and Eliza Shue. Two people w / no care in the world. I was Cage the "alkie" throwing back Texas Turp (Turpentine) commonly referred to as tequila. My partner was Ms Shue, the "kitty-slinger" who was making her earning horizontally servicing the Mongers who beckoned her pleasantries.

Passion (stage and street name) was a Tex-Mex SWan I happened to run into one fortunate day. How this anecdote unfolded was when I was entering Lone Star's famous grocery chain; we caught each other's eye. Nothing unusual, just a brisk passing that caused a jolt between two individuals. I was going in & she was exiting. After paying for and grabbing my bag of goodies, I exited out to my land cruiser. Trotting off, I noticed this Texas tart loitering around the front of the store. We made eye contact again and she signaled me over. Stopped and she nonchalantly hopped in like I was picking up an old chum (practically damn near. Learn why in the following sagas). As we were galloping around in the land cruiser we got a little acquainted and we immediately knew what our encounter was destined. Ms Passion initiated LEO checks and allowed view of the primped kitty for proof- She was open for business. Being an ex-stripper out one of SA's many exotic establishments, she occasionally opted to becoming a SWan because of the flexible hours.

Knowing that I didn't want to wage full price for a temp dwelling, she had suggested a 60 minute notel that she knew of. Galloped over, arrived w / anticipation, handed admission, received key. Outside the beating heat and inside the cooled room, we laid down and took our nap. It was an inspirational room because it was mirrored on 3 walls as well as the ceiling; constructed for those wanting a little elation during their stay. It definitely highly accentuated the ambience of our fantasy.

While we were asleep, she started servicing the little guy, which she adeptly slobbed and bobbed on. After a lengthy time singing on the mic, she grabbed a raincoat and garbed Jr; positioned for the piercing. First in the normal mish in which she spread-eagled knees bent for a perfect entry. Hammering away while she moaned in her ecstasy, I was looking at the mirrors entranced at the various perspective of action. I was the actor and the audience yielding the perfect action for myself and my co-star. Flipped for further fornication and I was again looking at a tantalizing view of us in the mirror. She's face down- azz up and I'm slamming from behind. Kitty first then the balloon knot which she made no protest when I slid in. Being really tight and no slick substance, I had to salivate palm and apply accordingly- Good enough for the going. Experiencing the grip of both of her tacos finally pushed me over edge and ended w / me throwing off cover so Jr can fire off rounds in her oral cavity. Aim was a little off, because some didn't hit target, but I did "save face" on my short-cumming. Mission was accomplished and all this dreaming I was able to view from different angles thanks to the ornated reflections on the walls. Awesome views!

After waking up from our dream, we threw on garment and did more acquainting. For some reason subject of being partners somehow came up and I'm not talking just physically. But we left that for ponder. We went over time on the notel hour, but I guess front desk didn't mind. Gave him two high-5 for any troubles. We galloped away to obtain sustenance and reenergize before dropping Ms. Passion off at her permanent dwelling. I trotted off to get some Texas Turp and relax at my more refined room. Imbibing myself to oblivion.

*Will continue in next post: Poni Boi Saga w / Passion: Act II, Our Arrangement-.

Be Safe Happy Mongering.

-PB.[/QUOTE]Originally attempted to upload these two snaps Passion w / the others, but for some reason they didn't upload. May have been because of overload of bytes. But here they are.

BSHM.

-PB.

This fairy-tale is a continuing saga w / Ms. Passion that could have occurred. Don't believe everything that you read. It may or may not be true.

After my original encountering dream, I gave Ms. Passion a shout because I wanted seconds of what I've had w / her previously. Since the first engagement was exquisite, I wasn't really in the mood to chance other dreams and desired a fantasy that was unswerving. After correspondence, I picked her up and took her back to my temp abode. Fantasy went w / out a hitch and it was just as good as before, if not better. But this fable isn't about our copulation.

THE ARRANGEMENT: The topic of being partners was somehow brought up again and we both were lobbing the idea of offering dreams for greens to generous gents. Why the hell not, right!? Upon settlement, we decided to open shop that evening. Ms. Passion and I were now under covenant where I coined our dwelling and safeguard her well-being so she could sling kitty and earn flowers under my watchful eye. She reciprocate the partnership by allowing unhindered access to decadent dreams. When Jr needed relief, she was very happy to oblige appreciatively conceding an open menu. She satiated my monger monster and kept me company during my time of irresolute and frequent imbibing.

I DO want to accentuate that I was NOT her handler; at least we both didn't see it that way. Unlike a handler, I didn't care if she kept her remunerations and never really mandated allocation. I've made plenty of greenbacks throughout my career and wasn't really in need of lettuce she grew; maybe periodically help coin our dwelling or treat for nourishment. Overtime, she had ample lettuce for the Boom Boom Room and other necessities.

THE CAMPAIGN: That evening we commenced to beget sexy snaps and prepping for advert on the BP's Monger Menu- We would cast and wait for fish to bite, which didn't take long before the first hook. Our excursion was off and running. As big as Alamo City was, business befell rather rapidly. In the beginning, there was a mixture of apprehension, elation, and uncertainty. Ms. Passion and I were rookies at this and we had meticulously connived any conceivable scenarios prior to game time.

Along w / being sentinel, I would frequently fabricate her adverts and publish them on BP. On occasions, I would answer her digital messages from unknowing mongers desiring a dream while she was busy adorning. Correspondence from some of these mongers were pretty interesting because of their craves and covets. Some Mongers were questionable and a few were straight out freaks whose interest involved urination and defecation. Sickos!! Delete.

As mentioned, I would be her personal sentry so she was able to safely conduct business knowing that the cavalry was not afar in the event of any pugnacity. Staying w / in arms-length of the dwelling, I was usually stationed in the parking lot perched in my tinted land cruiser. At various times, I'the preoccupy myself elsewhere if we sensed our guest was placid because being perched often gets monotonous. Luckily an entertainment device was installed in the land cruiser and was able to watch DVD's. Leaving post was a rarity, because the nature of the game kept me from being adrift from watch too often.

When BP commerce was slow we would scout for potential clients, mainly at quick-food eateries. From our seating, Ms. Passion and I would assiduously select who appeared in need of some horizontal refreshments. After target / s was charily chosen, I would approach and introduce myself (Passion would be static and doesn't join). Under discretion, I would delineate our gig and throw the sales pitch at them. Unsurprisingly they would be taken back in awe and unsure of an immediate response. But often they would be a hungry fish and bite the hooked worm; time to reel 'them in. To validate that we were factual, I would signal Passion and she would flash them goods. Another sales pitch is to have them gander under the table across the way and she would give view of some pink. Prior to sealing the deal, I would explicate parameters which included no chemical use or any other drama during engagement. A jacket must be worn during the main event w / her ruling of allowing any Greek trips. I was upfront and blunt when I advised of my close proximity to preserve the peace and watch for anything unfavorable, but would not interrupt the dream w / Ms. Passion. Realizing that our offer was legit and agreement came to terms, we parted ways. Prepped and waited for our guest's arrival.

After a while it became fairly easy to select prospects who were in need of some discrete attention. Ms. Passion and I offered dreams to such lucky souls such as college monger, business mongers, truck-driving mongers and even traveling mongers passing through. We once reeled in a couple construction workers who dwelled in the same edifice, but one floor down. They frequented the "golden arches" eatery where we usually lingered at and were able to study them pretty well before our pitch. Because of their extended stay in the area and some time to play, they often placed their order w / me and I would pass their request on to Passion. She would get ready for their dreams. Built a guarded trust w / these construction mongers and I was known to them as the "taco stand". They were harmless, beer-pounding, flower-donating blokes who like to close the night being tucked in bed by Ms. Passion before they had to get up early for work the next AM.

Our favorite was the forlorn business type monger trekking via air and wanting a little attention upon arrival to SA. They're usually comprised of plethora of presidents and don't mind squandering for a succulent dream w / Passion. Many of these traveling mongers originate from respectable backgrounds and seek recreation during their time away.

UNSAVORY MONGERS: Despite all this attainment, there had been a time or two where I had to come to her salvage, because some Monger would break rules or pilfer donation. Most times my arrival and my pseudo-aggression would make an unruly monger want to egress the situation. Quite a few came from respectable backgrounds and didn't want to be caught in a position they would regret later.

UNSAVORY DELIVERIES: Delivering dreams wasn't a favorite due to having to gallop in congestion, having to seek surreptitious / suspicious locales, or simply not knowing what may occur upon arrival. Outtakes was something we both dreaded and often refrain from breaking the safety zone, unless screening was thorough and it was a favorable locale. Sometimes what was being offered for compensation was too tempting to pass up. But the most part, delivery was kept to minimum.

THE SUCCESS: Our hustle yielded plenty of greenbacks and harvested enough to be able to coin the Boom Boom Room and the respite room where we both hung out during intermission or close of business. At cessation we would both shower and freshen up and do our own thing which would either be dining out, eating in, and / or just f**k. I would imbibe my poison and she would fire up hers as a victory fete. This was arrangement was a wet-dream of any warm-blooded monger and I was in a complete state of exultation during this surreal period. It was a pretty sweet deal. Lady Luck had blessed us and we were fortunate that no mishaps had led to dealing w / SA's Uncle and spending time at the Grey Bar Hotel. Keeping a low key, transferring locale, adjusting tactics, and screening contributed to having to take a mandatory vacation.

*Will Continue Next Post: Poni Boi Saga w / Passion: Act III, Our Revelation Our Fun.

* The attached snaps were some of the ones used for advert.

Be Safe Happy Mongering.

-PB.

[QUOTE=PoniBoi;2448378]This fairy-tale is a continuing saga w / Ms. Passion that could have occurred. Don't believe everything that you read. It may or may not be true.

After my original encountering dream, I gave Ms. Passion a shout because I wanted seconds of what I've had w / her previously. Since the first engagement was exquisite, I wasn't really in the mood to chance other dreams and desired a fantasy that was unswerving. After correspondence, I picked her up and took her back to my temp abode. Fantasy went w / out a hitch and it was just as good as before, if not better. But this fable isn't about our copulation.

THE ARRANGEMENT: The topic of being partners was somehow brought up again and we both were lobbing the idea of offering dreams for greens to generous gents. Why the hell not, right!? Upon settlement, we decided to open shop that evening. Ms. Passion and I were now under covenant where I coined our dwelling and safeguard her well-being so she could sling kitty and earn flowers under my watchful eye. She reciprocate the partnership by allowing unhindered access to decadent dreams. When Jr needed relief, she was very happy to oblige appreciatively conceding an open menu. She satiated my monger monster and kept me company during my time of irresolute and frequent imbibing.

I DO want to accentuate that I was NOT her handler; at least we both didn't see it that way. Unlike a handler, I didn't care if she kept her remunerations and never really mandated allocation. I've made plenty of greenbacks throughout my career and wasn't really in need of lettuce she grew; maybe periodically help coin our dwelling or treat for nourishment. Overtime, she had ample lettuce for the Boom Boom Room and other necessities.

THE CAMPAIGN: That evening we commenced to beget sexy snaps and prepping for advert on the BP's Monger Menu- We would cast and wait for fish to bite, which didn't take long before the first hook. Our excursion was off and running. As big as Alamo City was, business befell rather rapidly. In the beginning, there was a mixture of apprehension, elation, and uncertainty. Ms. Passion and I were rookies at this and we had meticulously connived any conceivable scenarios prior to game time.

Along w / being sentinel, I would frequently fabricate her adverts and publish them on BP. On occasions, I would answer her digital messages from unknowing mongers desiring a dream while she was busy adorning. Correspondence from some of these mongers were pretty interesting because of their craves and covets. Some Mongers were questionable and a few were straight out freaks whose interest involved urination and defecation. Sickos!! Delete.

As mentioned, I would be her personal sentry so she was able to safely conduct business knowing that the cavalry was not afar in the event of any pugnacity. Staying w / in arms-length of the dwelling, I was usually stationed in the parking lot perched in my tinted land cruiser. At various times, I'the preoccupy myself elsewhere if we sensed our guest was placid because being perched often gets monotonous. Luckily an entertainment device was installed in the land cruiser and was able to watch DVD's. Leaving post was a rarity, because the nature of the game kept me from being adrift from watch too often.

When BP commerce was slow we would scout for potential clients, mainly at quick-food eateries. From our seating, Ms. Passion and I would assiduously select who appeared in need of some horizontal refreshments. After target / s was charily chosen, I would approach and introduce myself (Passion would be static and doesn't join). Under discretion, I would delineate our gig and throw the sales pitch at them. Unsurprisingly they would be taken back in awe and unsure of an immediate response. But often they would be a hungry fish and bite the hooked worm; time to reel 'them in. To validate that we were factual, I would signal Passion and she would flash them goods. Another sales pitch is to have them gander under the table across the way and she would give view of some pink. Prior to sealing the deal, I would explicate parameters which included no chemical use or any other drama during engagement. A jacket must be worn during the main event w / her ruling of allowing any Greek trips. I was upfront and blunt when I advised of my close proximity to preserve the peace and watch for anything unfavorable, but would not interrupt the dream w / Ms. Passion. Realizing that our offer was legit and agreement came to terms, we parted ways. Prepped and waited for our guest's arrival.

After a while it became fairly easy to select prospects who were in need of some discrete attention. Ms. Passion and I offered dreams to such lucky souls such as college monger, business mongers, truck-driving mongers and even traveling mongers passing through. We once reeled in a couple construction workers who dwelled in the same edifice, but one floor down. They frequented the "golden arches" eatery where we usually lingered at and were able to study them pretty well before our pitch. Because of their extended stay in the area and some time to play, they often placed their order w / me and I would pass their request on to Passion. She would get ready for their dreams. Built a guarded trust w / these construction mongers and I was known to them as the "taco stand". They were harmless, beer-pounding, flower-donating blokes who like to close the night being tucked in bed by Ms. Passion before they had to get up early for work the next AM.

Our favorite was the forlorn business type monger trekking via air and wanting a little attention upon arrival to SA. They're usually comprised of plethora of presidents and don't mind squandering for a succulent dream w / Passion. Many of these traveling mongers originate from respectable backgrounds and seek recreation during their time away.

UNSAVORY MONGERS: Despite all this attainment, there had been a time or two where I had to come to her salvage, because some Monger would break rules or pilfer donation. Most times my arrival and my pseudo-aggression would make an unruly monger want to egress the situation. Quite a few came from respectable backgrounds and didn't want to be caught in a position they would regret later.

UNSAVORY DELIVERIES: Delivering dreams wasn't a favorite due to having to gallop in congestion, having to seek surreptitious / suspicious locales, or simply not knowing what may occur upon arrival. Outtakes was something we both dreaded and often refrain from breaking the safety zone, unless screening was thorough and it was a favorable locale. Sometimes what was being offered for compensation was too tempting to pass up. But the most part, delivery was kept to minimum.

THE SUCCESS: Our hustle yielded plenty of greenbacks and harvested enough to be able to coin the Boom Boom Room and the respite room where we both hung out during intermission or close of business. At cessation we would both shower and freshen up and do our own thing which would either be dining out, eating in, and / or just f**k. I would imbibe my poison and she would fire up hers as a victory fete. This was arrangement was a wet-dream of any warm-blooded monger and I was in a complete state of exultation during this surreal period. It was a pretty sweet deal. Lady Luck had blessed us and we were fortunate that no mishaps had led to dealing w / SA's Uncle and spending time at the Grey Bar Hotel. Keeping a low key, transferring locale, adjusting tactics, and screening contributed to having to take a mandatory vacation.

*Will Continue Next Post: Poni Boi Saga w / Passion: Act III, Our Revelation Our Fun.

* The attached snaps were some of the ones used for advert.

Be Safe Happy Mongering.

-PB.[/QUOTE]PB,

I like most on this Forum stand in awe of your prowess and adventures. WOW. They keep getting better and better. You are The Man!! Now, if you'd set up a play party with your best lady friends, the rest of us could get some bucket list items signed off, knowing they are all PB approved!!

I appreciate your comments. It makes me all warm and tingly inside and I makes me want to prance around in open green meadows w / chirping birds, fluttering butterflies, and colorful pretty flowers all about when I'm given good remarks. Lmao J / K.

I actually take pleasure in posting my fibs online about my past sexploits. Like many other Mongers, we have our quests and conquests, our trials and tribulations, our victories and disappointments. Being able to express through my posts of what I did or didn't experience sort of relieves me of some positive anxiety. To me, it's almost therapeutic. It's like you have this big secret that you want to share, but you don't want to just tell anyone. You want to share it w / the right person or people. I don't know how to really explain it. It's not like it's a topic that can be discussed at the dinner table or gossip about it by the water fountain during break at work. I have had great dreams and want to write about it to put it out there for others to enjoy.

As for your comment about an all-out F**k Fest, that's food for thought. But we both know that something like that would take some serious planning and positive participation on both parties (Mongers and Providers). Trying to emphasize punctuality, work out limits, or getting some to be somewhat sober and coherent would be some impediments that need to be overcome.

I've corresponded w / one of Jax's legend (AL) about a possible tag-team / G-Bang. I asked her after I've read a couple posts about this idea. Her reply was: "Hell No! I've got more class than that". I nearly fell off the chair. So I guess she's out, LOL.

Mike had PMed me and entertained opening a brothel. Nice goal!- If the law would just lay off. Besides the BS law of slinging-kitty being illegal in the 49 out of 50 states, there are other obstacles that have to be hurdled. Trying to service the right respectful clientele as well as employing right reliable providers would be a challenge. If the US would just mirror the law in Europe when it comes to slinging-kitty, our world would turn a little better. Europe is taking advantage of the oldest profession and, as a whole everybody, profits and / or benefits: The government, The Client, The Provider, Their society. Uncle can then give chase to real criminals and these "Holier-Than-Thou" righteous conservatives can pay and play as well.

The closest thing, I've done to anything even remotely similar to having bros w / hos, was during one of our fiestas, honoring a good friend whose birthday we were celebrating. We REALLY had a reason to revel once we had found out previously that he was wet behind the ears and he's never dipped the stick. He was shy w / the ladies and was always embarrassed about the topic. Realizing that we had a friend in need, we grasped the fact that this was a matter to be taking seriously. Our friend was going to get his for his be-day. And we all decided, that was that.

My buddy and I was the one tasked to come up w / entertainment, so we strolled the local gentlemen joints looking for possible "cherry-poppers". BP was non-existent at the time, otherwise we would have shopped online like I do now and save us the footwork. Time was on our side, so were able to opt wisely in our pickings.

The day of the big event went w / out a hitch and our VIP be-day Boy had become a man. The only person who got lucky that night was our virgin honoree when the rest of us chipped in flowers for his big bash present. Just imagine Kyle (DJ Qualls) off the movie "Road Trip" when he got his at that all exclusive AA Frat House. It was the same sh*t-eating grin when he and his "cherry-popper" strolled downstairs.

Our sexy guest entertainer only agreed to bless the VIP. That's cool, we all still had fun. Her and her BF / Handler stayed a while to join in our celebration. It was a day that will be surely be engrained in our friend and a day of infamy for all those who were present. Fun times.

In closing, I want to state: Don't believe everything you read. It may or may not be true.

BSHM.

-PB.

Oh BTW!, if you're going to use snaps of my Jr to lure kitties and you succeed, you know I'm entitled to any royalties, right? That means, I get first dibs on dipping the stick on any lovelies you may draw in. Otherwise that's copy right infringement and would be against Mongering rules which I don't take too kindly too. Repeat offenses and I'm going to have to "Unfriend" you and report you to Admin.

LOL, Just kidding. If you want to use snaps of my wee Willie to impress your lovely ladies go ahead. No worries. It's just you're astounding them w / a Tootsie Roll instead of a summer sausage like Pipelayer's or someone more gifted.

What providers are cool with mongers gong Bare? It would good to know before asking and getting hung up on LOL, and yes I'm aware of the risks!

[QUOTE=DrewPark;2446621][URL]http://www.news4jax.com/news/the-snuggle-spa/32450734[/URL][/QUOTE]That is def my ex that's running the business. She's a crazy but she's all about that money tho. Might be or it might not be legitimate.

[QUOTE=WiltChamberlin;2449618]What providers are cool with mongers gong Bare? It would good to know before asking and getting hung up on LOL, and yes I'm aware of the risks![/QUOTE]Wait, I read your book. Why are you looking for girls here or BP? LMAO. Welcome to the Hobby.

[QUOTE=WiltChamberlin;2449618]What providers are cool with mongers gong Bare? It would good to know before asking and getting hung up on LOL, and yes I'm aware of the risks![/QUOTE]Check the streetwalker section.

[QUOTE=PoniBoi;2449176]I appreciate your comments. It makes me all warm and tingly inside and I makes me want to prance around in open green meadows w / chirping birds, fluttering butterflies, and colorful pretty flowers all about when I'm given good remarks. Lmao J / K.

I actually take pleasure in posting my fibs online about my past sexploits. Like many other Mongers, we have our quests and conquests, our trials and tribulations, our victories and disappointments. Being able to express through my posts of what I did or didn't experience sort of relieves me of some positive anxiety. To me, it's almost therapeutic. It's like you have this big secret that you want to share, but you don't want to just tell anyone. You want to share it w / the right person or people. I don't know how to really explain it. It's not like it's a topic that can be discussed at the dinner table or gossip about it by the water fountain during break at work. I have had great dreams and want to write about it to put it out there for others to enjoy.

As for your comment about an all-out F**k Fest, that's food for thought. But we both know that something like that would take some serious planning and positive participation on both parties (Mongers and Providers). Trying to emphasize punctuality, work out limits, or getting some to be somewhat sober and coherent would be some impediments that need to be overcome.

I've corresponded w / one of Jax's legend (AL) about a possible tag-team / G-Bang. I asked her after I've read a couple posts about this idea. Her reply was: "Hell No! I've got more class than that". I nearly fell off the chair. So I guess she's out, LOL.

Mike had PMed me and entertained opening a brothel. Nice goal!- If the law would just lay off. Besides the BS law of slinging-kitty being illegal in the 49 out of 50 states, there are other obstacles that have to be hurdled. Trying to service the right respectful clientele as well as employing right reliable providers would be a challenge. If the US would just mirror the law in Europe when it comes to slinging-kitty, our world would turn a little better. Europe is taking advantage of the oldest profession and, as a whole everybody, profits and / or benefits: The government, The Client, The Provider, Their society. Uncle can then give chase to real criminals and these "Holier-Than-Thou" righteous conservatives can pay and play as well.

The closest thing, I've done to anything even remotely similar to having bros w / hos, was during one of our fiestas, honoring a good friend whose birthday we were celebrating. We REALLY had a reason to revel once we had found out previously that he was wet behind the ears and he's never dipped the stick. He was shy w / the ladies and was always embarrassed about the topic. Realizing that we had a friend in need, we grasped the fact that this was a matter to be taking seriously. Our friend was going to get his for his be-day. And we all decided, that was that.

My buddy and I was the one tasked to come up w / entertainment, so we strolled the local gentlemen joints looking for possible "cherry-poppers". BP was non-existent at the time, otherwise we would have shopped online like I do now and save us the footwork. Time was on our side, so were able to opt wisely in our pickings.

The day of the big event went w / out a hitch and our VIP be-day Boy had become a man. The only person who got lucky that night was our virgin honoree when the rest of us chipped in flowers for his big bash present. Just imagine Kyle (DJ Qualls) off the movie "Road Trip" when he got his at that all exclusive AA Frat House. It was the same sh*t-eating grin when he and his "cherry-popper" strolled downstairs.

Our sexy guest entertainer only agreed to bless the VIP. That's cool, we all still had fun. Her and her BF / Handler stayed a while to join in our celebration. It was a day that will be surely be engrained in our friend and a day of infamy for all those who were present. Fun times.

In closing, I want to state: Don't believe everything you read. It may or may not be true.

BSHM.

-PB.

Oh BTW!, if you're going to use snaps of my Jr to lure kitties and you succeed, you know I'm entitled to any royalties, right? That means, I get first dibs on dipping the stick on any lovelies you may draw in. Otherwise that's copy right infringement and would be against Mongering rules which I don't take too kindly too. Repeat offenses and I'm going to have to "Unfriend" you and report you to Admin.

LOL, Just kidding. If you want to use snaps of my wee Willie to impress your lovely ladies go ahead. No worries. It's just you're astounding them w / a Tootsie Roll instead of a summer sausage like Pipelayer's or someone more gifted.[/QUOTE]LMAO, you really made my day!! Seriously, you ought to write a book, with pictures of course! For the Monger record, was kidding you earlier, I only use pix of my own Willie, otherwise the first words out of her mouth when she saw me in person would be, OMG, you've grown so BIG! LMAO; o).

[QUOTE=GravyRice123;2449752]That is def my ex that's running the business. She's a crazy but she's all about that money tho. Might be or it might not be legitimate.[/QUOTE]Really? Your ex? So find our for sure and report back. Let us know the secret code words to use.

Will be in the area in June, meeting an online chick for some fun, any notel cheap places. Hourly or something like that? Otherwise maybe motel 6 or budget inn. Thanks.