CookyJar's Streetwalker Photos

[CookyJar]

I agree with you that Ryan is a nice girl.
Me, I'm just an 'OL Gator.

I'm about to finish up the Ry-Ann episode. Before I ended her story, I need to clear-up the question of her actual name.

Ok! Ok! I was wrong and you all were right. After our first date, Ry-Ann wrote her name on a slip of paper along with her phone number. Do not ask me why, but I read it as My-Ann. While clearing the area around my desk, I came across that slip of paper, which I thought I had tossed. Sure enough, big as day, there it was in her hand writing. She spells it, Ry-Ann, with a hyphen. With a hyphen!

CookyJar.

P.S.: Please don't PM me asking for her cell phone number. I don't know you and you don't know me. She didn't give me permission to pass her number around. And! She is very easy to find, especially for those who are truly looking.

[Gator145]

Hi,

LOL to miss out on this gem b / c of some perceived evilness is just plain silly.
She has a sweet heart and is a kind and good girl. You can't judge people by that tats. That's just silly.
She is close to a 10 and I don't mean on looks alone.

Bye now.

I agree with you that Ryan is a nice girl. I've never had any issues with her either. I don't think KStreetWatcher was really judging anyone. I believe he was just stating a preference. We all have what we find attractive and unattractive. He simply does not find that type of tat his cup of tea.

I know plenty of women that for different reasons I do not find them to be attractive to me. I make no judgements about them. Its just a fact of life. When dealing with various elements I find it interesting what others may see in a provider. In as much as I find what you have to say of Ryan interesting. What I have noticed over the years is there may be fifteen guys that like a girl and thirteen for reasons of their own don't. Each of us make our own minds up about who we play on the playground with. Those are choices we make not judgements. Me, I'm just an 'OL Gator.

[CookyJar]

… The story doesn't end here, with My-Ann and I having a great photo session. There is more, much more. There is always something else.
CookyJar.

We entered the house and after I meant the inn-keeper and settled-up, My-Ann told me about a girl that stayed there. Apparently there was a girl that lives there, who sometimes dated. At my request, My-Ann checked with the inn-keeper. The girl was there but she was asleep. He would wake her, if I wanted to see her. At my request, the inn-keeper woke the girl up.

And that's how I got to know Ann.

CookyJar.

[CookyJar]

Ann is a late twenties MILF, with great boobs and a soft body. Ann and My-Ann together are the best of both worlds.

I am almost at the end of this adventure. There is a little more. I still have to tell about the two girls and the service provided.

CookyJar.

[CookyJar]

She is a cute girl and as skinny as she is she still has a little bit cleavage on her. If she were naked in front of me on a bed I would be on it no doubt, no hesitation. But now that I "know" it's there I would not date her based solely on the tattoo she has on her left shoulder. I have no idea why girls think the need something hideous and repulsive on them. It really takes away from their beauty it doesn't enhance it at all. I don't want to look down at that when I'm screwing her it turns me off. Granted I am not a tat man to begin with but her other featured tat of lilies is fine with me. I might have went and looked for her but when I start seeing dark, evil, satanic stuff I steer away. To each their own.
Nice find Mr CJ.
KSW.

I agree with you 99.99 percent. I don't get the whole cultural admiration for tattoos. I'm not a fan. I don't have any, myself. If others want them, I can't knock them for what I don't understand.

When I have tried to get a understanding and asked people why they get tattoos, the answers vary widely. I've never came upon anyone who willingly admits to regretting getting a tattoo. I know that can't be true. There is one tattoo that I dislike beyond all others. I hate that big tattoo across a girl's chest. The subject doesnt matter.

To be completely honest, I couldn't have told you the subject of any of her tattoos until you pointed them out. I'm just not that into tattoos, I don't pay that much attention to them. Ask me about her pussy, her ass, her legs, her face or her perky little breast - those I noticed. I could pick her pussy out of a line-up. Frankly I could care less about her tattoos.

KStreetWatcher, you've been around for a while and long enough not to take this personal. Like I said, I'm with you 99.99%. I have to ask, what it is about that one particular tat that sat you off. If it was a swastika, KKK sign, or gang symbol, I'd understand - maybe. Are you superstitious?

Superstition is any belief or practice that is irrational - i.e., it arises from ignorance, a misunderstanding of science or causality, a positive belief in fate or magic, or fear of that which is unknown.


Are you implying that she may be a witch? Are you worried that she may work a, Love Spell, on you? As long as her head doesn't spin around and she doesn't start spitting gross green glop, I'd fuck her. I've always thought witches would have some good pussy. After all, if bad girls rock, who can be as bad as a demonic witch?

Of all of the things that My-Ann has or has not got going for her, the least objective is that tattoo IMHO.

CookyJar

PS: I noticed that she doesn't have a, "Tramp Stamp," which is the only tat that I kind of like.

[SuperPerv86]

She is a cute girl and as skinny as she is she still has a little bit cleavage on her. If she were naked in front of me on a bed I would be on it no doubt, no hesitation. But now that I "know" it's there I would not date her based solely on the tattoo she has on her left shoulder. I have no idea why girls think the need something hideous and repulsive on them. It really takes away from their beauty it doesn't enhance it at all. I don't want to look down at that when I'm screwing her it turns me off. Granted I am not a tat man to begin with but her other featured tat of lilies is fine with me. I might have went and looked for her but when I start seeing dark, evil, satanic stuff I steer away. To each their own.

Nice find Mr CJ.

KSW.

Indeed to each his own. It's an ugly tattoo I'll give you that. Wouldn't phase me tho. Good find CJ.

[KStreetWatcher]

Since that day I have been searching for those two girls. I had not had any luck until one late afternoon, after leaving New Jersey and my date with Tiffany and Natasha, while driving back through Kensington I spotted a blonde with a familiar tattoo. It was one of the girls I had been looking for. It was My-Ann.

CookyJar.

She is a cute girl and as skinny as she is she still has a little bit cleavage on her. If she were naked in front of me on a bed I would be on it no doubt, no hesitation. But now that I "know" it's there I would not date her based solely on the tattoo she has on her left shoulder. I have no idea why girls think the need something hideous and repulsive on them. It really takes away from their beauty it doesn't enhance it at all. I don't want to look down at that when I'm screwing her it turns me off. Granted I am not a tat man to begin with but her other featured tat of lilies is fine with me. I might have went and looked for her but when I start seeing dark, evil, satanic stuff I steer away. To each their own.

Nice find Mr CJ.

KSW.

[PowerDog69]

I have seen your post for a while now, they make me want to move to Phili. Keep up the good work.

[CookyJar]

This brings us to My-Ann. This story is not as dramatic as the one surrounding Bambi. My-Ann's story is far more rewarding, productive and just as incredible, IMHO. Her story is more about why I continue to do what I do. My-Ann's story has to do with the joys and pleasures of the search and the find.

Of all the walks I have taken down Kensington Avenue, this is the one I would have liked to have shared with the Glockman. We both might have learned a little something.

CookyJar.

I first saw My-Ann about two months ago. She was standing on Kensington Avenue, near Huntingdon Station with another girl. I thought they were friends. They both were hot. I spoke too the other girl and she seemed a little tight, a bit stand-offish. So I passed them both up and settle for another date with Michelle. After my date with Michelle, I drove back to where I had seen the two girls they were gone.

Since that day I have been searching for those two girls. I had not had any luck until one late afternoon, after leaving New Jersey and my date with Tiffany and Natasha, while driving back through Kensington I spotted a blonde with a familiar tattoo. It was one of the girls I had been looking for. It was My-Ann.

There were a couple of problems. I was beat, worn out. My ass was dragging. And! On top of being dehydrated, I was cash broke. I came out with just enough money. Tiffany, Natasha and the Budget Inn had broken me. I didn't even have enough money to pay the rent. Now that I had found My-Ann, I didn't want to let her get away without giving it the old boy scout try. I negotiated the best deal I could. My-Ann and I agreed on an outside photo session, forgoing the need for a room. As I drove to the outdoor site I slushed down two bottles of water. I felt so bad that I told My-Ann if I didn't feel better and wasn't able to do the photo session, I would still give what I promised. As the gods would have it, I was able to walk in the heat to a suitable outdoor location where I was able to take a few pictures. But! My-Ann's story doesn't end here.

As we drove back to Kensington Avenue we promised each other that we would meet again and do it for real.

CookyJar.

[CookyJar]

After a few weeks, I returned to the avenue. My objective was to find either My-Ann, Bambi or someone totally new. To my surprise, the avenue was packed with new, promising faces. I drove down to the Huntingdon Station area, where I almost immediately spotted that familiar shoulder tattoo and My-Ann. She hadn't seen me as I passed and made a loop around.

On my second pass, before I got to where My-Ann was sitting, I came across Nikki. (If you don't remember Nikki, click here: Nikki Finished. ) I pulled over, parked and I stopped for Nikki and asked the little spinner if she'd like to do a double date. She said, "Yes. " I then pointed out My-Ann, where she was sitting and asked Nikki to walk over and ask My-Ann to come to my car. It turned out that not only did the two girls know each other, they were both eager to do the double date.

Off we were to my favorite $10 spot. Unfortunately, when we got there the landlord was not there and the house was temporarily close. When she heard this delaying news, Nikki was visibly shaken. Her chin dropped as she lowered her head in obvious disappointment. It was like someone had stuck her with a pin and deflated her. She had been counting very hard on the quick payday. I drove down a few blocks and pulled over. I could tell that Nikki was no longer into it. She was sick and had placed all her hopes on a quick date. I knew from experience that taken a sick girl on a double date would likely end in disaster. I gave Nikki the option to leave and get better, with a little help from me or hang in for at least an hour and complete the double date. If she opted to leave now, there would be no harm done and maybe we could do something together in the future. Nikki decided to take the deal I was offering, enough to get herself better and leave us to perhaps find someone else in better condition. Nikki got out and walked back towards the avenue. I was more than just a little relieved. During our drive we had passed by a few new girls that I would have gladly exchanged for Nikki.

My-Ann moved from the backseat to the front and we talked. She agreed with me, Nikki's attitude had suddenly deflated. She added that not only did she know of another $10 place where we could visit, she also had a pretty friend who would make a great replacement for Nikki. As we drove toward this new place, My-Ann attempted to call her friend. Unfortunately, as we parked outside of our destination, My-Ann had not been able to reach her friend. We entered the new place, just the two of us.

And! That is how we ended up inside. But! The story doesn't end here, with My-Ann and I having a great photo session. There is more, much more. There is always something else.

CookyJar.

[CookyJar]

Thanks for the reply. Still wondering about Bambi. Is she a 6-footer?

Bambi is about 5' 8" or 5' 9".

CookyJar.

[ShortGirlsRock]

Alexis is long go. I had not seen her in years. Since that picture was taken she has had a least one kid. I featured her at least twice after that picture was taken. You will not be able to recognize her.

CookyJar.

Thanks for the reply. Still wondering about Bambi. Is she a 6-footer?

[Glockman]

In my humble opinion, this is some of your best contributions to date. I am impressed and envious.

There is no denying your technical abilities and creativeness. It is your creativeness that I most envy. I have to wonder, if given the opportunity could I be as imaginative?

You recently mentioned being in a 3 hour session. My sessions seldom go pass an hour and a half (usually they last about an hour). Every one of my sessions is restricted by chance. Even if I have a specific model in mind, finding a model is strictly by chance. Once I have a model, her needs often determine our time together. Taking a sick girl away from the stroll for more than an hour is not something I would recommend.

There is also the question of equipment. When I first started out on Kensington Avenue, I was amazed by the beauty of some of the girls I would find. I thought to improve on my photographs by adding to the equipment I used. I put a few lamps, an umbrella, tripod and extra lens in the back of my van. I never got to use any of it, beyond my camera and an external hand held flash. Lugging what appears to be expensive photographic equipment, in and out of the places I go, just didn't seem a wise move.

Doing things the way I do them I am restricted by time, a lack of equipment, poor location and the bad habits that I have picked-up. Bad habits? I am talking about the bad habits and creative rut I have gotten used to doing. In an effort to get the maximum bang for my buck, I have settle into going for the same mundane poses, over and over again as quickly as I can. I sometime wonder have my creative juices gone sour.

As envious as I maybe, I am often mortified by the results I can sometime achieve.

This brings us to My-Ann. This story is not as dramatic as the one surrounding Bambi. My-Ann's story is far more rewarding, productive and just as incredible, IMHO. Her story is more about why I continue to do what I do. My-Ann's story has to do with the joys and pleasures of the search and the find.

Of all the walks I have taken down Kensington Avenue, this is the one I would have liked to have shared with the Glockman. We both might have learned a little something.

CookyJar.

Damn CL. I would love to get her in front of my Nikon D500. But I would be a fish out of water on the K. I am scared shitless of SWs in Memphis. My guess is that SWs in Philly are 10 times more dangerous. But damn would I like to try. I would be easy pickings though. I'm no Pollyann. I've done the Reeperbahn in Hsmburg, the Red Light in Amsterdam. But the K in Philly is different. My hats off to you

[TheSwampHawk]

The Master never disappoints! Characteristically great work and tremendous subject.

Your contributions are a gift to all of us.

Thanks,

-SH.

In my humble opinion, this is some of your best contributions to date. I am impressed and envious.

There is no denying your technical abilities and creativeness. It is your creativeness that I most envy. I have to wonder, if given the opportunity could I be as imaginative?

You recently mentioned being in a 3 hour session. My sessions seldom go pass an hour and a half (usually they last about an hour). Every one of my sessions is restricted by chance. Even if I have a specific model in mind, finding a model is strictly by chance. Once I have a model, her needs often determine our time together. Taking a sick girl away from the stroll for more than an hour is not something I would recommend.

There is also the question of equipment. When I first started out on Kensington Avenue, I was amazed by the beauty of some of the girls I would find. I thought to improve on my photographs by adding to the equipment I used. I put a few lamps, an umbrella, tripod and extra lens in the back of my van. I never got to use any of it, beyond my camera and an external hand held flash. Lugging what appears to be expensive photographic equipment, in and out of the places I go, just didn't seem a wise move.

Doing things the way I do them I am restricted by time, a lack of equipment, poor location and the bad habits that I have picked-up. Bad habits? I am talking about the bad habits and creative rut I have gotten used to doing. In an effort to get the maximum bang for my buck, I have settle into going for the same mundane poses, over and over again as quickly as I can. I sometime wonder have my creative juices gone sour.

As envious as I maybe, I am often mortified by the results I can sometime achieve.

This brings us to My-Ann. This story is not as dramatic as the one surrounding Bambi. My-Ann's story is far more rewarding, productive and just as incredible, IMHO. Her story is more about why I continue to do what I do. My-Ann's story has to do with the joys and pleasures of the search and the find.

Of all the walks I have taken down Kensington Avenue, this is the one I would have liked to have shared with the Glockman. We both might have learned a little something.

CookyJar.

[CookyJar]

Like Glock, your photos (and especially these close-in portraits) capture the different personalities of each of your subjects. Glock's a more refined, but that's likely a function of the subjects rather than any reflection of the relative photographic skills you each possess. As for the girls' photos themselves, here are some of my brief thoughts:
Roman

After your excellent commentaries on my earlier contribution, I was wondering if you would care to comment on Glockman's most recent contribution.

I find myself a little speechless. Plus! I need to do a little editing on the next set of My-Ann's pictures. I am also tasked with writing My-Ann's story.

IMHO, the last 10 pictures posted here by Glockman merits more than a passing glance.

CookyJar.