Streetwalker Reports

[Eric1975]

The vast majority of us couldn't afford their habit. I've talked with many of them about their habits and it pretty much comes down to "If I make $100 I have a $100 dollar a day habit, if I make $200 a day I have a $200 a day habit. " The money is staggering when you stop and think about the it, many of these slores spend between $30,000 and $70,000 a year just on dope. Double those number if they're supporting a "boyfriends" habit as well.

HS.

Yup and the more dope it takes to get the same high. More dope equals more $ . Which means turning more tricks. No wonder they burn out so quickly. Its funny, never had any real junkies back in the old BP days. Just girls looking to make a fast buck for shopping or weed. Now its totally different. I guess I've either become immune to it or its so common it doesn't faze me anymore. Maria's daughter, Barbie, Callie the street walker. All I've fucked and never gave it a second thought that they are heavy users. But you won't change them that's for sure. Just like Sierra Rose, sitting in traffic in Madison at a red light when she decided to snort a huge line of ground up perc's and oxy's, later she fucked me like a banshee, high as a kite. But it was the only way she could cope with day to day life.

[Eric1975]

For sure a hot looking babe in Callie and funny conversation. She makes fun of angel all the time when we see her. Sadly, Callie doesn't walk and I think got into harder stuff. I wish last summer she would have gone more into it when I offered double her rate. Oh well. I even told her to get into crypto as she talked about cash one time.

Well if she's gotten into the harder candy, pretty soon you won't have to offer her double her rate. She'll settle for whatever you offer. Once the junk gets a grip on her, it'll become a race against the clock to get it in before she slips into the abyss. Figured it was only a matter of time till she slipped.

[ATW2020]

So screaming and then calm, she said, "that wasn't me, that was a demon". Now the struggle begins to get her out of my car. Screaming that she wants her needle. "Its still half full". "I don't know what happened to your needle, get out of my car". I go around and open her door to pull her out. Her purse explodes all over the front seat, needles, panties, condoms, stockings, qtips, you name it. Now the neighbors are standing in their doorways watching. Still screaming and crying she puts her things together and I pull her out to the grass, and she's screaming "call the police, he's hurting me". I close the door and leave. I could still hear her crying a block away.

This was my introduction to SW's. I still attempted a few times. Either they took the 20 and jumped or I ended it early to save the skin on my dick. One night I did get Sahara to get me there but nothing like the glorious cocksuckers I have had stacked up for decades. Eventually I saw Calli. Dark skin, long tone legs, clean wig, pretty face. She jumps in and we talked and talked. She said that the girl that had demons and believed the FBI was following her because she knows things, is dead. OD. Ended up seeing her a dozen times or more but usually just talked often about the crazies we've met. Just sat right on national talking unless she wanted to move around because she was standing someone else up.

So, truthfully, if I had to marry a SW it would be calli. At least she can carry a conversation. I have never experienced the euphoria that you have experienced with Rose.

I have had some luck with STG but I end up talking to many. When they bring up demons I have given them the book "Spirit of the Rainforest". Read it. Its about a shaman that I have met personally. I may explain at a later date but its like demon porn.

And yes they sometime take your calls on speaker phone.

For sure a hot looking babe in Callie and funny conversation. She makes fun of angel all the time when we see her. Sadly, Callie doesn't walk and I think got into harder stuff. I wish last summer she would have gone more into it when I offered double her rate. Oh well. I even told her to get into crypto as she talked about cash one time.

[Double Life]

So screaming and then calm, she said, "that wasn't me, that was a demon". Now the struggle begins to get her out of my car. Screaming that she wants her needle. "Its still half full". "I don't know what happened to your needle, get out of my car". I go around and open her door to pull her out. Her purse explodes all over the front seat, needles, panties, condoms, stockings, qtips, you name it. Now the neighbors are standing in their doorways watching. Still screaming and crying she puts her things together and I pull her out to the grass, and she's screaming "call the police, he's hurting me". I close the door and leave. I could still hear her crying a block away.

This was my introduction to SW's. I still attempted a few times. Either they took the 20 and jumped or I ended it early to save the skin on my dick. One night I did get Sahara to get me there but nothing like the glorious cocksuckers I have had stacked up for decades. Eventually I saw Calli. Dark skin, long tone legs, clean wig, pretty face. She jumps in and we talked and talked. She said that the girl that had demons and believed the FBI was following her because she knows things, is dead. OD. Ended up seeing her a dozen times or more but usually just talked often about the crazies we've met. Just sat right on national talking unless she wanted to move around because she was standing someone else up.

So, truthfully, if I had to marry a SW it would be calli. At least she can carry a conversation. I have never experienced the euphoria that you have experienced with Rose.

I have had some luck with STG but I end up talking to many. When they bring up demons I have given them the book "Spirit of the Rainforest". Read it. Its about a shaman that I have met personally. I may explain at a later date but its like demon porn.

And yes they sometime take your calls on speaker phone.

[GenericMale666]

Picked up a girl by the gas station around 19th and National. Said her name was DeDe, gave her $20 for head. Stopped and just as she was about to start, I asked if I would be able to record for and extra $25. She completely flipped out and demanded to be dropped off and took my $20. Don't recommend.

[ATW2020]

Yes, I picked up Amber for some standard suck & spit service. How about you?

I was able to cruise at night for the first time in awhile. I finally see short blonde hair hottie I asked about last post and she walks past and gets into a truck. Ugh. I had been out for awhile and then saw her. Went home pissed. She was looking good again and I was semi looking for her. I'll try again today hopefully.

[HuntingStreets]

Yes, I picked up Amber for some standard suck & spit service. How about you?

I've been out of commission since mid-June with some medical issues. Probably another month until I'm back in the game. But good to hear you had success!

HS.

[Craven Morehead]

So, anyone actually seen a streetwalker lately.

HS.

Yes, I picked up Amber for some standard suck & spit service. How about you?

[HuntingStreets]

So, anyone actually seen a streetwalker lately.

HS.

[Body Shopper]

You offered, she rejected. So many people spend their lives "playing in the shallow end of the pool". Having experienced real intimacy (not just physical) a few times, most encounters are disappointing.

Wow. Mischaracterizing lying, acceptance, then withdrawal from the commitment as "you offered, she rejected" supports my statement that this flaw in humanity is gender neutral. What has always amazed me, and continues to, is that people who consider dishonesty a virtue don't try to hide it, but instead flaunt it.

Out of the hundreds of street prostitutes I've had, mostly in Milwaukee, but a few elsewhere in the United States, I have only invited two out to my place, and both lied and said "yes", then backtracked. The other one was thick Corinna on Greenfield (who, BTW, has memorized a ton of information I gave her about myself last fall, which suggests that she at least entertains the idea of using me for something or other in the future). Admittedly, there are three others who I have been interested in on a personal level: Jessica when her appearance and demeanor were perfect (back in 2017, when I met her), and currently Destiny, although I do not want her as a girlfriend, but perhaps some other sort of personal acquaintance. As a matter of fact, I am considering stopping by the address listed on her court records, and hoping she reacts warmly. The other is Michelle. I feel I've only bonded with two street prostitutes in my entire life: Rose and Michelle, and neither one became bonded to me at all, only me to them.

My real, legal name is mentioned in three Wikipedia articles. So, when I deign to invite a woman to my house, I would never pay one red penny. They're lucky that I don't charge them.

[Body Shopper]

Dude, you have a way with words! Just wondering though, how does Rose feel about that? Best when it's a two-way street.

Her bored appearance suggested apathy and business, although on this last car date, I sensed genuine liking for me, based on flattering things I've said about her on this forum. I don't think we're a right fit, though. I only fit with people who respect me and stick to commitments.

The date I wrote about- the one in which we fucked for the first time- occurred in spring, 2019. Four days later, my dick was stuck to my underpants with foam. Three days after that, I rammed it into a loose woman (not a prostitute) I'd met on facebook, meeting her in person for the first time. Spreading the love around.

[Double Life]

Surely you jest. At a time in this country where two words put together and repeated often (fake media, Lazy Joe) can deceive 50% of the population you would think, "just kidding" would be sufficient for most. Some require a full sentence "fight them there so we don't have to fight them here". But there are a few that take the time to intelligently study the facts and consider history before becoming convinced.

Let me begin by explaining that I have had an incredible sex life with sinfully beautiful women. Sex workers were always on my mind but never had the need. I would often observe but didn't care to partake. Why? When it was all I could do to keep the girls I had.

Things changed and finally decided to pick up a girl I've seen around many times. 9th and G. Good looking great body finally picked one up. She asked that I first take her to get something. Fine, went a few blocks where someone got her a " girl and a boy". Really wasn't paying attention so we went to her spot. She gave me her phone to scroll thru her pics from when she was a stripper. Again not paying attention to her but to a guy on a second floor taking pics of us and another guy stopped and screamed "take your shit somewhere else". Still ignorant I looked to her and she looked dead. Motionless, gray, and drooling. OMG I couldn't even get a pulse. WTF a needle in her arm what am I going to do? I took out the needle and started to a hospital. I was shaking her violently to wake up as I drove. 5-6 blocks away she started responding. I pulled over and she eventually started talking and seemed wired but what do I know. ? At one point she stretched her leg on my dash and started flexing this sexy legs but then she had this empty eyed evil look as she pushed her foot thru my windshield. Now I just got to get her out of my car and she wouldn't go. Screaming at each other I said you broke my windshield! She responded " That wasn't me, that was a demon".

This is too long I will continue with part two.

[DieselMike]

Your heartless post was clearly sincere. I don't respect backtracking; nay, I respect standing strong in the face of opposition.

These are all thieves who don't care about us, so if this sappy tale is true, then that's just sad.

I gave Rose a chance to be a part of my life two years ago. Instead of saying "no", she lied just the same as all non-prostitutes do, made a plan to come out to my house, and on the date and time of our appointment, backed out, while lying on the grass with that loser Danny. To be honest, it's not even just females; males are just as bad. This entire shit world is inhabited by people who have no respect for other people or regard for their time or emotional energy.

Everyone is right where they belong, and don't you forget it. People who belong above the gutter stick to commitments out of respect for the other party. People who give no respect deserve no quarter. And I challenge anyone and everyone on this green earth to try to make me backtrack.

You offered, she rejected. So many people spend their lives "playing in the shallow end of the pool". Having experienced real intimacy (not just physical) a few times, most encounters are disappointing.

[DieselMike]

While the main purpose of sloremongering is to squirt in as many normals' druggie daughters as possible, as orgasm is the climax of life and the pinnacle of existence, and all of the manual, oral, or intercourse sex leading up to the chased and cherished orgasm feels superb as well, there are other tiny, far less important reasons to monger. One of these lesser reasons is to dilute the pain one feels by not getting to be with the woman he wants to be with. During sex, a biological and spiritual process of bonding occurs. This happens to a great degree during unprotected intercourse, but also to smaller degrees with unprotected oral and even manual sex. When you're in separation pain, and experiencing separation anxiety, the more souls you make sexual contact with, the less you will miss any one woman. During sexual intercourse, the two peoples' souls mingle with each other. Sexual connection forces spiritual connection. Our connectivity is not something that we can turn on or off. We are all born with these biological / spiritual mechanisms.

The first of the two times I fucked Rose, I bonded with her big time, as she laid there appearing bored. I shot my load into her pussy, and it was the best feeling pussy I've ever had in my life. I've been married, have kids, had a couple of other girlfriends in the distant past, and have had my share of random non-prostitutes over the years. How she felt that first time I fucked her is an experience of a lifetime, and something I will never forget, as we fornicated like swine in broad daylight with untinted windows (probably rolled down), in a bustling part of the city. There is another dynamic present when we're together that I can't put into words, but which feels very pleasant. I enjoy her company very much. Therefore, my outward and inward complaints about her notwithstanding, Rose would be my pick, were I to marry a street prostitute.

Dude, you have a way with words! Just wondering though, how does Rose feel about that? Best when it's a two-way street.

[Body Shopper]

While the main purpose of sloremongering is to squirt in as many normals' druggie daughters as possible, as orgasm is the climax of life and the pinnacle of existence, and all of the manual, oral, or intercourse sex leading up to the chased and cherished orgasm feels superb as well, there are other tiny, far less important reasons to monger. One of these lesser reasons is to dilute the pain one feels by not getting to be with the woman he wants to be with. During sex, a biological and spiritual process of bonding occurs. This happens to a great degree during unprotected intercourse, but also to smaller degrees with unprotected oral and even manual sex. When you're in separation pain, and experiencing separation anxiety, the more souls you make sexual contact with, the less you will miss any one woman. During sexual intercourse, the two peoples' souls mingle with each other. Sexual connection forces spiritual connection. Our connectivity is not something that we can turn on or off. We are all born with these biological / spiritual mechanisms.

The first of the two times I fucked Rose, I bonded with her big time, as she laid there appearing bored. I shot my load into her pussy, and it was the best feeling pussy I've ever had in my life. I've been married, have kids, had a couple of other girlfriends in the distant past, and have had my share of random non-prostitutes over the years. How she felt that first time I fucked her is an experience of a lifetime, and something I will never forget, as we fornicated like swine in broad daylight with untinted windows (probably rolled down), in a bustling part of the city. There is another dynamic present when we're together that I can't put into words, but which feels very pleasant. I enjoy her company very much. Therefore, my outward and inward complaints about her notwithstanding, Rose would be my pick, were I to marry a street prostitute.