It looks like FACE Productions has fizzled out.
Looks like F. A. C. E. Productions discontinued interviews! The last interview was a month ago! Pathetic. Download them and reupload them to different video sharing platforms while these videos are still up, because I bet they will be taken down either by him or by YouTube in no time!
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.
The foolproof way of preventing things from happening.
[QUOTE=WillowRut;1706812]That does not sound like her. Something must have happen. I will bet you anything she will make it up to you. Yes she is a crack head but also the queen of head. I take her to hernfriend after the job is done. Not before.[/QUOTE]These things never "happen" when you have all of their belongings in your possession as collateral and an exact time agreed upon when you'll drive away. I agree that she is a great provider and will make good on whatever she owes a client; but if he had had a purse full of goodies as collateral, she would have zipped right back out on time. I have lent money out to my most trusted providers many times, but I have never once done it in the form of a loan so they can go in and get drugs before a date. I front $10 or $20 toward the date if I have enough collateral to where if they don't come back out, I win. This way, they know they don't get their belongings back until my cock is down their throat.
The Established Official Modus Operandi Of Hookers In The Case Of A Dead Trick
[QUOTE=Lonelyguy128;1805409]By stay safe do you mean be careful shooting heroin into your body? That's what the article in this morning's paper said happened. The guy bought and shot up heroin in front of the provider and he bought cocaine for her. He OD'd on the heroin according to the provider's statement. Yes she and friends hid his body and used his car and credit cards, but he was already dead from his own actions according to the report.[/QUOTE]It's like I always say: Some day, some smart young lady is going to give me a heart attack with her delightful techniques, then promptly divest me of my wallet, and if she is so bold, my vehicle, as well.
The hooker's modus operandi is clear, based on countless news stories both locally and nationally, for decades: When a trick dies in her presence, she stuffs his corpse in his trunk (if they're in his car) or closet (if they're in his home), and uses his car or house as if it's her own personal property until the police arrest her. But like Lonely Guy said: If you die by your own actions, the hookers aren't really committing any grave infraction against you by hiding your corpse and using your belongings. Perhaps they are infracting against your heirs, which in and of itself is egregious. But a corpse is a corpse. If a hooker dies of an overdose in front of me, Lord knows what I would do in the time before the paramedics arrive.
Passing Through Town And Back On A Business Trip
Hard chronological data:
Jen car date BBBJ BLS CIM WS 30.
Michelle car date BBBJ CIM WS 30.
I was passing through Milwaukee on business Wednesday night and needed to ejaculate, so I called up Jen. She had me come meet her where she was sitting in a car with two men on 22nd street, between Greenfield and Orchard. After a couple of minutes, she came over and got in, and we repaired to a spot of mine. She wanted 20 fronted so that she could buy drugs, but with only her phone and a crack pipe to her name, I refused. She seemed offended by my lack of trust. If it's any consolation to her, I've never fronted money to anyone without a good amount of collateral in my possession. Loan, yes, including to Jen plenty of times, but never front.
We repaired to a spot I don't think I've ever used before, but which I got the idea of as we drove by, and for which I solicited a concurrence from Jen, as she has used that lot numerous time. Her last few blow jobs have been more and more lackluster, but she is still licking and sucking my testes on her own volition, taking direction well (which I didn't used to have to do with her, mind you), and making me shoot. By and by, I ejaculated into her mouth and dropped her off and drove to my that night's destination and slept. In my car.
Since Erika's absence, Jen has been picking up more business from me. Jen is one of the wores who I think of first when I need to ejaculate, whether I'm looking to do so in a mouth or a pussy.
I awoke Thursday morning and had a good day of business. Then on my way home, of course I stopped in Milwaukee to relieve myself again. First I picked up Erin off of 16th and one of those cross streets between National and Greenfield. It has a liquor store on the south-west corner. Erin was turning me and everyone else down and proceeded into the liquor store, making a shoeing gesture as she said "no". I retorted that I will be waiting for her out there. I parked so I could see both the front and side doors, in case she tried to escape. After around ten minutes, she reappeared and came out, and I told her to get in, and she did. She dilly dallied at a gas station, then at a trap house. I left her high and dry at the time I warned her I will, even though she was begging me to stay and admonishing me for not having stayed afterward. I had not fronted her anything. She left some unopened containers of alcohol in my car which are mine now. I will give them to friends or to wores who do good dates with me. If Erin does a good date with me and I still have her shit, I will give it back. Ask Erika how it goes when you leave stuff in my car and you don't come out and do the date.
Eventually, I called up Chevy's mom. She came out of the house promptly and was already outside when I pulled up. What a breath of fresh air! Almost all of the other wores make you wait. Michelle gave me the kind of blow job I like, and which you guys hate: fast up and down from beginning to end! To be fair, I enjoy them to start out soft and rather slowly, but only in the beginning. But I'll take one that's fast all the way through over one that's not fast at all any day. I absolutely love having a chick's head bobbing up and down fast in my lap, while she's employing delightful, tight suction. After perhaps 7 to 10 minutes of hard labor, Michelle pumped out my torrent of sperm and swallowed it all! I dropped her back off and drove home.
Body Shopper.
