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Originally Posted by scurryken
I'd be hooked if I could do a Melanie Star and Jessica Jade double....lol.
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That's no shit!
I was a real band geek in HS and a late bloomer; so, except for a few blowjobs (not even to completion) from my longtime gf, I didn't get that part if the HS experience.
I went to boot camp (had women but you couldn't talk to them), came home (same gf and it was a no go), and finally made it to Great Lakes (Mistakes), IL. That was 1991.
One weekend I made it to the old Ron Rick hotel. A place notorious for sailors buying pussy and getting beat up and robbed.
I was in my room for 20 min and this big-legged, black (as spades) hooker knocks on my door. She said, "$50 for half and half". I didn't know what that was, but fuck it.
First Pro Blow, and I was hooked. The sex was ok I guess. I didn't know any better. It lasted all of like 40 seconds. Haaaaaaa
I think I spent like $200 with her that night. I wish I would have thought to ask if she had a friend who was better looking.
After that I was different. It's weird to think about. But getting sex for the first time really changes you. I was more laid back and relaxed. I could actually have an assertive, flirtatious conversation with a woman...and actually get her in the sack.
I've told y'all. I fuckin love hookers. They helped make me who I am.