A Stephen King Short Poem I Dedicate To The Infamous Streetwalker Rose
Your hair is winter fire.
January embers.
My heart burns there, too.
Kicking Off The New Year In Glory!
Hello, fellow mongers, and streetwalkers alike! We are the great people who have a full soul and do not compromise with society! Johns and wholes have to unite to work for our collective betterment! If we don't hang together, we'll hang separately.
I arrived in town around a week ago and went on a 24-hour sex spree that consisted of six dates among four women (two I saw twice). This was in zero-degree weather, so 3 of the 4, I rousted out via phone. Two motel dates and four car dates. Let's get started!
I straightaway picked up Renia and went to the motel in the afternoon. We were driving 60 miles an hour. Suck, fuck, suck again. Enjoyable, but no orgasm. I asked her afterward if she'd still be up for car dates consisting of a blow job and driving at the regular miles per hour, and she said yes, then clarified that she'd do it when it gets warmer. You see, driving at this high speed and not ever coming isn't sustainable. I appreciate her, though. It's just that I'm an ugly soul whose cock and brain are set on fire by creatures like The Pig Goddess more than their nicer counterparts.
That evening, I picked up Chella and repaired to the motel with her, at 50 mph. In fact, first, she had me skulk at 10 miles an hour around her neighborhood. She left her phone with me as collateral, then she came out, and off we went. Suck, fuck, suck. I shot and she spat my goo out. I admonished her that our agreement from a couple of dates earlier was that she would swallow all of my chud. She replied that she had forgotten. On our way back, Chella reminded me to drive 40 miles per hour! I had forgotten! I apologized profusely, assuring her that it was an honest mistake. I sped up immediately to 40, and she assured me that she believed me. I then remarked that while I tend to always think the worst of people's intentions, I had better give the next person who forgets such a thing the benefit of the doubt! By the way, Chella's pussy was just as wet this time as during our first fuck, a couple of weeks earlier! This is one of the wettest, if not the wettest, pussy I have ever felt in my life! It is unbelievable and awesome!
As the wee hours rolled in, my balls began filling up with cream again, and I wanted to shoot it out so I could sleep. Toward that end, I contacted on Jackhammer Jill. I picked the girl up and got my dick sucked at 3:00 in the morning. We drove 25 miles per hour on the way there, and 5 miles per hour on the way back. Heaven! I love shooting into that woman's mouth! She is so great at cocksucking, she really deserves a medal. You know how McDonald's says billions and billions served? Well, Jill's plaque should read Tens Of Thousands Served. This woman sure loves her protein shakes!
The following day, I needed to come, so I cruised for around an hour, finding nothing, since it was around zero degrees out. By the way, I have lifted the restrictions I placed upon myself and the hookers. With total freedom I did my first sex trip of the year, wanting to pick up new bodies, but not getting to do so, because the cold caused there to be no women out who I wanted. I was accosted by one Maleena- a black woman with a European-shaped nose, standing in the parking lot of the pantry at 11th and Greenfield. I turned her down because I found her to be unattractive. During my previous trip, while I was under the restrictions I'd placed upon myself, I met one Melody at National and about 24th street. She was white and looked alright. I would have picked her up, were it not for said restrictions. She really wanted to do the date, even though it was both me and my friend in the car. But I digress.
So, the following day, as I said, I needed to come. After looking for fresh street meat for around an hour- or at least someone I hadn't had the day before- I called up the faithful and ever reliable Chella. I picked her up and went off to the races, at 20 miles per hour. Before we started, I admonished her to drink the precious liquid I produce. I'm guessing it only took this adroit swine 5 or 6 minutes to procure her drink. She drank it lovingly and dutifully. We drove 10 miles per hour on the way back. Chella is now 7 for 7 in making me come. She's rising up in this world, due to a delightful combination of positive traits: pleasant-manneredness, dedication to her task, honesty (except when she says she doesn't have drugs on her), availability, and possessing a long-term phone number. Keep an eye on this one! She has a long and glorious past on the circuit, and will continue doing great things well on into the future.
I rousted Jill out again 30 minutes after shooting into Chella's mouth. When I informed JIll that I'd shot into a face hole a mere 30 minutes earlier, her heart sunk, and she moaned, "Great". The moment she stepped into the car, I informed her of that, and admonished her that she needs to suck me for 15 minutes, if I don't come. She had agreed. Well, she only sucked me for 8 minutes (I was watching the clock), then quit! The first couple of times I asked her why she quit, she said, "I can't do this. " The next time I asked, she said, "My mouth hurts. " On our way back, I was mongering, looking for pussy, and I even zoomed south from Greenfield onto 22nd street to check out a walker, but I didn't like what I saw, so I took the alley down to 21st, then got back onto Greenfield. Jill was complaining and telling me not to monger while we drove. Then, she had me take her to a convenience store two blocks from her home. She said twice, "If you want, you can wait for me and drive me home. " That's something to think about before quitting after 8 minutes and then telling me not to look for another face to shoot in on our way back! I dropped her off and drove away. I believe that had Jill stayed on task, she would have broken Erika's record of making me come 90 minutes after I shot into Chella's face hole, and Jill would have made me shoot a mere 50 or 60 minutes after shooting in Chella's face. Those 8 minutes were 8 minutes of absolute paradise! Jill knows every millimeter of male genitalia flesh! We drove 25 miles per hour on the way to my spot, and zero miles per hour on our way back!
Right after dropping Jill off, I picked up Erin! You remember the hot one I did one glorious date with one sunny afternoon last summer, after Jill drained my balls twice the previous night? Well, this time, too, I had just been with Jill twice in the previous half-a-day. Erin and I drove 20 miles per hour on our way out to my spot. She smokes crack to get horny, then she walks the streets, looking for both money and dick. In me, she found both. While last summer, I couldn't get it up on our date, this time, I managed to, but lasted a mere half-a-minute; but that was long enough for this pig to orgasm on my cock. She had committed to a 20-minute round, and after sucking, then fucking, then sucking again, 19 minutes into her task, she procured my load. She had even admonished me, during the second sucking session, to focus on the task (my orgasm). We looked in each other's eyes as she sucked me playfully, passionately, and I dare say lustfully. I shot out a torrent of sperm into her sucking face hole. Heaven! She swallowed my issue. We drove back at 10 miles per hour. Erin is pretty new to the streets. She hasn't learned to negotiate too well, yet. Lucky me! Ha! She plays hard-to-get, though! She turns down most mongers, and even plays hard-to-get with me! On my way to pick Jill up, I had pulled up to Erin, and she said, "Come back in three minutes. " Later, she called me, and I had just dropped Jilly Bean off, so I went and scooped Erin up.
The world is full of dainties that bring delight to a man's soul. This bountiful, green earth is plentiful in its resources. We are all bound together by The Great Circle Of Life. From the soil of Vietnam and Brazil, to the semen squirting into American women's mouths, all life is connected. God bless you, merry gentlemen.
Body Shopper.