Escort Reports

[MotoGib1]

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...c/073232512419

What's the deal with her? I've seen to many posts mentioning her and she's gone by so many different names over the last 6 years, but I have never seen anyone actually report on her. Anyone actually seen her? She's preggo right now and looking for incall which is nice. Usually she's outcall only. I am debating it but apparently she's due to deliver this week so she must be barely moving LOL.

Anyone have any decent info or real experiences with her?

I saw her several yrs ago when she was a young hard body, was really good pussy back then. Called herself Tiger in her ads back then beside Loelow.

[Barnaby Wild]

What is GPS Virus? Sorry, Noob here.

Golden Pussy Syndrome. As in, "Jesus, for that price it better be fur-lined and she better detail my car when we're finished! She's got a bad case of GPS."

[Manolo93]

I was a huge fan of her a few years back. Saw her many times. Have many private pictures. Then, she married that old biker. And now she is back. Back then, she was one of the best, period. However, when I contacted her recently, she might have been affected by the GPS virus.

Has she healed from the GPS virus?

BTW She was known as Starr as well.

What is GPS Virus? Sorry, Noob here.

[ZNZBills]

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...c/073232512419

What's the deal with her? I've seen to many posts mentioning her and she's gone by so many different names over the last 6 years, but I have never seen anyone actually report on her. Anyone actually seen her? She's preggo right now and looking for incall which is nice. Usually she's outcall only. I am debating it but apparently she's due to deliver this week so she must be barely moving LOL.

Anyone have any decent info or real experiences with her?

[RemoveTrace1]

Yes, that is her. Again, she is what she is. Not a spinner, not a young lass of ill repute, but a mature, heavy BBW who loves sucking dick. Nothing wrong with that.

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...-/829857446744

Definitely not my cup of tea.

[RemoveTrace1]

It is not personal, we all had to start somewhere. Look at this forum like a checking account. You can't open one up and just start withdrawing funds, you need to deposit first. Sir Falken is spot on, he, like the rest of us, well, most of us, have put in the time, posted reviews and such before we began asking. It isn't like a Subaru WRX forum.

Damn bro LOL take it easy. OK, I will reading fucking forum.

[RemoveTrace1]

I had a similar experience. Riley gets more into it, and stays connected. Steph seemed to do it out of duty or something, and really didn't enjoy it. Now of course, we are there for our enjoyment, but let's face it, it is more fun if they at least try to have a good time. I won't repeat for the duo, but may visit Riley again soon.

No offense taken, Sir. I appreciate your advice.

I just noticed that I got confused about their names. It was actually Riley that I enjoyed my time better with, not Steph. For reference, Riley is the curvier lady. I apologize for switching their names in the original report.

Speaking of Riley & Steph's donations, it cost me $2. 4 for an hour of MSOG fun. Riley mentioned it would be $1. 8 for an hour only with her. To be honest, my greater motivation in giving them a try was that I wanted to score a duo. Yet, if I visit them again, that will be a one-on-one meeting with Riley. Nothing wrong about Steph, though. I think we just didn't click.

[StainGlass]

https://callescort.org/386-444-1022

Good:

Real person, Safe incall. Pics close enough. Clean house in a gorgeous part of town. She is careful.

Other realities: 1 cat. Smoker (room was not smelly). Roughly around 5" tall.

All the bad could be just YMMV, may be because she had believed something was off in the conversation. So, take it with a grain of salt.

Bad: Comms were ok, delayed 5-10 mts, but Our conversations weren't on point. They were off and while I was heading there yesterday, she slept. So, no dream.

Today, mentioned that she slept, and that I was unhappy. So, she offered to reduce 20 $ for the hr, but I had mentioned about an interest in hh only, where no discounts was given. That is fine.

But she still got spooked, and made a phone call verification to talk about $ and duration, which was odd. But, this may just be a safety precaution. (YMMV). Eventually got the location, went there after a 10-15 mts delay, than anticipated, and she was texting that I am a time waster, thinking that I had ghosted. But, anyways, after a quick text, it got resolved.

She had cover at home.

Let the cat into the bed room and closed it. Told me that we cannot use the bedroom as the neighbors could hear (night time, so I understand), and motioned to a large enough sofa.

But: she wanted donation ahead of time. I had shown the full amount, clearly visible, but she insisted on cash ahead of time. After twice more assertions with the cash visible to show the full amount, she didn't budge. So, I left.

Too bad that some providers are not willing to take a reliable longer term cash flow.

Enjoy the weekend.

Stain Glass.

[Granted80]

Glad to see your first review on this forum and it appears by your selection of Riley & Steph that you were able to gather enough info to make a safe choice. I'm looking forward to reading about your next adventure as I'm sure you have a few more providers on your list that you can find enough info on to feel safe enough to meet all on your own. I hope you understand that I'm not trying to make it difficult on you but am trying to help you gain credibility so that you can enjoy the full benefits of the senior members on here.

By the way I have never seen Riley & Steph, just not my cup of tea, but have read many good reviews of them and am sure that they have their regulars that enjoy seeing them. If you don't mind me asking what was the donation for the MSOG dream?

No offense taken, Sir. I appreciate your advice.

I just noticed that I got confused about their names. It was actually Riley that I enjoyed my time better with, not Steph. For reference, Riley is the curvier lady. I apologize for switching their names in the original report.

Speaking of Riley & Steph's donations, it cost me $2. 4 for an hour of MSOG fun. Riley mentioned it would be $1. 8 for an hour only with her. To be honest, my greater motivation in giving them a try was that I wanted to score a duo. Yet, if I visit them again, that will be a one-on-one meeting with Riley. Nothing wrong about Steph, though. I think we just didn't click.

[Gofck]

Why yes indeed! Search Taylor and Sable, you need. But if you're a noob, advice you must heed. The search but begins the deed. The fucking forum you must read!

Damn bro LOL take it easy. OK, I will reading fucking forum.

[MysteryM]

Posted on here about a week ago looking for some good recommendations but was told that I didn't strike gold, anyways today I'm just looking for a cheap QV, only in the mood for some headache relief anybody know a good option?

[NbWill]

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...w/215570635229

I confess, I used to be a Star detractor. Well, detractor is probably too strong. Let's say I used to be a Star grouser. Mongers I know and trust swear by the lass, but her prior ads with, let's just say, "repurposed" photos, irked my overdeveloped sense of fair play. However, over the past few weeks, Star has been leaning heavily on her own visage, culminating in yesterday's superlative ad graced by an exquisite mosaic of genuine, if a bit retouched, images of the wee lass herself. I mean, seriously, if that ninth pic doesn't pique your interest, you should probably look around for a really bright light and start walking towards it.

I was a huge fan of her a few years back. Saw her many times. Have many private pictures. Then, she married that old biker. And now she is back. Back then, she was one of the best, period. However, when I contacted her recently, she might have been affected by the GPS virus.

Has she healed from the GPS virus?

BTW She was known as Starr as well.

[BeachRunner51]

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...w/215570635229

I confess, I used to be a Star detractor. Well, detractor is probably too strong. Let's say I used to be a Star grouser. Mongers I know and trust swear by the lass, but her prior ads with, let's just say, "repurposed" photos, irked my overdeveloped sense of fair play. However, over the past few weeks, Star has been leaning heavily on her own visage, culminating in yesterday's superlative ad graced by an exquisite mosaic of genuine, if a bit retouched, images of the wee lass herself. I mean, seriously, if that ninth pic doesn't pique your interest, you should probably look around for a really bright light and start walking towards it.

So of course, the discerning gentleman must experience a lass for himself before forming any concrete opinions, so I shamelessly reach out to schedule some adult playtime with the wee lass Star (note this is not the Starr of whom I groused back in Dirtona #815). Her reply was prompt and friendly with the ensuing tete-a-tete culminating in an agreed upon one hundred quid car date, (the lass currently lacks a private incall), and we soon rendezvous in a public parking lot near the freeway in Orange City. So before I extol her considerable virtues, it must truthfully be noted that a few sores were in evidence, suggesting, to me at least, some level of candy use. But the comely lass makes me forget all about it for the duration of our date when she begins to speak. "Amazing," I marveled in disbelief as the conversation began to roll freely, "this may be the sweetest lass ever to pull her knickers down for me. This is gonna be good!"

We climb into the back seat where I drop trou, the lass stripping completely to the buff. She readily brings me John Thomas to military attention with what I can only describe as an 'aggressive' BBBJ, all the while gently, and most agreeably, teasing the twins, along with other parts of my lower anatomy, with the nails of her free hand. This goes on for quite some time, and now I'm getting nervous. Normally a car date lass goes for the cover the moment you're hard. "Is this where she tells me that my hundred quid only buys me a BJ?" I wonder. I've certainly heard it before. The BBBJ goes on several minutes longer and now I'm convinced I've been bait-and-switched. "Well, let's just get it over with," I grumble to myself, pinning on my best devil-may-care smile and nonchalantly suggesting to the lass we move on to Act II. To my delighted astonishment, Star eagerly takes the cover from my hand, rolls it down over a proud Sir John, and lustily reclines upon the leather beside me. The lass then hungrily pulls me inside her and we spend the next ten-or-so minutes enjoying ourselves in various forms car seat missionary; me doing the heavy lifting while the lass nibbles my ears and moans her encouragement. And then came the smells. No, not that! I mean the mint of her breath, the faintly floral scents of recently lathered skin, and absolutely nothing else. Perfect hygiene, check!

Now I consider flipping her 'round to view her glorious wee arse as the good Lord intended, and I'm certain she'll accommodate any reasonable request, but she feels so bloody good exactly as she is! That, plus I'm not willing to miss my nut window, so I just push straight on through to the big pop.

I lay there for a bit, catching my breath at her nape, enjoying the pulsing spasms of her soaking wet kitty as Sir John relaxes to parade rest inside her. But "all good things..." and whatnot, so we clean and dress to charming conversation (the charm was entirely her doing), then I settle up, making sure to include another tip for her to remember me by.

So yeah, great times. But don't you lads all go texting her at once! The lass and I have yet unfinished business. There's still the matter of experiencing her wee arse as the good Lord intended, LOL! Yes, I know, not easily accomplished on a car date, but a properly motivated and resourceful Squire has his tricks. Possibly involving a strategically located picnic table on a dark and stormy night, LOL.

So there you have it lads, a provider with a startlingly sweet and accommodating disposition turned what should have been another vanilla car date (without the love nest even!) into an experiential tour de force I'll gleefully try to replicate. Also, the next time you warily scrutinize a picnic table before pensively taking a seat, I'd be honored if you'd offer me up a curse or two. "What was that?" your wife asks, giving you side eyes. "Nothing" you grumble petulantly, glaring at the huge glistening sausage oozing on your plate.

Cheers lads!

I for whatever reason (maybe the candy habit) have not seen Star yet but have heard the same glowing reviews of her. I'm a bit like you Falken in that her past ads of retouching her images just didn't entice my naughty senses. Well with her recent ad that you so kindly attached and your report of over the top impeccable hygiene as well as her enthusiasm for the deed has me thinking that it's time to start reaching for the stars. Don't worry Falken I'll wait a bit as I'm sure your unfinished business might have something to do with a proper incall to enjoy Stars full universe.

[BeachRunner51]

Fair suggestion, Sir.

So, here goes my first contribution to this forum.

I visited this duo in Deland the other day. Short story; I enjoyed my visit with them and they provide what they advertise. If looking for PSE material or a duo where ladies also play with one another, probably look elsewhere.

Steph greets me in their driveway and guides me to their backyard. Riley joins us inside. Everything is covered except BJ and they wouldn't let me finish anywhere above their tits. I get BBBJ and CG from both and face sitting from Steph (this was while Riley was riding me and the only time that I would characterize as a real duo). Riley moves away after riding me in CG and never comes back. To be honest I mostly enjoyed my time with Steph and her body type is one that I'm more into. Riley was a bit disinterested and might be having a bad day. After Riley left, Steph continued riding me in CG until I came in cover. They provide MSOG and my first shot was on their tits. Side note: they don't play with one another and they let it be known upfront.

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...d/890154232431

Glad to see your first review on this forum and it appears by your selection of Riley & Steph that you were able to gather enough info to make a safe choice. I'm looking forward to reading about your next adventure as I'm sure you have a few more providers on your list that you can find enough info on to feel safe enough to meet all on your own. I hope you understand that I'm not trying to make it difficult on you but am trying to help you gain credibility so that you can enjoy the full benefits of the senior members on here.

By the way I have never seen Riley & Steph, just not my cup of tea, but have read many good reviews of them and am sure that they have their regulars that enjoy seeing them. If you don't mind me asking what was the donation for the MSOG dream?

[Joshua Falken]

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...w/215570635229

I confess, I used to be a Star detractor. Well, detractor is probably too strong. Let's say I used to be a Star grouser. Mongers I know and trust swear by the lass, but her prior ads with, let's just say, "repurposed" photos, irked my overdeveloped sense of fair play. However, over the past few weeks, Star has been leaning heavily on her own visage, culminating in yesterday's superlative ad graced by an exquisite mosaic of genuine, if a bit retouched, images of the wee lass herself. I mean, seriously, if that ninth pic doesn't pique your interest, you should probably look around for a really bright light and start walking towards it.

So of course, the discerning gentleman must experience a lass for himself before forming any concrete opinions, so I shamelessly reach out to schedule some adult playtime with the wee lass Star (note this is not the Starr of whom I groused back in Dirtona #815). Her reply was prompt and friendly with the ensuing tete-a-tete culminating in an agreed upon one hundred quid car date, (the lass currently lacks a private incall), and we soon rendezvous in a public parking lot near the freeway in Orange City. So before I extol her considerable virtues, it must truthfully be noted that a few sores were in evidence, suggesting, to me at least, some level of candy use. But the comely lass makes me forget all about it for the duration of our date when she begins to speak. "Amazing," I marveled in disbelief as the conversation began to roll freely, "this may be the sweetest lass ever to pull her knickers down for me. This is gonna be good!"

We climb into the back seat where I drop trou, the lass stripping completely to the buff. She readily brings me John Thomas to military attention with what I can only describe as an 'aggressive' BBBJ, all the while gently, and most agreeably, teasing the twins, along with other parts of my lower anatomy, with the nails of her free hand. This goes on for quite some time, and now I'm getting nervous. Normally a car date lass goes for the cover the moment you're hard. "Is this where she tells me that my hundred quid only buys me a BJ?" I wonder. I've certainly heard it before. The BBBJ goes on several minutes longer and now I'm convinced I've been bait-and-switched. "Well, let's just get it over with," I grumble to myself, pinning on my best devil-may-care smile and nonchalantly suggesting to the lass we move on to Act II. To my delighted astonishment, Star eagerly takes the cover from my hand, rolls it down over a proud Sir John, and lustily reclines upon the leather beside me. The lass then hungrily pulls me inside her and we spend the next ten-or-so minutes enjoying ourselves in various forms car seat missionary; me doing the heavy lifting while the lass nibbles my ears and moans her encouragement. And then came the smells. No, not that! I mean the mint of her breath, the faintly floral scents of recently lathered skin, and absolutely nothing else. Perfect hygiene, check!

Now I consider flipping her 'round to view her glorious wee arse as the good Lord intended, and I'm certain she'll accommodate any reasonable request, but she feels so bloody good exactly as she is! That, plus I'm not willing to miss my nut window, so I just push straight on through to the big pop.

I lay there for a bit, catching my breath at her nape, enjoying the pulsing spasms of her soaking wet kitty as Sir John relaxes to parade rest inside her. But "all good things..." and whatnot, so we clean and dress to charming conversation (the charm was entirely her doing), then I settle up, making sure to include another tip for her to remember me by.

So yeah, great times. But don't you lads all go texting her at once! The lass and I have yet unfinished business. There's still the matter of experiencing her wee arse as the good Lord intended, LOL! Yes, I know, not easily accomplished on a car date, but a properly motivated and resourceful Squire has his tricks. Possibly involving a strategically located picnic table on a dark and stormy night, LOL.

So there you have it lads, a provider with a startlingly sweet and accommodating disposition turned what should have been another vanilla car date (without the love nest even!) into an experiential tour de force I'll gleefully try to replicate. Also, the next time you warily scrutinize a picnic table before pensively taking a seat, I'd be honored if you'd offer me up a curse or two. "What was that?" your wife asks, giving you side eyes. "Nothing" you grumble petulantly, glaring at the huge glistening sausage oozing on your plate.

Cheers lads!