Jessi of the Holy Trinity
Has anyone heard from or seen Jessi? I saw her for a pair of car dates back in February, one on each of two consecutive days, and she was 8 months pregnant then. None of the girls I've asked have seen or heard any news about her since February. I am deeply concerned. She and I have never been on very personal terms, yet I appreciate her perpetually available face hole to shoot in, and she's been a staple of Greenfield Avenue for at least six years. Before the crack and the streets wore her down, she was a beautiful, clean-spoken woman without a blemish on her face nor a tooth missing from her mouth. That person still lives inside her. Any help finding her, or any news about her whatsoever, would be appreciated.
Body Shopper, In Search.
24 Hours Of Body Shopping
Blessed art thou among women.
Forgive them, for they know not what they do.
I dreamt last night. The dream went something like this:
I came into town Thursday and hit the stroll at 8:30 pm I began at 6th & Greenfield, and only had to cruise for 30 seconds, because I found Lola marching westward on the north sidewalk between 7th & 8th Streets. Scooped her up, went to my spot. 20. You pigs know what I do. She forced me to experience such an intense orgasm that for a couple of seconds during climax, I thought the car was moving forward. I knew it was impossible, because the car was off and the key wasn't in the ignition, but it felt that way, nonetheless. This woman ripped the soul clean out of my body and left me for dead. After a bit I came to to her delight, as me still being alive meant she'd get driven and wouldn't have to walk 3 1/2 miles back. 10. I quipped, "The more intense the orgasm, the better, as long as it doesn't kill me. ".
I awoke the following day and hit the stroll at 10:30 am Over the next 10 1/2 hours, I did three car dates. I took an hour off to try to nap, and a half-hour off to eat. Other than that, I was cruising Silver City.
I saw Angel working a street other than National, for the first time ever! She was working Lincoln, alternating sides of the street, between 9th & 13th. I parked on a side street and approached her on foot, and she agreed to my terms, and told me to pull up to her in my car, so I did. She rescinded coming out far, and then submitted to my requirement to be paid afterward if we park nearby. She sucked me for around 8 minutes, the first five of which were heavenly, and the last three of which were performed lousy. 30. Afterward, she got out and told me that she had my phone and required a payment of $40 - $80 in order for her to give it back. She apprised me that she will pepper spray me if I come near her. I threatened to call the police. I was considering calling them, but my primary reason for mentioning that option of mine was to leverage bargaining power to reduce the fee. My strategy worked. She said, "That'll go real well. You just got your dick sucked by a prostitute. The cops know I prostitute. " Then she changed her monetary demand to $20 - $40. I told her that $20 is all I have with me. I rolled up my windows, locked my doors, popped my trunk and told her to stand near the front of my car. I grabbed a $20 bill and she approached me, and we exchanged the bill for the phone, and she walked away. Mind you, the last minute of our interaction was spent with a worker from the business whose property I'd illegally parked on mulling around doing work out there right with us, ignoring us. I could tell that he had no interest in giving us any trouble, so I didn't address him. Angel, conversely, meekly offered him an apology and an assurance that we'll be out of there straightaway.
I saw her walking a couple hours later on 13th & Lincoln again, and around an hour later on Greenfield, between 11th & 16th.
What is really important to note of here is that I had been planning on posting here, in response to all of the chatter about prostitutes stealing phones, that I have never encountered such a problem. So, the very next time I came into town, my second date stole my phone! I've had a cell phone since 2002, so that's 21 years of mongering with a cell phone on me, and this happens right after I read your sage warnings! Numerous times in my life, the biblical statement, "Forgive them, for they know not what they do" has turned out to be accurate. I have gotten away with things until I know the truth, and then if I continue on once I have been apprised, I suffer a consequence.
Karma is real, and comes from above. Karma exists here on this earth, see? The slore who turned me down a few weeks ago, whose rejection I wrote at length about, has now been rejected and banned from two of her main drug houses. She rejected me, so now those drug dealers rejected her! Even the holiest of angels, when they sin, have to face our creator in all of his wrath. That's how karma works. By the way, I suffered a terrible stroke of bad karma last December for having refused to drive Rose back from the motel without her having fulfilled her agreement, instead offering her to leave on foot whenever she pleases. Something happened to me the following morning that had absolutely nothing to do with Rose, but which affected my life in such a particular, nuanced way, that it was a clear message from above. I'm guessing that the higher power doesn't demand we flat-out forfeit money, but probably would have accepted me just letting her suck my dick and then driving her back, instead of waiting for the other slore to emerge from her drugging.
By and by, I came upon one M. J. On Lincoln at around 11th street, on the south side of the street. She told me her real first and last name, which did not correspond with her initials, so I inquired as to what those initials stand for. She said proudly, "Michal Jordan, leader of the team. " You can't make this stuff up! Too funny! 20. She proceeded to give me mediocre but acceptable head for probably 7 minutes, then hopped on my dick and rode me in my driver's seat, grinding and squeezing. After around a minute of that, she sat on me in the same position while I pounded her from underneath. After around a minute of that, I got out of the car to bend her over and requested some head to get me hard enough again, and she pointed out a big glob of pre-ejaculatory fluid on my cock head and called it "come". She said that I had "nutted", and used that as her excuse to discontinue the date. I paid her the 10, since we'd fucked. I saw her again on 15th & Lincoln a little while later, sitting on the steps in front of that door that says "God" on it. I pulled around, because I wasn't sure it was her, and she proceeded to beg me to do another date with her, promising that this time she'll make it "worth my while". Fart. She'd had her chance. She even begged me to let her do it "for free". Sure. These predators don't do anything for free. They are holes with souls. Fleshy receptacles we stick our dick in.
I met one Snow, sitting on the steps in front of that big apartment building on National, between 24th & 25th. She reluctantly deigned to come to my car and said, "I charge 50 with a condom. " I replied that I'd better not do that, and we parted ways amicable. Snow is a white woman who appears to be in her mid-twenties, and shows no signs of drug use. The body is nice and thick and would be perfect were it not for a huge, unsightly gut, existing from her gash almost up to her navel. Long, straight, beautiful brown hair and pretty face. I saw her a little while later walking on Greenfield, at 16th street.
I pulled up to a half-black woman on National, at perhaps 24th street. Her ass and thighs were as delectable as they could be, but she had a paunch that detracted from her beauty greatly. Clean face and cheerful spirit. She was going to just pass me by, but then I hollered at her and she reluctantly deigned to come a few steps toward me, and said, "My rates start out at 100. " My face turned white and my breathing became labored, and I replied that I'd better pass.
I drove several more hours, and then, by the good grace of our heavenly father, I happened upon Jessi of the Holy Trinity! She was standing on the south-east corner of 22nd & Greenfield, so I peeled down Greenfield to 21st, cut over to the alley, and with knuckles gripped white, I zig-zagged through obstructive vehicles and people in the alley, yearning to get this sperm out of my balls, and Jessi had already walked over to meet me, and got in as soon as I reached the end of the alley. 25. This heavenly angel gave me a great blow job! It was probably 10 minutes in duration. She pumped all of my hate and frustration into her capable mouth and spat it out onto the gravel. Score! 5. On our way back, around a block from my spot, a drug dealer pulled up next to us and inquired, "Do you party?" I replied, "I don't, but she does. " We followed him to a side street, and Jessi got out and went over to his vehicle. I couldn't see what was going on, but I assume she was smoking crack. Around 5 minutes later, she came back to the car delighted, having purchased $50 worth of boy and girl for $25! Good for you, Jess! The Great Circle Of Life winds onward, ad infinitum. After she got out of my vehicle, she asked me if I have anything she could eat. The one food I had she is unable to eat, I think because of her dental condition. So I offered to buy her food at a convenience store. She accepted. She was about to settle for just a snack and a drink, when I chided her in a friendly way over the fact that most prostitutes only eat snacks, not meals. Then she selected a meal to accompany her drink, and we checked out. After she bought those drugs, she expressed extreme gratitude to me for my willingness to do such favors for her. After I bought her the food, she was also extremely thankful, and probably thanked me for it five times. Understand that in an unfriendly world, Jessi is a Holy Angel. I've probably done 35 dates with her in 6 years, and she's made me squirt during all but one of those dates. She has the best record of any girl I know. Hallelujah!
Her new baby is doing well! It's a girl, her third daughter, and is being raised in a loving household with her other two daughters. The baby did not suffer any withdrawals, and is healthy as can be!
Blessed art thou among women. The elusive release which we all seek is granted by your Holiness in your very mouth. The lot of women are not dedicated to making our sperm squirt out, but you, oh holy Jessi, beloved Sister Of Mercy, grant to us who endure poverty the happiness and spiritual riches that the noblest men, that is, those who were born with a full soul, seek.
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