CookyJar's Streetwalker Photos

[QUOTE=CookyJar;4119548]LOL...A lioness because she looks like she is hunting for her prey...

My goal is to find her when she's well rested. What did her friend look like? I could see myself doing a threesome with her, could be fun.

CookyJar.[/QUOTE]When talking to these girls I realized they hunt just like we do. Many of these girls have a "target demographic" because they just want to earn the money without having any problems.

Anyway, her friend was a woman about the same age but on the larger size.

I've are not finished with the Jojo saga, starting from were we left-off.

[QUOTE=CookyJar;4109055]
...Long story, short; Jojo dressed went to the door, peeked out, opened the door and dashed, leaving me on my own...

CookyJar.[/QUOTE]

I started to add that Jojo had left me with my dick in my hand. The truth is; she just left me.

I left Jojo's aunt's house with one thing on my mind. Guess? I will give a little hint. Having no reason to believe that Jojo would not willingly complete the second half of our agreement (she had been compensated for the first half...the pictures], I had greedily swallowed my blue pill.


[size=2][b] What now? What were my options? What should I have done? What would you have done?[/b][/size]

CookyJar.

[QUOTE=Lance547;4120970]When talking to these girls I realized they hunt just like we do. Many of these girls have a "target demographic" because they just want to earn the money without having any problems [/QUOTE]They talk among themselves. They keep records. And, they share notes. You best be believing that. They, like everyone else, are trying to make a buck. They are in business and their business is not love. They are not looking for husbands. They are not looking for boyfriends. A sugar daddy, maybe. They aren't selling sex. They are selling the illusion of sex and buying dreams.

CookyJar.

P.S: As you can see I am an equal opportunity monger. I have no problem with the big girl. The big girl needs to have fun too.

Sucks that you were deceived and they (she?) split on you. However, unless you have insurance that pays for blue pills, (most people don't).

Get a prescription for sildenafil citrate instead. These pills, if you go to GoodRx and get a coupon code, they cost only $18.06 from Walgreens for me instead of $80+ for Viagra.

[QUOTE=CookyJar;4126408]I've are not finished with the Jojo saga, starting from were we left-off.



I started to add that Jojo had left me with my dick in my hand. The truth is; she just left me.

I left Jojo's aunt's house with one thing on my mind. Guess? I will give a little hint. Having no reason to believe that Jojo would not willingly complete the second half of our agreement (she had been compensated for the first half...the pictures], I had greedily swallowed my blue pill.




CookyJar.[/QUOTE]I really dig your style of photography. Your pictures have a 1990's no frills style.

There is one other photographer whos work I dig who goes by the name of nicotine bandit. It's a completely different style but many of his models are also strippers / escorts. I seen one of his models a few years back when she was posting on BP.

[URL]https://www.instagram.com/nicotinebanditphoto/?hl=en[/URL]

[QUOTE=Peejay2015;4127046]Sucks that you were deceived and they (she?) split on you. However, unless you have insurance that pays for blue pills, (most people don't).

Get a prescription for sildenafil citrate instead. These pills, if you go to GoodRx and get a coupon code, they cost only $18.06 from Walgreens for me instead of $80+ for Viagra.[/QUOTE]I buy them from online pharmacy. They have been licensed by Pfizer to sell Viagra 100 ml to Canada and the EU. They ship through customs in NY and delivered to my door. Cost is 2-3 $ per pill depending on shipping desired. I bought 90 pills and I use 1/2 tablet. They work great. I'll buy them again.

[QUOTE=CookyJar;4126430]They talk among themselves. They keep records. And, they share notes. You best be believing that. They, like everyone else, are trying to make a buck. They are in business and their business is not love. They are not looking for husbands. They are not looking for boyfriends. A sugar daddy, maybe. They aren't selling sex. They are selling the illusion of sex and buying dreams.

CookyJar.
.[/QUOTE]Personally, I don't believe any woman goes around looking for love. It's a total farce.

Women hunt for males to satisfy the desire to get pregnant and they hunt for a male (or males) to support them. All of them. If a female cares about a male it will be her son, father, and maybe her brother.

When I look around all women basically prostitute themselves to the best man they can attract. It's all smoke and mirrors no matter how we engage with females. Never thought that a woman really cared about me outside of good old moms.

[QUOTE=Lance547;4127370]Personally, I don't believe any woman goes around looking for love. It's a total farce.

Women hunt for males to satisfy the desire to get pregnant and they hunt for a male (or males) to support them. All of them. If a female cares about a male it will be her son, father, and maybe her brother.

When I look around all women basically prostitute themselves to the best man they can attract. It's all smoke and mirrors no matter how we engage with females. Never thought that a woman really cared about me outside of good old moms.[/QUOTE]You know CookyJar and Lance you both hit the nail right where it should be hit. That being about it's all business and dollar driven. Who we are matters little to these girls.

If a girl bounces she's not doing anything to anyone in particular. Rather she's doing something for herself. She's meeting the needs of the demon that lives within her. Not sure about you Lance but I know Cooky is very well aware what I'm saying is gospel.

They are no different than we are. They tell us what they think we want to hear as we do them.

Recently I was wondering what would happen if we did a "scientific experiment". Lets ask fifty of the "special", "regulars", classy, well dressed, handsome, well spoken, nice car driving, kind, sensitive, thoughtful, gentleman types to stand at the curb on Lehigh Ave. About a half block before Emerald City, without a dime in their pocket looking for some action.

As part two of the "experiment" let's take two of the dorkiest, nerdiest, scruffy, obnoxious, unattractive, unfriendly, smelly, irregular, asshole type dickheads we can find and put them on the opposite side of Lehigh. Only let's give them two each 30-40 twenty dollar bills.

Now, I'm no genius by any stretch, but I'll bet each of the two guys with the cash and body odor will get more action than any one of the fifty kind, refined gentlemen with empty pockets. This experiment would be hard pressed to be proved wrong. I'll wager there would be a waiting line for the guys with the greenbacks. While the guys on the opposite side of the street would be chit chatting with each other planning their next adventure while sending each other to WaWa for a dollar coffee. Willy smelly crotch and Bobby dick in hand comes out on top for the moment.

Granted, the girls will keep an eye out for them going forward. After all they was "special" once. If the girls spot Mr Special drive by they will probably offer the obligatory, wave. That's to see if he shows any further interest. If he does she will attempt to solidify another special deal. Could very well be less expensive than the last. Depends if she's getting sick. If not then he won't even be a fading memory in ten minutes.

This is the harsh reality I often speak of that some agree with others can't seem to grasp. Concept is just to difficult to comprehend. So, no doubt we are all special when our pockets are well lined. Economic status is an empty thought that has little to no place in a working girls life. I agree the guy with the seemingly unending funds is as special as a two headed calf. Let that funding dry up for even a moment and it can get as cold as fucking an Eskimo on New Years Eve in Anchorage Alaska.

The working girl will persevere with what she has to deal with for the short time she has to entertain his fantasies. She will adapt to the asshole as quickly as the gentleman. Now, he takes Mr. Specials position in the arena of demon versus woman. From her it's thumbs up until the next opponent enters the arena. Then it's game on. His thoughts and expectations if he's lucky get fulfilled. She will tell him what he wants to hear just like he will her. When it's over he goes his way and she hers until the dog needs to go out again. She will make arrangements to see him again. Promise to call. Rarely these things happen. Facts of life on the strip.

So, it's not us. It's not our smooth personality or our Mercedes, Infinity with the crushed leather tuck and roll seats, the fancy hotels, etc. To think that for a moment raises our risk level and can turn the dream into a nightmare.

I know mongers on here that take girls to the Ritz Carlton, The Bellevue, The Logan, The Rittenhouse. Yeah these places are impressive. Just not to these girls. The five star hotel is no better than the alley on Harold Street to them. They readily go with a guy to the Carlyle, Motel 6, Days Inn, Neshaminy Inn, Rooselvelt Inn, Mall Motel etc. Once they strike a deal what matters is gitter done. All else is a distant memory that two guys from now will be lost in a fogged up mind and a stupor. That's if it takes that long at all.

The fancy shmancy high end hotel or the dive matters little to them. The bugs crawling up the walls or the well placed candles and hot tub is all irrelevant. What matters most is where the next hit comes from and who can provide it. Doesn't matter if they get it from the guy driving the Mercedes or the Ford Focus. Whoever gets there first. They don't think for a moment the guy behind us might pay more. It's what's available now. They have no intention of waiting to see what might happen as opposed to what is happening. Why would they?

The girls, just like all of us, have been stood up by the best of us more than once. Many guys, some more than others tend to be official stand them up guys. I know a few of them. That's a different story. The girls know their way around the block and they know it well. So they have come to learn to take what's available now and see what happens later. They get sick, they will deal with that then. At the present they see a chance to chain the beast for another few hours. That, they will attempt to do. Even if it means going down from "what they usually" ask for to what we are offering. We have all heard that line.

Lets understand, these girls require no status symbols. Status is nice just not to them. No level in society matters to them. Nada. Their status is who has enough drugs to make it till morning. Then the cycle repeats itself.

Most care very little about even personal hygiene. Hygiene, the method of making money. Even the most attractive among them find little time to wash the stench away. I know girls that have not bathed for weeks and still jump in cars. Guys gladly make the scoop. As we all know it could be hours before the perfect catch walks by.

Many will carry wet wipes and quick swipe to the crotch area then hope it lasts long enough to get business taken care of. After that wait for the next customer. As long as he's not to particular then she will remain busy.

We may think we are different. We aren't. We are all about as different as the serial numbers on the bills they get paid with. That's where the differences end. Each bill serves a temporary purpose. When its gone they look for the next one to fill the need. Every one of us is just like the last one to her and no different than the next. It's nothing special, just business. You want the perks of a fresh smelling pussy then they expect you to pay for it. Take them to a place where they can shower up. Then gitter done. On to the next one that thinks hes special.

If you think you are special sit back and watch the show an hour or so. Watch who she's getting in the car with next. They can sleep in the best hotels or under a bridge in freezing temperatures and be just as comfortable. It's all the same. Not a thing we have will change their stripes. I've found some of the hottest women out there stashed under some no-name bridge just waiting for another pain eraser. Numb her up she will be as happy a street walker in a YMCA with a Boy Scout convention.

Everything we tell these girls or show them has it's own Ka. Ching factor. They pretty much have a good idea about what they will walk away with long before the terms are struck and the deal made. They look and listen. They may seem like they aren't paying attention. Don't fool yourself. Ever catch one that you think is nodding, or dozing off?

She might just be listening to your phone chat or see what you do if you think she's incapacitated. Touch her arm to tell her something and she bounces back like silly putty.

They see the car you drive. The wad of bills you flash around. If you are wearing shoes or sneakers. Shoes? Are they nice and polished or scuffed to shit? White button down shirt or Nike tee shirt. Is the button down shirt Ralph Lauren or Target brand? They notice it all. Is your belt all cracked or nice shiny leather? Is your cologne so heavy it could kill a gorilla or just a light aroma that is subtle and less noticeable unless one is really checking you out?

They know which hotels you try to impress them with and the rates of the rooms. They notice if your seats are cloth or leather. Does the car smell like weed, alcohol, Burger King, cigarettes, or that cheap, shitty little pine air freshener tree hanging from the mirror?

They take it all in. Where you take them to eat. What you offer when you get there. They look to see if you get coffee at WaWa, Mini Mart, or Starbucks?

I have had in depth conversations with girls. Some many of you will never get to see. Not because of your personality traits, inability, or anything you did. Rather because you just may not know they are available out there. These are the things they tell me they look at when they size up a guy.

Never lose sight that we become special to these girls because of what we have to offer and how long we have to offer it. Not who we are. We remain special until someone comes along with what you ran out of. Then that makes them special. As non addicted individuals they wouldn't be caught dead with most us.

A girl once related to me an interesting statement. I think we can all take something of value away by understanding it fully.

She said "It's got nothing to do with who you are. What you have done for me, how many times you have bailed her out of being sick. Nor how many times you fed her. It's all about what can you do for her now that matters". Now if that doesn't put us all in our proper place then nothing will.

We can all believe whatever we choose. We can fantasize what we like. We can think we are what we aren't or what we are. Doesn't matter. The new breed of actresses is available. I recently gave a girl a ride to an appointment she had. She got out of a car of what she calls a "regular". She said "what a dickhead he is". I thought to myself that's probably what she says after she leaves me. Where am I any different than anyone else. The same with each of us. So whatever she tells us about the other mongers she's telling other mongers about the rest of us. Hmmmm. Isn't that "special?" Me, I'm just an 'OL Gator.

[QUOTE=Gator145;4128598]You know CookyJar and Lance you both hit the nail right where it should be hit. That being about it's all business and dollar driven. Who we are matters little to these girls.

If a girl bounces she's not doing anything to anyone in particular. Rather she's doing something for herself. She's meeting the needs of the demon that lives within her. Not sure about you Lance but I know Cooky is very well aware what I'm saying is gospel.

They are no different than we are. They tell us what they think we want to hear as we do them.

Recently I was wondering what would happen if we did a "scientific experiment". Lets ask fifty of the "special", "regulars", classy, well dressed, handsome, well spoken, nice car driving, kind, sensitive, thoughtful, gentleman types to stand at the curb on Lehigh Ave. About a half block before Emerald City, without a dime in their pocket looking for some action.[/QUOTE]Why do so so many girls then get off the streets and get clean as they think they found the special one. They will only give hummers but no FS as they love the man they are with. I have heard many times from WG they found the one. They get married then divorced only to hit the streets again.

We may think we are different. We aren't. We are all about as different as the serial numbers on the bills they get paid with. That's where the differences end.

[QUOTE=Gator145;4128598]You know CookyJar and Lance you both hit the nail right where it should be hit. That being about it's all business and dollar driven. Who we are matters little to these girls.

If a girl bounces she's not doing anything to anyone in particular. Rather she's doing something for herself. She's meeting the needs of the demon that lives within her. Not sure about you Lance but I know Cooky is very well aware what I'm saying is gospel.

They are no different than we are. They tell us what they think we want to hear as we do them.

Recently I was wondering what would happen if we did a "scientific experiment". Lets ask fifty of the "special", "regulars", classy, well dressed, handsome, well spoken, nice car driving, kind, sensitive, thoughtful, gentleman types to stand at the curb on Lehigh Ave. About a half block before Emerald City, without a dime in their pocket looking for some action.

As part two of the "experiment" let's take two of the dorkiest, nerdiest, scruffy, obnoxious, unattractive, unfriendly, smelly, irregular, asshole type dickheads we can find and put them on the opposite side of Lehigh. Only let's give them two each 30-40 twenty dollar bills.

Now, I'm no genius by any stretch, but I'll bet each of the two guys with the cash and body odor will get more action than any one of the fifty kind, refined gentlemen with empty pockets. This experiment would be hard pressed to be proved wrong. I'll wager there would be a waiting line for the guys with the greenbacks. While the guys on the opposite side of the street would be chit chatting with each other planning their next adventure while sending each other to WaWa for a dollar coffee. Willy smelly crotch and Bobby dick in hand comes out on top for the moment.

Granted, the girls will keep an eye out for them going forward. After all they was "special" once. If the girls spot Mr Special drive by they will probably offer the obligatory, wave. That's to see if he shows any further interest. If he does she will attempt to solidify another special deal. Could very well be less expensive than the last. Depends if she's getting sick. If not then he won't even be a fading memory in ten minutes.

This is the harsh reality I often speak of that some agree with others can't seem to grasp. Concept is just to difficult to comprehend. So, no doubt we are all special when our pockets are well lined. Economic status is an empty thought that has little to no place in a working girls life. I agree the guy with the seemingly unending funds is as special as a two headed calf. Let that funding dry up for even a moment and it can get as cold as fucking an Eskimo on New Years Eve in Anchorage Alaska.

The working girl will persevere with what she has to deal with for the short time she has to entertain his fantasies. She will adapt to the asshole as quickly as the gentleman. Now, he takes Mr. Specials position in the arena of demon versus woman. From her it's thumbs up until the next opponent enters the arena. Then it's game on. His thoughts and expectations if he's lucky get fulfilled. She will tell him what he wants to hear just like he will her. When it's over he goes his way and she hers until the dog needs to go out again. She will make arrangements to see him again. Promise to call. Rarely these things happen. Facts of life on the strip.

So, it's not us. It's not our smooth personality or our Mercedes, Infinity with the crushed leather tuck and roll seats, the fancy hotels, etc. To think that for a moment raises our risk level and can turn the dream into a nightmare.

I know mongers on here that take girls to the Ritz Carlton, The Bellevue, The Logan, The Rittenhouse. Yeah these places are impressive. Just not to these girls. The five star hotel is no better than the alley on Harold Street to them. They readily go with a guy to the Carlyle, Motel 6, Days Inn, Neshaminy Inn, Rooselvelt Inn, Mall Motel etc. Once they strike a deal what matters is gitter done. All else is a distant memory that two guys from now will be lost in a fogged up mind and a stupor. That's if it takes that long at all.

The fancy shmancy high end hotel or the dive matters little to them. The bugs crawling up the walls or the well placed candles and hot tub is all irrelevant. What matters most is where the next hit comes from and who can provide it. Doesn't matter if they get it from the guy driving the Mercedes or the Ford Focus. Whoever gets there first. They don't think for a moment the guy behind us might pay more. It's what's available now. They have no intention of waiting to see what might happen as opposed to what is happening. Why would they?

The girls, just like all of us, have been stood up by the best of us more than once. Many guys, some more than others tend to be official stand them up guys. I know a few of them. That's a different story. The girls know their way around the block and they know it well. So they have come to learn to take what's available now and see what happens later. They get sick, they will deal with that then. At the present they see a chance to chain the beast for another few hours. That, they will attempt to do. Even if it means going down from "what they usually" ask for to what we are offering. We have all heard that line.

Lets understand, these girls require no status symbols. Status is nice just not to them. No level in society matters to them. Nada. Their status is who has enough drugs to make it till morning. Then the cycle repeats itself.

Most care very little about even personal hygiene. Hygiene, the method of making money. Even the most attractive among them find little time to wash the stench away. I know girls that have not bathed for weeks and still jump in cars. Guys gladly make the scoop. As we all know it could be hours before the perfect catch walks by.

Many will carry wet wipes and quick swipe to the crotch area then hope it lasts long enough to get business taken care of. After that wait for the next customer. As long as he's not to particular then she will remain busy.

We may think we are different. We aren't. We are all about as different as the serial numbers on the bills they get paid with. That's where the differences end. Each bill serves a temporary purpose. When its gone they look for the next one to fill the need. Every one of us is just like the last one to her and no different than the next. It's nothing special, just business. You want the perks of a fresh smelling pussy then they expect you to pay for it. Take them to a place where they can shower up. Then gitter done. On to the next one that thinks hes special.

If you think you are special sit back and watch the show an hour or so. Watch who she's getting in the car with next. They can sleep in the best hotels or under a bridge in freezing temperatures and be just as comfortable. It's all the same. Not a thing we have will change their stripes. I've found some of the hottest women out there stashed under some no-name bridge just waiting for another pain eraser. Numb her up she will be as happy a street walker in a YMCA with a Boy Scout convention.

Everything we tell these girls or show them has it's own Ka. Ching factor. They pretty much have a good idea about what they will walk away with long before the terms are struck and the deal made. They look and listen. They may seem like they aren't paying attention. Don't fool yourself. Ever catch one that you think is nodding, or dozing off?

She might just be listening to your phone chat or see what you do if you think she's incapacitated. Touch her arm to tell her something and she bounces back like silly putty.

They see the car you drive. The wad of bills you flash around. If you are wearing shoes or sneakers. Shoes? Are they nice and polished or scuffed to shit? White button down shirt or Nike tee shirt. Is the button down shirt Ralph Lauren or Target brand? They notice it all. Is your belt all cracked or nice shiny leather? Is your cologne so heavy it could kill a gorilla or just a light aroma that is subtle and less noticeable unless one is really checking you out?

They know which hotels you try to impress them with and the rates of the rooms. They notice if your seats are cloth or leather. Does the car smell like weed, alcohol, Burger King, cigarettes, or that cheap, shitty little pine air freshener tree hanging from the mirror?

They take it all in. Where you take them to eat. What you offer when you get there. They look to see if you get coffee at WaWa, Mini Mart, or Starbucks?

I have had in depth conversations with girls. Some many of you will never get to see. Not because of your personality traits, inability, or anything you did. Rather because you just may not know they are available out there. These are the things they tell me they look at when they size up a guy.

Never lose sight that we become special to these girls because of what we have to offer and how long we have to offer it. Not who we are. We remain special until someone comes along with what you ran out of. Then that makes them special. As non addicted individuals they wouldn't be caught dead with most us.

A girl once related to me an interesting statement. I think we can all take something of value away by understanding it fully.

She said "It's got nothing to do with who you are. What you have done for me, how many times you have bailed her out of being sick. Nor how many times you fed her. It's all about what can you do for her now that matters". Now if that doesn't put us all in our proper place then nothing will.

We can all believe whatever we choose. We can fantasize what we like. We can think we are what we aren't or what we are. Doesn't matter. The new breed of actresses is available. I recently gave a girl a ride to an appointment she had. She got out of a car of what she calls a "regular". She said "what a dickhead he is". I thought to myself that's probably what she says after she leaves me. Where am I any different than anyone else. The same with each of us. So whatever she tells us about the other mongers she's telling other mongers about the rest of us. Hmmmm. Isn't that "special?" Me, I'm just an 'OL Gator.[/QUOTE]Truer words have never been spoken. 100% spot on!

I also side with you that most males just don't understand that we don't matter to women as individuals. Females only give us the illusion that we matter only when they need or want something from us. But as soon as their needs are met, or they find a man that will put them in a better station in life, they will file for divorce or just leave you.

Studies show that females don't find the male body even attractive. Females need to be incentivised to engage with males and that's why down through history even up to today multiple women will gladly share the same man even if he's an ass# and treats them like s $$$ so as long as he is rich / famous. Pro athletes and rock stars have harems of women in each state / country and many of those women are married whose husbands don't know.

I once knew a guy who owned a Ferrari back in the day and he told me that car was the ultimate chick magnet. Women use to routinely flash him on the freeway and coming back to his parked car from going out women use to leave their panties on his windshield with the telephone number written on it. His girlfriend at the time made him get rid of the car because of situations like that.

That said, it has been said the most honest woman is a prostitute. The most honest transaction between a man and woman will be between a John and a prostitute.

I'm sorry Ol' Gator. I found my true love.

[QUOTE=CookyJar;4126408]I've are not finished with the Jojo saga.

I had greedily swallowed my blue pill.

[size=2][b] What now? What were my options? What should I have done? What would you have done?[/b][/size]
[/QUOTE]

Thanks for all of the information on how and where to acquire little blue pills. But! That wasn't the issue. Obviously, I had had a little blue pill. I didn't need another.

Once I take that pill, somebody gonna get fucked. Somebody, gonna suck some dick.

As I drove down to Kensington Avenue I thought to myself, at this stage, very little in the way of standards mattered. I was looking for a clean girl with a clean pussy and mouth. Looks didn't matter.

I knew Liz from a previous encounter. I knew her from a visit at the $10 house were Ann lived. During that visit I had been introduced to Liz as a future prospective date. Liz had offered and given me a sample of her talents. I was impressed, not just by her skills, but by her boobs and outgoing nature as well.

When I first saw Liz near Huntingdon Station, off of Kensington Avenue, I did not recognize her. She quickly reminded me with a flash of her breast.

As I have previously mentioned, many times in previous post, I was not looking for love. But! I found love with Rain. Rain walked by as I was talking to Liz. With her head hanging low and shoulders preceding her body, she looked like she was having a day like mind when Jojo had left me. Rain turned my day around, making up for Jojos leaving. In fact, by the time our date had ended and all things being equal, I was happy with the confusion of events that had led me to find my future wife.

From the start, Liz and Rain got along great. I got the impression that they had been friends for years. After the photo session, the three of us got together with a crash. Mid-way, Liz decided that she needed to leave. She decided to forgo compensation for the great action she had so far provided stating that she was feeling ill and needed her meds. By that time I was engrossed by Rains abilities. Liz had held her own, but Rain was way ahead on points.

At about 5'10" Rain is tall, healthy and vigorous. She is a PAWG (not a fatty), no doubt about that. She was way ahead of me, anticipating my every need, doing the things I like before I could ask. Bracing herself against the wall, she pushed back using the fullness of her large buttocks to rock my world. This was after a BBBJ where she had gone butt wild, from deepthroating, to soft and slow, fast and deliberate and everything in between. While she sucked, she bobbed and weaved, throated and licked, went from low to high and back low, ending with a mouth full of balls, before licking lower and starting all over again. ( I love it when a girl can reach her tongue out, touch and lick your balls while deepthroating.) Her entire body was her instrument, her tool and she laid it all against mine. Once everything was done and said, I could do little more. In a breathless whisper, I proposed marriage.

CookyJar

[QUOTE=Gator145;4128598]You know CookyJar and Lance you both hit the nail right where it should be hit. That being about it's all business and dollar driven. Who we are matters little to these girls.
Me, I'm just an 'OL Gator.[/QUOTE]Damn! Some sweet young thing really did a number on you guys.

I don't know about the rest of you assholes, but I've found true love.

As we were getting dressed, as I was praising her performance and after I'd asked for her hand, I told rain I wanted to see her again. She didn't have a phone, but told me that she was normally on the avenue where I had found her. She said if I saw her with a guy, it's her boyfriend. She said I should still stop, because he knew what she did. She also told me that they help each other out so he wouldn't mind.

Of cause she will stop seeing him and everyone else once we are married. That's what she said.

CookyJar.


PS: She was really proud of her tongue piecing.

[QUOTE=Lance547;4129244]Truer words have never been spoken. 100% spot on!

I also side with you that most males just don't understand that we don't matter to women as individuals. Females only give us the illusion that we matter only when they need or want something from us. But as soon as their needs are met, or they find a man that will put them in a better station in life, they will file for divorce or just leave you.

Studies show that females don't find the male body even attractive. Females need to be incentivised to engage with males and that's why down through history even up to today multiple women will gladly share the same man even if he's an ass# and treats them like s $$$ so as long as he is rich / famous. Pro athletes and rock stars have harems of women in each state / country and many of those women are married whose husbands don't know.

I once knew a guy who owned a Ferrari back in the day and he told me that car was the ultimate chick magnet. Women use to routinely flash him on the freeway and coming back to his parked car from going out women use to leave their panties on his windshield with the telephone number written on it. His girlfriend at the time made him get rid of the car because of situations like that.

That said, it has been said the most honest woman is a prostitute. The most honest transaction between a man and woman will be between a John and a prostitute.[/QUOTE]Studies show that females don't find the male body even attractive.

[blue][Deleted by Admin][/blue] and wg when watching wresting get ecstatic. They (females) state look at his body; meaning lean and trim. Hulk Hogan, the rock, stone cold and others women do go crazy for. A fit male body drives most women into a pipe dream. [blue][Deleted by Admin][/blue] on ave said this guy is so good looking that I would lick his b.

[QUOTE=CookyJar;4129500]Damn! Some sweet young thing really did a number on you guys.

I don't know about the rest of you assholes, but I've found true love.

As we were getting dressed, as I was praising her performance and after I'd asked for her hand, I told rain I wanted to see her again. She didn't have a phone, but told me that she was normally on the avenue where I had found her. She said if I saw her with a guy, it's her boyfriend. She said I should still stop, because he knew what she did. She also told me that they help each other out so he wouldn't mind.

Of cause she will stop seeing him and everyone else once we are married. That's what she said.

CookyJar.


PS: She was really proud of her tongue piercing.[/QUOTE]Congrats CookyJar. I knew you would find love sooner or later. You were just waiting in line. Now I hope you understand that doesn't make you "special". I read your news this morning. It's almost lunchtime. Want you to know I just stopped laughing long enough to wish you well with this one. How many times have I done that? Please, by all means, keep us informed. Don't forget my wedding invite. BTW no more wedding gifts. This is getting to be expensive. Me, I'm just an 'OL Gator.

[QUOTE=CookyJar;4129470]I'm sorry Ol' Gator. I found my true love.



Thanks for all of the information on how and where to acquire little blue pills. But! That wasn't the issue. Obviously, I had had a little blue pill. I didn't need another.

Once I take that pill, somebody gonna get fucked. Somebody, gonna suck some dick.

As I drove down to Kensington Avenue I thought to myself, at this stage, very little in the way of standards mattered. I was looking for a clean girl with a clean pussy and mouth. Looks didn't matter.

I knew Liz from a previous encounter. I knew her from a visit at the $10 house were Ann lived. During that visit I had been introduced to Liz as a future prospective date. Liz had offered and given me a sample of her talents. I was impressed, not just by her skills, but by her boobs and outgoing nature as well.

When I first saw Liz near Huntingdon Station, off of Kensington Avenue, I did not recognize her. She quickly reminded me with a flash of her breast.

As I have previously mentioned, many times in previous post, I was not looking for love. But! I found love with Rain. Rain walked by as I was talking to Liz. With her head hanging low and shoulders preceding her body, she looked like she was having a day like mind when Jojo had left me. Rain turned my day around, making up for Jojos leaving. In fact, by the time our date had ended and all things being equal, I was happy with the confusion of events that had led me to find my future wife.

From the start, Liz and Rain got along great. I got the impression that they had been friends for years. After the photo session, the three of us got together with a crash. Mid-way, Liz decided that she needed to leave. She decided to forgo compensation for the great action she had so far provided stating that she was feeling ill and needed her meds. By that time I was engrossed by Rains abilities. Liz had held her own, but Rain was way ahead on points.

At about 5'10" Rain is tall, healthy and vigorous. She is a PAWG (not a fatty), no doubt about that. She was way ahead of me, anticipating my every need, doing the things I like before I could ask. Bracing herself against the wall, she pushed back using the fullness of her large buttocks to rock my world. This was after a BBBJ where she had gone butt wild, from deepthroating, to soft and slow, fast and deliberate and everything in between. While she sucked, she bobbed and weaved, throated and licked, went from low to high and back low, ending with a mouth full of balls, before licking lower and starting all over again. ( I love it when a girl can reach her tongue out, touch and lick your balls while deepthroating.) Her entire body was her instrument, her tool and she laid it all against mine. Once everything was done and said, I could do little more. In a breathless whisper, I proposed marriage.

CookyJar[/QUOTE]Ohhhh CookyJar, your out doing yourself, nice and keep up the good work! I always love your posts and photos, it's as real as it gets!

The Tall Man.