Grew up in a pocket-size townsfolk. In high schooltime I was on the football game team, had friends, was a bigger guy, but not obese. i was naturally shy when it came to woman so I was a virgin all through HS.Fall 2005 I move to a mid-size town for college. Still naturally shy when it came to women. All of freshman class I remained a virgin. lame, I known. What sort of guy ca n't get laid in college.

One night soph yr I decided it was time to lose the V-Card, and I decided it the only when guaranteed way was with a slattern. Just riding around with friends dark before I kind of had an idea of where there may be hooker. I ride around townsfolk looking for hookers. My musical theme of what I would find was based off Pretty womanhood and HBO specials, womanhood walking around half naked. After 2 nights of no fortune i do some inquiry and find out that 's not how it is. After inquiry I had a good idea of where to look, and I was right. I discovered this website that gives you bakshish for those who are into and beginning in the world of chasing hookers.Night 1. I drive to the country and Im nervous as hell. I see a woman walking, I stop, roll the windowpane down and she asked `` if i could contribute her $ 2 ''. I ask her how bad she wants it. she told me to make love off. No lot that night.

Night 2. I ride back out to that area and there 's at least 5 street girl out walking. My tool gets rock severe. I 'm finally going to get to see what slit smell like. I pick up this dirty blonde. She ask what i want, I say puss. She tells me that she just had a baby and she can only contribute nous. I pass. At this time I had no clue how fucked up the life sentence of these young woman are. She tells me that she 's cracking at pass and is basically begging me. I drop her off and as i 'm doing it i see 2 cops ride by. I get scared as hell. All i could reckon about that is the undercover stings I saw on the tv show cop and I call it a night and occupy it back to my apartment. I 'm thwarted, but I know now where they are.

night 3. I ride back out to the country and it 's a ghostwriter townspeople. I would find out later that this happens. Some nights they are everywhere, some night they are no where to be found. I ride around for about an time of day ( gas was cheaper back then ). At this compass point, even though I have n't had any fate I 'm loving the thrill of the Leigh Hunt. I finally see one but she 's walking with a gallant, which is a no-no, so I give up.

Night 4. was pretty much like night 3. No luck. I saw a couple, but I was always too recent. Some other guy was picking them up. I ride around figuring that they would be dropped of sometime soon. Did n't materialize. Ghost town once again. I did n't think it would be this grueling. But i never gave up. I knew sooner or later I would get lucky. I get back and my roommates are starting to get rum where i 'm going every nighttime. At this full point all I could recollect about is night time coming and hitting the stroll.

Night 5. IT HAPPENS I ride out to that area and they are everywhere. I had a tactual sensation this would be my night. I circle around a few fourth dimension just to scout the area. Since there were so many I wanted to make certainly is was n't a police sting. I roll up and break to one lady friend and its the one who just had a child. No go. I realize i had n't went to the ATM or bought condoms. The police force had just rode through the stroll so it was the perfect clip to do both. I get back to stroll and I see this blonde in shortsighted trunks walking back and forth. I slow down as i pass her so she knows i 'm concern and pull into this parking lot. As she 's walking up I notice she has like a twitch. I almost rive off, but I 'm randy as hell and was not going to let some twitching interfere.

She 's not the comfortably looking womanhood, but her body is decent. I could severalize that she was a drug addict ( at that time i was n't cognizant most were ). I asked if she needed a ride, she hopped in.I 'm nervous and excited at the same time. She asked if i was a cop. I said no. I asked her the same, she pulled her shirt up said no, told me to grab her tits, and she grabbed my cock. She asked what i want, i said kitty-cat. She said $ 20. I thought she would have got a way but she did n't. We go to this back road, she gets out and hops on my proboscis missionary style and facing pages eagle. I 'm thinking is she serious ? Even though it 's 12 midnight a car could come at any time. I start fucking her and her pussy is wet as hell.Yes, I had on a prophylactic but that 's just how wet it was. She 's moaning all loud, and I tell he she does n't bear to falsify it. She replies you ca n't counterfeit a wet twat. I fuck until I come and drop her back off. delegacy accomplished. It 's the best snatch I 've had in my life. Sounds crazy and lame that the secure kitty I 've ever had is from a tornado addicted street girl, but it 's honest. i happen to nibble her up again a few month later and the pussy was still wet as hell.

And that is how I got introduced to the man of street hookers. i can pretty much spot any area where there is legal action now. I 've been hooked ever since. I 've probably picked up 50-70 street girl since then. It 's something about the bang of the hunt and the fact that it 's taboo .