Escort Reports

[NewAgain]

So, as my Newagain urges overtook my sensibilities, I started hunting for a new bird of prey yesterday afternoon. I reached out to a couple. The first little chirpy was Tiffany: http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...t/923864685276 and her comms were horrible, turned out she was stoned and we came up with a place and time, which she then said her roommate (and room was an understatement, it was a motel) had an appointment and I would have to wait longer than I wanted to. So I went back to my monger senses, and choose a backup plan. Who among us doesn't have backup plans. I reached out to Stella: http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...a/685556284029 figuring I could knock off a quick BBBJCIM and dash for a mere 80 tokens. So, she tells me where she is residing, and I drive there. While pulling into the lot, Tiffany goes off the radar, and Stella says we have to wait, as her roommate "thinks" she has a gentleman caller (my words not hers). So then I say to my self, Self, damn. Out of the blue, Stella responds back come on in, and proceeds to provide the motels room number. I knock on the door, and low and behold, Stella is in there with her roommate, both stoned out of their minds, neither dressed anywhere near what their ads reflect. Stella tells me that we can only do BBBJ as well, her red headed aunt Flow is visiting (again, my words, not hers). She says, if you want you can do my roommate, we are great friends and I would understand. I look at her roommate, and damned if it isn't Tiffany. Tiffany says sure, why not, and stands up, using a cane. I ask WTF and Stella says she needs her hip replaced, but she is good to go. The both grab fresh cigarettes and I say. Sorry, this situation is a no go. I hate smokers who light up right before our session. At this point, Tiffany is so damn high, she couldn't even comprehend what was going on and just looked at me. Now here is my biggest pet peave of this entire debacle. Why do you run ads with sexy or normal outfits on, and when we show up with our hard earned Mario coins in hand, they look like they were headed to Walmart or to change the oil in their beaters? It simply blows my mind.

[Misterm407]

You should remember this one. She has to have her husband in the room while you fuck his wife LMAO. Well she's officially in the hobby now.

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...g/327245196611

LOL BTW Mr Falken. I have mellowed. No scolding.

Run faaar away, fast.

[HoWrangler]

Reviews from last year including mine were far from positive so the fact she is trying to that type of donation is laughable. Her situation remains the same so I highly doubt she would even allow the slightest noise. I didn't even give her a second glance from the multitude of ads she currently has up, move on.

She used to give bbbjs at diamond dolls for chump change.

[NoFear101]

LOL. Just lookit that belly!. But in all fairness, maybe she's got a personality? To go with that crotch rash??

[MongerBeast]

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...q/855239106321

120 qv 160 hh 250 hour.

She's at a house on Montgomery ave in Holly Hill next to the golf course. I don't know if she's legit or not but the gps donation causes me to move on.

What is even more baffling is that this girl is fat and not very attractive and she still thinks that she is worthy of those prices.

I texted her today just to inquire and she did go down to 100 for a QV. Still too high for her.

I did a 3 way with her and Jordan about a year ago and she was not even worth me writing any additional details, it was that forgettable. I spent most of the time with Jordan, who is probably only a 4 on the looks / performance scale, so that should be enough said about this one.

[Sunny1966]

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...q/855239106321

120 qv 160 hh 250 hour.

She's at a house on Montgomery ave in Holly Hill next to the golf course. I don't know if she's legit or not but the gps donation causes me to move on.

Reviews from last year including mine were far from positive so the fact she is trying to that type of donation is laughable. Her situation remains the same so I highly doubt she would even allow the slightest noise. I didn't even give her a second glance from the multitude of ads she currently has up, move on.

[Mongerlicious]

You should remember this one. She has to have her husband in the room while you fuck his wife LMAO. Well she's officially in the hobby now.

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...g/327245196611

LOL BTW Mr Falken. I have mellowed. No scolding.

[Mongerlicious]

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...q/855239106321

120 qv 160 hh 250 hour.

She's at a house on Montgomery ave in Holly Hill next to the golf course. I don't know if she's legit or not but the gps donation causes me to move on.

[Joshua Falken]

Dear sir, it is a pleasure to read your reports. Details without crossing the line, and informative enough for us to consider the plundge. Nicely done sir. Nicely done!

Thanks NewAgain!

My posting etiquette has gone to hell lately, hasn't it. I'm usually pretty religious about including links. I've really got to stop reporting at zero-stupid-thirty in the morning.

Folks may have surmised that I was talking about the same Kate as in my recent Dirtona post. But since I feel a Mongerlicious scolding coming, lol, I'll go ahead and include it here: https://archive.ph/JMLxo.

Cheers!

[NewAgain]

Dear sir, it is a pleasure to read your reports. Details without crossing the line, and informative enough for us to consider the plundge. Nicely done sir. Nicely done!

So after being stood up by Deltona Starr, my love-hate relationship with wee Kate was further complicated by our best bedroom tussle yet, LOL. I was sitting like an idiot in a gas station parking lot in Deltona, trying to salvage the night when the burner chimed for my attention. It was the wee lass Kate, responding with those four magical words, "I have a room".

We agreed on a 100 hhr visit and I was off, racing up I-95 towards her Ridgewood hotel. Along the way she vectored me in to a trailer park off of Nova road, stating that she needed a ride to the motel. Odd, but no worries. Then she sent the standard "Let me know when you're 5 minutes away". That got me thinking. "I wonder exactly what they're doing during those five minutes?" I mused. "Taking that final hit? Shooing out the boyfriend? Stashing the roommate in the bathroom? Touching up the makeup"? The possibilities are limitless. Unfortunately I would lose track of this thought a moment later, else I would have just asked the lass. So I pick her up and we spent the next few minutes catching up on her latest whereabouts and her business aspirations. During this conversation the lass appeared lucid and coherent, and if she remembered our last date (Escort Reports #3355), she certainly didn't show it (it didn't go well).

So we arrived and alighted in a dumpy notel parking lot. Kate took me straight to the room without checking in, prompting me to think there was a standing arrangement at play with hotel management, though this is conjecture on my part. I deadbolted the door behind us as Kate scurried back to the bathroom. I disrobed and supined myself on one of the two queen beds that dominated the sparsely furnished room. Wee Kate alighted in her birthday suit a moment later, asking me if I was okay with the extra weight she'd put on since our last encounter. I told her she was beautiful (as any gentleman would) and I wasn't lying. Her skin was healthy and flawless and her breasts were a half cup size fuller. Yes, I did prefer her old spinner bod, but she still looked great, not to mention healthier than the spinner of old.

Her anxiety suitably mollified, she crawled up on to the bed and settled into a solid BBBJ before rolling on the cover and climbing aboard in cowgirl. This is where her new breasts really shone, and I spent the next few minutes massaging them, and other bits of her anatomy, as she fervently rocked away. We then switched to kneeling missionary, where I pinned her thighs back and admired her breast's newly acquired inertia as they responded to each stroke with a satisfying jiggle. We pressed on like this until I was nearing climax, prompting the switch to doggy. After a few moments I was regretting not switching sooner, as Kate began offering up genuine exhortations of pleasure (I can tell the difference). But alas, I had allowed mish to take me too far, and within a minute or two I was convulsing inside her with waves of pleasure.

We cleaned each other up with the bathroom's meager offerings before donning our clothes once more. On our way out, I noticed the lass had left her donation on the nightstand and I reminded her to grab it, narrowly averting what I'm sure would have been some angry texts later that night.

The drive back to the trailer park was actually pretty great. I think we were both surprised to learn that the other was reasonably cultured, and we amused ourselves describing the orchestral concerts and broadway productions we'd attended. I like the new healthy, sober Kate. I hope she sticks around for a while.

Epilogue: A few nights later I got to thinking about that whole five minute warning thing they do. So, like any good researcher, I decided to seek out the data, and reached out to 18 different providers I knew well, and one I wanted to know well, sending them each some variation of the following text:

"Hey baby, in your opinion, what is the most common reason/s a provider (not necessarily you) says "let me know when you're 5 minutes away"?

I wasn't really expecting much of a response, if any. As it turned out, eight providers offered legitimate answers to my question. Of these eight, most were short and sweet, but several were surprisingly long and well thought out. But it's late and I'm tired, so look out for more on this topic in a later post.

Cheers!

[Joshua Falken]

So after being stood up by Deltona Starr, my love-hate relationship with wee Kate was further complicated by our best bedroom tussle yet, LOL. I was sitting like an idiot in a gas station parking lot in Deltona, trying to salvage the night when the burner chimed for my attention. It was the wee lass Kate, responding with those four magical words, "I have a room".

We agreed on a 100 hhr visit and I was off, racing up I-95 towards her Ridgewood hotel. Along the way she vectored me in to a trailer park off of Nova road, stating that she needed a ride to the motel. Odd, but no worries. Then she sent the standard "Let me know when you're 5 minutes away". That got me thinking. "I wonder exactly what they're doing during those five minutes?" I mused. "Taking that final hit? Shooing out the boyfriend? Stashing the roommate in the bathroom? Touching up the makeup"? The possibilities are limitless. Unfortunately I would lose track of this thought a moment later, else I would have just asked the lass. So I pick her up and we spent the next few minutes catching up on her latest whereabouts and her business aspirations. During this conversation the lass appeared lucid and coherent, and if she remembered our last date (Escort Reports #3355), she certainly didn't show it (it didn't go well).

So we arrived and alighted in a dumpy notel parking lot. Kate took me straight to the room without checking in, prompting me to think there was a standing arrangement at play with hotel management, though this is conjecture on my part. I deadbolted the door behind us as Kate scurried back to the bathroom. I disrobed and supined myself on one of the two queen beds that dominated the sparsely furnished room. Wee Kate alighted in her birthday suit a moment later, asking me if I was okay with the extra weight she'd put on since our last encounter. I told her she was beautiful (as any gentleman would) and I wasn't lying. Her skin was healthy and flawless and her breasts were a half cup size fuller. Yes, I did prefer her old spinner bod, but she still looked great, not to mention healthier than the spinner of old.

Her anxiety suitably mollified, she crawled up on to the bed and settled into a solid BBBJ before rolling on the cover and climbing aboard in cowgirl. This is where her new breasts really shone, and I spent the next few minutes massaging them, and other bits of her anatomy, as she fervently rocked away. We then switched to kneeling missionary, where I pinned her thighs back and admired her breast's newly acquired inertia as they responded to each stroke with a satisfying jiggle. We pressed on like this until I was nearing climax, prompting the switch to doggy. After a few moments I was regretting not switching sooner, as Kate began offering up genuine exhortations of pleasure (I can tell the difference). But alas, I had allowed mish to take me too far, and within a minute or two I was convulsing inside her with waves of pleasure.

We cleaned each other up with the bathroom's meager offerings before donning our clothes once more. On our way out, I noticed the lass had left her donation on the nightstand and I reminded her to grab it, narrowly averting what I'm sure would have been some angry texts later that night.

The drive back to the trailer park was actually pretty great. I think we were both surprised to learn that the other was reasonably cultured, and we amused ourselves describing the orchestral concerts and broadway productions we'd attended. I like the new healthy, sober Kate. I hope she sticks around for a while.

Epilogue: A few nights later I got to thinking about that whole five minute warning thing they do. So, like any good researcher, I decided to seek out the data, and reached out to 18 different providers I knew well, and one I wanted to know well, sending them each some variation of the following text:

"Hey baby, in your opinion, what is the most common reason/s a provider (not necessarily you) says "let me know when you're 5 minutes away"?

I wasn't really expecting much of a response, if any. As it turned out, eight providers offered legitimate answers to my question. Of these eight, most were short and sweet, but several were surprisingly long and well thought out. But it's late and I'm tired, so look out for more on this topic in a later post.

Cheers!

[Jimmer76]

Cool. Seems we may have another decent one in this wft*. Found some other pics--this her?

https://escortindex.com/large/neworl.../1051621?img=0

*Weird Fucking Town.

If she would have looked anything like her pics, I wouldn't have bolted last week when I met her. Her tats on her thighs would I.D. her as being the same as the girl in the pics. Yo 'Lurking Tough' can you weight in on this? Either way. She doesn't look like those pics now!!

[Jimmer76]

👯I'm a Dancer at a local club👯.

Did she happen to mention the club that she dances at?

T-Man.

Truffle Butter is correct. Audrey said she dances at lollipops but she mentioned she hasn't been there lately bc it's been slow. Apparently dancers don't have regular shifts. They show up on days they want but have to be there by 9 and stay til 2:30. (According to Audrey). She said she would start going again soon possibly as early as Saturday.

[Truffle Butter]

👯I'm a Dancer at a local club👯.

Did she happen to mention the club that she dances at?

T-Man.

She says she works at Lollipops.

[NoFear101]

Has pictures in Las Vegas also.

Nothing on her snapchat at all either.