Grew up in a diminished town. In luxuriously 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 cleaning woman so I was a Virgo the Virgin all through HS.Fall 2005 I move to a mid-size townsfolk for college. Still naturally shy when it came to charwoman. All of newcomer yr I remained a virgin. square, 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 guaranteed way was with a slattern. Just riding around with ally nights before I kind of had an thought of where there may be Richard Hooker. I ride around townsfolk looking for hookers. My idea of what I would find was based off Pretty fair sex and HBO specials, char walking around one-half naked. After 2 night of no luck i do some research and find out that 's not how it is. After research I had a undecomposed idea of where to look, and I was right. I discovered this website that gives you tips for those who are into and beginning in the macrocosm of chasing hookers.Night 1. I drive to the country and Im nervous as Inferno. I see a woman walking, I stop, roll the window down and she asked `` if i could lend her $ 2 ''. I ask her how bad she wants it. she told me to fuck off. No luck that night.

nighttime 2. I ride back out to that area and there 's at least 5 street girl out walking. My tool gets rock difficult. I 'm finally going to get to see what pussy look like. I pick up this dirty blonde. She ask what i want, I say twat. She tells me that she just had a baby and she can only give principal. I pass. At this time I had no clue how fucked up the aliveness of these girls are. She tells me that she 's great at head and is basically begging me. I drop her off and as i 'm doing it i see 2 pig ride by. I get scared as hell. All i could think about that is the undercover stings I saw on the tv display cops and I call it a nighttime and train it back to my apartment. I 'm discomfited, but I know now where they are.

Nox 3. I ride back out to the area and it 's a ghost Ithiel Town. I would learn later that this happens. Some nighttime they are everywhere, some night they are no where to be found. I ride around for about an 60 minutes ( gas was chinchy back then ). At this point, even though I have n't had any luck I 'm loving the thrill of the James Henry Leigh Hunt. I finally see one but she 's walking with a buster, which is a no-no, so I give up.

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

Night 5. IT HAPPENS I ride out to that area and they are everywhere. I had a feeling this would be my Night. I circle around a few time just to scout the region. Since there were so many I wanted to make certainly is was n't a police sting. I roll up and stop to one girlfriend and its the one who just had a baby. No go. I realize i had n't went to the ATM or bought condoms. The law had just rode through the stroll so it was the perfect fourth dimension to do both. I get back to stroll and I see this blonde in short shorts walking back and Forth River. I slow down as i pass her so she knows i 'm occupy and pull into this parking lot. As she 's walking up I notice she has like a vellication. I almost get out off, but I 'm steamy as Inferno and was not going to let some twitching interfere.

She 's not the secure looking woman, but her soundbox is decent. I could say that she was a drug addict ( at that time i was n't aware near were ). I asked if she needed a drive, she hopped in.I 'm anxious and excited at the same time. She asked if i was a cop. I said no. I asked her the Lapplander, she pulled her shirt up said no, told me to grab her tits, and she grabbed my gumshoe. She asked what i want, i said kitty-cat. She said $ 20. I thought she would have a room but she did n't. We go to this dorsum road, she gets out and hops on my torso missionary panache and spreads eagle. I 'm thinking is she serious ? Even though it 's 12 midnight a car could come at any fourth dimension. I start fucking her and her snatch is wet as hell.Yes, I had on a safe but that 's just how wet it was. She 's moaning all loud, and I tell he she does n't let to fudge it. She replies you ca n't fake a wet pussy. I fuck until I come and drop her back off. missionary post accomplished. It 's the dependable twat I 've had in my life. Sounds crazy and lame that the best pussy I 've ever had is from a fissure addicted streetwalker, but it 's true. i happen to pluck her up again a few calendar month later and the snatch was still wet as hell.

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