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[QUOTE=Haverhill Lite]Damn you Garthy! You tricked me!

So I head out the other day with Garthy's hot asian in mind. So naturally, I pick up the first asian girl who gives me the look. I was skeptical at first, and it turns out I had every right to be. Not quite what Garthy described. I ended up with Linda (or something like that). Not quite up to par with Garthy's event, and a good bit older too. Bah![/QUOTE]

Yup-- Linda's (or whatever her name is du jour) is kinda psycho. Not a bad person, but KINDA PSYCHO. No, she is NOT AT ALL what I described. And, as I said, my Asian girl is in NYC until Wednesday. She is definately not your average SW (and she even answers her phone in NY). If you catch her on the street, more power to ya-- but I suspect she has a few high-paying clients that she relies on. They seem to miss her even when they go away-- in other words, one in particular has already sent for her (if you catch my drift).

Steel-- I know you got the Yankee joke. I also know that you know it has NOTHING to do with that New York team who is almost no fun to root for at all...

I hope Linda at least showered this week.

I paid a visit to your fine city last week. Wasnt too bad a scene up there. I had some really old street-info courtesy of Garthy from about a year ago, turned out there's quite a few SW's in your town there. I passed a PR looking SW on the street with some insane tattoos, and I saw a couple of foreign looking girls on Main St. One of them was a knockout. This was in broad daylight too. Kind of reminds me of Waterbury but less Riff-raff around if you know what I mean. Unfortunately I was passing through and couldn't partake but I might have to take another trip up there very soon. Billy

I cruised the last couple days, but did not see anything terrific. Last night I did hook up with someone new. Pretty face, but I was unsure of the age & body, but the welcoming smile made me take the chance.

She went by an unusual name. My guess is that she was mid 40's. She was pretty. Italian looking with unbelievably curly, thick, deep brown/black hair. Great natural tits. She told me she was pretty much strapped from putting her kids through college and that the street money was "for her." She denied drug use (and I believe her).

Overall, she was excellent company and her services were extremely good. My only surprise was the unshaven bush with the thickest nest of equally big hair down below. She was quite proud of her little "love nest."

Even though I cruise the circuit quite often, I rarely pick up anyone because usually the ladies I spot just don’t meet my standards (which, surprisingly, aren’t that high). But tonight I encountered a blast from the past – Kim, a buxom blonde who back in the day was smoking hot. Tonight she looked fine from a distance, especially her amazing breasts, but once she got in the car it quickly became apparent that her time on the street had taken its toll. She reeked of booze and was barely coherent.

Needless to say, she didn’t remember me, even though I was a somewhat regular client. She gave me her tale of woe, something about her boyfriend kicking her out just a few hours before. She seemed eager to lick my balls, but I didn’t want that potentially diseased mouth anywhere near my cock. Just for old time’s sake I figure I’ll do a little Russian with her, then call it a night. She looked so pathetic that I didn’t even mind overpaying. I considered the money more as a charitable donation that a fee for service. Good thing, too, because what a disappointment she was. Once the bra came off I could see her breasts, once perky mounds of perfection, were now just droopy, saggy bags of flesh. And her performance was just as disappointing – she just lay there and even, I suspect, fell asleep for a few minutes. After a while I just gave up, put myself in order, then drove away. That’s when she started hinting around for a tip. I politely told her I’d given her all my cash. Besides, her performance hardly merited a gratuity. I hadn’t even climaxed. Well, now she starts getting a bit snippy, saying she hoped I slept well tonight in my comfy bed while she was out on the street.

She decided to go to the 24-hour McDonalds, where she hoped to take a nap, but on the way there changed her mind and asked me to take her to a convenience store in a very sketchy part of the city to pick up some cigarettes. I reluctantly agreed. As we’re pulling in, Kim says, "Please don’t leave me here. This is a dangerous area. " You think? No sooner than the words were out of her mouth when this shady fellow appears from behind the building, offering her some dubious item. She starts talking smack to the guy, telling him to get the fuck out of there. Now, I’m just a nerdy middle-aged white guy, hardly street-smart, but even I know it’s not wise to antagonize an inner-city drug dealer. The few times I’ve received drug offers on the street, I just politely say no thanks and quickly move on. Well, this guy is clearly pissed off. Then ANOTHER sketchy dude mysteriously appears from the other corner of the building. Now I’m getting nervous. Could this be some kind of setup? I suggest to Kim that perhaps we should get her cigarettes somewhere else. Oh no, she insists. This place has the lowest prices. Great. She’s going to risk her life to save what? 50 cents? Now I’d been in a similar situation a few years back, and that time the working gal I was with knew enough not only not to get out of the car, but not to roll down the windows, and urged me to get the hell out of there. But what does Kim do? She OPENS THE FRIGGIN’ DOOR and climbs out of the car, leaving the door wide open. "Go ahead – now say something smart, " says Mr. Pissed Off Drug Dealer. Kim mumbles, "I’m not trying to be smart. " All I can think of is how I’m going to pull away with the door open if the situation escalates, or if either of the fellow makes a move toward me. Thankfully, Kim shuts the door. I resist the temptation to press the button that will automatically lock all four doors. With the door shut, I can’t really make out what they’re saying, but within, say, 30 seconds the second fellow looks over at me (as I sported what I hoped looked like bored expression of indifference), gives me a viciously "friendly" smile and a wave and says, "Bye bye. " Well, that’s all I needed. I start pulling away, circling around the parking area, while Kim tries scurrying after me. Part of me felt bad abandoning her like that, but I wasn’t about to get jacked because she couldn’t think straight and was taking foolish risks. Plus, even if nothing happened at the convenience store, she had such a pissy attitude that I suspected she still might give me a hard time about getting out of the car or deciding where she wanted to get dropped off. Oh well, live and learn.

[QUOTE=T Relky]E Part of me felt bad abandoning her like that, but I wasn’t about to get jacked because she couldn’t think straight and was taking foolish risks. Plus, even if nothing happened at the convenience store, she had such a pissy attitude that I suspected she still might give me a hard time about getting out of the car or deciding where she wanted to get dropped off. Oh well, live and learn.[/QUOTE]You went above and beyond the call of duty, you were lucky to get out of there with your ass intact.

I have heard rumors that Kim was out and about recently. I have not seen her, and from that excellent report, I am glad. She was such a pretty thing and her services were always top notch. She always did have a thing for guys who beat the shit out of her.

I applaud your courage, but would not encourage interacting with Springfield drug dealers. But you know that. Something about the risks that thrill (and hopefully don't kill), right?

I had my fill tonight. Went for the higher end produce. One of my recent favorites has moved to Florida. So I had to try out some new talent. Not SW stuff, alas.

Ironically, I was just writing on the CT board that the hobby is an expensive one. But somehow on nights like tonight it seems worth it.

Gentlemen:

It's been a long time since I've posted. Please forgive me:) I've been following you boys, but just not participating much. That changed when I had a need to be in Springfield Tuesday night and decided to tour the town.

I saw Chistina walking down Belmont in the early evening. She was dressed nicely and looked quite good from the vehicle. She turned up Locust and we were able to discreetly meet up. She's very clean, early 30's, brown hair, wears cheap but decent smelling perfume and bright red lip gloss. 5'5 no more than 105#, nicely shaved and a nice ass. Tits are floppy because of her smoking habit but she had nice nipples. She’s had a kid but you wouldn’t know it. If she added 10 pounds she would have a great body. Great personality when she's on the good side of her bi-polar syndrome. The bad side isn’t that bad, just a little freaky like most of these girls.

I wanted to take her to my hotel, but she couldn’t be away for more than half an hour without her roommate freaking. I didn’t know what that was all about until I decided she was going to be worth longer than ½ hr. and went and met the roommate. We stopped at the liquor store and got a 6-pack. I’m thinking possible tag team until I met Kimberly. Fat, ugly and drunk would describe the physical side and the bad side of bi-polar would describe the mental side. After convincing her that yes, I’m a nice guy and would bring Christina back in one piece, I left the remainder of the 6-pack with Kimberly and we went on our way. By the way, they kept their place immaculately. No shit lying around whatever. On the way out I got a nice buzz from the boys smoking weed in the lobby. They said something to us but I just ignored them and we went on our way.

Convinced by Christina that we would have a better time if she had a cocktail or two we stopped at another liquor store and got a bottle of some disgustingly sweet liquor she liked. It was worth it.

Back to my room and negotiated 50 dollars for over an hour, plus a pizza to take back for her and Kimberly. By the way, Kimberly is “just a friend who cares”. Not a girlfriend so she says.

She gave a great lap dance while stripping down from her size 2 pants. She was wearing great looking see through lingerie and kept her high heels on. Nice. Went to a cbj but the ones I brought were lubricated and she couldn’t do it that way. Allergic reaction she claimed. We tried the un-lubricated ones she brought but the fit wasn’t right for me. Played around a bit more, smoked a bit o’ weed, and then proceeded to quite a few different positions. She’s flexible.

After hanging out at the hotel for a while talking and fucking around again we headed back to her place. I was really going to get the pizza for them. I had a good time with her and wanted to live up to my end of the bargain. The pizza place was around the corner from their apartment and Christina yelled up to Kimberly that we were getting pizza. She came running down the steps and they ended up in this strange argument. No pizza. Saved me $20.00 bucks!

I might be up that way again soon. There were a few more out that might be worth sampling. If nothing else I’d do her again! I'll just have to yell outside the apartment because neither one of them has a phone.

Anyone know which local motels still have short stay rooms available ?

Any one know about this one? [url]http://westernmass.craigslist.org/ers/442827920.html[/url]

She seems to post ads often but I can never get any response.

I have also tried her with no response. So I figured once was enough and stopped!

Visited here today. They tell me they have been at that location for almost 10 years.

I will share my experience via PM with those I know or those who share with me.

ciao.

It took me a while – perhaps a bit too long – to find an interesting gal out there tonight. I passed by the usual cast of characters for most of the evening. At one point there was an interesting blonde I’d never seen before with much potential, but she was snapped up before I could inconspicuously swing around a second time. I was just about to give up and call it a night in the wee hours when I spotted a pretty, 25ish-looking brunette, who seemed almost too clean and tidy to be working. But sure enough, she gave me “the look.” I discreetly pulled on to a side street and she gave me a little smile as she hopped into the car. Unfortunately, a waft of cigarette odor also accompanied her. Oh well. What do you expect from a gal off the street?

Anyway, she was prettier from a distance (aren’t they always?) but was still rather cute, with a slightly too big pointy nose, and an accent I couldn’t quite place. Her name, she said, was Lana. She seemed a bit confused when I suggested a titty-fuck, but once I explained the concept, she agreed. She pulled up her shirt to reveal a hot body that surpassed all my expectations: a smooth, flat belly and an extraordinary pair of full C cups with nice pencil-eraser nipples. But it was all downhill from there. First, she didn’t quite exactly come out and say, “OK, let’s get this unpleasantness over with” but her attitude and body language broadcast it clear enough. I tried fondling and sucking on those magnificent mammaries, but she kept interrupting the fun with such mood-diminishing remarks as “You better not cum on me” or “What’s going on? Are you close?” thereby reducing me to a quite flaccid state. For me, her hot body failed to offset her disinterested attitude, with just a hint of contempt. I tried slipping my deflated member between those luscious breasts, and when she moaned a couple times I thought maybe things were looking up. But then she’d give an impatient sigh and just ruin the moment. Eventually I gave up.

Now if you’re the type of guy who gets turned on purely by a chick’s body and not her attitude, then I’d highly recommend her. I suspect she’s new to the streets – her body is still firm and toned, not yet ravaged by drugs and abuse. So get her quick. In fairness to her, she gave no indication of being on drugs, but why the hell else would she be out there? Still, if she improved her attitude just a bit, I’m sure she could make decent bucks as a higher scale Internet provider. Her body was that good.

One footnote: A couple months ago I picked up Shannon, a gorgeous blonde in a black dress, who also at first glance seemed too stunning to be on the street. She had perky B-cups and a GREAT attitude, putting on a nice little show, moaning, talking dirty, etc. She really seemed to take pride in satisfying her client. I haven’t seen her around since. She gave me her digits, and my two recent unsatisfactory encounters have me considering giving her a call.

[QUOTE=T Relky]It took me a while – perhaps a bit too long – to find an interesting gal out there tonight. I passed by the usual cast of characters for most of the evening. At one point there was an interesting blonde I’d never seen before with much potential, but she was snapped up before I could inconspicuously swing around a second time. I was just about to give up and call it a night in the wee hours when I spotted a pretty, 25ish-looking brunette, who seemed almost too clean and tidy to be working. But sure enough, she gave me “the look.” I discreetly pulled on to a side street and she gave me a little smile as she hopped into the car. Unfortunately, a waft of cigarette odor also accompanied her. Oh well. What do you expect from a gal off the street?

Anyway, she was prettier from a distance (aren’t they always?) but was still rather cute, with a slightly too big pointy nose, and an accent I couldn’t quite place. Her name, she said, was Lana. She seemed a bit confused when I suggested a titty-fuck, but once I explained the concept, she agreed. She pulled up her shirt to reveal a hot body that surpassed all my expectations: a smooth, flat belly and an extraordinary pair of full C cups with nice pencil-eraser nipples. But it was all downhill from there. First, she didn’t quite exactly come out and say, “OK, let’s get this unpleasantness over with” but her attitude and body language broadcast it clear enough. I tried fondling and sucking on those magnificent mammaries, but she kept interrupting the fun with such mood-diminishing remarks as “You better not cum on me” or “What’s going on? Are you close?” thereby reducing me to a quite flaccid state. For me, her hot body failed to offset her disinterested attitude, with just a hint of contempt. I tried slipping my deflated member between those luscious breasts, and when she moaned a couple times I thought maybe things were looking up. But then she’d give an impatient sigh and just ruin the moment. Eventually I gave up.

Now if you’re the type of guy who gets turned on purely by a chick’s body and not her attitude, then I’d highly recommend her. I suspect she’s new to the streets – her body is still firm and toned, not yet ravaged by drugs and abuse. So get her quick. In fairness to her, she gave no indication of being on drugs, but why the hell else would she be out there? Still, if she improved her attitude just a bit, I’m sure she could make decent bucks as a higher scale Internet provider. Her body was that good.

One footnote: A couple months ago I picked up Shannon, a gorgeous blonde in a black dress, who also at first glance seemed too stunning to be on the street. She had perky B-cups and a GREAT attitude, putting on a nice little show, moaning, talking dirty, etc. She really seemed to take pride in satisfying her client. I haven’t seen her around since. She gave me her digits, and my two recent unsatisfactory encounters have me considering giving her a call.[/QUOTE]

Good luck with Shannon's digits, my man... Try them and if they work, I will be very surprised.

Lana (if she is who I think she is) is out on occasion. Can provide a very very nice experience. But as always, YMMV (and her moods may change). Still, you probably got a bargain for the price of a lap dance or two!

I cruised the last few nights and saw a lot -- of nothing worthwhile.

[QUOTE=Garthy]Visited here today. They tell me they have been at that location for almost 10 years.

I will share my experience via PM with those I know or those who share with me.

ciao.[/QUOTE]I have not been there is quite some time. I would not expect to be going back unless things have changed some. It was pretty much a hands-off experience. All the zones were no-fly-zones. Not even so much as a LAP dance.

[QUOTE=T Relky]It took me a while – perhaps a bit too long – to find an interesting gal out there tonight. I passed by the usual cast of characters for most of the evening. At one point there was an interesting blonde I’d never seen before with much potential, but she was snapped up before I could inconspicuously swing around a second time. I was just about to give up and call it a night in the wee hours when I spotted a pretty, 25ish-looking brunette, who seemed almost too clean and tidy to be working. But sure enough, she gave me “the look.” I discreetly pulled on to a side street and she gave me a little smile as she hopped into the car. Unfortunately, a waft of cigarette odor also accompanied her. Oh well. What do you expect from a gal off the street?

Anyway, she was prettier from a distance (aren’t they always?) but was still rather cute, with a slightly too big pointy nose, and an accent I couldn’t quite place. Her name, she said, was Lana. She seemed a bit confused when I suggested a titty-fuck, but once I explained the concept, she agreed. She pulled up her shirt to reveal a hot body that surpassed all my expectations: a smooth, flat belly and an extraordinary pair of full C cups with nice pencil-eraser nipples. But it was all downhill from there. First, she didn’t quite exactly come out and say, “OK, let’s get this unpleasantness over with” but her attitude and body language broadcast it clear enough. I tried fondling and sucking on those magnificent mammaries, but she kept interrupting the fun with such mood-diminishing remarks as “You better not cum on me” or “What’s going on? Are you close?” thereby reducing me to a quite flaccid state. For me, her hot body failed to offset her disinterested attitude, with just a hint of contempt. I tried slipping my deflated member between those luscious breasts, and when she moaned a couple times I thought maybe things were looking up. But then she’d give an impatient sigh and just ruin the moment. Eventually I gave up.

Now if you’re the type of guy who gets turned on purely by a chick’s body and not her attitude, then I’d highly recommend her. I suspect she’s new to the streets – her body is still firm and toned, not yet ravaged by drugs and abuse. So get her quick. In fairness to her, she gave no indication of being on drugs, but why the hell else would she be out there? Still, if she improved her attitude just a bit, I’m sure she could make decent bucks as a higher scale Internet provider. Her body was that good.

One footnote: A couple months ago I picked up Shannon, a gorgeous blonde in a black dress, who also at first glance seemed too stunning to be on the street. She had perky B-cups and a GREAT attitude, putting on a nice little show, moaning, talking dirty, etc. She really seemed to take pride in satisfying her client. I haven’t seen her around since. She gave me her digits, and my two recent unsatisfactory encounters have me considering giving her a call.[/QUOTE]


I have been w/ her a couple times, maybe she was in an off mood, I had her twice and both times, lots of fun. She didn't miss a drop, just smiled and swallowed