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[QUOTE=MITransplant;2533518]Would this sexy Milford happen to have a scar above her left breast? If so, then I have dreamt of her a few times.[/QUOTE]Sorry gentlemen as of here and now I have retired please do not contact me through phone calls text messages or emails I will no longer be working this website or any other website I'm in a relationship and from now on I would really appreciate it if nobody contacted me.
Yes, I know, Pierson is WAY out of the geographic area of Daytona, but this girl deserves being recognized. Her name is not for public consumption here, but her story is. She has never worked the streets (so she says) and has always managed to find a SD or two to keep her secure until recently. She's a tall glass of water with long, light brown hair and hazel eyes. She has a standard frame and average curves. What makes her worth the trip is her personality, attitude and desire to be submissive to reasonable demands. (Ask her to be your "dirty girl" and she will comply enthusiastically!) The perfect situation for her would be a steady kind of thing, but right now she's desperate because her most-recent SD of more than a year left her high & dry with no reserves. She is about to be evicted and has no place to go. As for P4 P, that would need to be discussed between you and her. (I would suggest that any bottom-dwellers avoid contacting her because all you will do is piss her off! She is not a Ham or Jack kind of girl. All I promised her was that I would do my best to help her out. She does not know about the brotherhood, all she knows is that I have buddies I trade provider-intel with, so let's keep it that way, shall we?
All and any interested parties are welcome to PM me for more details.
SO-8.
Those of you who know me, know that while I provide intel on my recon-missions through the loop, I rarely partake in any offerings due to the lack of quality talent found in that part of town. Such was not the case very recently. While on my way to grabbing a cup-o-joe early one morning this week, I saw what appeared to be a statuesque sun-kissed honey-blonde with shoulder-length hair attempting to make her way west on Beresford. I quickly made a uie and stopped by to see if she needed a ride. Naturally she did. Not only was she NOT from the surrounding area, she looked like she wasn't from the Deland area! Her clothes were a designer camisole white top which nicely displayed her bolt-on D-cuppers, and CK designer jeans that firmly accentuated her amazing legs and ass. Even her sandals looked like they were out of a REAL department store, not Payless or Walmart. She had an infectious smile, tantalizing green or blue eyes (I could not tell for sure, it was still dark) and an even better personality.
The more we talked, the more I liked the company. We flirted heavily, topped off by her reaching over to see if I was packing. She must have liked the size of the gun barrel because it was a while before she lifted her hand from junior's holster. She smiled even more coyly and asked if I wanted to "go somewhere". By that time I was already headed in that direction. If you get my drift. On the way, she asked me if I could help her out of a jam. (I knew it! Here it comes, damn it!) I said that all depended on what she had in mind. I went on to say "I don't make a habit of picking up the girls that work this part of town because of how out of control their lives are. The vast majority of them are skanks and don't take care of themselves, so why would I want to come anywhere near them? But you didn't strike me as a working girl, just someone who was lost, or dumped by her two-timing, drug-induced boyfriend who went out with some dude to cop a deal of some kind and now you have no way to get home. If that meant I could be more than just a good Samaritan this morning, then all the better!" She told me she wasn't pure as the wind-driven snow, but she also was not "one of those girls" and went on to say she was a girl who loved to party, but only did it rarely so she could maintain her "real-life" lifestyle. She continued by saying she held a regular job and had her own place but "once every now and then I go on a binge and spend the whole weekend partying! But when the sun comes up on Monday morning, it's back to the old 9-5 grind. " I then asked "what does all this mean for me? Do you need a ride? Do you want me to take you home? What?" She then reached again and said: "Look, I've got plenty of money in my account, but I can't get to it until Monday when I am back home and can get my purse. I know how to deal with my demons and this is how I do it. I just need to party until this afternoon, then I am done. I need 40 right now. I promise to make it worth your while. " My response was" "Tell ya what. Here's a Jack, if you take care of things as only a loving GF would do, I will provide you another jack for a tip. Fair enough?" Her response was to drop her camisole so as to let the girls out to breath and for my hands to play. I found one of my secluded spots, and she went to work. She was amazing. Nice, slow, wet strokes, then faster ones, then she licked the head and back to engulfing the entire head, and then back to licking from the ball-sack all the way up the shaft and down the other side. She teased me twice as she felt the pressure mount. From feverishly fast to very slow and super-wet strokes, all the while holding my balls in her hand and ever-so gently tugging at them. Finally, she went down all the way on DT action to finish off the BBBJWS. It wasn't until I begged for mercy that she relented, picked her head up and smiled along with saying: "Good to the last drop!" OMG! I think I'm in love! We talked at length on the way back to the general area I found her in. She said she would not give me her digits but would take mine and only call me on my terms. I told her I wanted to see her again, and often. Not in the fashion we met, but rather, a part-time GF sort of arrangement. I would love to wine and dine you along with helping you out with some of your monthly needs. In exchange for my generosity, I expect you to be my SB. She loved the sound of that, and said she would be calling me this week for sure.
Perhaps it was all a dream, perhaps not, but one thing for sure, it really was "Good to the last drop!
Those of you who know me, know that while I provide intel on my recon-missions through the loop, I rarely partake in any offerings due to the lack of quality talent found in that part of Deland. Such was not the case very recently.
While on my way to grabbing a cup-o-joe early one morning this week, I saw what appeared to be a statuesque sun-kissed honey-blonde with shoulder-length hair attempting to make her way west on Beresford. I quickly made a uie and stopped by to see if she needed a ride. Naturally she did. Not only was she NOT from the surrounding area, she looked like she wasn't from the Deland area period! Her clothes were a designer camisole white top which nicely displayed her bolt-on dee-cuppers, and CK designer jeans that firmly accentuated her amazing legs and ass. Even her sandals looked like they were out of a REAL department store, not Payless or Walmart. She had an infectious smile, tantalizing green or blue eyes (I could not tell for sure, it was still dark) a washboard tummy and an even better personality. The more we talked, the more I liked the company. We flirted heavily, topped off by her reaching over to see if I was packing. She must have liked the size of the gun barrel because it was a while before she lifted her hand from junior's holster. She smiled even more coyly and then asked if I wanted to "go somewhere". By the time she asked, I was already headed in that direction. If you get my drift. On the way, she asked me if I could help her out of a jam. (I knew it! Here it comes, damn it!) I said that all depended on what she had in mind. I went on to say "I don't make a habit of picking up the girls that work this part of town because of how out of control their lives are. The vast majority of them are skanks and don't take care of themselves, so why would I want to come anywhere near them, right? But you didn't strike me as a working girl, just someone who was lost, or dumped by her two-timing, drug-induced boyfriend who went out with some dude to cop a deal of some kind and now you have no way to get home. If that means I could be more than just a good Samaritan this morning, then all the better!" She told me she wasn't pure as the wind-driven snow, but she also was not "one of those girls" and went on to say she was a girl who loved to party, but only did it rarely so she could maintain her "real-life". She continued by saying she held a regular job and had her own place but "once every now and then I go on a binge and spend the whole weekend partying! But when the sun comes up on Monday morning, it's back to the old 9-5 grind. " I then asked "what does all this mean for me? Do you need a ride? Do you want me to take you home? What?" She then reached again and said: "Look, I've got plenty of money in my account, but I can't get to it until Monday when I am back home and can get my purse. I know how to deal with my demons and this is how I do it. I just need to party until this afternoon, then I am done. I need 40 right now. I promise to make it worth your while. " My response was" "Tell ya what. Here's a Jack, if you take care of things as only a loving GF would do, I will provide you another jack for a tip. Fair enough?" Her response was to drop her camisole so as to let the girls out to breath and for my hands to play with them. I found one of my secluded spots, and she went to work. She was amazing. Nice, slow, wet strokes, then faster ones, then she licked the head and back to engulfing the entire head. Back to licking from the ball-sack all the way up the shaft and down the other side. She teased me twice as she felt the pressure mount. From feverishly fast to very slow and super-wet strokes, all the while holding my balls in her hand and ever-so gently tugging at them. Finally, she went down all the way on DT action to finish off the BBBJWS. It wasn't until I begged for mercy that she relented, picked her head up and smiled along with saying: "Good to the last drop!" OMG! I think I'm in love! We talked at length on the way back to the general area I found her in. She said she would not give me her digits but would take mine and only call me on my terms. I told her I wanted to see her again, and often. Not in the fashion we met, but rather, a part-time GF sort of arrangement. "I would love to wine and dine you along with helping you out with some of your monthly needs. In exchange for my generosity, I expect you to be my SB. " She loved the sound of that, and said she would be calling me this week for sure.
Perhaps it was all a dream, but one thing for sure, it really was "Good to the last drop!
Hey brothers, sorry it's been a while, I took a little vacation, but I ran across michelle and I was very interested in TOFFT and wondered if anyone else had investigated? I know its posted in orlando, but the only oher tag is deltona.
[URL]http://orlando.backpage.com/FemaleEs...s-old/13105033.[/URL]
I have seen this provider twice over the past year. First time was an 8. 0 on the scale. Second trip to her place was concerning. First off, she was not there alone. Her toddler (yes, I confirmed this on the first visit to her otherwise clean home) was out running around the livingroom and her "sister" who was babysitting didn't seem to mind I was there with the whole damn family looking at me! "Jade" (That was the name she was using at the time) was unconcerned and told her sis to take junior into the guest-bedroom located on the opposite side of the home. Although my spidey-senses were telling me to get the hell out of there, I decided against it. Once we were all alone and comfortable, I noticed Jade had packed on some serious poundage since I last saw her. But, knowing how much fun we both had last time, I decided to go for it. Unfortunately, it was no a repeat-performance. She just lied there, waiting for me to get her off. There was no passion, no DFK allowed this time, and she didn't even allow the use of my digits while DATY. Once she was happy, I turned over for my expected pleasure. Yes, there where the great oral skills of the prior time, but NO PASSION. Just mechanics in preparation of the final act. At that point I just said for her to jump on and ride the bull until he puked. Once that happened, she dismounted, I headed to the bathroom for the obvious disposal and got dressed. Perhaps this is why she has changed her name to "CoCo".
So if you're thinking of taking the plunge, consider yourself advised.
SO-8.
Has anyone seen or hear from Casie who used to post from Deland as the Green Eyed Goddess? Small girl, maybe 105 lbs.
[QUOTE=DoUHavePot;2564378]Last time I talked to her bro she was getting clean and getting out of the business. I saw her at wal-mart about a month ago. I never said anything when I saw her she look clean and Chunky.[/QUOTE]Thanks. The last time I saw her she definitely was chunky.
They say the sequel is never as good as the original, and in the case of my honey-kissed blonde, this theory was reality. Two weeks ago, I managed to stumble onto what was no doubt a treasure. A precious gem. A one-in-a-million (well, lets not get too carried away here) gift from the pleasure-gods. Those of you who read that report already know just how special that find was, and this is exactly why I thought lightning had struck twice last week when right before my very eyes as I was driving through the loop, what did I find? Well, none-other than my honey-kissed blonde beauty. Only this time, something didn't seem quite the same. I took a ride around the block, circled-back and got a closer look. Yup, it was her alright, but something was different. Gone were the crystal clear blue eyes. Gone was that nearly perfectly coiffured hair. Now that beautiful hair appeared a bit disheveled as was she. Gone were those skin-tight designer jeans and sandals; replaced by cheap runners shorts and dirty running shoes. Still, knowing what I had experienced less than two weeks prior, I could not resist. As she approached my ride, I popped the lock and she jumped in. Right away I knew she had lost control of her situation. She acted confused, talked in riddles and seemed a bit paranoid. Stuck with her in my ride, I moved out of the area as quickly as I could. Immediately, she began to discuss dollars. (Not good.) Then demanded to know if I would drive her back to the immediate area. (Second bad vibe) and finally, she began to cry about what "they" were going to do to her if she could not "pay my debts". I looked at those once beautiful and friendly eyes and what I saw replaced them were bloodshot, frightened eyes instead. She no longer smelled delicious, she simply didn't smell at all. No longer was she flirty and fun, now she was all about the dead presidents. Desperate to get her out of my car, I told her I didn't have the donation she was demanding. When she learned what I could provide, she said "no". To which I responded: "Okay, I understand, you want what I don't have so forget about it. No harm, no foul. " Okay, good, I'm in the clear, now just to get her out of my car. Not so fast! "Okay, give me what you have!" (Damn! She got me.) I handed over the gift and we found a place to hang out. Although everything else upto that point was off the mark, she certainly did not forget her skills. Just like the previous time, it was amazing. Once we were ready to take off, she fell right back into the abyss I had thought she successfully climbed out of by the time we got under-way. She started barking orders where she wanted to be dropped. Naturally, it was NOT where I was going whether she wanted me to or not! Uncle's nephews were EVERYWHERE. It seemed as though something big was going down that night, and I wanted out of there as fast as I could go! She continued with her orders that I was already ignoring. Then she wanted me to let her out here, then there, then over there and so forth. Finally, and knowing this situation was not going to improve, I found a relatively quiet street not too far from where she wanted to be, but far-enough away for me and told her: "This is where we part ways!" At first she refused, so I did what any experienced hobbyist does; I simply said: "Okay baby, have it your way, but where I'm headed is a LONG walk back to where you want to be!" I put the car into drive and started to move forward. Naturally, she decided to finally see things my way and bailed out. (Don't worry, I stopped my car.) LOL.
The moral of the story: "You can't go home again".
There is a possibility that you just caught her in a bad part of her 'cycle'/ pattern.
There is a similar sounding girl (based on your description) that many of us have discussed in the background in the past. She is a 'normal' girl who does live a 'regular' life and just goes hard core party mode every now and then.
So if you see her again ask her to be straight with you and see if her name is 'Heather'. Oh and also only try to get her at the end of her 'cycle'. There has been rumor that it is possible to catch her before she goes ape shit, but I doubt that to be possible unless you have 'party favors' to start her out with.
On the other hand IF you catch her at the end when she's completely done, (even though she looks like a club girl, the morning after her first train) she will do ANYthing and only ask for a ride home, if your nice to her. Trust!
Lokm.
[QUOTE=SpecialOne8;2566487]They say the sequel is never as good as the original, and in the case of my honey-kissed blonde, this theory was reality. Two weeks ago, I managed to stumble onto what was no doubt a treasure. A precious gem. A one-in-a-million (well, lets not get too carried away here) gift from the pleasure-gods. Those of you who read that report already know just how special that find was, and this is exactly why I thought lightning had struck twice last week when right before my very eyes as I was driving through the loop, what did I find? Well, none-other than my honey-kissed blonde beauty. Only this time, something didn't seem quite the same. I took a ride around the block, circled-back and got a closer look. Yup, it was her alright, but something was different. Gone were the crystal clear blue eyes. Gone was that nearly perfectly coiffured hair. Now that beautiful hair appeared a bit disheveled as was she. Gone were those skin-tight designer jeans and sandals; replaced by cheap runners shorts and dirty running shoes. Still, knowing what I had experienced less than two weeks prior, I could not resist. As she approached my ride, I popped the lock and she jumped in. Right away I knew she had lost control of her situation. She acted confused, talked in riddles and seemed a bit paranoid. Stuck with her in my ride, I moved out of the area as quickly as I could. Immediately, she began to discuss dollars. (Not good.) Then demanded to know if I would drive her back to the immediate area. (Second bad vibe) and finally, she began to cry about what "they" were going to do to her if she could not "pay my debts". I looked at those once beautiful and friendly eyes and what I saw replaced them were bloodshot, frightened eyes instead. She no longer smelled delicious, she simply didn't smell at all. No longer was she flirty and fun, now she was all about the dead presidents. Desperate to get her out of my car, I told her I didn't have the donation she was demanding. When she learned what I could provide, she said "no". To which I responded: "Okay, I understand, you want what I don't have so forget about it. No harm, no foul. " Okay, good, I'm in the clear, now just to get her out of my car. Not so fast! "Okay, give me what you have!" (Damn! She got me.) I handed over the gift and we found a place to hang out. Although everything else upto that point was off the mark, she certainly did not forget her skills. Just like the previous time, it was amazing. Once we were ready to take off, she fell right back into the abyss I had thought she successfully climbed out of by the time we got under-way. She started barking orders where she wanted to be dropped. Naturally, it was NOT where I was going whether she wanted me to or not! Uncle's nephews were EVERYWHERE. It seemed as though something big was going down that night, and I wanted out of there as fast as I could go! She continued with her orders that I was already ignoring. Then she wanted me to let her out here, then there, then over there and so forth. Finally, and knowing this situation was not going to improve, I found a relatively quiet street not too far from where she wanted to be, but far-enough away for me and told her: "This is where we part ways!" At first she refused, so I did what any experienced hobbyist does; I simply said: "Okay baby, have it your way, but where I'm headed is a LONG walk back to where you want to be!" I put the car into drive and started to move forward. Naturally, she decided to finally see things my way and bailed out. (Don't worry, I stopped my car.) LOL.
The moral of the story: "You can't go home again".[/QUOTE]
Thanks for the input Lokum, it's very-much appreciated. As for the latest observation I made two days ago.
She is back, but not better than ever. In fact, she is looking sadder and sadder. Now wearing ragged jeans and a tattered striped blouse, she has not only a look of desperation, but one of hardship, like she is struggling to get a lift just as much as the "regulars" that never seem to leave this part of town we all know about. I almost considered her but then I figured what's the sense, she's gone to the dark side. I can see it in her eyes. I never partake in such offerings. Never have, never will. Just like Vanessa way back when I first learned of this area. She was hotter than hell! We used to hang out ALL the time! Go to dinner, hit the bars, dance and carry on just like a fun couple. But then I began to see a change not for the better. Needless to say, that's all she wrote. I stopped seeing her and within three months, she was in the graybar hotel for grand theft.
On our last meeting, Heather told me she's 40 and has a steady BF who loves her. I asked her if he had any idea of her "other" life out here on the streets. Her reply was that he knew, and that she could not go home and face him until she gets clean again. I then asked her about that "regular job" she supposedly had, to which she said: "if I'm lucky, they'll take me back, I'm their number-1 salesperson. Numbers don't lie and mine never do. ".
I almost believe her but you hear so much crap out there, sometimes you just have to take it with a grain of salt. But if she had asked me to get her to a treatment center or hospital, you can bet your life I would have done it!
So sad, so sad indeed.
[QUOTE=Lokm321;2572039]There is a possibility that you just caught her in a bad part of her 'cycle'/ pattern.
There is a similar sounding girl (based on your description) that many of us have discussed in the background in the past. She is a 'normal' girl who does live a 'regular' life and just goes hard core party mode every now and then.
So if you see her again ask her to be straight with you and see if her name is 'Heather'. Oh and also only try to get her at the end of her 'cycle'. There has been rumor that it is possible to catch her before she goes ape shit, but I doubt that to be possible unless you have 'party favors' to start her out with.
On the other hand IF you catch her at the end when she's completely done, (even though she looks like a club girl, the morning after her first train) she will do ANYthing and only ask for a ride home, if your nice to her. Trust!
Lokm.[/QUOTE]
If anyone has gotten a text in the last couple of days from UTR Jayme, please PM to compare notes. Please do so before going.
[QUOTE=TermCat;2583814]If anyone has gotten a text in the last couple of days from UTR Jayme, please PM to compare notes. Please do so before going.[/QUOTE]UTR Jayme isn't so UTR anymore. She is running an ad on BP under the Daytona / DeLand section and has a new number. Look her up. She is in Deland now and needs help. She is SexyMilf that use to post on the Adult Classifieds not too long ago.