The Good Old Days in the mid 90's!
[QUOTE=SoccerFan4245;7477309]Actually and with all due respect, he is somewhat telling the truth. I worked in Chicago from 91-95. North Ave was a hopping stroll. There were several out late at night. There were many wearing skimpy outfits but not most. They would be in short skirts, tights and spiked boots. There coats were short but looked warm. They were always freezing and very grateful to be in the car. Most of the girls back then were better looking than what we have now. Perhaps Chicago isn't much different these days.
My best memories are from Chicago. I was in Minneapolis prior to that and it wasn't even close. Those girls looked like Eskimos.[/QUOTE]Yeah, I was there close to the same time, starting around 94, it was like the Wild West of the sex trade back then along North Avenue in Chicago, totally different attitude! They really dressed for the part back then, yes, even in single digit cold, believe me! That's how I got into this, the packaging and product was completely different compared to the miserable scene in this town now. If you drive down Chicago's North Avenue today you wouldn't even recognize it or see any SW's, it's totally changed. Expensive car dealerships, fancy retail stores and high priced real estate. The last time I got glimpse of that type of action was right before Covid, down in Orlando, Florida on the notorious OBT. On a cool Monday night I seen about 40 or more SW's there, however I was down there last March on a Saturday night, but it was totally dead, nothing anywhere. Times change.
Erika, Erika, Alyssa, Pink, and Kassy
All of my posts on this website are fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
Hard chronological data:
Erika car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Erika car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Alyssa car date BBBJ 20.
Pink car date BBBJ 20.
Kassie car date BBBJ CIM WS 30.
I am great. I am legend.
I am the truth. I am the light. I am the way. Follow me, and ye shall never be lead astray.
I came to town on business Thursday evening. I cruised for perhaps 45 minutes before texting Erika. I told her that I'm about to go to work, and that I have to drop her back off by exactly 48 minutes from now if we do a date. She texted back immediately and told me to come and get her. She was out at my car 5 minutes after I pulled up. We repaired to the alley right behind her coldwater abode and parked just across the alley from it, behind a business. She stays about a mile away from Silver City. She sucked my cock using her trademark heavenly techniques, though compromised by her dopey state. She was nodding off. Nothing a rhythmic hand gently pressing the back of her head can't fix. Erika was alternating between the fast vertical motion and her signature stationary glans-tonguing. I was trying to hold my seed in because I feel so helpless under Erika's confident and skilled caresses, and because I had to head right off to work in some minutes and didn't want to arrive untidy. Try as I may, I lost the fight, and my precious seed came shooting into Erika's hungry, capable mouth in a torrent. Most of my orgasms last 8-10 seconds. This one lasted 12-15 seconds. Erika was determined to send me to work a limp mess- but relaxed and happy. And I dropped her off on the dot, exactly 48 minutes after the first text I sent her! Erika is such a wonderful provider, meeting me with so little notice and such a tiny timeframe to get the date done in! And nodding off, to boot. We parted ways on a high note, having been in each other's presence for perhaps 25 minutes, including my urinating out the door before the date, the blow job itself, cleanup after the date, finding a spot, and the drive one block to the spot, and one block back (doing almost a half-circle twice: driving down the street, then back up the alley is one block of driving). I really appreciate her efficiency. With the streets being pretty desolate in the cold, it is a blessing to have such a great cocksucker not only reachable via a long-term phone number, but able to pull off a quick date when I'm in a time crunch and just need to ejaculate.
I went to work, then returned to Silver City in the wee hours.
I cruised the streets from around 2:30 until 3:30. Met one mixed or Latina Natasha at around 3:00 am On 14th and Lincoln as she was walking eastbound. Grabbed her twat through my driver's window, so she couldn't get in a demand money to exit. I had asked already, through the passenger's window, what she's trying to get, and she'd said 30. So now, I asked her if I could pay her 20 if I don't finish. She stammered a bunch of syllables, but "yes" wasn't among them. She finished up with the firm statement "You will finish. " I replied, "I'm sorry, but I'm going to pass" and drove away, with her looking at me in disappointment and disgust.
At 3:30, I texted Erika again, and she again immediately texted back. She arrived at my car probably 2 or 3 minutes after I pulled up. We pulled into the alley behind her coldwater abode again, but someone else was parked in that lot, too; so, we repaired a block or two down, in that same alley, and parked behind some apartments. From the moment she entered my vehicle, I noticed that she was chipper and alert and all with it, unlike her deadheadedness earlier. This bish sucked a great cock, making me gasp and shake and shudder over and over again. When I was probably a minute or two away from climax, a car pulled in two spots away from us, and their location seemed to be beyond the end of the line of spots, so we figured we might be in their spot. So, we drove and looked for another spot. We found a spot on a street about a block away, and Erika resumed. It is so rare for a bish to not show any signs of impatience or begrudgingness when she's about to resume the blow job on a dick that has since deflated. Erika is that rare bird. She resumed giving me the greatest blowjob imaginable. Just a few minutes after resuming, she procured a torrent of sperm that splatter painted her pink walls white. Ah, heaven. I tidied up as quickly as I could and dropped her off without any emotion, around 30 minutes after picking her up. Cum dumpsters and ATM machines serve our respective purposes. Semper Fi!
I laid down to sleep in my car at about a quarter after 4 in the morning, and woke up at around 10 Friday. Got a bite to eat and some gas, then resumed the stroll at around 11:30 in the morning. After a few laps up and down Greenfield, a few on Lincoln, and one on National, I spotted Jen's cousin Alyssa on Greenfield Avenue, strutting eastbound on the south sidewalk, between 24th and 23rd streets, with her sexy, shapely, huge ass and thighs. A car came up behind me when I was at the stop sign at 23rd, so I pulled just onto Greenfield Avenue in front of that church or school (whatever it is), and scooped her there. She has some good techniques and nice, big dick-sucking lips, but no rhythm, even after I admonished her to insert rhythm. So, between her lack of rhythm and the two loads Erika drained out of me the previous evening through late night, I didn't even get very hard. Maybe 55% at the peak. So, after what I estimate to be 8 minutes, I called it off and paid her her 20 and dropped her off at the most notorious trap- the one Erika works at sometimes, and which Alyssa claims she works at, too.
Cruised for a couple more hours, and then at around 3:00 in the afternoon, I picked up Marissa, who I'd mentioned a couple of times on here, mistakenly saying she's white. She's clearly hispanic. She was at her normal perch, on 22nd street, between Greenfield and Orchard. This would have been my first date with her, but she got cold feet and when we were a few blocks up the street on our way to one of my spots, she lied and said, in a desperate tone, that she needs to buy drugs first, and that she has her own money to do it with. So, I dropped her off at a different trap house, and there was another slore there on the sidewalk, and they talked. I pulled into the alley and said, "If she doesn't come back out, would you like to do a date with me?" She said "yes". I asked her her name, and she said "Pink". Then Marissa told her to do the date with me, and told me that we'll catch up next time we see each other. I was delighted, because while Marissa is a decent-looking girl, Pink is hot as hell when her hair is down, as it was! A young freshie! Just served three years in prison, for what she would not say, but 31 years old and looks like mid-twenties. Pudgy but pleasantly so. White. Marissa didn't even go into the trap. LOL Fucking liar. Pink agreed to my terms, but then said that she is the very best, and guaranteed that she will give the best blow job I've ever had, and that while I don't have to tip, she thinks it would be appropriate for me to do so if she does a really great job. Well, she couldn't even get me hard either, and never started doing rhythm, even after I admonished her to. So, I handed her her 20, and the drive back consisted of her requesting to watch Erika such my cock to see how it's done. She claims she's only been hoaring for 3 months, but that she had sucked one cock a ton of times prior to that, implying that she is therefore experienced. I replied that this is a whole different world, servicing multiple strangers a day. She told me that she voluntarily and happily turned a trick once 16 years ago, and did so again 14 years ago. One of the times was with a man who she estimates was in his 70's. One of the times- it could have been the same time (I can't remember) - it was with a landlord, and I am pretty sure she said it was her own landlord. She was and is very happy with herself for having performed those two independent and willful business transactions. Blessed be.
Cruised until I came. Just after dark, so probably around 5:00, I found Kassy on 7th and Lincoln, with two other hoars. All were vying, but I didn't know the others, and they didn't look too good. Kassy gave me the Kassy blow job. After those two duds, it was nice watching my big, hard cock being worked on. I rate Kassy's blow job an 8 on a scale of 0 to 10. She did ask, after perhaps 8 minutes, if I'm going to shoot soon, to which I replied in the affirmative. A couple of minutes later, I shot my load down her gullet, dropped her back off at that gas station on 5th and Hayes, and drove home happy and empty.
I love fucking women. As many women as possible. Whether one at a time or multiple at once. Variety is the spice of life, gentlemen, and don't you forget it!
Cruise til you cum.
Man is and remains an animal. Here a beast of prey, there a housepet, but always an animal.
Erika tongues cockheads while her clients shake in ecstasy.
Chella sucks balls to loosen up the sperm for ejaculation.
Jen never fails at making a cock shoot.
Renia smiles at you while she grinds your load out into her pussy.
Hazel is adept at making cocks shoot.
Jamie looks you deeply in the eyes while she squeezes a load out of your balls with her tight, wet, smooth pussy.
Krissie lies down and lets your pound your load into her pussy.
Rachel lies there with her eyes closed and basks in the feeling of getting fucked.
Jill grunts in ecstasy while you fuck her with a hard cock.
And the greatest pleasure is pounding a load into Red with your knuckles gripped white on her hips while she's bent over in front of you.
Body Shopper.
A) I confronted Eedie. B) History of conflict regarding condom refusal.
I forgot to mention in my latest report that while I was cruising on Friday afternoon, I confronted Eedie about what she did to Marshall Teech. She was walking westbound in the alley parallel to and just south of Lincoln Avenue, between perhaps 10th and 11th street. I was driving eastbound, and she came toward my car all smiles, like we're regulars, even though I've never picked her up. I said, "You just got a terrible review on the Sex Guide. " She played dumb, so I clued her in. She rejoined by stammering a bunch of lies, concocted on the fly, and thus unconvincing. She acknowledged the altercation! But she lied and said he hadn't paid her, and that she wasn't wrestling for his wallet. She also said that he punched her when he came around and dragged her out. In a feeble attempt to support her claim, as if to prove it happened, she said that he had a couple of video cameras in the car, recording the entire time. She also denied having told people to call the police, but said that a couple of people did call. My mannerisms bespoke my lack of belief in her claims. At one point, I said, "Well, see ya later," and drove off. When I did that, she got furious and just stood there, staring at me hatefully, contemplating committing an act of aggression against me as I drove off.
BTW, one of my CI's- this time a John, not a hooker- told me that Eedie recently pulled a fake gun on him, but he thought it was real until one of his CI's- a hooker- informed him that Eedie's gun is fake. This is a crudball that you pigs should never pick up! But my buddy got 5 minutes of head from her under duress. He took her far away to a spot I'd shown him, and he refused to take her back unless she sucked his dick for $20. I was on the phone the entire time, unbeknownst to her. Ha! Some people are creeps. I am worse than a creep. And in all of my years on this earth, I haven't yet met anyone scary enough to dissuade me from my path. No one can modify my behavior and attitude. No one! You see, if you take a terrorist far enough away from her stomping grounds, she will suck dick for a ride back. Every. Single. Time.
Marshall, if you're not a cop, I'm sorry for having implied that you're one. This story of yours seems to be true. I was suspicious before, because you haven't said any names that haven't been said by someone else since you joined. And the photo of the alleged fellatio was just a head of pink hair, with no steering wheel or male thighs in the photo. Stuff like that logically made me suspicious. But now, with Eedie confirming your story, it's extremely unlikely that you're a cop.
Back to the topic of women turning me down for my refusal to use a condom. Old Lady Kris on 25th-26th and Greenfield refuses, although in 2020, she said she would for an extra $10. Some young, chubby, beige, 4-eyed crud refused to in around 2018. Some young white girl this past spring, who had just turned down my buddy while I was on the phone with him, turned me down when I picked her up a few minutes later, while he was still on the phone. I guarantee she wouldn't have turned me down if she hadn't just turned him down, knowing I am in cahoots with him. And when I handed over my $25 to Jolly, she brought out the condom. I refused, and she demanded an extra $10 to do it raw. I reluctantly agreed, but told her that I will pay that extra $10 afterward. She told me to show her the $10, and I refused. We argued back-and-forth about that for another two minutes. I was lying down in my front seat, which was leaned all the way back. Jolly got out and walked back to Silver City. She's the only hooker who has ever done a cash and dash on me from far away from her stomping grounds. Every cash and dash is attributable to the hooker being a piece of shit. That having been established, what inspired this piece of shit to do a cash-and-dash? The condom refusal? The refusal to show the extra $10? Something else? Who's to know?
No, thanks. I will continue doing what I'm doing.
[QUOTE=ScooterAllCity;3403375]They'll stop you for picking up your "regular" too. Just because you know her it doesn't make it any safer if she's seen jumping into your ride in a known area of prostitution. You could land yourself a ticket for Prostitution Related Loitering. Be safe and if your regulars have working phones (a big if) call her and meet her away from the track.[/QUOTE]There has to be a line we draw regarding what is an acceptable way of life, and what is an unacceptable way of life. Just as I refuse to be helpless in my home or out of my home (unarmed) regardless of what the law says, and I refuse to allow facial recognition to detect me, and many other refusals, I also refuse to stop picking up complete strangers on Greenfield Avenue. My brazenness has caused me to be caught 5 times in the last 4 years: 3 times with a girl in my car, once with a girl in my motel room, and once trying to pick up a girl on the street. I didn't get in any trouble any of these times, but if I had, I would never have regretted it, for the same reason a lion can never regret being a lion. Just as no lion would ever cripple himself so that he could appear to be a mouse in a world of mice, a hoarmonger should never cripple himself in order to appear to be a slave in a world of slaves.
A Statistical Analysis Of 2025
"It's better to live one day as a lion than a thousand years as a lamb. " -Benito Mussolini.
Merry Christmas, Gentlemongers!
My statistics for 2025 street mongering are: 178 dates among 51 different women, 23 of whom I'd never had before this year. Comparable to my previous year, which saw me violate women on 179 occasions, among 48 different women, 30 of whom I'd never had before 2024. Of my five stated mongering goals for 2025- reported in early January of this year- I only achieved one: #4. I did not come close to achieving any of the others. And one of the goals was to limit myself in one statistic. I lived so bountifully this year that I, again, did not even come close to achieving that restrictive goal. It's good, though, that I limited myself to 178 dates, coming in at just one fewer than I did last year. It's also good that I managed to have sexual contact with 51 different hoars, up from 48 last year. That's the one goal I achieved: to do a date with at least 50 women this year. But those two statistics are both so close (percentage-wise) to last year's stats, that they are overpowered by the fact that I had a large percentage fewer new women this year than I did last year: 23 down from 30. So, in 2026, I will focus, especially early in the year, on soiling new meat. I came here from afar to stick my dick in the daughters of the community. Life is what you make of it.
Body Shopper.
Update On Brian Bates Of John T. V.
[QUOTE=Slapshot;3474820]Yeah, the Bates guy, a real creepy & strange looking weirdo who get off on video taping people having sex. I've gone at it with him a few time on Youtube, told him him he was a creep and should try to find a girl friend. He's made quite the career for himself though, but one of these days he's going to sneak up on the wrong dude & it's not going to end well for him, it's just a matter of time.[/QUOTE]It appears that Brian Bates gave up terrorizing Johns in Oklahoma City. He is now working on becoming an attorney, and is pursuing a variety of community and activist projects. It's too bad he never met the wrong John. Or maybe he did and got the crap beaten out of him. Who knows?
