I saw Darci a few days ago at her place right by Hamstead Crossing, near Crabtree. Her rates are unreasonably high, but I was in the area and figured that I would attempt to negotiate with her. She kept discounting the price as I refused her posted rates until I got her to a somewhat reasonable 90 dollars for a qv. Headed her way and started parking a few moments after texting her I arrived only to be bombarded with texts accusing me of "playing" and "lying". Red flag 1. Ignored my better judgement and texted back that I was in front of her place. Got an immediate reply that she's coming to the door, so I walked up to the door. She greeted me at her door with the lights off. Red flag 2. Since I had already ignored my instincts the first time, it was easy to disregard the alarm bells this time. Entered the house and followed her to her "room"a moldy basement room devoid of windows with a mattress on the floor. Red flag 3. I was in the house at this point, so I figure I should stay and teach myself a lesson. She asked for the donation, which I gave her while undressing and making small talk. At this point I started smelling a foul odor, partially sewage, partially fungus, and partially rot. I couldn't pinpoint it at this point, but I figured it was coming from the room. Red flag 4. At this point, I know I'm going to regret this night, but I know I deserve it for not leaving after her paranoid texts. She tells me the electricity is out, and she doesn't know how to fix it, curious since her neighbors both had lit rooms. Red flag 5. Yup, I know I'm in for a nightmare. Start with an unenthusiastic bbj where I begin to pick up stronger whiffs of the aforementioned odor. I try to ignore it and convince myself I can finish quickly and leave. Ask for the cover to be put on while I'm at half-mast and get told she doesn't get on top. Red flag too many at this point. Whatever, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and trick myself into believing I can salvage the night. We're in missionary, and I'm pumping as fast as I can, but I can't stop smelling this awful scent, and it feels close. I feel myself growing limp, and I hear her exhale directly below me, and I make an unfortunate decision; a mistake that I will never forget as long as I live--I breathe in through my nose. I breathe in the smell of rotting food and decaying corpses. I breathe in an odor that would bring tears to the eyes of Lucifer. I inhale what must be the chemical result of nuclear waste merging with rotting fish. When I tell you I have never been so limp in my life, I mean it. I stop mid-stroke, take off the cover grab my clothes and start walking towards the door before she gets up. I'm falling over myself putting my clothes on and getting my feet into my shoes when she flips the switch and the light turns on (surprise, the electricity is back). As I'm running to the door, I glance back to hear her asking me something, only to see the reason the electricity was gone when I first came in. This girl's mouth looks like if Gollum got a gum infection and really stopped practicing good oral care. This girl's mouth looked like the aftermath of a tectonic plate collision. I've been in this hobby a long time. I've never been so repulsed by the breath or overall odor of a provider like I was by Darci, and I've never seen such a dreadful oral situation in my life. Needless to say, I'm not going back if humanity's survival depended on it. I've included pictures of her as well as a picture of Gollum for comparison. I should've realized that no pictures with teeth meant I was in for the exact opposite of a surprise. I showered 4 times that night, and I still can't get the smell off me. I'm walking into work and it just comes back. I'm getting into my car and there it is. I seriously put hand soap up my nose to end it, but I can still smell it.
Yikes! I haven't seen Darci in probably over 2 years. I stopped seeing her because she plays too many pricing games and her service is mediocre. I saw her a few times for a BBBJ and it wasn't the worst but not the best either. Not nearly as good as you would think considering how much she brags about it. With that being said, something must have really changed over the past couple of years because I don't recall anything like that at all. And I feel like I would have noticed something that bad. Either way, I have thought about going to visit when I have been in a pinch. But this officially marks her off my list forever. Dafuq is going on?
So I was nearby and decided to check this girl out. Price was right at 120 and although she's shorter than the pics indicated, she looked pretty good, clean, no smell of smoke or demons. Everything covered, no DATY and she was strict about cleaning me off with a wipe, etc. Decent CBJ and then she piles lube into her pussy before I start into her in mish. Tight rubber and lots of lube so just okay. Then she says she'll get me a larger cover. Sure. Lubes up again, me as well, and then I'm pounding her in doggie and the view is pretty good with that right leg jacked up on the bed and the other on the floor. Feeling pretty tight and I'm about to blow when I suspect the rubber is slipping. I reach down to grab the hilt of it so recover it but can't feel it at all. I pull out to not come in her and she can barely dig the thing out of herself.
Then the weird. She starts scolding me that I did that on purpose. I told her I did not and how could I have? I told her what happened and I was trying to prevent just that and then she quips: "I have something. " In her broken English. WTF? You have a disease? She giggles and says yes. I am a bit freaked out at this point since I've never had a provider say something like that before. I'm liberally swathing my dick in strong hand sanitizer and washing myself in her sink. Than she starts to laugh and says "Not really. I'm kidding. But I hope you're a smart American. " Damn girl. Not fucking cool. Of course I can't believe anything from a provider, but she was very cautious and clean and I think it just pissed her off. Needless to say, one and done for me due to that bullshit and her rules.
In the last few weeks I've been looking to find some more reliable Latina providers after having a great visit with xEva / Lorena. I have seen many bks girls throughout the past year but I'm wondering if there are more consistent providers at a lower rate. GFE is always a plus but not a necessity. Let me know!
This provider was using the name Lorena a few weeks ago. She now goes by xEva. She's in her 40's maybe 50's. Fake tits are nice. Her personality is superb. But she speaks next to no English. Her oral sex skills are the star of the show. 150/ hhr.
I saw Darci a few days ago at her place right by Hamstead Crossing, near Crabtree. Her rates are unreasonably high, but I was in the area and figured that I would attempt to negotiate with her. She kept discounting the price as I refused her posted rates until I got her to a somewhat reasonable 90 dollars for a qv. Headed her way and started parking a few moments after texting her I arrived only to be bombarded with texts accusing me of "playing" and "lying". Red flag 1. Ignored my better judgement and texted back that I was in front of her place. Got an immediate reply that she's coming to the door, so I walked up to the door. She greeted me at her door with the lights off. Red flag 2. Since I had already ignored my instincts the first time, it was easy to disregard the alarm bells this time. Entered the house and followed her to her "room"a moldy basement room devoid of windows with a mattress on the floor. Red flag 3. I was in the house at this point, so I figure I should stay and teach myself a lesson. She asked for the donation, which I gave her while undressing and making small talk. At this point I started smelling a foul odor, partially sewage, partially fungus, and partially rot. I couldn't pinpoint it at this point, but I figured it was coming from the room. Red flag 4. At this point, I know I'm going to regret this night, but I know I deserve it for not leaving after her paranoid texts. She tells me the electricity is out, and she doesn't know how to fix it, curious since her neighbors both had lit rooms. Red flag 5. Yup, I know I'm in for a nightmare. Start with an unenthusiastic bbj where I begin to pick up stronger whiffs of the aforementioned odor. I try to ignore it and convince myself I can finish quickly and leave. Ask for the cover to be put on while I'm at half-mast and get told she doesn't get on top. Red flag too many at this point. Whatever, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and trick myself into believing I can salvage the night. We're in missionary, and I'm pumping as fast as I can, but I can't stop smelling this awful scent, and it feels close. I feel myself growing limp, and I hear her exhale directly below me, and I make an unfortunate decision; a mistake that I will never forget as long as I live--I breathe in through my nose. I breathe in the smell of rotting food and decaying corpses. I breathe in an odor that would bring tears to the eyes of Lucifer. I inhale what must be the chemical result of nuclear waste merging with rotting fish. When I tell you I have never been so limp in my life, I mean it. I stop mid-stroke, take off the cover grab my clothes and start walking towards the door before she gets up. I'm falling over myself putting my clothes on and getting my feet into my shoes when she flips the switch and the light turns on (surprise, the electricity is back). As I'm running to the door, I glance back to hear her asking me something, only to see the reason the electricity was gone when I first came in. This girl's mouth looks like if Gollum got a gum infection and really stopped practicing good oral care. This girl's mouth looked like the aftermath of a tectonic plate collision. I've been in this hobby a long time. I've never been so repulsed by the breath or overall odor of a provider like I was by Darci, and I've never seen such a dreadful oral situation in my life. Needless to say, I'm not going back if humanity's survival depended on it. I've included pictures of her as well as a picture of Gollum for comparison. I should've realized that no pictures with teeth meant I was in for the exact opposite of a surprise. I showered 4 times that night, and I still can't get the smell off me. I'm walking into work and it just comes back. I'm getting into my car and there it is. I seriously put hand soap up my nose to end it, but I can still smell it.
Working very hard in those photos not to smile. And STG Paige in Henderson posted recently with similar tightly closed lips. Hopefully not same result.
I saw Darci a few days ago at her place right by Hamstead Crossing, near Crabtree. Her rates are unreasonably high, but I was in the area and figured that I would attempt to negotiate with her. She kept discounting the price as I refused her posted rates until I got her to a somewhat reasonable 90 dollars for a qv. Headed her way and started parking a few moments after texting her I arrived only to be bombarded with texts accusing me of "playing" and "lying". Red flag 1. Ignored my better judgement and texted back that I was in front of her place. Got an immediate reply that she's coming to the door, so I walked up to the door. She greeted me at her door with the lights off. Red flag 2. Since I had already ignored my instincts the first time, it was easy to disregard the alarm bells this time. Entered the house and followed her to her "room"a moldy basement room devoid of windows with a mattress on the floor. Red flag 3. I was in the house at this point, so I figure I should stay and teach myself a lesson. She asked for the donation, which I gave her while undressing and making small talk. At this point I started smelling a foul odor, partially sewage, partially fungus, and partially rot. I couldn't pinpoint it at this point, but I figured it was coming from the room. Red flag 4. At this point, I know I'm going to regret this night, but I know I deserve it for not leaving after her paranoid texts. She tells me the electricity is out, and she doesn't know how to fix it, curious since her neighbors both had lit rooms. Red flag 5. Yup, I know I'm in for a nightmare. Start with an unenthusiastic bbj where I begin to pick up stronger whiffs of the aforementioned odor. I try to ignore it and convince myself I can finish quickly and leave. Ask for the cover to be put on while I'm at half-mast and get told she doesn't get on top. Red flag too many at this point. Whatever, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and trick myself into believing I can salvage the night. We're in missionary, and I'm pumping as fast as I can, but I can't stop smelling this awful scent, and it feels close. I feel myself growing limp, and I hear her exhale directly below me, and I make an unfortunate decision; a mistake that I will never forget as long as I live--I breathe in through my nose. I breathe in the smell of rotting food and decaying corpses. I breathe in an odor that would bring tears to the eyes of Lucifer. I inhale what must be the chemical result of nuclear waste merging with rotting fish. When I tell you I have never been so limp in my life, I mean it. I stop mid-stroke, take off the cover grab my clothes and start walking towards the door before she gets up. I'm falling over myself putting my clothes on and getting my feet into my shoes when she flips the switch and the light turns on (surprise, the electricity is back). As I'm running to the door, I glance back to hear her asking me something, only to see the reason the electricity was gone when I first came in. This girl's mouth looks like if Gollum got a gum infection and really stopped practicing good oral care. This girl's mouth looked like the aftermath of a tectonic plate collision. I've been in this hobby a long time. I've never been so repulsed by the breath or overall odor of a provider like I was by Darci, and I've never seen such a dreadful oral situation in my life. Needless to say, I'm not going back if humanity's survival depended on it. I've included pictures of her as well as a picture of Gollum for comparison. I should've realized that no pictures with teeth meant I was in for the exact opposite of a surprise. I showered 4 times that night, and I still can't get the smell off me. I'm walking into work and it just comes back. I'm getting into my car and there it is. I seriously put hand soap up my nose to end it, but I can still smell it.
I saw Darci a few days ago at her place right by Hamstead Crossing, near Crabtree. Her rates are unreasonably high, but I was in the area and figured that I would attempt to negotiate with her. She kept discounting the price as I refused her posted rates until I got her to a somewhat reasonable 90 dollars for a qv. Headed her way and started parking a few moments after texting her I arrived only to be bombarded with texts accusing me of "playing" and "lying". Red flag 1. Ignored my better judgement and texted back that I was in front of her place. Got an immediate reply that she's coming to the door, so I walked up to the door. She greeted me at her door with the lights off. Red flag 2. Since I had already ignored my instincts the first time, it was easy to disregard the alarm bells this time. Entered the house and followed her to her "room"a moldy basement room devoid of windows with a mattress on the floor. Red flag 3. I was in the house at this point, so I figure I should stay and teach myself a lesson. She asked for the donation, which I gave her while undressing and making small talk. At this point I started smelling a foul odor, partially sewage, partially fungus, and partially rot. I couldn't pinpoint it at this point, but I figured it was coming from the room. Red flag 4. At this point, I know I'm going to regret this night, but I know I deserve it for not leaving after her paranoid texts. She tells me the electricity is out, and she doesn't know how to fix it, curious since her neighbors both had lit rooms. Red flag 5. Yup, I know I'm in for a nightmare. Start with an unenthusiastic bbj where I begin to pick up stronger whiffs of the aforementioned odor. I try to ignore it and convince myself I can finish quickly and leave. Ask for the cover to be put on while I'm at half-mast and get told she doesn't get on top. Red flag too many at this point. Whatever, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and trick myself into believing I can salvage the night. We're in missionary, and I'm pumping as fast as I can, but I can't stop smelling this awful scent, and it feels close. I feel myself growing limp, and I hear her exhale directly below me, and I make an unfortunate decision; a mistake that I will never forget as long as I live--I breathe in through my nose. I breathe in the smell of rotting food and decaying corpses. I breathe in an odor that would bring tears to the eyes of Lucifer. I inhale what must be the chemical result of nuclear waste merging with rotting fish. When I tell you I have never been so limp in my life, I mean it. I stop mid-stroke, take off the cover grab my clothes and start walking towards the door before she gets up. I'm falling over myself putting my clothes on and getting my feet into my shoes when she flips the switch and the light turns on (surprise, the electricity is back).
You make bad choices but you are certainly ready for stand up comedy with that delicious writing of yours.
You got me at "so I figure I should stay and teach myself a lesson". Man, I don't hobby, but I read for these kind of posts, this was awesome, keep on going, and get tested in a few weeks. Stay safe and consider leaving next time.
I saw Darci a few days ago at her place right by Hamstead Crossing, near Crabtree. Her rates are unreasonably high, but I was in the area and figured that I would attempt to negotiate with her. She kept discounting the price as I refused her posted rates until I got her to a somewhat reasonable 90 dollars for a qv. Headed her way and started parking a few moments after texting her I arrived only to be bombarded with texts accusing me of "playing" and "lying". Red flag 1. Ignored my better judgement and texted back that I was in front of her place. Got an immediate reply that she's coming to the door, so I walked up to the door. She greeted me at her door with the lights off. Red flag 2. Since I had already ignored my instincts the first time, it was easy to disregard the alarm bells this time. Entered the house and followed her to her "room"a moldy basement room devoid of windows with a mattress on the floor. Red flag 3. I was in the house at this point, so I figure I should stay and teach myself a lesson. She asked for the donation, which I gave her while undressing and making small talk. At this point I started smelling a foul odor, partially sewage, partially fungus, and partially rot. I couldn't pinpoint it at this point, but I figured it was coming from the room. Red flag 4. At this point, I know I'm going to regret this night, but I know I deserve it for not leaving after her paranoid texts. She tells me the electricity is out, and she doesn't know how to fix it, curious since her neighbors both had lit rooms. Red flag 5. Yup, I know I'm in for a nightmare. Start with an unenthusiastic bbj where I begin to pick up stronger whiffs of the aforementioned odor. I try to ignore it and convince myself I can finish quickly and leave. Ask for the cover to be put on while I'm at half-mast and get told she doesn't get on top. Red flag too many at this point. Whatever, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and trick myself into believing I can salvage the night. We're in missionary, and I'm pumping as fast as I can, but I can't stop smelling this awful scent, and it feels close. I feel myself growing limp, and I hear her exhale directly below me, and I make an unfortunate decision; a mistake that I will never forget as long as I live--I breathe in through my nose. I breathe in the smell of rotting food and decaying corpses. I breathe in an odor that would bring tears to the eyes of Lucifer. I inhale what must be the chemical result of nuclear waste merging with rotting fish. When I tell you I have never been so limp in my life, I mean it. I stop mid-stroke, take off the cover grab my clothes and start walking towards the door before she gets up. I'm falling over myself putting my clothes on and getting my feet into my shoes when she flips the switch and the light turns on (surprise, the electricity is back). As I'm running to the door, I glance back to hear her asking me something, only to see the reason the electricity was gone when I first came in. This girl's mouth looks like if Gollum got a gum infection and really stopped practicing good oral care. This girl's mouth looked like the aftermath of a tectonic plate collision. I've been in this hobby a long time. I've never been so repulsed by the breath or overall odor of a provider like I was by Darci, and I've never seen such a dreadful oral situation in my life. Needless to say, I'm not going back if humanity's survival depended on it. I've included pictures of her as well as a picture of Gollum for comparison. I should've realized that no pictures with teeth meant I was in for the exact opposite of a surprise. I showered 4 times that night, and I still can't get the smell off me. I'm walking into work and it just comes back. I'm getting into my car and there it is. I seriously put hand soap up my nose to end it, but I can still smell it.
Met Barbie for a hhr at 160. We discussed on text if she allowed daty, which she said extra 20 and I agreed. Got to the place and she said to wait because she was getting out of the shower. Got the room number and knocked on the door. A young black male comes out looks like he was taking out trash. Weird but nothing bad. She asks me if I wanted BBBJ and I said yes, but she said it's 20 extra. However, on her previous ad I saw it said BBBJ was okay and I was wondering what about the daty. I got undressed and she wouldn't take her shirt off. I asked her to and eventually did. Her excuse was that she didn't like being fully naked and it was cold. I felt her young body which was good. But her hair smelled bad. Not sure if she really showered. She starts off with BBBJ that was good. Afterwards I told her I was going to go down on her pussy and she was like woah wait that's extra. At this point I guess she forgot we talked about it on text. But she eventually says she will allow me this time. I get down and start working. No oder or bad taste. I was at it for a good while and she loved it. She asks what I want and I asked for missionary. After a little while I asked her to get on top. The condom she used was too big on me and kept sliding off so she offered to finish with BBBJ. She said she also swallow so I agreed. It felt amazing. I busted a lot which she took in, she pulled back and I let out another big squirt. She thought I was done LOL. Overall, not too bad. I don't like these upgrades but if I saw her again it would probably just be for a BBBJ.
So I was nearby and decided to check this girl out. Price was right at 120 and although she's shorter than the pics indicated, she looked pretty good, clean, no smell of smoke or demons. Everything covered, no DATY and she was strict about cleaning me off with a wipe, etc. Decent CBJ and then she piles lube into her pussy before I start into her in mish. Tight rubber and lots of lube so just okay. Then she says she'll get me a larger cover. Sure. Lubes up again, me as well, and then I'm pounding her in doggie and the view is pretty good with that right leg jacked up on the bed and the other on the floor. Feeling pretty tight and I'm about to blow when I suspect the rubber is slipping. I reach down to grab the hilt of it so recover it but can't feel it at all. I pull out to not come in her and she can barely dig the thing out of herself.
Then the weird. She starts scolding me that I did that on purpose. I told her I did not and how could I have? I told her what happened and I was trying to prevent just that and then she quips: "I have something. " In her broken English. WTF? You have a disease? She giggles and says yes. I am a bit freaked out at this point since I've never had a provider say something like that before. I'm liberally swathing my dick in strong hand sanitizer and washing myself in her sink. Than she starts to laugh and says "Not really. I'm kidding. But I hope you're a smart American. " Damn girl. Not fucking cool. Of course I can't believe anything from a provider, but she was very cautious and clean and I think it just pissed her off. Needless to say, one and done for me due to that bullshit and her rules.
I saw her today. Unfortunately there's several women with the same name so I will try to be clear. She's the one that appeared in the RDU area late December 2022. Her communication was crappy, but my schedule was pretty open so I was able to fit her in. She was at a hotel on Capitol, the Clarion. She was pleasant in the communications and even immediately after I arrived. As we were getting undressed she asked for the donation and put it away. When she turned around her attitude was different and suddenly very businesslike. She has an unflattering tummy that the pictures hide well.
She pulled out a rubber and insisted that she doesn't give a BBBJ, although it is clearly stated on her ad and I double checked with her when I initially texted. The CBJ was just long enough to get me hard. She lay on her back and said she allowed one position only.
This definitely put a damper on things and even as I pumped away, she uttered the dreaded "Hurry up" which completely killed my mood. I lost interest and long story short, never finished. AVOID!
I saw her today. Unfortunately there's several women with the same name so I will try to be clear. She's the one that appeared in the RDU area late December 2022. Her communication was crappy, but my schedule was pretty open so I was able to fit her in. She was at a hotel on Capitol, the Clarion. She was pleasant in the communications and even immediately after I arrived. As we were getting undressed she asked for the donation and put it away. When she turned around her attitude was different and suddenly very businesslike. She has an unflattering tummy that the pictures hide well.
She pulled out a rubber and insisted that she doesn't give a BBBJ, although it is clearly stated on her ad and I double checked with her when I initially texted. The CBJ was just long enough to get me hard. She lay on her back and said she allowed one position only.
This definitely put a damper on things and even as I pumped away, she uttered the dreaded "Hurry up" which completely killed my mood. I lost interest and long story short, never finished. AVOID!
]Stay away! Agreed on a session and got there, she started BBBJ, I asked no hands please and she fuckin freaked out!! Saying STG gives her the right to refuse service to anyone, called her pimp, I just got dressed as fast as I could and left with pimp threatening me. She moves around a lot (I wonder why). YMMV of course but I'm staying far far away.
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